Chapter 399: Chapter 393: True Form

With the Long Rainbow Escape, Leon fears no one.

His current vulnerability lies in the Volcanic Island, into which he’s invested countless resources, and of course, his mate… Certainly, he’s increasingly accepting his identity as a Red Dragon, but deep down, he’s still that transmigrator who’s concerned about friends and such.

No matter what, Leon rested for half a day to boost his spirits, then flapped his wings and soared into the sky, overlooking the land and searching everywhere for a Marilith. He spotted one Marilith looking around on a small hill… You’re the one.

Leon has transformed into a dragon, a giant, a genie, a Beholder… becoming many things. This time, he decided to transform into a Purple Worm to attack the Marilith, learning from the Marilith how to deal with Purple Worms.

Leon swiftly found a place devoid of demons, swayed his body to transform into a terrifying super-giant Purple Worm, its mouthparts filled with ring-like sharp teeth like a lamprey, its purplish-black skin gleaming with a slimy luster, emitting a creepy squirming noise, and its massive body instantly burrowed underground, leaving only a collapsed pit at the original spot.

Sensing the vibrations from the ground, Leon keenly locked onto the direction and suddenly erupted from beneath the Marilith, with rubble and dust shooting up like a fountain—the Marilith was also very sharp, dodging his sudden attack with precision—decisively swinging his tail, using the toxic stinger to attack the Marilith.

The Marilith’s reaction speed was incredibly fast, raising a sword to block, precisely intercepting the trajectory of the stinger, then suddenly blurring and teleporting to Leon’s transformed Purple Worm’s back, all six arms swinging to form a whirlwind of death, each strike aimed at the weak spots of the worm’s segments, and purple bodily fluids drenched the surroundings like torrential rain.

After a fierce battle, Leon, as the Transformed Purple Worm, was no match for the Marilith.

The Marilith knocked Leon down and did not linger, swiftly retreating from the battlefield, seemingly aware of the recent strange happenings in Pazuniya.

The Marilith’s speed was quite fast; the Purple Worm struggled to catch up with her. Leon remembered he hadn’t transformed into a Goristro yet, decisively transforming into a Goristro, beating his chest, chasing after the Marilith, with foul language: “Little girl, you can’t escape, just surrender to me.”

“Run, little girl, run.” Leon didn’t remember whose line that was from a game he played before.

Leon chased with large strides, lowering his head slightly, with horns forward, casually knocking over stones on the roadside and stomping on pesky Chaotic Evils, those brainless treacherous Chaotic Evils would attack any non-demon creatures they saw, chasing all the way next to the rocky mountain, he asked, “Keep running.”

The Marilith stopped, coiling her tail, and asked, “Who the hell are you?”

“I am your Goristro grandpa.” Leon laughed heartily, with his 72 Transformations turning into a Goristro, no one would know his identity, so he didn’t have to act like a gentleman.

“You’re a monster.” The Marilith raised her sword, “But this time you can’t escape.”

Where there’s an abnormal situation, there’s a demon. Leon put away his smile, looking around.

A red monster descended from the sky.

It was a towering humanoid creature, over four meters tall, its dark red skin covered with molten lava-like cracks, its knotted muscles like failed forged steel, every breath seemed to make it glow like hot iron, huge bat-like wings extended from its back, with flames dancing on the membranes, every flap scattering sparks.

Its head resembled a charred goat’s skull, curved demon horns wrapped with chains, its burning eyesockets devoid of eyeballs, only two swirling Purgatory Fires.

One hand wielded a crackling beheading sword wrapped in lightning, and the other held a long whip aflame with tongues of fire, the embodiment of the demon’s immense fury and hatred, an ancient and terrifying symbol of evil, the Balor, a Commander of the legions of Demon Lords and the Evil God, or a guardian of hidden secrets.

Despite so, such a flashy and domineering Balor was not the protagonist of this ambush. The protagonist was a fat human male, saying, “You’re too stupid; can’t even see through such an obvious trap? I thought I’d have to put in some effort.”

Leon didn’t speak; it wasn’t that he couldn’t see the anomaly, but he didn’t care. The Demon Lords wouldn’t cooperate sincerely; as long as they didn’t turn on each other was fine.

“My name is Balatezo, you must have heard of me.” Balatezo dusted his clothes.

Leon scratched his head. He knew of Dimo Genesis, Glazier, Ocas, Yenogu… He knew many Demon Lords, but he’d never heard of any Balatezo, so he asked, “Pazuniya as the gateway to the Bottomless Abyss, a frontline of the Blood War, there’s no clear Demon Lord… So which layer’s Demon Lord are you?”

It’s unkind to hit below the belt. As a Secondary Demon Lord, heavens knew how much Balatezo yearned to become the Demon Lord of a layer in the Bottomless Abyss. He was indeed infuriated, saying, “Fool, you’re provoking me.”

“Really don’t know you.” Leon spread his hands earnestly, the Goristro looking somewhat dense.

It didn’t seem like a lie, for the truth hurts the most. Balatezo took a deep breath and said, “I don’t care who you are; you killed two of my Generals, now I want to tear you apart.”

Balatezo swelled up, transforming into a Great Demon. Unexpectedly, he was still a unique demon, saying, “Kill him.”

The Balor and the Marilith were already raring to go, hesitating no longer.

Leon watched as the Balor and the Marilith lunged at him, with Balatezo following closely… Since he hadn’t heard of him, he wasn’t any legitimate Demon Lord but a Secondary Demon Lord. However, now as a Goristro, he was not a match. He could revert to a giant red dragon, perhaps they’d run, or just become a Kraken.

“Kraken?” Balatezo was stunned, for it was a fearsome Martial Artist of the gods, a titan, every appearance signifying the epoch and destruction approaching, even legitimate Demon Lords had a hard time against it.

Balatezo wanted to retreat, but the Balor and Marilith had already charged, especially with the Balor teleporting and the Kraken’s tentacles swinging over. After some thought, the transformed Kraken wasn’t the real Kraken, not being as powerful.

It turned into a chaotic battle. Undoubtedly, Leon was at a disadvantage, firstly outnumbered three-to-one—the Marilith and Balor both had Lightning Resistance, and naturally, so did Balatezo—making the Kraken’s lightning damage difficult to work, all happening on land, hindering movement, and the ink cloud couldn’t be used.

Nonetheless, defeating Leon’s transformed Kraken wasn’t a straightforward task.

When Leon’s transformed Kraken lay immobile on the ground, Balatezo, Balor, and the Marilith were practically all wounded.

“Weren’t you just mighty?” Balatezo walked up to the Kraken, “Transform again for me to see.”

Balatezo kicked the Kraken, shouting loudly, “Reveal your true form, let me see what you truly are.”

“Transform, transform for me.”

“Idiot, trash, useless.”

“What the hell are you?”

The Kraken began to move.

Balatezo folded his arms, taking two steps back, watching the Kraken slowly transform under the light. It didn’t gradually shrink but instead seemed to grow larger, transforming into a giant red dragon, which then stood up, drawing a menacing giant sword, exuding an oppressive force unmatched even by his superior, Flaz Erro, instinctively gulping.

Leon flapped his wings, lowering his head, and gazed down at Balatezo, saying, “As you can see, this is my true form, my true self.”