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

The elite legions of the six Great King Cities.

The Demon Race’s [Devil Legion].

The Fallen Angel Race’s [Sacred Armor Legion].

The Blood Clan’s [Blood Demon Legion].

The Succubus Race’s [Phantom Charm Legion].

The Medusa Race’s [Evil Demon Legion].

The Dark Night Elf Race’s [Night Legion].

The elite legions of the six great royal families had sealed off the Demon God Altar Square completely, with ancient powerhouses materializing out of thin air above the six legions.

With one glance, Lance recognized all the familiar faces—old acquaintances with whom he had dealt during his studies in the abyss, even having sparred with a few of them before his departure, but back then... he had only wanted to prove his worth to these old fellows.

Over two thousand years had passed, and to his surprise, these old fellows were still alive. They had arrived early. If he had come to the abyss when he was over ten thousand years old, perhaps he could have worn them out.

The appearance of these old creatures from the six elite legions at the Demon God Altar Square all at once seemed a bit strange.

His identity had just been exposed after all, and the reaction of these old fellows might be a bit too quick.

And this display of forces... was a bit too grand...

Confronting him, a mere Dark Magic Dragonkin, did it really justify the deployment of six elite legions?

Eight or nine old fellows who had lived for thousands of years, no?

He was no heinous monster deserving of such an ordeal, was he?

Even if they didn’t consider him a friend, they needn’t treat him like such a formidable adversary, right?

"Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance, didn’t you deliberately use the Eye of the Demon God to return to more than two thousand years in the past, appearing over our Royal City, bellowing for a battle with us? Now we give you this chance. Come, battle with us.

This challenge, after more than two thousand years, we’re here to respond to it directly," said Demon Andrews, floating above the Devil Legion with a smirk not quite reaching his skin, astounded to encounter this little rascal from years past who had played the entire abyss for a fool.

The corner of Lance’s mouth twitched slightly as he had only stayed there for a few minutes and said a few words. How could these old fellows remember it all until now?

The Eye of the Demon God...

It must definitely be the Eye of the Demon God causing trouble, for otherwise their memories should have been automatically corrected by history, erasing any information about him.

Now that these old fellows remembered how he had returned to the past, it meant that those memories had not been erased or corrected.

Perhaps only the Eye of the Demon God possessed the ability to partially modify and preserve someone else’s memory.

After all, it was in command of time and space, and even reduced to just an eye, a starved camel remains bigger than a horse.

"After more than two thousand years, isn’t it a bit rude for our first encounter to be filled with shouts and fighting? How about we find a place to sit, have some tea, reminisce, and discuss things calmly, no need to seem as if we must fight to the death.

We’re not mortal enemies, and I haven’t wronged you in any way. In fact, I was the enlightenment teacher for some of your younger kin.

If something is bothering us, let’s try to settle it through conversation, and strive for a solution both sides can accept."

"When you returned to more than two thousand years ago through the Eye of the Demon God, the way you looked was hardly indicative of someone wanting to resolve issues through communication."

"That’s normal, acting recklessly in one’s youth. Encountering old fellows from history who had minor conflicts with me, it’s normal wanting to tease and beat you up a bit."

"???"

Heh.

Indeed, youthful and impetuous. Saying such words in front of so many old fellows clearly showed he wasn’t afraid of them, believing that he now had the strength to confront them head-on.

Not seeing him for over two thousand years, considering his fondness for studying back then, it was normal for him to have become stronger than he was two thousand years ago.

However, if he assumed that growth meant he now had the power to confront these old fellows directly, then he was somewhat underestimating them.

As he grew, these old creatures... were also amassing their strength.

"After two thousand years, do you come to the abyss to seek revenge, or is there another purpose?"

"Another purpose."

"What purpose?"

"To take my daughter, who was accidentally transported to the abyss, back to the Human World. Beyond that, there is no other purpose. As for the thought of revenge... that I do not have, but... I do want to beat you up.

After all, back then you all wanted to enslave me, to make me a follower of your younger generations, but indeed, I learned a lot because of it.

So I don’t harbor thoughts of revenge; I just genuinely want to give you a thrashing. Considering your age... you might be even more shameless than before, and to prevent a group beating, I think I should show you a bit of my weaker side.

Archangel Justin, your Angelic Wings... how did they turn golden? Is that in preparation to return to the fabled Divine Realm?"

That old fellow’s wings had lost all their feathers in a fight with him back then, and afterwards, he unfairly accused Lance of poisoning him, claiming that during the fight, all the feathers from his wings had been plucked...

That wasn’t the case at all. It was because he was getting on in years, starting to experience hair loss, and feather shedding.

The loss of feathers during the fight was due to the violent energy making feathers that were already about to fall out drop prematurely.

"You dare bring that up?! If it wasn’t for your poisoning, how would my Angelic Wings have become like this?!"

"Is it not possible that you’re just getting old? Blood and vitality beginning to decline, experiencing hair loss, shedding feathers? If you don’t believe it, take a look at your own hair now, isn’t it growing sparser by the day?"