Many years later, when facing the completely out-of-control ritual, Oter Tenoviski would always remember that distant afternoon when his biological father got hungry and wanted to casually eat his lowborn dragon beast son as a supplement.
Unfortunately, the current situation was far too urgent for Oter to dwell on this fleeting memory passing through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Immediately following it was a wave of thick despair and sheer terror.
The “grand and shocking praise” echoed continuously through the empty hall, repeating those utterly blasphemous words over and over.
Oter's mind was a complete jumbled mess; he truly could not comprehend what was happening.
This was a ritual.
This was a forty-nine-day sacrifice ritual completed day and night, consuming the lifeblood of hundreds of humans.
He had mobilized every connection he could, spent all the resources at his disposal, and risked his life to cross through active gunfire to get here.
All just to set up a ritual to please the great Dragon God.
How did it end up like this?
This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening.
The chaotic thoughts completely disrupted his missile-like dive, causing him to lose momentum midair.
He plummeted straight down, his massive weight causing the floorboards to groan under the impact.
Of course, the other cause of all this was the elements, which had completely run amok and spiraled out of control.
At that moment, Bai Xiaodu felt his mind instantly clear.
All the negative debuffs on him vanished instantly, flying off his body almost as physical entities.
Then, without a single moment of hesitation, they shot straight toward Oter with absolute precision, as if seeking vengeance.
Elements in the air, on the ground, clinging to the walls—turning into dancing golden lights, blazing fires, freezing ice, twisting darkness, and crackling lightning...
In perfect unison, like tens of thousands of dazzling meteors, they unleashed sharp, deafening explosions that rolled out in waves of sound.
Almost instinctively, Oter pulled in his wings, desperately wrapping himself up.
“No, stop!”
“I was wrong, Lord Dragon God! I was wrong!”
he shrieked, roaring in a near-complete mental breakdown.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ...
His pleas for mercy and apologies did absolutely nothing to sway the determination of the violent elements. They surged forward, one after another, without a moment's pause.
The falling meteors exploded into brilliant bursts upon impact, like a grand fireworks display that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
Oter's face was incredibly distorted, practically twisted in agony.
He was suffering unimaginable agony, with every single inch of his body subjected to the onslaught of different elements.
It was practically equivalent to death by a thousand cuts.
But this was far from the end.
Bai Xiaodu covered his face. He hadn't expected things to turn out like this either.
Because he remembered very clearly that after this sentence, the next part should be...
The audio track echoing in the hall suddenly cut out. In the next moment...
“Dragon God, what kind of Dragon God are you? I'll straight-up take a chopstick...”
“I'll straight-up take a chopstick...”
“...take a chopstick...”
“...shove a chopstick up...”
“Aaaaaaargh!!!”
A scream of absolute terror ripped from Oter's throat, filled with a pain that sent shivers down the spine of anyone listening.
The elements, which had previously maintained a steady rate of attack, completely went berserk!
Some of them even actively transformed into those bizarre, dancing golden lights, boring directly into Oter's body.
They bounced up and down silently, like particles rattling inside a small sphere.
Wherever the golden light traveled, grisly and highly visible little blood holes immediately tore open.
He looked incredibly wretched, blood pouring out of him like a fountain!
Oter's massive draconic body thrashed wildly on the ground, struggling desperately in an attempt to ease the pain.
Yet, the bizarre golden light clung to him like maggots on a corpse. No matter how he thrashed, it merely maintained its path in a slow, leisurely manner.
Countless blood holes were violently carved through him.
Staring at this purgatorial scene, Lingxin swallowed hard.
She quickly took a few steps back. As a transcendent of this Pathway, she knew exactly how terrifying these golden lights were.
She had never seen these strange, terrifying golden lights display such a furious, near-manic state before.
Even for Lingxin, this was a first.
She slowly turned her head to look at Bai Xiaodu, who was already crouching off to the side.
As a Mage of the 【Knowledge】 Pathway, mastering incantations was the absolute baseline.
If a semi-illiterate like Bai Xiaodu could understand and write them, it went without saying for someone like her who had actually researched them.
At first, when Bai Xiaodu had asked about those few words, Lingxin had assumed he was simply being curious.
She had even gone out of her way to provide him with the precise translations—words uncovered by the latest archaeological research that were extremely close to the original Dragon Tongue.
She had never in her wildest dreams expected that Bai Xiaodu would turn around and use them for something like this.
It was too blasphemous. Far too blasphemous.
Lingxin could only try her best to purge the thought from her mind.
While the Dragon God was indeed a deity of the enemy faction, and the ascension ceremony was tailored for dragon species, like other deities, the transcendent Pathway did not restrict any specific race from practicing it.
The 【Mage Emperor】 was even passionately idolized by the machine race because the characteristics of its spell runes perfectly aligned with their logic for casting spells.
Oter's torment was far from over; he was still rolling around in a frenzy.
Except... he barely had the strength left to scream.
His voice grew weaker and weaker, thick with unmistakable despair.
Bai Xiaodu was now standing beside her.
For some reason, his posture had shifted from crouching with his face covered to a state of gleeful spectating, simply staring at Oter's struggling, wailing figure.
This dragon beast had to be the unluckiest bastard alive. The ritual he had put all his effort into summoning was actually going to torture him to death.
Looking at his extremely cute profile framed by his short silver hair, Lingxin suddenly couldn't help but shiver.
Had she misjudged him from the very beginning?
Oh no, oh no.
Could Xiaobai actually be a secretly black-bellied schemer?!
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