Chapter 186: Eat Again (Sorry, I messed up again! The next chapter is 184!)

"No! No!!"

Diqi Si, maddened, began chanting prayers, trying to use the power of Divine Spell to restore her visage, but as the divine power surged, a knife‑like pain spread across her skin.

"Ahhh!!"

Diqi Si cried out in agony again; beneath her skin countless insects seemed to writhe, fissures opened all over her body, and she spat out a mouthful of blood— the backlash from the interrupted Divine Spell.

"Tsk tsk, if I were you, I wouldn't use Divine Spell." Naimi Xisi reminded her from the air, understandingly.

"Each time you wield power, you'll suffer torture‑like pain. Of course, if you can endure it and cast successfully, that's fine, but if severe pain interrupts you, you'll suffer backlash."

"You devil! Great Azu Er, please look upon your humble servant and lift this vile curse!"

Diqi Si knelt, closed her eyes, gasped and prayed to the deity, but the Azu Er imprisoned in the Polar Star Camp had no power to aid his servant.

"You see, your deity won't help you, because He is merely a helpless fellow himself." the dragon said in a low voice.

"No, no, it won't be. It won't." Diqi Si knelt madly, covering her face in pain as she wept.

Her pride, her confidence, stemmed from her great power, her noble status, her beautiful face.

Yet, when those were gone, what remained of her? She was nothing more than expendable waste, just like those lowly slaves.

Kusiko watched everything unfold, helpless.

He could only accelerate the ritual, hoping the evil god hidden behind the other end of the obelisk would gain counter‑attack capability sooner.

Naimi Xisi looked at Diqi Si on the ground, and in a tempting tone said, "Your deity won't help you, but I can give you a chance, Diqi Si."

Diqi Si's lowered head stiffened; bewildered, she lifted it, her eyes already blind, forced to locate the dragon by sound.

"Kill Kusiko and prove to me your resolve to rebel against Azu Er. You will lose the deity's favor, lose the right to use Divine Spell, but I will grant you new power."

The dragon's sly words chilled Kusiko; he shouted at Diqi Si, "Fool! Don't disgrace my god's face. You think you can kill me? That dragon is only toying with you."

Naimi Xisi smiled lightly; indeed he wanted a good show—killing Kusiko was a trivial task for him. Without the pyramid's aid, these people were merely a flock of country chickens and stray dogs in his eyes.

Yet if Diqi Si truly consented, even just to disgust that god named Azu Er, Naimi Xisi would spare her life.

"So, what's your decision?" Naimi Xisi made no attempt to argue, merely urging her to choose.

Diqi Si's gaze flickered with struggle, then was replaced by ruthless resolve: "Deity? My deity can no longer save me."

She stood, drew a dagger, and staggered back toward Kusiko.

The old shaman sighed; must he die in the most foolish way after all?

He looked up at the dragon, clenched his teeth, and did not abandon the ritual; he knew that even if he halted the rite and killed Diqi Si, she would still be the dragon's plaything.

"Great my god, may your glory endure forever."

The old shaman bowed his head in prayer; golden flames blazed upon him as he offered his life and soul, hastening the ritual.

Naimi Xisi watched coldly, unmoved; his goal was never to stop the rite—otherwise he could simply cast a divine dispelling spell downwards, which would be far more convenient. He was merely waiting for some fun before the food arrived.

The golden flame surged skyward, the previously stalled crimson vortex spun again, shrinking at breakneck speed; finally, at the old shaman's death, it transformed back into a red spirit sphere.

A sigh seemed to drift on the breeze; the sphere's eerie red light was both benevolent and strange, gentle yet sluggish. It was so focused and profound, as if it could perceive the deepest hidden fears of the heart.

The surrounding air began to warp, like fire burning in midair; dawn light flickered chaotically in space, and everything became distorted.

Naimi Xisi's previously relaxed, carefree expression finally grew serious; he squinted, staring intently at the red spirit sphere at the center of the obelisk.

"Is it here?" he felt the twisted, oppressive energy.

Whether Diqi Si or those shamans, they now lay paralyzed on the ground, howling in pain; their bodies underwent terrible mutations—the effect of twisted Mana.

Naimi Xisi snorted coldly; the Mind Gem's power firmly blocked any mind‑affecting influence, and the twisted bodily energies could not affect the dragon's noble, powerful bloodline.

"Meh!!!!"

A strange bleat echoed from the obelisk, goat‑like and chilling; Naimi Xisi frowned, this was not the previously encountered evil god.

!

"More than one?"

Six Ring Transformation System Spell — 【Disjunction Technique】!

Green energy flashed and vanished; at the hair‑trigger moment it nearly struck the obelisk, the presence behind it erupted.

"Meh!!!"

A mournful goat cry rang out; massive twisted Mana surged from the red spirit sphere, a scarlet energy pillar ripped through the dawn like lightning, its tip blazing and warping the air, shattering the Disjunction Technique and blasting toward the dragon.

The scarlet pillar, like an arrow, pierced the half‑red, half‑silver gem; at the instant it struck, a faint hum sounded, the melody of energy being absorbed.

Tiny vibrations appeared on the gem's surface, then red lines spread inside like veins, flowing in odd rhythm, drawing in the surging scarlet energy. The red seemed alive, dancing within the gem; gradually the gem's silver dulled, replaced by the ever‑draining power.

Simultaneously, the gem's opposite side projected a clear silver energy column toward the dragon, whose expectant eyes calmly accepted the Mana infusion; the massive power flooded every corner of its body.

80 meters, 85 meters, 90 meters, 85 meters, 100 meters!

Naimi Xisi let out a painful roar; his bones thickened, protruding from flesh, dragon scales and flesh grew at a visible speed, his whole body expanding barbarically in a short span.

As time passed, the scarlet pillar gradually faded into the gem; the gem's surface glowed like heated metal, emitting an alluring warmth. Inside, it grew brighter, now wholly consumed by crimson, becoming a pure energy source. Under its glow, the surrounding air seemed to warp, announcing its new power.

And Naimi Xisi's body finally halted at the 100‑meter mark.

"No!!!"

A familiar wail echoed from the obelisk; the red spirit sphere turned to ash.

Stupid author's brain got waterlogged again, flipped the plot; go read the next chapter

(End of chapter)