Chapter 124: The Autumn of Adolf (Eleven)
The magic dragon Mawo was somewhat dissatisfied: “My king, my back can only accommodate you as a rider; those ants are simply not qualified to touch my back.” Ji Ma asked, “For the sake of a great cause, can’t you sacrifice a little dignity?”
“I’m sorry, my king.”
The magic dragon Mawo lowered its head, preparing to “receive guests.”
The street was not wide enough, so to pick up the “passengers,” the magic dragon Mawo had to rest its forelegs on the rooftop, while its hind legs stood on the ground, and its tail lay on the street.
Behind George, the saints Jenna, Eve Frostleaf, and over twenty walking knights retreated to the dragon’s back. The doomsday knights formed a circle in the sky, swords drawn to protect the demon king Ji Ma.
Ji Ma stood atop the dragon’s head, watching everyone climb up from the dragon’s tail, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction, akin to inviting friends and family to walk through muddy ground together, then barging into the private chamber of an Eternal Chosen, leaving countless footprints on his bright, new floor.
The demon race below shouted, “Don’t let them escape!”
Mixed among them were plunderers, demon warriors, and bearers of disease, representing the different colors of the four gods, rushing together.
Ji Ma drew her gun and fired a barrage of bullets at a figure with a beak-like face, who seemed to be a mage, shattering his shoulder. However, this could not stop the enemy’s charge; they brandished their battle flags, charging out of their formation, shouting in the name of the four gods, filling the entire street.
Saint Jenna, holding the divine emblem, crafted something in the air with her fingers; layers of light nets appeared, ensnaring all the miscellaneous soldiers on the street.
Once everyone had climbed onto the dragon’s back and tightly grasped the ropes prepared on the saddle, Ji Ma shouted, “All passengers, hold on tight, our next stop is the Sigma Cathedral, take off!”
The magic dragon Mawo flapped its wings vigorously and took off vertically, the gust of wind sweeping away layers of red tiles that fell to the ground. The trapped demon army below could only watch helplessly as they left, a few tiles falling and shattering on their heads.
Dark four gods! We have betrayed the trust of the Eternal Chosen. Sound the horn; everyone should head to Sigma Cathedral to support the Eternal Chosen.
A blood-draining demon picked up a bronze horn, embossed with a mutated skull. When it sounded, flames erupted from the horn, as if it were the wrath of the Blood God echoing through the burning Adolf.
The magic dragon Mawo flapped its wings, tossing the horn behind her, paying no attention to the large group of passengers on her back.
Many had to grip the ropes on the saddle tightly as the magic dragon Mawo’s body bounced up and down, fortunately, those fighting alongside George were seasoned veterans; otherwise, ordinary people might have been thrown off.
Ji Ma felt that the magic dragon Mawo might still be unhappy, but she didn’t care.
Around them stood the doomsday knights on the floating plates, their armor’s eyes opened, looking around as they called upon the master of transformation. George ran along the bouncing dragon’s back towards the demon king Ji Ma.
“The rumor about Saint George colluding with the demon king is actually true?”
“Shh, this is a special time.”
“Did you just find that out?”
When George stopped hiding his collusion with Ji Ma, no one said anything.
George came to Ji Ma’s side, lifted his faceplate, and lowered his iron chin, exposing his mouth. Seeing the smooth arc of George’s leg armor, Ji Ma took an interest, her tail curling over to tease him, saying, “What’s wrong? Miss me?”
“I just want to ask, are you prepared to face everything that will happen?”
“Of course.” Ji Ma dismissed it, using the end of her branch axe spear to tap the dragon’s head, saying, “Look at the magic dragon beneath me; that guy, the Eternal Chosen, still wants to trade five magic dragons for me, but I won’t agree. This dragon is big enough, powerful and majestic; everyone has to look up to me.”
George looked at the white metal pillar inserted in the dragon’s head, blood seeping from its base: “Is this what you wrote about in your letter? She was touched, bowed down at your feet, turned from darkness to light, and vowed everlasting loyalty to you?”
“Of course,” Ji Ma said, “I just used some drinks.”
Arcane and physical means assisted a bit. Don’t be fooled by the metal pillar; it connects to her brain, but it actually brings painful death, altering the magic dragon Mawo’s neural pathways to better understand my justice.
“Liar.”
“Misunderstanding.” Ji Ma kicked George playfully with her torn black silk legs: “Don’t be so outdated; what time is it now? Using some unpalatable methods is completely normal, right?”
“What’s true cannot be false; what’s false cannot be true,” George said, “I sense an unshakeable bond between the magic dragon Mawo and the Eternal Chosen.”
“A bond? Do you mean a connection?”
“Yes, if she betrays—rather, breaks free from her bonds and servitude.”
“It doesn’t matter; truly.” Ji Ma patted the white metal rod: “I trust my subordinates; they are all clever and followers of the master of transformation.”
“I just saw one of your clever subordinates pretending to battle the anger demon and sneaking away.”
“Really, otherwise how could you sit so comfortably on the giant dragon bus?”
Just as Ji Ma finished speaking, as they approached the Sigma Cathedral, the aura of the Eternal Chosen rushed toward them, impossible to ignore. Ji Ma felt as if a ferocious beast were breathing around her neck, its whiskers brushing against her nape.
Suddenly, the magic dragon Mawo trembled all over, as if the bus had driven over a bumpy road.
The magic dragon Mawo said, “My king? Who is my true king?”
Her voice bore suppressed sadness and pain. A ribbon-like cloud of painful energy emanated from her body, converging towards Ji Ma.
The illusion began to crack! She must not be allowed to notice, especially now.
Ji Ma’s branch axe spear entwined with white painful lightning, shouting, “Obey!”
With that, she lashed out at the magic dragon Mawo’s head, the lightning striking the white metal rod, surging directly into the dragon’s brain.
“Ah ah ah ah!”
The magic dragon Mawo trembled, the electric shock penetrating her mind, directly shattering her will, as if rebooting. It violently crushed her previous memories, and then the illusion system resumed its work.
“My king, what just happened?”
“Nothing, there will soon be a fierce battle; whether my great cause can succeed depends entirely on this battle! We could all die.”
As Ji Ma spoke, she took out a bottle from her interdimensional bag, filled with a terrifying potion made from various precious poisons and spices, shaking it. Inside, sediment floated up; upon closer inspection, the so-called sediment was a swarm of tiny bugs.
“Do you want to take the medicine? This bottle contains little bugs that will devour your flesh and blood, awakening your potential. We are at a disadvantage in this battle, and we really need your dragon flames to clear the massive horde of enemies.”
“I am willing to use my bones as the cornerstone of your great cause; I haven’t forgotten our agreement. I still remember the pink flowers that bloomed on the bones back then…”
“Very well.” Ji Ma grinned, revealing a row of triangular teeth, an evil smile on her face, “I also haven’t forgotten our agreement. Ah, here we are.”
In front of the Sigma Cathedral was a vast square, near the cathedral’s entrance stood a statue of Sigma, waving the Hammer of Sigma, as if ready to strike down at any moment. At its feet, countless demons trampled over the corpses of loyal imperial soldiers, rushing forward.
A layer upon layer of corpses lay on the ground.
Before the grand statue of Sigma, surrounded by the Eternal Chosen lay a body wrapped in exquisite armor. His blade pierced through the chest of the Emperor’s champion, General Heiberg, whose half-runic sword fell on the floor tiles with a loud clank.
One of the Empire’s finest military strategists, his heart had stopped. Behind him, the emperor of the Empire, missing a hand, leaned against the base of the Sigma statue and shouted towards General Heiberg: “Heiberg!”
It was as if someone pressed the fast-forward button.
“Boom!”
The back of General Heiberg exploded, creating a large hole. He fell to the ground, his dark eyes wide open, motionless. Heiberg was dead.
