Chapter 986: Such Artillery Fire

Alright, not only were the sisters stunned by this bizarre act of shooting oneself, even the Zhaimonv herself was currently blinking question marks in her consciousness sea.

The chase had gone smoothly, after all, the Pursuer beneath her was an ultra-powerful mount capable of ten times the speed of light, and with Audrey’s Nine-Tailed Fox navigation and tracking system, this top-tier setup made catching a fleeing herd of dragon beasts effortless.

Besides, the Rooster-Snake Dragon wasn’t a species known for speed, so they easily located their target: the migrating Rooster-Snake Dragon herd.

After spotting the target, the two didn’t rush into action immediately; instead, they hung back at a distance, carefully observing the herd’s condition with long-range magic.

Good news: this was a sizable dragon herd, and both the number and quality of its dragon beasts already met Doris’s requirements for her next potion.

Bad news: the herd had grown so large precisely because it was well-trained and formidable in combat—it was no longer merely a group of beasts, but more like a dragon beast legion.

Even now, after being terrified by the slaughter of a hundred of their kind and deciding to flee, the herd remained calm, moving with discipline, clear division of roles, and perfect order.

Within the herd, the robust adult Rooster-Snake Dragons were clearly divided into four groups: the Vanguard leading the way, the Left and Right Flanks providing cover, and the Rear Guard holding the rear.

At the center of the herd were the young dragons unable to care for themselves, pregnant mothers, and weakened elders.

Even during rapid movement, the herd maintained dedicated scout dragons constantly alerting to their surroundings; their detection network was seamless, with no blind spots—any danger detected would trigger a hundred pairs of snake eyes locking onto the threat, their innate fear-inducing gaze capable of instantly paralyzing most targets, leaving them free to fight or flee at will.

After a brief observation, Doris realized this was troublesome—this Rooster-Snake Dragon herd showed none of the stupidity typical of dragon beasts.

Dragon beasts were called “beasts” precisely because they inherited only the powerful bodies of dragons, lacking the intelligence of sentient beings; their actions were driven solely by savage, foolish instinct, devoid of any dragon dignity—they weren’t worthy of being called noble dragons, only lowly beasts.

But exceptions always existed: some special individuals, for various reasons, awakened wisdom and ascended from lowly, foolish dragon beasts into beings worthy of being called Sub-Dragons.

Sub-Dragon—this term, as the name suggests, meant inferior to True Dragons, lesser dragons—but no matter how inferior, they were still permitted to bear the title of “dragon.”

Though far from the flawless, all-around supremacy of True Dragons, these beings still possessed strength and wisdom far beyond the reach, even the imagination, of most supernatural races.

In fact, most of the evil dragon legends circulating in human kingdoms referred to Sub-Dragons—because if one were unlucky enough to encounter a True Dragon, there’d be no survivors left to tell tales; only unexplained mysteries would be recorded: “Entire population of region X annihilated by unknown catastrophe.”

Most Sub-Dragons possessed the ability to command dragon beast herds; though powerful, they lacked the strength to defy rules and act as True Dragons did—so they still relied on collective strength.

Dragon beast herds needed Sub-Dragon wisdom to guide their reproduction and growth, while Sub-Dragons relied on the herd’s strength to compensate for their own limitations; both sides maintained a symbiotic, mutually beneficial relationship.

After realizing the Rooster-Snake Dragon herd contained a Sub-Dragon, Doris and Audrey searched again, eventually spotting an elderly Rooster-Snake Dragon at the herd’s center.

Well, Sub-Dragons weren’t True Dragons; though their dragon blood granted longevity, it didn’t grant immortality.

This Rooster-Snake Dragon Sub-Dragon was clearly in its old age; its massive, muscular frame, once larger and stronger than the younger dragons around it, now seemed heavy, and though its dragon aura remained potent, the aura of decay could no longer be hidden.

Yet, compared to its decaying body, the snake head on the tail end of this dragon’s body held eyes that were deep and profound, as if containing abysses within.

The younger Rooster-Snake Dragons guarding the perimeter hadn’t noticed Doris and Audrey’s observation—but the moment their gazes settled on the aged Sub-Dragon, its snake head snapped upward, its tongue flickering, and its gem-like eyes suddenly sharpened.

“Shit, we’ve been spotted.”

Doris immediately cut off her magic and reached over to cover Audrey’s eyes.

Her intuition told her that if they didn’t stop observing immediately and locked eyes with the Sub-Dragon, it would be dangerous.

But even so, they’d already startled the snake.

They heard a loud rooster cry erupt from the herd’s core, then the entire herd accelerated instantly—all guard dragons entering full combat readiness.

While Doris’s consciousness was still pondering how to handle this unexpected situation, the Fairy King, currently in control of the body, clearly had no intention of waiting.

So she acted decisively: she picked up the Hundred-Slayer and turned to her junior sister.

“Audrey, mind if I borrow your tail?”

The Fairy King said with eager anticipation.

“Huh?”

Audrey, the little fox, was momentarily stunned by her senior’s sudden request.

Can you even borrow a tail? How do you even borrow one? And her tail was extremely sensitive—she couldn’t possibly…

Hmm, but if it’s her senior, anything goes.

Though her face flushed crimson with embarrassment and confusion over this bizarre request, Audrey still mustered the courage to nod.

“Senior, be gentle.”

She whispered softly.

“No, Audrey—you need to push hard.”

The Fairy King replied with even greater anticipation.

“Huh?”

The little fox’s brain froze again.

Her sultry fox eyes widened in shock, her face screaming: “Senior, so you like this kind of thing?!”

Even though she was nearly steaming from embarrassment, she still nodded.

“Senior, I’ll do my best.”

She clenched her fists, psyching herself up.

“Alright, let’s begin.”

The Fairy King said, then without hesitation grabbed Audrey’s tail.

“Mmm…”

The moment her tail was seized, Audrey shuddered violently, every hair on her body standing on end, a cute whimper escaping her lips.

Yet she held back the urge to pull away, watching her senior with a mix of shy anticipation and curiosity.

She knew her senior could switch personalities—this version of her was unusually forward, but she didn’t mind this kind of forwardness.

Then…

She watched as her senior enthusiastically smoothed down her nine fluffy, bushy tails, transforming them from the plump, carrot-like fox tails of a girl into the sleek, elongated form of an adult fox woman’s tail, then wrapped the now-lengthened tail around the shaft of the Hundred-Slayer, forming a fox-tail bow stand.

Audrey: “.”

This isn’t at all what I imagined… but whatever, seems kinda fun.

“Senior, what are you planning to do?”

She asked curiously.

She assumed her senior was preparing a powerful cannon magic and needed her help to steady the bow.

But then…

“Hold on tight, and push hard.”

The Fairy King adjusted the bow’s angle, then climbed onto the fox-tail bow stand, standing with both feet on the bowstring.

Audrey: “???”

Though she wasn’t a magic girl focused on strength, this weight meant nothing to her—yes, she’d precisely calculated her senior’s body weight.

Pfft, what am I thinking? What is my senior even doing? Is she planning to shoot herself?

“Senior, I think we should wait for Senior Sophie and the others before acting—this is too reckless.”

The little fox, sensing her senior’s intent, tried to dissuade her.

Her reply was only a radiant smile from her senior, teeth gleaming.

“Don’t worry, trust me—it’s a guaranteed win.”

The Fairy King gave a thumbs-up with full confidence.

Then the Dragon Witch stood at attention, her tall frame rigid as steel; with both hands and feet, she pulled the Hundred-Slayer fully open.

Hundred-Slayer: “.”

Though she’d served as a bow for tens of thousands of years, this was the first time she’d had a master besides her creator—but even so, her innate bow instincts told her this wasn’t how she was meant to be used.

Yet she dared not speak, dared not act.

After all, her very purpose was to protect this little master who had waited tens of thousands of years.

“Wuhu, I’m off!”

After fully drawing the bow, the Fairy King released it instantly—the bowstring cracked like thunder, and with the Hundred-Slayer’s immense power, she herself became an arrow, hurtling straight toward the distant dragon herd.

At that moment, Sophilia and the others arrived, witnessing the Zhaimonv ’s aerial flight firsthand.

Doris’s consciousness: “.”

How did I end up with such a reckless avatar?

She sighed, covering her face with her hands.

But since it was herself, she didn’t need to ask—she understood Xiao Si’s thoughts perfectly.

Now that the Rooster-Snake Dragon herd had been startled, all plans for long-range sniping or coordinated hunting were useless—the only option left was a surprise attack before the herd understood why their leader had issued the warning, catching them off guard.

Besides, how isn’t shooting oneself a cannon magic?

Cannon magic isn’t some inconvenient thing.

This is the divine body transformed into an arrow through a hundred martial arts.

Hmm, she’d already charged, aimed, and struck from a distance—the power…

What could be more terrifying than a martial god suddenly riding your face? The impact would be devastating.

So no problem—this is cannon magic.

It’s just cannon magic under the Fairy King’s logic—and the Forest Witch clearly refused to take responsibility for this; she couldn’t bear the shame.

And at this moment, the Hundred-Slayer’s true power was revealed.

The Fairy King as an arrow vanished instantly—her speed far exceeded the Pursuer’s top velocity, covering the hundred-kilometer distance between them in a flash, as if teleporting.

Such speed was utterly beyond the endurance of any normal Grand Magic User—but before firing, the Fairy King had already donned a suit of Annihilation Armor.

This was a Sage-level defensive power capable of serving as a battleship’s armor—resisting mere flight drag was child’s play.

Thus, even the aged Sub-Dragon, powerful enough to threaten a Sealed Grand Magic User, had no time to react, let alone the other dragon beasts—in the instant the herd realized what was happening, their leader exploded.

Literally exploded: the massive, mountain-sized rooster body instantly turned into a rain of blood, while a beautiful, demonic figure bathed in blood reached out and caught the falling snake head.

Yet the snake head remained alive—after all, the true body of the Rooster-Snake Dragon was this slender serpent form; the massive rooster body was merely its tail.

So this was merely a tail severed.

A severe wound, yes—but not fatal.

"Hey, lovely KunKuns, you don’t want your leader to meet with any mishap, do you?"

The Goblin King grinned, wiping dragon blood from his face, then spoke thus.

Of course, this once-unfailingly effective Japanese technique had no effect whatsoever—after all, the creatures before her were merely a bunch of dumb dragon beasts, their limited low intelligence utterly incapable of comprehending such complex words.

So, the dragon herd simply stared at her in unison, their eyes blazing with fury.

The collective fear-gaze of over a hundred cockatrice dragons was enough to paralyze even a peak-level witch, let alone the snake head in Dorothy’s hand, which now twisted its head to fix its deep, piercing serpent eyes upon her.

But

Nothing happened afterward. The dragon herd stared in shock—the beautiful yet terrifying figure showed almost no reaction whatsoever; she was even playfully locking eyes with the snake head in her grasp.

Well, though the Goblin King appeared reckless, she was still Dorothy, and thus possessed the universal cowardly trait of Zhaimonv .

She never acted without caution.

Her boldness stemmed from absolute confidence—she knew she could act as wildly as she liked without consequence.

For one, Long Ma was watching nearby; having a mother means having security, full and complete.

For two, the cockatrice dragons’ fear-gaze was a mental attack—it did not strike the body or soul, but targeted the witch’s most vulnerable heart.

But that vulnerable heart belonged to other witches; Dorothy was the exact opposite.

Hello, would you like to know about the Heroic Inheritance Heart Contract?

Hmm, Budebushuo , the cockatrice dragons’ staring “massage” felt rather pleasant—almost comforting.

She closed her eyes in bliss, while in her consciousness sea, Dorothy seated upon the lotus throne, surrounded by the sun symbolizing the Taiyi Destiny, watched silently as the black mist evaporated before it could even approach.

Meanwhile, the snake head had already realized the terrifying nature of its opponent. It let out a roar, preparing to order the dragon herd to scatter and flee—but another dragon roar came even faster.

“Za Warudo.”

The witch paused time.

Oh no, how has Xianbao’s tone gradually turned villainous?