Otherwise, if Velzard pretended to be dominated by Michael and allowed Michael to obtain her Dragon Factor, things would become even more troublesome.
"Oh~~, staying temporarily? That really is a fitting way to put it."
Velzard narrowed her eyes slightly, a trace of coldness gleaming within them.
Calling it a temporary stay was merely a euphemism for imprisonment and suppression. Velzard understood that perfectly well.
You really showed no mercy, Morax!
The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly heavy as two powerful auras began clashing in secret.
Sensing the hostility between the two, the Demon Lords present all raised their guard.
Quite a few of them even readied themselves for battle outright.
After all, whether it was Velzard, a True Dragon, or Morax, hailed as the Martial God, both stood firmly among the small handful at the Pinnacle of the Pyramid.
If the two truly broke into a fierce battle, there might not be many survivors among those present.
Of course, if one had to ask who would win, everyone felt Morax had the better odds. But... Velzard was, after all, the most ancient True Dragon in the world. No one knew what trump cards she possessed.
As loyal fans of the Emperor, Rimuru and Milim instinctively edged closer to where Mo Li stood.
But just as the clash between the two auras reached a fever pitch, an overwhelming presence suddenly entered the scene and shattered the delicate balance between them.
With an incomparably sharp and domineering force, it dispersed the pressure emanating from Mo Li and Velzard.
The one releasing that aura was none other than Guy, the Dark Emperor, who had remained silent until now.
Guy's expression was calm and solemn. The usual smiling, frivolous facade had vanished completely.
Those familiar with Guy could tell that he was