"Black Scale, right?" Luo Chuan sat in a luxurious chair, his right fist propped against his cheek as he looked at Black Scale.
A massive eyeball nearly five meters in diameter floated before Luo Chuan. All Black Scale could feel was an overwhelming pressure, so dense it was almost tangible. It reminded him of the times he had encountered the Lord of the End. The power of gods was indeed something mortals could never hope to reach.
"Yes." Black Scale did not dare conceal anything. Soul Lock had already accepted his fate, so what ability did he, another hierarch, have to resist? Besides, he had no so-called faith in the Lord of the End. Being a turncoat did not seem too bad. After all, Soul Lock had said the employee benefits here were quite good.
Luo Chuan nodded lightly and examined the huge eyeball before him. "So, this is your original form?"
Such a huge eyeball, coupled with those waving tentacles, even carrying a certain kind of spiritual contamination— the Lord of the End had directly led the entire Endless Divine Court's style astray.
"No."
As black mist surged, the huge eyeball vanished, replaced by another form, one resembling a plant. Its jagged body was covered in proliferating tumors and eyes. Countless vine-like tentacles formed its "roots," while the top resembled a brain-like "crown." At the center of the "trunk" was a hideous face, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth...
Luo Chuan: "..."
Well then, even more Cthulhu.
"Forget it. Change back." Luo Chuan waved his hand, deciding not to dwell on appearances any longer.
Black Scale turned back into the huge eyeball form. At the same time, he understood something. It seemed this boss truly was not on good terms with the Lord of the End.