Ashen Dragon

Chapter 208: Chapter 133: Self-Destruction
 

Just as Mantou was about to pounce on him, Vagnard still didn’t react. He even started to chuckle.

“Hahaha, hahaha!”

“I’ve finally found the perfect experimental subject!”

That nearly inhuman face, covered in white scales, emerged from beneath the hood, looking especially horrifying.@@novelbin@@

Vagnard gently lifted his hand. A faint red Spell Radiance flashed in his murky eyes, and that power was transmitted through his fingertips to the target.

[Mind Remote Control]

The dragonling that Mantou had transformed into was controlled by that powerful telekinesis, coming to a halt in midair.

Though it temporarily possessed the Red Dragon’s strength, after all, it was just a young dragon, about the size of a horse. It didn’t have the power to resist this mighty spell and could only struggle and twist in the air, continuously spewing flames and filthy curses from its throat.

“Old beast, when I get out, I’m going to sew your mouth to your **!”

“I ******!”

Vagnard gave no response to this, acting as if he hadn’t heard. He simply stared obsessively at that dragon body.

His focus wasn’t on Mantou, but on the body that had perfectly absorbed the dragon bloodline, which intoxicated him immensely.

“From my awakening up to now, it has been over a hundred years, with 36,714 experiments.”

“Never has there been such a perfect product.”

“This is the will of the world. It, it will grant me the greatest evolution!”

Vagnard’s voice trembled, like a zealot witnessing a miracle. His gaze at Mantou grew greedier, as if he wanted to suck out its marrow and devour it alive.

“Come on, child, resist.”

“Look at this fascinating strength, like a true giant dragon.”

“I will discover your secrets and turn you into nourishment for my great evolution.”

Mantou noticed Vagnard’s gaze and felt his hair stand on end. At that moment, he finally understood Swashbuckler’s feeling of being “targeted” by a pure old pervert.

Singo reminded from afar: “Mantou! Don’t forget what I gave you!”

Only then did Mantou remember that he had the rune gunpowder bomb!

Just as Vagnard thought victory was in his grasp, standing unguarded in front of him.

Such a good opportunity, how could he miss it!

Mantou gritted his teeth, fumbled out the rune gunpowder bomb in mid-air, and screamed hysterically:

“Damn it, I can’t take it anymore. I’ll blow up with you, beast!”

“Rua! Activate backup hidden energy!”

“No——”

Vagnard immediately sensed danger, but before he could stop it, Mantou triggered the bomb, causing a direct explosion.

A few oddly shaped metal balls were instantly triggered, their engraved runes flashing brilliantly.

With a deafening sound, a massive fireball formed in mid-air. The intense explosion engulfed Mantou, Vagnard, the Hound Demon, and others in hot flames. The resulting dust cloud shrouded most of the laboratory.

The smoke slowly dispersed.

A huge pit had been blown open in the ground. If not for the sufficiently thick floor designed to trap dragons, the explosion might have pierced the tower, causing the ground to collapse to the level below.

The young dragon Mantou had transformed into was blown to pieces, lying in the ruins.

The Hound Demon behind him was also turned into a heap of charred meat by the powerful bomb.

But the black-robed man still stood in place, even standing on air. An orb-shaped shield surrounded him, flashing with Magical Aura.

That was the classic permanent spell combination of a High Rank Archmage, [Trigger Spell] chained to [Orthluck Elastic Sphere], effectively granting them an extra life, making them difficult to harm with ordinary ambush tactics.

“As expected of a mage boss, it’s not so simple, huh…”

Singo murmured as he stared at the unharmed mage.

But at this moment, Vagnard’s hideous and ugly face didn’t show any relief from escaping an ambush. Instead, it twisted in anger, his eyes blood red, veins bulging on his forehead, nearly losing his sanity.

“Damn, damn it!”

“Why do you resist! I need a living experimental subject!”

“I will find his secrets!”

“No, no, there’s still a chance. He still has companions. As long as I capture them alive—”

Vagnard hurriedly turned his head, intending to cast a spell to seize the two.

Only to see the two players holding rune gunpowder bombs that had already been activated and were beeping in their arms.

Singo grinned ferociously at Vagnard, not forgetting to mock:

“Does it feel good to be bombed, old beast!”

“We’re inviting you to a fireworks show!”

Vagnard extended a finger, releasing a green ray, shouting anxiously:

“Stop it!”

That was the Sixth Tier spell [Disintegrate], capable of disassembling inanimate matter. If the ray touched the rune gunpowder bombs, they would instantly disintegrate into mere fragments.

But his spell was a step too late.

The moment that green ray was released, the two had already transformed into brilliant fireballs, along with the explosion of the rune gunpowder bombs, turning to ashes and giving Vagnard no chance. They even destroyed the surrounding experimental equipment.

“Damn, damn it all.”

“I, I will find a more perfect sample!”

Vagnard slumped to the ground, his body trembling under the black robe, as if he had fallen into madness.

“Roar——”

At this moment, a roar came from the distance. The White Dragon struggled violently, and the chains entwining its body loosened slightly.

The successive self-detonations of the three players had destroyed part of the [Vagnard’s Dragon Binding Magic Circle] on the ground, giving the White Dragon a bit of a chance to escape. Imprisoned for a hundred years, it couldn’t wait to seize this precious opportunity, struggling with all its strength to shake this dreadful Array.

Vagnard’s face was ashen, his expression incomparably hideous, wildly pounding the ground with dull thudding sounds.

“Tiniya, even you… you want to resist me?”

“Why, why are you all unwilling to sacrifice for my great evolution!”

“Catherine was like this, Valena was like this, those intruders were like this, and even you are the same!”

After venting wildly, Vagnard’s expression gradually turned indifferent. He slowly climbed up from the ground, coldly watching the White Dragon struggling like a trapped beast.

“It seems, I have to give you a little punishment.”

The black-robed mage lightly raised his hand, and countless hideous, scaled and distorted limbs rose from the ground.

“Howl——”

The cold wind howled through the Kalka Mountains, snowflakes falling.

Snow covered the undulating mountains.

In the deepest part of those mountains, inside the black tower known as the “Polar Night Demon Tower,” a terrifying roar once again resounded, incessantly echoing. If noticed by a passerby, it would undoubtedly give rise to countless terrifying legends.