Chapter 206
Dragon Blood Edict
Dark clouds churned outside, accompanied by low rumbling thunder.
With a flash of lightning, the Grand Guardian, enveloped in an aura of electricity, charged forward with his Gryphon.
He asked the Grand Judge Shafiya, who was waiting outside, in a deep voice, “Lady Shafiya… am I late?”
“A little.”
Shafiya yawned, displaying little interest. “But it’s not a big problem. Just stay outside; there’s no more room inside.”
To her, the idea of three powerful individuals of the same tier, with the advantage of home ground, ganging up on a Fifth Tier extraordinary who was near his end and not fighting on his home turf was absolutely impossible.
She had come specifically because Meg lacked high-speed mobility.
Both the Grand Guardian and Master Janis possessed instantaneous travel abilities. Although Meg was incredibly powerful, she, like the Grand Judge, lacked any mystical arts for rapid battlefield arrival.
Compared to the Grand Judge, Meg, the strongest in Avalon, couldn’t even fly. Previously, during the battle, Meg’s ability to call for a truce for a day depended on Shafiya’s assistance.
However, Shafiya disliked being in the spotlight. She understood the role of a supporter well: making sure the enemy didn’t know you were a supporter.
She had no intention of acting this time, only planning to make a small gesture to send Meg over, and then stand guard outside.
As long as the Bone Sculpture didn’t attempt to escape or cause any major trouble, she wouldn’t intervene. Otherwise…
Just as she thought this, she keenly felt a growing surge in the fluctuation of Path Power.
“…You really do like to cause trouble for me.”
Shafiya, too lazy to act herself, looked distastefully into the house and raised her staff.
—Spell Reflection.
No incantation or complex movements were needed. Shafiya merely had to think, and a white triangular symbol, filled with maze-like curves in its center, suddenly lit up before her staff.
It emitted a clear, resonant sound like a triangle being struck, then instantly blurred, scattering into a tri-colored iridescent light with a subtle ghosting effect.
The massive surge of mana that had just risen like a tsunami inside the house was smoothed away the moment it began to peak. It was as if a wave, after rising, suddenly lost its form and dissolved into spray.
It was as if everything that had happened before was just an illusion.
“…Are you showing me such respect? Or is Eivass’s influence that great?”
While asking foolish questions to distract her opponent, the unspoken, incantation-less spell she was secretly casting was abruptly interrupted by the inconspicuous Shafiya.
Chaotic mana raged within his body, and the intense pain made the Bone Sculpture gasp. “There are only four Fifth Tier extraordinaries loyal to the Avalon Royal Family, and now, all four are lying in wait for me…”
Attacking Queen Sophia herself wouldn’t have elicited such a response!
No, perhaps attacking the Queen directly wouldn’t have brought so many people to the scene so quickly…
“Surrender, Master Graham.”
The Grand Guardian’s solemn voice, accompanied by rolling thunder, echoed from outside. “No matter what, you cannot escape.
Master Janis is familiar with your techniques of The Path of Beauty, Lady Shafiya can counter your spells, and no matter how fast you run, I can catch up to you. Furthermore, you were never a match for Madam Meg.
If you surrender now, we can guarantee your safety. After all, reaching the Fifth Tier is not easy, and we require your information…”
“—You talk too much.”
Meg interrupted the Grand Guardian’s rational voice. “You don’t need to say so much.”
She looked at the Bone Sculpture, narrowing her eyes. “You know what… you killed my student, right?”
She resonated with Path Power, her pupils radiating a majestic, silvery-white glow, turning into cold, emotionless vertical slits.
Vague, silvery-white translucent scales, shimmering with a ghosting iridescent light, appeared on Meg’s body.
The old woman said unceremoniously, “Then, **die for real**.”
A majestic power rippled through the void.
—The next moment, the Bone Sculpture unhesitatingly reversed his bone staff, stabbing its tip into his own chest, piercing his heart.
The Twilight Path Power contained within the bone staff erupted violently. The bone staff, which had initially appeared white, eerie, and subtly divine, instantly lost its radiance, becoming as dirty, dim, and yellowish as an ordinary spine. Then, with the Bone Sculpture’s full effort in the thrust, it directly disintegrated.
All the power within was channeled into the Bone Sculpture’s heart, petrifying it instantly.
But even so, with a broken bone staff in his chest and his heart petrified, the Bone Sculpture still did not die.
His pupils suddenly became hollow, and his entire body stiffened like a puppet.
Immediately after, a stone-like sheen appeared on his skin. It was as if the figure standing there was not the Bone Sculpture himself, but a statue he had created.
His footsteps were incredibly agile. In an instant, he covered dozens of steps, kicking up a whirlwind, and crashed through the second-floor wall as if it were made of tofu.
The Bone Sculpture didn’t retreat but advanced, charging directly at Shafiya.
His gait was incredibly peculiar. If one stared at him continuously, they would experience a hallucination—feeling as if his position was further back than it actually was. It was as if he was a second slower than his true position, meaning his true position and movements were concealed.
This was an assassination technique from the Adaptation Path!
The Bone Sculpture knew very well. If he didn’t kill or repel Shafiya, who was skilled in Spell Reflection, he probably wouldn’t be able to cast a single spell.
Both The Path of Beauty and the Twilight Path were purely spell-casting paths, and his strongest was The Path of Beauty.
He had just attempted to awaken all the statues in the city to cause chaos, but the spell was countered the moment it was generated.
That feeling was extremely uncomfortable—chaotic mana raged within his body, not only depleting the mana for casting spells but also causing damage to his own body.
However, facing his charge, Shafiya was not flustered.
It was less composure and more an expression of “neither joy nor sorrow.”
—Ah, I knew it.
As soon as I go out, I’ll have to work overtime…
The Grand Guardian amplified his voice, “Be careful!”
His Gryphon suddenly carried him and charged between Shafiya and the Bone Sculpture, intending to block the attack for her.
However, Shafiya merely stood her ground, shaking her staff. Those silvery-white chains emerged from the void, tightly binding the petrified Bone Sculpture.
—Clang!
The chains immediately tensed, abruptly stopping the charging Bone Sculpture in his tracks.
A layer of black aura—the luster of steel—then appeared on the Bone Sculpture’s stone body.
His joints cracked inch by inch, and scorching steam mixed with flames erupted from them.
First came smoke, then smoke mixed with fire. In an instant, the flames stabilized, turning into fine blue streams of fire.
The chains strained to their limit, then suddenly snapped.
The Grand Guardian, along with Philip, bore the brunt of the attack, only letting out a muffled groan. Philip, beneath him, took half a step back.
He was about to counterattack, but more chains, dense and layered, wrapped around him. Afraid to break Shafiya’s control, he stood frozen, brandishing his crackling lightning spear.
Meg’s voice also came from behind. ” **Petrify Removal**, **Cease Resistance**.”
The Authority’s power spread out, like a dragon’s roar—it was the Dragon Blood Edict spell, a power Meg gained from the ritual of bathing in dragon blood.
In an instant, the taut silver chains suddenly tightened.
The enemy, who had been struggling fiercely, suddenly became powerless, and blood spurted from the gaps in the chains.
As the chains made a sharp grinding sound and began to rotate—the Bone Sculpture’s body was ground to pieces by Shafiya’s chains!
The chains continued to rotate for over ten seconds before finally stopping.
When they parted, some of the chains had turned scarlet. In the center, the Bone Sculpture had been reduced to a pool of gore.
“…Is it over?”
The Grand Guardian, holding his lightning spear, asked cautiously.
“Not yet.”
Janis’s voice came through. “He escaped—but not far. He’s still nearby.
One of the statues he created contains a backup of his soul, holding one-third of his soul. Strictly speaking, that’s not really him, just a backup from a week ago…”
“Master Janis, how should we distinguish?”
The Grand Guardian asked solemnly and politely.
Meg said irritably, “Just beat them all! The one who fights back is him—I have other things to do, so hurry up!”
“That won’t be necessary, and he won’t be able to fight back. Just smash the statues.”
Janis’s pleasant, smiling voice came through. “Because I found it a week ago.”
“…You knew it was him all along?”
Meg raised an eyebrow and asked the elf in the painting, “So that’s why Her Majesty asked us to protect Eivass tonight?”
“We needed evidence, after all, he’s a big shot in the Iris Flower… and as an elf of the Church, I cannot clearly side with anyone. This is an internal human matter—but when he came to me, that was different.” Janis said with a smile.
She always knew a lot, but she didn’t want to say anything. Or perhaps she couldn’t.
“So, where is his statue?”
“—It is the statue he made for Queen Sophia a few years ago. The one intended for St. Genevieve’s Chapel.”
Janis said.
On the other side, in Isabel’s bedroom.
Prompted by her teacher, she had already put on her clothes and was eagerly awaiting Eivass’s arrival.
Chapter Two will be around 2 AM~
