Imu... Saint Imu...? Imu... Palace! Imu's True Form!

In the heart of the Holy Land Mary Geoise, the Five Elders and members of the God's Knights were drained of their last bit of Demonic Energy and life force by the threads.

The dark red threads, as if alive, were drawn from their corpses, carrying thick Demonic Energy and pale life force, and surged into the ever-changing figure.

Those crimson almond-shaped eyes once again turned cold and arrogant.

"Mmm! Is the sole ruler of this world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demonic Energy formed by countless Celestial Dragons, God's Knight, and the Five Elders instantly enveloped all the resentful demonic shadows around them.

The first remnant soul to speak roared like thunder, like a beast driven to the brink of despair making its final stand. "Imu!! You despicable scoundrel!! How dare you use the bloodline of my descendants to suppress me!!"

The second remnant soul's voice carried the pain of being betrayed by a loved one. "Imu! We were allies! We fought side by side to overthrow Joy Boy! How could you... how could you have treated us as prey all along!!"

The third remnant soul reacted quite differently. He didn't roar, but remained silent for a very brief moment—a moment more chilling than any roar.

Then he spoke, his voice low and deep, as if rising from a grave. "So that's how it is. You've kept our descendants captive, turning them into useless trash, indulging them in privilege and vanity... all to make them shackles that oppress us. Imu, you're quite the schemer. You foresaw this eight hundred years ago."

The fourth remnant soul's voice was tinged with obvious panic, its rapid speech conveying a sense of helplessness as it watched its limbs being swallowed up inch by inch. "No! No! No!!! I'm not reconciled! Imu!! You can't do this to me! I'm still alive! I still exist! You can't erase me!!"

The fifth remnant soul neither struggled nor begged for mercy.

He uttered an extremely venomous curse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. "Imu. You killed us, you devoured us, you will be punished."

Joy Boy's will will not perish. One day, someone will step over your bones and uproot your eight-hundred-year-old foundation.

As the Celestial Dragons bloodline was integrated, the constantly changing figure gradually stabilized.

Her originally slightly dark skin gradually turned fair, her light-colored hair turned bright red, and her sharp almond-shaped eyes had crimson irises with a thin ring around the pupil and multiple ring-shaped patterns inside the iris.

Her originally tall and imposing figure gradually became slender and fair, and a pair of pale and delicate hands grasped one of the demonic shadows.

Imu's previously manic expression gradually faded, and his ethereal, cold voice slowly rang out.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; you are nothing but nourishment for Mother."

Her fingers tightened slightly, and the demonic shadow she was holding struggled violently in her palm, emitting a shrill scream.

"At least, Mother has given your descendants eight hundred years of glory and status; that's already giving you face."

Just as she was about to devour the last remnant soul, it suddenly let out an extremely sharp shriek, the sound carrying something extremely complex—hatred, mockery, and something even Imu herself didn't notice, something that made her subconsciously stop her fingers.

"Imu! You think you've won? Joy Boy... he... hahaha... you'll never... know..."

The sound was cut off by Demonic Energy.

The remnant soul vanished completely.

But the name "Joy Boy" was like a needle, piercing Imu's ear with extreme lightness and speed.

Her fingers paused for a moment.

It was so short that the surrounding Demonic Energy didn't even notice the fluctuation.

Then her face returned to its icy coldness, her fingers tightened again, and she swallowed the last wisp of remnant soul completely into her body.

One king after another fell, devoured. With each remnant soul devoured, Imu's figure became more solid.

Finally, all twenty remnant souls were swallowed into his body.

Imu's figure was frozen in time.

Three meters tall, with fair skin and a slender figure, her bright red hair cascaded down to her waist, and her crimson almond eyes reflected surging Demonic Energy.

She moved her fingers slightly, and her knuckles made a series of soft cracking sounds.

The feeling was completely different from before.

Every action she took before felt like dragging a body that didn't belong to her—the tall and robust giant form made her clumsy, the short and thin skeletal form made her slow, the mermaid form made her lower limbs weak, and the demon form made her wings heavy.

But at this moment, this body belongs to her.

Completely her own.

Every inch of skin, every bone, and every wisp of Demonic Energy flowed as smoothly as breathing.

She could feel that the Demonic Energy within her body was several times stronger than before. The power released after the twenty remnant souls were digested surged through her meridians, like a volcano that had been dormant for eight hundred years finally awakening.

This is Imu's true form.

Her previous forms were merely the result of the remnant souls of the twenty kings influencing her, causing her physical body to constantly deform. Now that the remnant souls have been completely devoured, her true form has finally returned to its original appearance.

The reason she kept twenty descendants of kings, raised them as Celestial Dragons, the Celestial Dragons, and protected them at all costs was to use their bloodline to completely suppress and devour the remnants of those twenty kings' souls.

As for why the remnants of the twenty kings are inside her body?

A hint of mockery and disdain flashed in Imu's cold and arrogant almond-shaped eyes.

They betrayed Joy Boy; he had merely played along, making them one with him.

Originally, I planned to wait another ten years or so, until I was more prepared, before taking action.

After all, those guys weren't exactly easy to deal with. Without thorough preparation, Imu was worried about things going wrong, and he was also afraid that Joy Boy might have a backup plan.

However, the current situation no longer allows her to hesitate.

Imu raised his head.

Those crimson almond-shaped eyes gazed at the sky.

In the sky, a massive, unimaginably large black meteorite was slowly falling from a rift in the void, pressing down on the Holy Land Mary Geoise.

The meteorite was over several thousand meters in diameter, and a dark purple light surged deep within the cracks on its surface, like a small asteroid falling towards the ground.

It wasn't falling fast, but every inch of its descent carried an irreversible heaviness.

The shadows engulfed the entire Holy Land, completely blocking out the sunlight.

Imu stared at it for a long time.

Then she slowly raised her right hand.

The Demonic Energy at her fingertips silently condensed, and a dark red spear slowly took shape in her palm.