Ashen Dragon-Chapter 205 - 130: The Bound White Dragon

Chapter 205 -130: The Bound White Dragon

Mantou looked at the furious double-headed dragon monster outside the cave entrance and showed a sly smile, not caring if the monster could understand Common Tongue.

“Hehe, I love seeing you this mad, yet unable to touch me.”

“Weren’t you going to eat me?”

But Singo ignored the monster directly. He frowned slightly and said to the Natural War Maniac beside him,

“War Maniac, do you feel it? That monster… it’s afraid.”

“In the current situation, we can call it borrowing power to do evil. We are the fox, so where’s the tiger behind us?”

The Natural War Maniac nodded solemnly and hesitated,

“You’re saying… there might be an even more terrifying existence in this tunnel, one that even this dragon monster wouldn’t dare to approach.

That’s definitely not something we can defeat.”

Singo gazed into the deep tunnel and revealed an extremely excited smile, “However, extreme risks often come with extreme rewards. We’ve come this far, dare to take the gamble?”

The Natural War Maniac rubbed his bald head and laughed, “Couldn’t ask for more.”

“Mantou, let’s go.”

Mantou, who was still verbally attacking the double-headed dragon monster, snapped back to reality with an “Oh” and followed along.

The tunnel was still made of black metal, reflecting a cold glow under the flickering candlelight, impossible for ordinary creatures to break through.

Yet the three saw deep claw marks all over the metallic walls, each several meters long, with dense indentations where teeth had bitten in, and even places where entire sections of the wall had been dented several feet deep, leaving craters nearly five meters in diameter.

The floor was scattered with dried blood and broken white scales.

It’s hard to imagine what kind of monstrous battle occurred here.

Singo walked ahead, turned his head, and spoke in a trembling, excited voice.

“Guys, if I’m not mistaken, there might be a dragon locked up in here!”

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Mantou gasped.

He said nothing more and ran back to gather the scattered scales, counted them meticulously, then returned joyously, full of glee from the harvest.

“Why are you all looking at me?”

“These are rare materials, fallen off a dragon! If you don’t want them, plenty of people will. I’ll sell them to that bunch of idiots for magic coins; I’ll make a fortune.”

Singo sighed, face-palming lightly.

“Alright…”

“Now we need to discuss a strategy. Just based on us little four-level critters, how do we face—a dragon?”

The air turned silent.

Mantou stammered, “How about… we just head back?”

After all, since the beta test, players had only one reference point for dragons—Red Dragon Cassius.

This familiar leader’s performance during the Triel Conference could only be described as “exaggerated.” His catastrophic fire tornado easily incinerated an army of tens of thousands. Videos of that war were even posted online, with bullet comments reading “Budget on fire” flooding the screen.

And in the recently concluded “Battle of Glacier’s Demise,” this Red Dragon showed overwhelming power again, creating a black storm that covered half of the Vaar Glacier and almost single-handedly destroyed the Frost Giant Tribe.

Low-level professionals like them were merely insignificant digits in the face of such beings.

However, the Natural War Maniac laughed heartily, “We’re already here; even if it means death, we’ve got to witness it.”

Singo turned to look at Mantou and taunted, “If you’re scared, feel free to head home.”

Mantou knew this was provocation, but still snorted, “Let’s go, whoever doesn’t dare is a coward.”

“Alright.”

The three walked deeper inside.

The further they went, the more they felt an invisible pressure.

That pressure was unavoidable, the very essence of Dragon Vein Magic from deep in their bloodline, causing a shudder from the soul.

Dragon.

Only a True Dragon could exert such a degree of suppression on lower beings.

As if feeling the group’s approach, a repressed growl echoed down the tunnel. The sound was hoarse, seemingly from deep within the throat, carrying an indescribable chill that sent goosebumps all over.

Singo broke into a cold sweat, but still managed to maintain his composure.

“Keep moving.”

“It should be right ahead.”

They entered a spacious opening, and the scene before them suddenly expanded.

Mantou’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but exclaim.

“It’s really…”

“A dragon.”

In the broad hall that spanned several hundred meters, a white dragon was coiled in the center.

Its entire body was covered in shimmering white scales. Its enormous body, nearly fifteen meters long, was exceptionally robust, with a short neck and a thick tail.

The dragon’s head had smooth contours, featuring a small, sharp beak-like nose, a pronounced jawline, a crown supported by backward-curving spines, scaly cheeks, spiky rags, and several teeth sticking out when its mouth was closed.

—This was a typical White Dragon, the weakest of the five-colored dragons, but still a creature that countless mortals looked up to, capable of bringing disaster to an entire northern town.

At this moment, however, the White Dragon looked extremely pitiful. It was lying on a complex array and tightly bound by numerous ethereal magic chains, unable to move an inch. Dozens of needle tubes pierced through the gaps in its scales and deeply embedded in various parts of its body, continuously drawing its precious dragon blood into instruments.

The immense dragon’s body was riddled with scars. Hundreds of scales on its side were torn off, the flesh underneath roughly gouged out, leaving several deep pits bleeding crimson blood.

The ground was littered with all kinds of experimental instruments—knives, needles, bone saws—all clearly tested on this White Dragon.

But even under such torture, the White Dragon retained incredible vitality. Although in a state of slumber, its heart’s deep thumping echoed in the hall, and the chilling breath emitted from its long breaths numbed their scalps.

Mantou tiptoed closer carefully, spotting a metal plate standing in front of the White Dragon.

Unlike the others they had seen before, this metal plate had vicious bite marks, mottled bloodstains, and broken cracks. Though patched up, it was still placed there.

Number 1: [White Dragon “Tiniya”]

“She’s so beautiful”

“I’m enamored with her slumbering form, even more with her frenzied struggle. Without the spell’s restraint, those claws and fangs would surely tear me to pieces.”

“Ah, she’s the most perfect specimen, leading me to the path of great evolution, a White Dragon with a trace of ancestral lineage. —Vagnard, January 1, 1346, Third Era”