Crossing the true dragon realm, and you call me Little Locke?

"Every beholder considers itself the epitome of its kind, and its only fear is that it might be wrong." — Vakar Ironskin, the dwarven sage

The Eye Demon, also known as the Giant-Eyed Tyrant, is one of the most notorious inhabitants of the Underdark.

As a strange creature born from a dream.

Because dreams are unpredictable, the differences between eye demons are vast, and each eye demon is a unique existence.

Similarly, because of the abstract nature of dreams, all eye demons are abstract.

Some of them gouged out their own eyes to become sorcerers; some wore eye patches to become space pirates; some thought eye demons were too lame and studied how to seize the bodies of dragons; and some were enthusiastic about business and secretly helped the Church of the Goddess of Wealth build a financial system...

The aspirations and hobbies of various eye demons are incredibly diverse, encompassing all sorts of things.

To put it simply, the Eye Demon is the least like a human ruler among all the lord-type monsters.

As a "normal" beholder, Graham naturally has his own unique hobbies.

Because of the dream of the eye demon that gave birth to him, a spiritual connection and intertwining occurred with the dream of an "artist" from another dimension.

Therefore, he has been very fond of "art" since the beginning of his life.

He was obsessed with using photography to capture the connections between different races.

The greater the racial differences and the deeper the historical hatred, the more he likes it.

His greatest ambition is to capture the "harmony" of life between powerful mortal enemies such as Felin Magic Sunflower and Salon Spirit, Mind Flayer and Geese, Metal Dragon and Color Dragon...

He was captivated by the intense despair, resentment, anger, and humiliation contained within this harmony.

He relished the painful resistance, both psychological and physical, and he was obsessed with the decadent pleasure, both physical and psychological.

Therefore, without any resistance, they drained the Earth Spike Lord dry and then tossed him aside.

Still not satisfied, the spider-like Zhuo Er looked disgusted.

Graham was furious. He opened his blood-red maw and roared, "Trash! Insect! Slut!"

"What about the shift in emotions? What about the hidden shame?"

"Such a terrible performance! Are you defiling my soul-stirring art?"

Sprayed in the face with spittle, the spider-transformed drow silently put on its leather armor.

Then, somewhat impatiently, she asked the leader, "Boss, it keeps wasting our time."

"Can I take it down?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense upon hearing this.

Graham immediately stopped cursing, his large eyes turning cold, his ten eye stalks scanning the group of drow restlessly.

The female drow warriors also touched their weapons, calculating the distance for their surprise attack.

"No rush, Marceline."

The female drow, with skin as black as jade and silver hair like moonlight, shook her head.

She glanced at Graham and chuckled, "We still need him to break the seal."

"Once the tomb door is opened, you can do whatever you want with him."

"I'm still here!?"

He was enraged by her arrogant indifference.

Graham's demonic eyes gleamed menacingly as he roared, "Are you courting death?"

But with a clang, more than a dozen Drow warriors drew their scimitars, their blades gleaming coldly.

He immediately withdrew his hand and put on a comical smile.

He smiled obsequiously at the tall female drow and said, "Ms. Nightblade, we're old friends."

Please don't make such hurtful jokes.

"Do you intend to conquer that mature golden dragon and his spirit beasts all by yourself?"

"Then watch your mouth!"

Ye Feng's eyes sharpened, and he coldly rebuked, "My girl is not one of your playthings."

"If you can't control your foul mouth..."

"I'll rip out all your eyeballs and make you eat them one by one."

Upon hearing this, the drow female warriors, including the spider-turned drow, were stunned.

They all showed emotion on their faces and fervent enthusiasm in their eyes.

They were all losers in the Drow society, eliminated by competition from their own kind because they were not cruel or ruthless enough.

Nightblade is their savior and protector.

In her, these Drow warriors felt an unprecedented sense of respect and warmth.

So, imperceptibly, these drow have developed something that normal drow do not have—loyalty.

But Graham, seeing this, "watched" the fleeting psionic fluctuations in the air.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, but he only felt disgusted.

He muttered to himself, "Are they playing house using seduction to seduce humans?"

"What a waste!"

He secretly and greedily scanned the Drow warriors who were already showing signs of moral decay.

It's a pity that "those who have painstakingly climbed out of the abyss are kicked back into it."

"What an exquisite and beautiful spiritual experience that was!"

"How could they waste such a precious sample to cultivate such cheap feelings and loyalty?"

"This crawler has absolutely no understanding of art!"

They sensed this hidden malice and contempt.

Ye Feng glanced calmly at Graham, her eyes also filled with contempt and disdain.

Even among the beholders known for their perversions, Graham is somewhat too disturbing to cause physical discomfort.

So she was called Spider-Zor Marcelin.

He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Try to control yourself, don't give up on yourself."

"Even if you insist on it, you should at least find a humanoid creature!"

"If he invites you to do this next time, just refuse."

But Marceline looked troubled upon hearing this.

She replied, "But... boss!"

"This is so exciting!"

"I haven't had this much fun since I escaped Reginald City."

"...!?"

Ye Feng was taken aback by her blunt and perverse remarks.

She glanced at her other subordinates and noticed that most of them had reacted after hearing those words.

They all looked at the exhausted ground worm, biting their thin lips, their eyes revealing a hint of eagerness.

This turned Ye Feng's originally cold and beautiful face, which was black with a hint of purple, into a completely blackened appearance.

She decided that the dosage of this psionic modification would need to be increased.

We must thoroughly eradicate the remaining pernicious influences of the Zhuoer society from their mindset.

Meanwhile, Nightblade looked at Graham, who was recovering from the anti-magic cone and pondering how to unlock the magical lock on the tomb door.

A murderous intent surged within her; she was determined to kill this "extraordinary" perverted eye demon.

Otherwise, we can't just let things continue like this.

If we spend any more time with this demon, and let him seduce his subordinates into "making films," then...

Once her subordinates' strange quirks fully awaken, they will be completely beyond saving.

And those who also harbored murderous intent towards Graham.

And then there were Shuoyang and Melanthers, who had just recovered from the shock of his "art".

"Should we retreat?"

As Melanthers withdrew his head from the ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a sense of retreat.

That scene just now made her feel an instinctive, physiological aversion to the Eye Demon.

Let's not even talk about killing them now.

Even just entering the front hall of that tomb and being in the same space as the Eye Demon made her feel nauseous and want to vomit.

"No," Shuoyang forced himself to regain his composure and replied, "Continue with the plan!"

"You just need to show your face to attract attention."

"I'll handle that ground beetle."

"All right!"

"He who eats the dragon's mouth is bound to him, he who takes the dragon's hand is bound to him," Melanthers nodded helplessly.

She took a deep breath and held it.

It suddenly plunged down, peeking out from the shadows in the corner of the hall ceiling, and spewed a strong acidic breath at the Eye Demon.

"Enemy attack!"

Because of the 360-degree unobstructed view, Graham spotted Melanthus as soon as his head peeked out of the shadows.

He immediately fired a dissociation ray from his left eye stalk.

The blue-white energy rays clashed with the reddish-brown strong acid breath, unleashing a silent explosion.

While everyone's attention was drawn to their confrontation...

Relying on his Stone Movement Technique, Shuoyang charged directly into the hall with his entire dragon body, spewing out waves of flames that molten stone and burned iron.

After engulfing the helpless Spikeweed Lord.

The fire raged on, sweeping across the sky and crashing down on the Eye Demons and Drow.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the critical situation, Ye Feng no longer concealed his identity.

Her body swelled up and her face became ferocious.

In an instant, it transformed into an adult purple dragon resembling a two-legged flying dragon, with purplish-black scales and bat-wing-like forelimbs.

It swiftly spread its wings, gathering all the drow under its wings.

Relying on the flames of immunity, he saved all his subordinates.

Graham, having no protection, could only unleash his anti-magic cone to save his life.

A wave of anti-magic energy shot out from its main eye.

Just like Moses parting the sea, he directly cleaved through the flames, creating a fire-free buffer zone for himself.

On Shuoyang's side, after landing a successful blow, he did not linger in the fight.

He shouted to Melanthers, "Go!"

But Graham reacted very quickly after seeing that his carefully chosen "male lead" was gone.

He immediately flew into a rage, yelling, "Go to hell!"

Its ten eye stalks exerted their power simultaneously, firing ten beams of psionic energy towards Shuoyang.

Because of his large size, Shuoyang only managed to twist his body to dodge three of the attacks, but was hit solidly by the remaining seven.

Thanks to the greatly enhanced magic resistance after advancing to the next level of the dragon.

Shuoyang hadn't taken it seriously at first, but what he didn't expect was that Graham's psionic ray was neither a harmful mind stab nor an energy beam.

Instead, it is a specialized artifact technique modified by the Ascending Ring.

Since the spell did not cause any damage, Shuoyang's spell immunity did not take effect.

In an instant, countless obscene images flooded into Shuoyang's mind like a tidal wave.

This struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in place.

"Take a good look at this breathtaking art!"

Graham grinned, revealing his gaping maw full of fangs, and laughed wildly.

What he just used was his unique spell—Art Sharing.

The effect of this spell is to play the thousands of "art films" he has made directly in the target's mind.

Even though a true dragon's brain is exceptionally powerful, possessing unparalleled processing speed and memory storage capacity.

Shuoyang was also badly hit by his attack.

After all, in an instant, someone crammed several terabytes of porn into my brain, and they were all bizarre and extreme.

No one could withstand that!