Pandora looked perplexed at the Mixed Blood Purple Crystal Dragon for a long time, then suddenly tilted her head towards Richard, "I still don’t know why I’m crying, but I feel like I understand what it wanted to say just now."
"What did it want to say?" Richard asked.
"It seems..." Pandora hesitated for a moment, as if confirming her thoughts, then slowly spoke, "It seems to be happy to see me, because it thought I was its companion. Also, it’s grateful to you because you gave it relief. By killing it, you prevented it from being locked in a cold box again, not knowing when it would be released to wreak havoc like a hunting dog; you allowed it to rest in peace. Lastly, it’s a little sad, I don’t know why it’s sad, but... I feel sad too, there’s this heavy feeling in my heart..."
Tears continued to flow from Pandora’s eyes as she looked at Richard, bewilderedly asking, "Richard, why do I feel sad? I... didn’t know it before."
"This—" Richard didn’t know how to answer.
"Richard, look, it’s crying too," Pandora exclaimed, pointing towards the Mixed Blood Purple Crystal Dragon. They saw a murky tear seep out from its closed eyelids, eventually falling to the ground with a "plop" and shattering.
Just then, with a "puff" sound, a large cloud of purple mist burst forth from the body of the Mixed Blood Purple Crystal Dragon, curling into a loop with visible speed before carbonizing.
In the end, the Mixed Blood Purple Crystal Dragon turned into a pile of black powder, and a dense purple mist hovered over Richard and Pandora’s heads.
Richard was somewhat suspicious, his expression cautious.
Driven by curiosity or perhaps instinct, Pandora reached out towards the purple mist.
"Be careful!" Richard said, prepared to stop her, but it was too late.
As soon as Pandora’s fingers touched the purple mist, it seemed to be pulled by a strong force and crazily burrowed into her body, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
After absorbing all the purple mist, Pandora didn’t look well.
Pandora’s body swayed, and she fell to her knees, her face turning extremely red as if she had a fever. Eyes wide open, she said with a hint of pain, "Richard, I... I feel terrible..."
"It’s okay, I’m here," Richard quickly reassured her, "Everything will be fine, I’ll help you."
As he spoke, Richard reached for Pandora’s carotid artery to check her pulse.
Just as he reached out his hand, a sharp whistling sound of slicing air arose.
Turning his head, Richard saw several spells hurtling towards him.
This was indeed Bayer leading the few remaining men, seizing the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, hoping to severely injure Richard.
The reason for this, rather than taking the chance to flee, was simple. They didn’t believe they could truly survive under Richard’s strange murderous methods. Especially Bayer, who had seen Richard slaughter the powerful Mixed Blood Purple Crystal Dragon, was certain that their plan on the East Coast had completely failed. Now, it was about how to exit the situation.
In the current dire situation, attacking Richard with a desperate strike seemed better than running away. At least after resurrection, they wouldn’t face severe punishment from their organization. After all, they had tried their best; what more could they do?
As for being unable to resurrect?
Uh, he had heard about the destruction of the Resurrection Room, but hadn’t really connected it with Richard.
Thinking this way, Bayer quickly cast another Wind Blade Cutting Technique towards Richard.
Seeing the attack, Richard frowned, but hesitated little, controlling the Non-Newtonian Fluid hidden in his clothing to flow out swiftly and form into a fourth form Shield.
The spells exploded with force, but the fourth form Shield sustained no damage.
This was not the case that the defensive power of the fourth form Shield had suddenly increased significantly; instead, it was the formidable legacy power of the Black Spirit King at work.
Having successfully blocked the attack, Richard retracted the Shield, contemplating whether to eliminate the survivors when suddenly, Pandora began to transform.
Pandora cried out in extreme pain, her face flushing as if on fire, and an unprecedented roar burst from her mouth, then her body visibly swelled at a startling rate.
Her clothes, stretched out, transformed her in an instant—from the always-present little girl form into a true Giant Dragon!
This Giant Dragon looked different from Gregory and even vastly different from the Mixed Blood Purple Crystal Dragon. The most striking feature was its crystalline translucency!
Yes, crystalline translucency!
Using such a term to describe a dragon may seem odd, but that was indeed the case with Pandora now.
One could see that Pandora’s dragon form was entirely purple. Her back was a deep purple, and her scales shone brilliantly as if embedded with individual gemstones, whereas her abdomen was a lighter purple, leaning toward pink, like large chunks of pink Crystal spread over it. Her eyes, like two pools of water, were also purple and imbued with Magic Power. The ends of her tail and a few spots along her spine were unusually colored, a fiery red with hints of golden yellow, as if burning with sacred Flames.
Pandora flapped her wings, and a fierce wind suddenly rose; her body soared into the air. It was unclear if she still retained her sanity, but she kept opening her mouth to roar.
The ground trembled as Pandora’s roars spread everywhere. The next moment, she dove down at lightning speed towards Bayer and his companions, her mouth appearing ready to release something.
But instead of discharging anything, there was only an ear-piercing Dragon Roar.
And it was this roar that drastically changed the expressions of Bayer and his group, who visibly bled from their ears, noses, and the corners of their eyes. Their bodies went limp, and they collapsed.
At this moment, Pandora’s body was only a few meters above the ground when she suddenly stretched her wings wide and rapidly ascended again by using another dive and roar.
Soon, Bayer and his associates were dead, thoroughly and utterly.
After eliminating Bayer and his group, Pandora ceased her attack and began to hover above Richard’s head.
One circle, two circles, three...
On the third circle, she only made half a round before suddenly losing power and crashing down. During the fall, her body quickly shrank back into human form.
Richard’s expression subtly shifted as he leapt into the air, catching Pandora before they landed back on the ground.
At this moment, Pandora was completely naked—after all, her clothes had been torn apart by the transformation.
Seeing Pandora , Richard was reminded of his few encounters with Gregory. Every time Gregory transformed, he seemed well-dressed, which likely meant that besides having powerful Transformation Techniques, he probably hid his clothes somewhere and quickly put them on when he reverted to human form.
Currently, Pandora obviously couldn’t do that, but no matter, Richard quickly pulled out a robe from the Space Iron Ring and draped it over her.
Looking at Pandora, Richard asked with concern, "How are you feeling, Pandora? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I..." Pandora’s eyes were lifeless, her eyelids battling furiously. It was unclear whether she was extremely sleepy or exhausted, or perhaps it was a combination of both. Her voice lacked strength as she said, "Richard, I... really want to sleep... sleep..."
Before she could finish saying "sleep," Pandora had closed her eyes. So deep was her slumber that she even started snoring softly.
Richard paused for a moment, then frowned slightly. Honestly, he was very worried about Pandora and really wanted to understand her condition. However, it seemed that disturbing her now wasn’t the best option. Sighing softly, he carried Pandora into Eden.
After completing these tasks, Richard squinted and scanned the surroundings, focusing on the last remaining members of the Supreme Order Divine Society.
Without any further ado, he soared into the air and took action.