Chapter 514: The Performance and the Two Dragons

When Tally recovered, it was already noon.

Luo De was also a bit surprised.

After a few days of cold silence, this guy's threshold had dropped to this level.

Just a little kiss on the lips.

Heaven knows which relative's memories had left these words behind in her.

He summoned the half-elf Lily, the elf Kalist, and the spider-elf Myuna as mages.

He had them coordinate a phantom spell performance: a "battle" between "Luo De" and "Bai Long," ending in the "death" of "Luo De."

This event still needed several spectators.

The witch Dimia counted as one, but she was in on the secret—she'd merely arrived early to perform her part nearby.

For dramatic effect.

That day, she also invited several bards from the newspapers, claiming it was to showcase Shiying Town's responsibility toward its people and its strength, urging more ambitious souls to join in building a new community.

After all, Shiying Town's expansion was never a secret, especially with the threat from Coral Bay.

To outsiders, this act was indistinguishable from recruiting soldiers and gathering resources—no one saw anything wrong with it.

Thus, the accidental deaths and incidents during the publicity only made the whole affair seem more authentic.

Of course.

Beforehand, to prevent the girls from panicking later, Luo De had already notified them via the 【Far Speech Chain】.

The tiefling girl Saixier was quite excited upon hearing about it.

After all, she was still young; interest in such events was perfectly normal.

To help with the performance, she specifically took on several nearby quests with adventurers to serve as spectators.

Aside from the old gentleman Humbert and Dimia, no one in Shiying Town would know.

On one hand, too many people meant too many tongues; on the other, dragons were a race that cultivated agents, who would be embedded in towns to assist with affairs.

Shiying Town had expanded recently, and the influx of outsiders made vigilance unavoidable.

East of Zhaogu Mountains.

Three hundred li beyond the city of Kuangfeng, in an uninhabited zone.

Luo De stood with all the girls.

Kalist, Myuna, and Lily began setting up the phantom spell ritual.

"But why expend so much effort on this? What impact does it have on the current situation?"

The banshee Krist, who had promptly deserted Dimia's duties to come watch, asked this after learning of the performance.

She turned her head.

Saw Tally clinging to Luo De's arm, grinning like an idiot.

"Oh, you two made up? That's right—this succubus slept with me for two days, kept grabbing me the moment she got into bed, kept grabbing me, so annoying."

"No, she's too weak to stand—just keeping her from falling. You hold her."

"I'm not holding her."

But then she caught her master's piercing gaze.

Krist shrank her neck, reluctantly materializing to support the succubus, still radiating her cloying body scent.

She smirked at once:

"I remember this scent only appears when she's excited—did you two just go at it hard?"

"What, you want to join too?"

"No, I'm undead—I don't have the bodily desires that flesh beings do. What's it called again? Trace elements inside the body?"

The current magical system now included the concept of biological hormones, proposed by the most skilled plague mages who studied the human body and pathogens.

Though it was still very rudimentary.

"Intrinsic magic."

Kalist interjected, "Proposed by plague mage Whitney Watson. She believes every race possesses various kinds of 'intrinsic magic'—some temporarily enhance strength, speed, or endurance under stress; others are synthesized from food intake, and long-term excess causes fatigue, weakened immunity, and other negative effects.

What Krist mentioned—the lust akin to a beastman's mating season—is a natural 'intrinsic magic' evolved by most races for reproduction."

She shot a scathing glance at the banshee.

"According to the theory of intrinsic magic, undead cannot conceive, so naturally they lack lust-based 'intrinsic magic.' Yet someone's 【Enchanting Fluid】 still works—suggesting this theory is still debatable."

Krist's cheeks flushed slightly.

She fanned herself, stubbornly retorting: "Is there?"

Then quickly changed the subject, turning to Luo De: "Hey, you still haven't told us what impact this effort has on the current situation."

"What did you call me?"

". aster, I said Master, okay?"

"Hmph."

Of course.

This "death scene" wasn't just about swindling money.

More importantly, it was staged for the two dragons of Coral Bay.

For the black dragon Mikhail, it was to strengthen the will of this treacherous, cowardly creature—to give him confidence and prevent him from fleeing at the last moment.

For the red dragon Nas, it was to give him a clear target, so he wouldn't go mad and endanger Shiying Town.

Red dragons are naturally arrogant, as if they had "I am the greatest" tattooed on their foreheads.

Without seeing it with their own eyes, they'd still doubt it.

Soon.

After all, Lily and Kalist were top-tier mages working in tandem.

The phantom spell ritual was complete.

To ensure the illusion's realism,

Luo De himself would play "Bai Long," while Tally would transform into Luo De's likeness to fight.

Once Sharon, the dog-person accompanying Dimia, and Saixier confirmed all spectators were in place,

a thunderous dragon roar shattered the silence.

White dragon versus human.

Ambush and roar.

Frost versus steel hide.

The sky became a tapestry of swordlight and dragon scales.

A snarling predator versus a tragic, desperate forest warden.

Then, falling beneath the oncoming breath.

Heihen Mountain.

The red dragon Nas slammed into the black dragon Mikhail with bloodshot eyes.

Beneath his thick scales, glowing like molten crimson, lay dense, hardened muscle contours; his mountainous body stirred violent winds even as he moved.

Especially with a furious charge.

Mikhail let out a muffled, pained roar.

He was no match for Nas's strength—his entire body was knocked down, his dozens of tons of weight crushing a small hill.

Mikhail was deeply guilty.

But his treacherous nature gave him naturally sharp acting skills.

He roared in feigned outrage:

"Nas the red dragon! You go too far! Don't think I won't fight you head-on!"

Nas roared back.

One massive claw slammed into Mikhail's body.

Sparks flew violently between claw and scale, scattering everywhere.

The sheer force filled Mikhail with fear and humiliation; his body, barely risen, crashed back to the ground.

"** (dragon curse) has nothing to do with me! I ** (dragon curse) didn't even know about your vault!"

But at the same time,

He sensed Nas was merely venting rage—his lethal breath had never been intended.

Everything in the vault was his lifetime's savings.

The day before, Mikhail had gone to demand money and failed; the next day, the vault was robbed.

Any dragon with normal intelligence would suspect something.

Fortunately, his white dragon buddy had just demonstrated a dragon roar he couldn't perform—the purification roar.

Otherwise, this wouldn't have been mere brawling.

Precisely because of this,

He had to convey feelings of grievance and fury.

Mikhail chose to retaliate.

As he fell, he twisted his body and lashed his tail into Nas's flank, sending the red dragon stumbling.

The counterattack ignited a full-blown dragon brawl.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

It's punch after punch, flesh to flesh.

Not far away.

Sitting on the hillside, Natali, leader of the Dark Elf Black Moon Clan, watched coldly as the two dragons battered each other.

With the vault stolen.

Her secret weapon, Lilith's physical blood drop, was thus lost.

Items that forcibly enhance charm abilities are rare beyond measure, especially when Lilith, the ancestral succubus, has been missing for years.

"What a waste."

The white dragon in Mikhail's mouth?

Natali doubted it.

For one, the Twilight Hills aren't large, and the appearance of a white dragon is itself a mystery.

Something that big couldn't possibly be hidden.

Besides,

White dragons are the least intelligent among the chromatic dragons.

Yet this white dragon displayed remarkable strategic acumen, sweeping away all the treasure in the vault without anyone noticing.

Fake? No white dragon at all? Did Mikhail lie?

But that dragon roar wasn't faked.

She couldn't tell, but Nas, the red dragon, wouldn't miss it.

Could it be…

Someone in the Twilight Hills is cooperating with the white dragon?

Natali half-lidded her eyes, exuding a seductive allure that could turn the world upside down.

Few have reason to target Coral Bay or the dragons, but Shiying Town is certainly one of them.

And among them, the forest warden is the most troublesome, the most reckless.

This man is extraordinarily fierce—he dares to face Mikhail, the black dragon, alone despite being only seventh-rank.

Even though Mikhail is now being crushed by Nas, the red dragon,

That's only because it's a red dragon!

An eighth-rank mid-stage black dragon—let alone a seventh-rank—would require two or three eighth-rank opponents to even hope to defeat him in a surprise clash.

Yet he didn't die; instead, he wounded Mikhail's left wing, crippling his flight.

An unprecedented, outrageous feat!

"Luo De… could it be you…?"

Natali recalled Luo De's handsome face and powerful physique.

Unconsciously, her pink tongue swept across her full, elastic lips.

Her lower abdomen burned, while her eyes blazed with murderous intent.

He deserves to die.

But he's a good man.

It wouldn't hurt to savor him before he dies.

"Roar————"

Just then.

A furious dragon roar drifted in from afar, reaching the ears of the one human and two dragons present.

They all froze.

The roar came from far away; by the time it reached them, it was faint.

But none of the three present were ordinary—they sensed it the moment it traveled here.

They looked toward the distance.

The thick clouds on the horizon had violently shattered, clearing a vast expanse of clear blue sky.

"A dragon roar that purifies the weather."

Mikhail glanced toward that direction, as if recalling something, a hint of hidden delight flickering across his face.

He had feared Nas might notice.

But the beast, with a sudden roar from above,

Spread its wings and flapped hard, soaring into the sky and speeding toward that direction.

Yet judging from the strength of the roar's transmission, it clearly came from a considerable distance—given a dragon's flight speed,

By the time he arrived, everything would already be gone.

(End of Chapter)