Chapter 878

Transforming into the White Night Dragon was one of the three forbidden spells Dorothy chose when she became Grand Inquisitor, and the least-used of those three.

Well, actually, she'd never used it before—this was her first real attempt.

She'd never even seen the true form of this legendary most beautiful dragon, and she barely knew what abilities it possessed.

After all, the original description of the transformation spell was utterly bizarre—it only briefly outlined the White Night Dragon's ecology, and nothing else was written at all. It was ridiculous.

Still, though choosing this forbidden spell without knowing anything about it was like opening a blind box, Dorothy didn't regret it at all—she even felt an inexplicable confidence in the transformation spell.

The reason? Simply because the creator of this spell was no one other than Nidhogg—the Dragon King herself.

Dragon King's craftsmanship, guaranteed quality. This was a sure thing.

The house witch thought to herself.

Even though she'd mentally prepared herself, when the legendary legendary dragon truly appeared before her, Dorothy still couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"No wonder Dad's so gorgeous."

She whispered inwardly.

No wonder the White Night Dragon was called the most beautiful dragon—Dorothy had never fully believed it before, because from the miniature painted image she'd seen, it looked like a giant four-legged white pigeon.

But now, seeing the real thing, Dorothy could only say: that painter had deceived her.

Beneath the bright moonlight, the elegant, sacred dragon hovered in midair, its entire body covered in pure white feathers—not like other dragons, which wore hard, imposing scales. It did have dragon scales, but only a few beneath its four clawed feet.

So, at first glance, it hardly looked like a dragon at all—it seemed more like a giant bird, especially with its dragon head's beak-like bony armor, making it resemble a pigeon from afar. It was genuinely cute.

But when a pigeon is magnified thousands or tens of thousands of times and appears before you, you won't find it cute anymore.

Besides, this beautiful, winged, four-legged creature was still a dragon, not a pigeon. Its head bore long, graceful dragon horns that curled upward—two large ones, several smaller ones—forming a natural crown, making the exquisite dragon appear like a dragon queen descended from the heavens, noble and elegant, sacred and majestic.

When it spread its wings, endless light radiated from its body—it truly glowed. Every feather seemed woven from the purest radiance, and as this beautiful dragon soared through the sky, it looked like a dragon of light itself. No wonder the legend said that when the White Night Dragon spread its wings, the night sky would shine as bright as day.

Behind it stretched the tail—the White Night Dragon also had an exceptionally long tail, longer than its body, but the tail was wrapped in long feathers, making it hard to tell whether the tail itself was truly that long, or if it was just plumage like a peacock's…

Hmm, when it flew, the tail definitely gave off a peacock-feather vibe—she just didn't know if it could fan out like a peacock's too.

In short, this was an absolutely exquisite dragon—even other races, notoriously dragon-blind, would have to admit the White Night Dragon's beauty.

But such a beautiful dragon seemed utterly out of place in battle, like imagining a graceful noblewoman in an elegant gown charging onto the battlefield with sword and spear. This slender, gorgeous dragon seemed naturally meant to dwell beyond mortal concerns—people simply couldn't picture it fighting other dragons, then returning covered in dirt, its white feathers stained with blood.

Just imagining that scene felt like sacrilege.

Of course, Dorothy was immune to such aesthetics, so after a few seconds of astonishment, she simply flew up to the White Night Dragon's snout and stood atop its horned crown.

"Hey, how do you feel? What special abilities does this dragon have?"

The house witch asked inwardly—she was querying the Little Four Sprite King.

Though they shared memories, this self-questioning felt odd, but Dorothy had been dissociated for years and was used to it.

After a successful dragon transformation, the caster usually gains temporary innate bonuses corresponding to the dragon—like gaining frost manipulation when turning into a White Dragon, or fire control when turning into a Red Dragon.

Dorothy was curious what kind of bonus the Sprite King would gain from this transformation spell created personally by the Dragon King.

"Emmm, Dad's super gorgeous—is that a special ability?"

The Sprite King carefully sensed her transformed dragon body, then answered enthusiastically.

Dorothy: "."

I think Dad's gorgeous too, but I'm asking about combat abilities—can it fight?

"Then Dad's dragon body is strong and powerful, strong and powerful, yeah!"

The exquisite dragon suddenly raised its two front claws in a bicep-flexing pose, and the Sprite King's voice echoed again in her mind.

Dorothy fell silent again. The house witch stared at this muscle-flexing white dragon and felt the once-cold, sublime goddess had suddenly turned into a clownish goofball—her image shattered completely.

But who cared? The dragon's body now housed the Sprite King—he was a true, bloodthirsty man.

The house witch gave up on this ridiculous little Four and directly browsed their shared memories. Her expression grew strangely uneasy.

No way… it's really just a vase dragon?

Dorothy was baffled.

From the Sprite King's shared senses, the White Night Dragon's abilities seemed to be only two: one, its exquisite appearance; two, the physique of a legendary dragon species. Three…

Okay, there was no three. Just these two.

What? You can't time-travel like the Time Dragon, or wield chromatic powers like the Chromatic Dragon, or control force fields like the Force Dragon—you're just… good-looking?

Seriously? Has the threshold for legendary dragon species dropped this low now? Just being pretty makes you legendary?

The house witch was utterly confused.

"But the original description said the White Night Dragon had fate-related abilities, right?"

She recalled the spell's description—it had mentioned this dragon could manipulate fate. So where was that ability now?

Dorothy suddenly felt like she'd been scammed. Could she file a refund request with the Inquisition Court?

Oh, wait—I'm a fate-immune being. Could this be my own fault?

As she grew angry, she remembered this—and felt a twinge of guilt.

Hmm, this was the Dragon King's spell—how could it have quality issues? The fault was probably mine.

Dorothy thought to herself.

Turn off the lights, protect your eyes, big, medium, small

She always had an inexplicable bias toward the Dragon King, her own ancestral matriarch—after all, the Witch Queen was the most reliable of the Three Queens, the only one who genuinely sought the development of the witch world.

Though Emora, the little fat dragon, was unreliable, the Dragon King Nidhogg was the complete opposite: diligent and serious. She wouldn't say things lightly.

Besides, didn't it at least grant you the attributes of a legendary dragon species? That alone was enough.

After all, the Sprite King was just a muscle-bound brute, a coarse warrior—she wouldn't use even more abilities even if she had them.

Dorothy convinced herself of this.

Then she stopped dwelling on it and turned her gaze toward the opposite side.

Time to fight.

But Dorothy didn't know that at the very moment the White Night Dragon transformation completed, far away in the Witch Capital, Pandora City, in the solemn Dragon King's Palace, the solitary sovereign seated upon the Wang Zuo opened her golden dragon eyes.

"The White Night Dragon? Heh, it seems my plan has succeeded after all. Dorothy, do you like my gift? Crafting this beautiful dragon body to mirror your beauty wasn't easy."

Good thing she still had a bit of artistic sensibility.

The greatest artist of the witch world, Miss Nidhogg, thought to herself.

As for abilities?

What abilities do you need? Do you need full armor just to stroll around your own home?

It's just clothing and skin—pretty is enough. Attributes don't matter. Besides, who says beauty isn't a kind of power?

Of course, if you insist on naming an ability, there is one: She is under my protection, and I am fate itself.

"But why did she come to my era?"

The Dragon King frowned slightly, then in the next instant, her gaze pierced the distant future, instantly understanding all causes and consequences.

"Tsk. My future apprentice is really mischievous. Needs a good beating."

Thinking of how she'd someday take in a cat who tried to sneak around, she muttered, then closed her eyes.

Above the Night City, the sky opened its eyes, revealing a pair of majestic golden dragon eyes, gazing down upon all below.

Yet no one in the city below noticed this terrifying sight.

And on the square…

Camilla also landed atop Elizabeth, now transformed into the Red Duke Dragon, becoming a Dragon Knight—but she quickly sensed something off about her sister.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong? Did the spell go wrong?"

Feeling her sister more restless than usual, she asked anxiously.

In response, the Red Duke Dragon fell silent for a moment, then finally spoke shyly.

"Nothing. It's just, sis, that little thing over there used a beauty trap—they're seducing me. That white dragon is so gorgeous."

Elizabeth couldn't even look directly at the white dragon across from her.

Though everyone could instantly see the white dragon's beauty, only dragons could truly comprehend how seductive it was—it was perfectly tailored to dragon aesthetics.

Those wings, those horns, that tail, those claws…

No, this was too much. One more glance and I'll explode.

The Second Marquise, who'd been single as long as she'd been alive, declared this was too intense for her.

So she simply closed her eyes.

"Sis, I can't look anymore—I'm afraid I'll defect right away. You'll have to guide me from now on."

Elizabeth conquered desire with her last shred of loyalty, saying this.

Camilla: "."

The First Marquise fell silent.

What could she say? She could only think: your dragon witch kinks are weird.

Meanwhile, Dorothy prepared to launch the first attack—but Ati suddenly appeared beside her. She first glanced curiously at the White Night Dragon, then at the closed-eyed Red Duke Dragon, and her smile slowly twisted into something perverse.

Hmm, she smelled the scent of lust.

Seriously? Someone dared to show such a vulnerability right in front of her?

So the Demon Lord girl revealed her true form as a succubus witch, reached out, and a massive great bow materialized in her hands.

Dorothy watched Ati's actions with curiosity, recognizing the identity of the great bow.

It was the Demon Lord's staff—the Eros Bow.

Legend said the arrows shot from this bow never missed.

Of course, the bow in Ati's hands now hadn't yet grown into the legendary artifact of the future, but since she'd brought it out, this girl was clearly serious.

The house witch thought to herself.

Then she saw the brat suddenly crouch down and pluck a single feather from White Night Dragon.

"What are you doing?"

Though it was the Fairy King who felt the pain, Dorothy felt it in her heart too—the feather had been pulled from her own body.

"Hehe, opening my ultimate move."

The Demon King Girl smiled mysteriously, then placed the White Dragon's feather of light upon her bowstring, slowly drawing it back.

As the great bow gradually pulled taut, the feather of light slowly melted, eventually becoming a golden arrow forged as if from pure gold.

Dorothy watched Ath's movements, puzzled but did not stop her.

She was genuinely curious what kind of effect Ath's serious strike would produce.

Then she saw the Demon King Girl release the bowstring—the golden arrow instantly became a streak of golden light, shooting straight toward the opposing Red Duke Dragon.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth, who had closed her eyes, remained completely unaware.

This was unnatural. As a Peak Witch, even with her eyes shut, she relied on her spiritual force for powerful perception—she should never be caught off-guard. Yet she sensed nothing of the speeding golden arrow.

Fortunately, Camilla, perched atop the red dragon, was no spectator. The First Marquise had been on full alert since the prodigious fortune-teller pulled out her bow, and uncertain of the opponent's method, she instantly raised a spell-level space barrier as defense.

It was her strongest defensive technique—though not utterly invulnerable, theoretically, as long as her magic remained unexhausted or she faced no specialized spatial-rupture skills, it could withstand most magical attacks.

Yet the next moment, the First Marquise's pupils shrank sharply—the golden arrow passed through the space barrier without resistance, as if the defense had never existed.

Before Camilla could react, it was already too late.

The golden arrow struck true at the dragon's heart; the Red Duke Dragon's scales, saturated with magical resistance, became mere decoration, offering not the slightest hindrance.

Even Dorothy was now curious.

"What kind of magic is this? It ignores defense entirely?"

The Home Witch recalled legends of forbidden spells like the Divine Proclamation.

But the Demon King Girl only grinned triumphantly.

"Just an Arrow of Love. Love cannot be blocked."

Ath was delighted.

Ha! Let you clown compete with me for my teacher—enjoy being haunted by a lustful mother dragon for the rest of your life.

The Demon King Girl beamed with pride.