The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 6567
Sitting on his shoulder, Lesia shook her head with regret. "Morgott, why do you keep lowering your IQ again and again? You make me feel too embarrassed to even mock you." "Are you confused, Frona?" Morgott laughed. "Don't you understand who's in control of the situation right now?"
Lesia chuckled lightly. "They say there's something despicable about those pitiable. Originally, I had some sympathy for you, but I didn't expect you to become so insane." "What do you mean?" Morgott asked, lacking confidence. "I've already taken control of your master's soul. From now on, I’m your master. If you dare to disrespect me, I'll find ways to punish you." "With your low IQ?" Lesia retorted impatiently. "I doubt you're even worthy of licking my master's toes."
Upon hearing this, Morgott felt something was amiss. He scanned his surroundings vigilantly but found nothing unusual, so he laughed heartily once again.
"I know you're eloquent, Frona. You're trying to provoke me and give your master a chance to escape. Let me tell you, any living being possessed by me cannot escape my control.
"Especially now that I control you. With this leverage, I can easily negotiate with those old folks. I’ll rise again once my main self merges. By then, no one will be able to oppose me."

With that, he laughed triumphantly, his voice filled with arrogance and accomplishment.
Just then, a playful laughter echoed from the cave, "Morgott, you're not bad looking, but why does your laughter sound so unpleasant? I can barely keep up the act anymore."
Morgott, who was previously laughing maniacally, suddenly froze.
"Who's speaking? Who's talking to me?"
On the opposite side of Morgott, James appeared beside the imprisoned Hetsema in a flash of black light. He wore a playful smile, looking at Morgott as if he were a fool.
The illusory figure of Morgott raised a finger. "You... it's impossible. How can this be? I've already possessed you. I've suppressed your soul. How could you escape? Then, who did I possess?" "You can see for yourself." Lesia chuckled. "Morgott, you're becoming more amusing. Do you even want to possess a bell?" "A bell?" Morgott exclaimed. Then, he looked down to see that James, whom he had possessed moments ago, had turned into a large bell surrounded by gray light.
Meanwhile, Lesia sat atop the bell, almost level with him.
"How is this possible?" Morgott erupted into thunderous rage. "I clearly possessed the main self of the Chosen One. I acted the moment he conjured the Soul Energy Ball. It's impossible, absolutely impossible."
Listening to his hysterical roar, James stepped forward with his hands behind his back. "Earlier, I heard you say something. You're the fastest in all these myriad realms?" "Yes, I’m the fastest." Morgott gritted his teeth. "No one can surpass me." "You’re boastful!" Lesia taunted Morgott. "My master had already activated the Dawnblaze Form when he agreed to summon the Soul Energy Ball, replacing himself with the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. Are you still confused about that?"