Chapter 128: Bone Dragon

Naolin's oath-sister?!

This is promising!

Luo De's heart surged with joy.

The Cursebone Dragon's ten-thousand-year age was certainly not spent idly in the void space.

The classic pink-purple Yuan fire is Naolin's trademark!

"Indeed, I am the closest friend and life mentor of Lady Naolin's oath-sister!"

"Oh? Really? A mere human?"

The soulfire within the dragon's skull flickered incessantly.

He could actually see contempt on its bony face.

"Yes, it's me."

"Good! That wretched Naolin seized my territory and slaughtered my kin—today, I'll kill you first to vent my rage!"

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Before Luo De could move,

the bone dragon raised its forelimb wings and vanished from its spot.

It transformed into a whirlwind of black sand and bones, descending from the sky before Luo De.

Its massive bone wings snapped open, unleashing a violent gale.

The thick clouds overhead were instantly torn apart.

Though it had no flesh or blood—only hollow bones—it now felt as if it blocked out the sun and sky.

The three interns collapsed on the spot from the dragon's aura.

Sharon struggled to stand, her mind already resigned to death.

She barely crawled over and tugged at Luo De's pant leg.

Hoping he would flee while he still could.

But Luo De remained unmoved.

She finally collapsed, losing consciousness.

Just before everything turned black, she clearly saw the massive bone claw swing toward Luo De.

Yet the man ahead never moved.

What she didn't know was,

the bone claw halted less than five centimeters from Luo De's face.

"Why didn't you dodge?"

The bone dragon's sudden maneuver caused no harm—instead, it regarded Luo De with keen interest.

"Because I'm not afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Because I sensed the trace of 【Wrathful Hating Fire】 in your soulfire."

The soulfire is the dragon's soul.

With Naolin's hand in it, there's a debt of rebirth; moreover, Luo De's perception of emotion in the spiritual dimension was terrifyingly acute—he clearly sensed no intent to kill.

"Heh… not bad."

"Thank you, my lord."

Slowly, the top of the dragon's skull grew and reshaped.

Soon, the upper body of a woman formed.

Her skin was ashen pale, her face mature and deeply alluring, her breasts heavy and sagging slightly, yet proudly upright.

Hmm—unlike normal human pink, hers was a faint gray.

Very exotic, otherworldly charm.

She had no hair, yet it wasn't a flaw; her perfect skull shape evoked ascetic discipline, creating a stark contrast with her sensual upper body.

She lowered her head slightly, her long eyes slanting upward, the black and red hues in her pupils lending them an inhuman emotional depth.

In short,

Luo De stood.

Wanted to.

"I'm Megan. Naolin's oath-sister."

Megan glanced sideways, lips curled in a smile.

Her slender arm lifted before her chest, precisely blocking the gray flesh—yet compared to her vast bosom, it looked impossibly delicate, deepening the contrast and intensifying the sensuality.

Luo De quickly introduced himself.

"You don't need to claim you're Naolin's close friend and life mentor—I sense the bond between you. You're her newly acquired servant, aren't you?"

Hmm.

Though the truth was the opposite, Luo De had no intention of correcting her.

Better to go along with her assumption.

"Lady Megan, you truly see through all things."

"Since you're Naolin's subordinate, I'll help you—no need to flatter me. But aren't you a bit too bold? I can feel your overwhelming lust."

Luo De's expression turned serious.

He flatly denied it.

"In the void space, I advise you to temper yourself—such intense lust might attract certain things… Wow, your spiritual resistance is remarkable. I've never seen a human with this level of strength."

Saying this,

she shifted her dragon body closer to Luo De.

Her two heavy breasts swayed violently.

"Interested in working for me?"

She smiled.

"You jest, Lady Megan—what merit do I have?"

Though he wanted the bone dragon, the four behind him clearly couldn't be left any longer.

Besides, engaging in spiritual-level acts triggered physical reactions in the real body.

Right now, Luo De's physical form was still under guard in the Sand Willow Zone.

If he got hard and leaked in front of all those people, he'd be socially dead.

After expressing urgency,

Megan said:

"The rain curtain isolates the entire Fear Field and sustains indefinitely—it's one of their key spiritual rituals to expel Fear Beasts from their homeland, not aimed at you."

"I can help you escape—but by human rules, this requires a transaction."

It seemed Megan wasn't a native cosmic being.

She understood many human societal norms and spoke with a tone close to that of the continent's people.

"My lord, please speak."

"I need your essence—large quantities, vast amounts."

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Luo De felt a sudden unease.

This development reminded him of his ruthless transaction with the Jadeite Realm's Skytree Eva.

"Now?"

"Of course not now—this is the spiritual dimension. You have no physical body—where would your essence come from?"

"Then?"

"I'll give you a mark. I'll periodically open a void-space rift—you just throw your essence in."

A void-space rift?

That wasn't a good thing at all.

And trading regularly with a cosmic being—if the Demon Control League found out, they'd arrest him.

But now, he was trapped.

Refusing a powerful cosmic being at this moment was clearly irrational.

Don't think your connection to Naolin protects you—she's trading on Naolin's favor, not yours.

"May I ask what you'll use my essence for?"

Megan shifted her upper body.

Her abdomen revealed clear abdominal lines; her slender, tight waist moved like boneless silk.

"I told you—your lust is immense, and so is your essence. I need it to create something."

Luo De no longer hesitated—he agreed.

Megan began her incantation.

The bones and blood on the ground shifted, converging into a massive array.

Luo De had been right.

The array Megan used bore traces of the real-world mage system—she likely originated from the continent's reality.

The glow of the array grew increasingly brilliant.

Luo De cautiously asked:

"Lady Megan, forgive me for asking, but you mentioned just now that Naulin seized your territory and killed your people."

The woman atop the bone dragon's skull crossed her arms, cradling her heavy bosom.

"True."

She smiled faintly: "I was the one who invited Naulin here. Using their hatred, I was able to forge my current dragon body."

"Uh…"

"Impressive, right? Naulin is a fool, but when it comes to hatred, she's unmatched."

No sooner had she spoken.

The array erupted in a blinding flash of light.

The five vanished.

The Fear Field instantly grew cold and silent, returning to its desolate, empty feeling.

Megan's smile slowly twisted into mockery.

"Luo De, thank you for the dimensional coordinates you're about to provide me."

(End of Chapter)