Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

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"Listen to him, go prepare the steamer."

Lance, with his apron tied, smiled as he asked Andre to go prepare the steamer.

"Human, how are your cooking skills?"

"Not bad."

"Then show me what you've got, if your cooking can conquer me, you can live a very long time. A Giant Dragon's youngling... you haven't cooked one before, have you? I'm giving you this opportunity."

"Shut your mouth, Ulysses!"

Andre really couldn't stand it anymore. How quickly does one want to rush to their death!

Continue courting death like this, and you won't even have the chance to become a Familiar!

"Andre, didn't you hear me? Go prepare the steamer."

"Teacher... I don't have a steamer here."

"No steamer?" Lance sighed, took out a steamer from his Diamond Talisman, and sized it up—it was just the right size, "Bloodmoon Demon... What do you think of this steamer?"

The Bloodmoon Demon Ulysses glanced at the steamer Lance had taken out, then at the Young Dragon, and smirked with a nasty grin, "Not bad, not bad... this steamer is just the right size."

"If you're satisfied with the exterior, why don't you come down and take a look inside?"

Lance lifted the steamer's lid, inviting the Demon in the sky to come down and have a look inside the steamer.

Andre was initially confused about his teacher's intention in having him prepare the steamer, but upon hearing his teacher's words and seeing his actions, and witnessing this scene, he understood—his teacher was planning to steam the Demon Ulysses.

The Demon Ulysses intended to steam the little Dragon princess, the teacher went with the flow, brought out the steamer... intending to steam the demon...

Princess Elusha, the members of the Bronze Bounty Guild, as well as the members of the Beautiful Scorpion Guild and the Violent Bear Guild, were all vaguely guessing Lord Lance's intention at this moment.

So bold!

So ruthless!

To actually think of steaming a Demon from The Abyss!

"Human... you are the most polite human I've ever met. A human like you... has the qualifications to become my Familiar.

However... Human, the look in your eyes... it feels somewhat familiar to me."

Demon Ulysses drew a line in the Void, and a mirror appeared in the Void, "I remember now... It's the look one has when staring at food and prey, Human... The food I want you to deal with is that tender and delicious Young Dragon, not me.

Take a good look at that Young Dragon, think about how to cook her to make her tasty."

"I'm not looking at the Young Dragon, the food I'm going to prepare isn't her."

"???" Bloodmoon Demon Ulysses pointed at himself with his crescent moon-shaped blood-red sharp claws, "It's not the Young Dragon, then the food you want to prepare... could it be me?"

Lance grinned, revealing his neatly aligned white teeth, "You're finally catching on. I thought you'd only realize when I had tricked you into the steamer."

So... Bloodmoon Demon... are you going to come down and lie in the steamer yourself? Or put up a symbolic resistance before being prepared by me and thrown into the steamer?"

Boom—

The Bloodmoon Demon Ulysses transformed into a blood-red beam, teleporting in front of Lance, swinging his half-moon-like sharp claws.

He was going to tear to shreds this human who dared to humiliate him.

His large blood-red eyes, like copper bells, seemed to already see the pitiful state of this insignificant human being shredded into ragged pieces by his 'swish swish swish' blood moon sharp claws...

He saw it, saw it... it was a huge fist...

???

Why is it a huge fist?

Before Ulysses could understand, he watched as the huge fist slammed into his face...

He could clearly feel his face being deformed and even saw a fang flying out of his mouth...

Getting... slower..?

Was it a Slow Spell?

No!

No, that's not right!

It wasn't getting slower because of a Slow Spell... it felt slow... not because he was hit by a Slow Spell... it was because the human's punching speed was too fast...

So fast that his eyes could only capture a scene from long ago.

When he saw his face being punched, in reality... he might have been hit hundreds of times already...

The pain couldn't keep up with the human's punching speed...

Damn it...

He was fooled by that human's harmless looks....

Bloodmoon Barrier—

Open!

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Hum—

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the blood-red array unfolded in an instant... and shattered...

The Blood Moon Demon Ulysses realized what had happened, but he was powerless to change his plight.

The only reason he remained conscious and did not lapse into a coma was that his consciousness had not yet caught up.
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He was conscious now, though he may very well have already been unconscious...

If things were slightly worse, he might well have been put into a steamer by now...

Damn it!!!

This distorted feeling, as if a Slow Spell had been applied... It drove the demon mad!

How could the punching speed of humans be so fast?

What exactly was he experiencing now?

Who could tell him?

Boom boom boom boom—

The ground trembled.

Andre, Princess Elusha, Bronze Guild, Beauty Scorpion Guild, and Fierce Bear Guild members felt as though their heartbeats were about to synchronize with the frequency of the ground shaking.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the Human World contained humans more ferocious and brutal than demons.

That demon, who had made them feel oppressed and desperate from the moment it appeared, was now being grabbed by the legs by the powerful Lord Lance and smashed back and forth into the ground...

Craters were being smashed into the ground...

They hadn't seen the preceding scene clearly...

They only saw the ferocious and terrifying demon teleport next to Lord Lance, and then its head began shaking left and right, its nearly five-meter tall body thrown about wildly...

During the process, they witnessed an outburst of dazzling blood-red light...

And then... what they saw was the scene before them now, where the ferocious and terrifying Blood Moon Demon was being thrown from side to side...

They didn't know if it was dead or not...

Even if it wasn't dead... it was probably hanging on to its last few breaths...

Outside Golden City, the Temple Knights of Valkyrie Temple who had returned saw this scene in the courtyard and swallowed their saliva involuntarily...

By the Valkyrie...

Living as long as they had, it was their first time witnessing such a savage human...

Holy Knight Steven was also present, having sensed the presence of the demon and returned. He temporarily concealed their presence, hiding on this hillside outside Golden City.

He had originally planned to rush out and slay the demon when necessary, to save those humans inside Golden City...

But as it turned out...

The one needing rescue was the demon...

The Fat Bishop Franco had sharp eyes...

If a conflict had erupted with Lance back in Lionheart City, perhaps he would have tasted being thrown about before the demon...

Lance was much stronger than he had imagined.

He might already be very close to achieving "Condensing Spirit"...

"Terrifying... Earlier this man said he would spare us for the Valkyrie's sake, and I thought he was just boasting... Now it seems what he said was true, if he wanted to kill us, even with Lord Steven here... he might not be able to stop him."

"Indeed so."

"Lord Steven... what happened after that demon teleported next to Lord Lance? I didn't see anything clearly."

"He threw a punch, striking after the teleportation. The speed of his punch was so fast that only afterimages could be seen... I barely managed to catch sight of his fist; it's normal for you to not have seen it."

"So what do we do now..."

"We leave. After returning, I will suggest to His Majesty that we first rescind the wanted order for Andre. Then we'll have His Majesty verify whether our God truly owes that man money."

"Really rescind the wanted order for Andre?"

"Yes, rescind it. If we don't and our Temple's other branches of knights encounter that man... they might suffer heavy casualties, no... they'd have no chance to survive at all, not even a chance to become ghosts."

"Look, look... Lord Steven... Quick, look, that demon has been thrown by Lord Lance into that large iron pot filled with water... They have started the firewood... This isn't steaming... They are going to boil that demon...

By the Martial God, there really are humans more brutal than demons!!!"

Steven also took a sharp intake of breath. Lance really threw that demon into an iron pot?

Was he actually going to boil it?

Or was he planning to clean off the demon's fur first... then steam it?

"You all, remember the appearance of that Young Dragon Princess well, it's best to draw it, go back and tell the other Divine Position holders of the Temple, if they ever come across this Young Dragon Princess... they must not harm her, be as good to her as possible!"