Evolution: From Little Devil to Devil Empress

Before the opponent could react to these words, Liora’s figure blurred.

When she emerged again, she was standing right above the silver dragon.

The difference in their respective size was revealed as soon as the two stood side by side.

Compared to the enemy, Liora looked like a speck of dust.

But in terms of their respective power, the opposite was true.

Liora stopped above the dragon’s head.

Then, she shoved her foot down and delivered a kick.

The moment her foot touched its head, an overwhelming power erupted within the silver dragon’s body.

It found itself unable to resist.

A tremor ran through its body. Then, it slammed onto the ground.

A powerful shockwave spread in all directions. Half of the Dragonling Forest was affected, with trees falling and demons exploding.

An aggrieved roar echoed from within the dust and rubble. But Liora did not stop.

With another thought, she appeared above the epicenter and kicked down.

Her foot landed on the dragon’s head, shattering several of its silver scales and turning them into dust.

Then she kicked again, and again.

A strange scene soon unfolded. A giant dragon lay powerlessly on the ground, with a woman stepping on its body and relentlessly stomping on it.

From time to time, the woman would ask a question. A growl would respond.

At first, the dragon’s voice was loud and threatening, but as time passed, it became increasingly submissive.

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A few hours later, Liora stood silently on top of the majestic silver dragon.

Leaning forward slightly, she reached out and gently tapped against its broken scales.

The dragon flinched, causing more blood to flow out of its wounds.

It wanted to say something, but recalling the humiliation it had just gone through, it ultimately shut its mouth.

Liora nodded her head in satisfaction upon seeing this. Her "teaching methods" had indeed paid off, and the time spent had not been wasted.

After admiring this legendary beast for a few more minutes, she controlled her consciousness to communicate with it.

"What’s your name?", her voice rang out directly within its mind.

The dragon shivered, as though a terrifying monster had spoken to it.

However, it quickly forced itself to calm down and responded:

"My Lord, my name is Ysset...", a melodious voice answered.

Liora couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. Not because of the answer itself, but because she suddenly noticed something

"Hm...? Are you a female?", she questioned.

These words were quite humiliating.

But hearing the pure curiosity in her voice, the dragon nodded its—no, her—head.

"Yes, my Lord.", she replied.

After a brief pause, she added:

"My Lord, you may have heard of my name before. A few thousand years ago, I was called the Lady in White. My fame spread throughout the continent back then."

A trace of pride appeared in her voice as she spoke. Liora keenly captured it.

However, she was not too surprised.

Dragons were inherently arrogant creatures. Unlike Devils, who, although powerful, would do anything in order to survive, dragons were prideful and would never easily submit to others.

In Liora’s view, the only reason Ysset had surrendered was not because of the pain or humiliation, but because she regarded her as her own kind.

If Liora were regarded as a human, she would have never won Ysset’s approval.

While thinking of this, Liora’s gaze wandered. She looked at the dragon beneath her and couldn’t help but frown.

This demon... was too large for her liking.

It went completely against the plans she had made for it.

"Can you change your size? Try to become a little smaller.", she communicated with Ysset.

The female dragon hesitated. But just like before, she ultimately heeded her orders.

A silver brilliance flashed across her scales. Her size began to decrease rapidly.

Before long, her originally colossal body had shrunk down.

Though still more than five meters from head to tail, such a size was at least acceptable.

Liora leaned down and sat on Ysset’s neck.

Feeling uncomfortable against her cold white scales, she began to wonder whether she should prepare a suitable saddle for this new mount of hers.

Yet just as she was about to try to put that idea into action, her expression suddenly shifted.

A large number of murmurs echoed within her ears.

They were distant and low, yet also rang directly within her mind.

As she focused on them, Liora was able to make out their words.

"Oh, Lord of Devils, save my life! I don’t want to die!"

"Oh, God of Destruction, please punish my enemies! I’m willing to sacrifice my wife for this!"

"..."

The voices were indistinct, blending together to make it impossible to judge their gender and identity.

Liora was not surprised by their appearance. This was not the first time such murmurs had appeared.

This had been the case since her advancement to Rank 7.

As for the reason...

Liora’s consciousness entered her talent gene. It focused on the Godhead-like prototypes floating in their respective "sky".

They showed no changes at the moment. Yet Liora strongly suspected that they were the reason behind these changes.

After all, the murmurs were a power she was quite familiar with—faith.

"No wonder there are many deities who bring forth destruction and despair, not caring about their believers at all."

"Although protection can turn a person into a believer, fear and panic can also do the same. Perhaps to a higher degree."

Obviously, these people were not really her believers.

In fact, they didn’t even know of her existence, evidenced by the titles they used: Lord of Devils, God of Destruction, Source of Calamity...

What they believed in was not her, but the suspected Evil God behind the Devils. They hoped to use their influence to accomplish their goals.

Unwilling to pay attention to such people, Liora’s mind moved, and she suppressed the murmurs.

After regaining silence, her gaze locked onto the Godheads.

In particular, onto a small light wandering below one of them. As she focused her eyes on it, a familiar whisper echoed.

The difference being that this whisper was several times louder than the rest.

More importantly, an image appeared alongside it.

As she closed her eyes, Liora’s consciousness appeared to have teleported to a different place. An image became increasingly clearer in her field of vision.

A person was lying down on their knees, surrounded by mountains of corpses.

Tears made of blood flowed out of their eyes, dripping down their cheeks and onto the ground.

They were facing a small black altar. Fear flashed across their eyes as they chanted a few incantations.

Their voice was trembling yet sonorous, while their words were even more so.

"..."