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Chapter 202: Wagner
Stuffed Bun, having learned from past mistakes, silently retreated, whispering:
“What should we do?”
Singo stroked his chin, analyzing the situation.
“It looks like this White Dragon was trapped by Wagner—used as raw material for his experiments. The monsters we saw earlier? Most likely all descend from this dragon’s bloodline. In fact, they’re practically its offspring.”
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang pointed toward the hundreds of tubes connected to the transparent container.
“That’s gotta be the dragon’s True Blood.”
For native dragons, only their Dragon’s True Blood could produce Dragonblood Creatures—this was the concentrated essence of their entire magical energy, channeled through the unique Basal Vessels exclusive to their kind.
But Wagner had driven nearly a hundred tubes into those very vessels, greedily draining the White Dragon’s True Blood dry.
Singo stared intently at the sleeping dragon, then suddenly grinned, turning to Stuffed Bun beside him.
“Stuffed Bun… wanna take down this old bastard’s century-long collection? Even better—free this dragon and give this monster who used his own daughter as an experiment subject a real nightmare?”
Stuffed Bun had been itching for this moment. His eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Absolutely!”
“Here!” Singo pulled out several round metal spheres from his pack and shoved them into Stuffed Bun’s hands. Then he turned to Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang.
“War Fury Brother—smash that blood vat!”
“On it!” Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang swung his Battle Axe with all his might, striking the transparent container.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The container was enchanted with magic Runes, far stronger than ordinary glass. But under the relentless hammering of the Barbarian, cracks first appeared as tiny white specks. Then they spread outward in jagged, radiating fractures. Soon, the cracks widened, and with a deafening shatter, the container exploded apart—spilling forth a torrent of Dragon Blood, thick with swirling Elemental Energy.
Singo rushed forward, swiftly filling several bottles with the precious True Blood. Then he let the rest spill freely across the ground.
Meanwhile, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang continued smashing the grotesque Experimental Equipment—each blow a brutal, raw display of strength, reducing the meticulously crafted apparatus to splinters.
The slumbering White Dragon finally stirred, awakened by the chaos.
It slowly opened its eyes, struggling to rise. The Magical Chains wrapped around its body writhed violently, the tubes still embedded in its flesh jostling with each movement. The Rune Array beneath it flared with intense Spell Light, holding the dragon in place—forcing it back down.
Roar—
The dragon’s attempt to break free ended in failure. It turned its head, its Vertical Pupils locking onto the players. In those eyes burned a fury forged by long years of oppression—wild, unyielding, desperate.
Stuffed Bun flinched at the cold gleam in those eyes, instinctively raising his hand in a French Military Salute, even though he had no idea if the dragon could understand.
“Don’t eat me, Dragon Lord… I mean, Dragon Lady!
I’m just a dragon descendant! I only want to wreck some stuff and piss off that old pervert. We’re on the same side, right?”
Roar—
The dragon didn’t respond. Only a furious, feral bellow escaped its jaws. Its massive body writhed, scales bristling, every muscle tensing—yet its gaze wasn’t on the players.
It fixed on a single point behind them—a crude altar carved with a snarling dragon’s head.
Singo realized then: that roar wasn’t aimed at them.
It was directed at something behind them.
He quickly signaled the others to retreat, then peered cautiously from cover.
The air rippled.
Then, with a tearing sound, a jagged rift split open in space—two monstrous claws tearing through the darkness, leaving behind jagged, uneven edges.
A man stepped through the rift from the void.
Cloaked in black, his face shrouded in swirling mist, he bore a Rusted Badge on his chest—its emblem a flame with eyes burning atop dragon claws.
The man—Wagner—chuckled, a dry, rasping laugh.
“Ah… I’m back.”
“Long time no see, my dearest ‘Sleeping Beauty’.”
Roar!
The White Dragon’s pupils flared with hatred. If looks could kill, the dragon would have devoured the man in an instant. It thrashed violently, roaring in agony, rolling and slamming against the Bind, even as deep gashes tore across its scales and blood seeped from its wounds.
Wagner ignored it all, speaking softly—almost tenderly.
“Haha… after all these years, you still throw tantrums like a child.”
He lifted a hand, and the Wagner’s Dragon Binding Array beneath the dragon flared with blinding Arcane Radiance. From the ground, fresh, gleaming chains erupted, coiling around the dragon’s battered body. These weren’t just chains—they were alive with magic, tightening like a serpent crushing its prey. They wrapped tighter, denser, nearly encasing the dragon in a living cage.
Scales cracked. Bones groaned under the pressure.
Roar—
The dragon lowered its head, its neck sagging against the ground, a low, pained moan escaping its throat.
Wagner approached calmly, gently stroking the small, sharp beak-like protrusion on the dragon’s snout.
“Tiniya… my most precious specimen. Have you finally decided to submit?”
At that moment, the nearly lifeless dragon exploded into motion. It stretched its neck to its limit, jaws snapping shut—trying to bite Wagner.
Roar!
But it was too late.
The jaws clamped down on empty air. The two rows of teeth clashed with a sharp crack.
All that remained was a wisp of mist.
Wagner was already dozens of meters away.
He laughed wildly, clapping his hands, his body trembling with ecstatic fervor.
“Hahaha! Yes! That’s it! That’s the dragon I love! I adore the way you struggle—so beautiful… so perfect!
Just like that Red Dragon a century ago… devouring Catherine. That moment… burned into my soul. No painting, no sculpture, no art could ever compare. I’ll never forget it.”
“Come on! Tear me apart! Eat me alive! I’ll cheer for you! I’ll scream with joy!”
Wagner spread his arms wide, standing like a fanatic in worship—while the White Dragon kept crashing against the Rune Array, eyes blazing with hatred, relentless in its fury.
The scene was surreal.
Stuffed Bun crouched in the shadows, his skin crawling.
This guy’s a complete madman.
Then, Wagner’s tone shifted—just slightly.
“Still… before I enjoy myself, I must deal with these little intruders.”
His voice turned icy.
“Such naughty little pests… messing up my home.”
There was a hint of teeth-grinding venom in the words.
(End of Chapter)
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