Armor: The King Kong is already in my hands, so why should I hide?

Behind him, the other members of the Netherworld Legion also appeared.

Lu Fa slowly took off his armor, squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand and tightly grasped King Pierre's long silver-white hair, as if he was grabbing a helpless prey.

Then, he exerted force suddenly and dragged King Pierre in front of everyone.

He grabbed King Pierre's head and forced him to look at the soldiers of the Nether Legion.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer full of sarcasm, and he said in a sinister voice: "My subordinates, their current appearance is very scary in your eyes, but you know that your current appearance is not much better than theirs!"

King Pierre, who was already trembling with fear, seemed to go crazy after hearing this. He widened his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I am different from you! I... I am the king who is high above you!"

Unexpectedly, when Lu Fa heard this, he started laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed so wantonly and wildly that tears came out of his eyes.

The other members of the Nether Legion also laughed, and for a moment, the whole space was filled with their mocking laughter.

"King Pierre, King Pierre, you really have the potential to perform sketches. Once you open your mouth, it can make people laugh out loud." Qiao Shefei sneered with disdain.

When Lu Fa heard what Qiao Shefei said, he increased the strength of his hands and grabbed King Pierre's hair tightly.

King Pierre grimaced in pain and had to raise his head.

Then, Lu Fa looked at Kula with a hint of command in his eyes, and said: "Give our noble king a mirror and let him take a good look at his current appearance."

Kula had an elegant smile on her face. She raised her hand slightly, as if performing magic, and an exquisite mirror appeared in her hand.

She walked lightly to King Pierre, then placed the mirror in front of his eyes and said in a sarcastic tone, “My dear king, go and see your honor.

His originally fair and smooth skin reflected in the mirror was now covered with a deep purple color. This purple was dark and depressing, like the deepest night, and was the final sign of committing a crime of greed.

Every inch of his skin seemed to tell of his depravity and sin. The color seemed to seep out from the depths of his soul, completely corroding his seemingly noble body.

His face, which had once been well-maintained, now looked as if it had been cursed by the devil, with hideous horns growing abruptly from both sides of his cheeks and forehead.

These sharp corners are twisted and have an evil aura, like tentacles extending from the dark abyss.

His mouth also became extremely strange. His originally normal mouth shape was now extremely expanded. When he opened his mouth, it was full of sharp teeth. Those teeth were arranged unevenly, flashing cold light in the darkness. Among them, two long fangs were particularly eye-catching, like two sharp daggers, revealing a terrifying murderous intent.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face tremblingly. When his fingers touched the rough and horrible skin, his eyes were full of disbelief.

When his eyes moved to the pair of dark purple hands in the mirror, the sharp claws on those hands looked like weapons from hell, which made him even more terrified.

He seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and hurriedly hid his hands behind his back, trying to escape this cruel reality.

It was not until now that he realized that he had become even more demonized than in the past few days!

“This is not me… This is not me! No… This is not me! This is not me! I am the King of the Galaxy! I am the King of the entire galaxy! Aaaaaaa——!”

His voice was like torn cloth, full of despair and fear.

He shook his head frantically, as if trying to get rid of this horrific image from his mind, but the horrific image in the mirror followed him like a shadow, constantly irritating his already fragile nerves.

Seeing his miserable state, Lu Fa felt extremely happy.

Deep in his memory, the other members of the Netherworld Legion, including Lufa, were forced to leave their homes and watched their appearance change little by little.

It was a pain that went deep into their bones. Every change was like a sharp knife, slowly cutting their hearts.

The pain and suffering in their hearts are like bottles and jars sealed in dark corners, no one knows and no one cares.

The boomerang from that year finally hit Pierre himself mercilessly after a thousand years.

It was like a trick of fate. All the suffering he had inflicted on others was now being returned to himself.

"Pierre, don't worry, you won't die easily." Lu Fa slowly squatted down, leaned close to his ear, and said sinisterly. The voice sounded like a curse from the Netherworld, which made people shudder.

"I will let you stay on the Afas. I will crush your dignity bit by bit and let you experience firsthand what it means to live a life worse than death!"

The next second, Lu Fa placed a soul mark on King Pierre without hesitation.

In an instant, a pain from the depths of his soul swept through his whole body like a surging tide.

It was a kind of pain that could not be described in words, as if every particle of the soul was being burned by flames and frozen by ice.

King Pierre curled up helplessly, like a wounded beast, fragile and helpless.

His whole body was shaking violently. The pain made him scream hoarsely. His fragile back was like a dead branch in an earthquake, as if it could break at any time.

His back felt as if it had been splashed with a bucket of ice-cold water. Cold sweat kept oozing out, soaking his entire back. His sharp nails involuntarily dug deep into his dark purple skin, and dark blue blood flowed out.

"Brother Lufa... Brother Lufa... Please kill me... I beg you to kill me..."

His voice became hoarse and weak, and the pleading sound came out of his throat with difficulty. Every word was filled with the despair he felt after suffering both physical and mental setbacks at this moment.

King Pierre, who had lived a smooth life, had never experienced such torture.

He had always been high and mighty, enjoying all the glory and honor that came with power, but now he had been thrown into this endless abyss of pain.

He was only one step away from complete collapse.