Ashen Dragon-Chapter 206 - 131. Vagnard

Chapter 206: 131. Vagnard

Mantou, learning from last time’s lesson, quietly retreated and whispered:

“What should we do?”

Singo rubbed his chin, analyzing the situation.

“It seems… this White Dragon is trapped by Vagnard and used as an experimental subject. The monsters we’ve seen earlier probably all stem from this White Dragon’s bloodline, you could even say they’re its offspring.”

The Natural War Maniac pointed to the transparent container connected by hundreds of pipes and said:

“That should be the Dragon’s True Blood.”

It’s important to know that for native dragons, only their Dragon’s True Blood can create Dragon Vein Creatures. It’s a precious product that they condense all their magical energy to transport through their unique blood vessels.

But Vagnard inserted nearly a hundred pipes into the base blood vessels, greedily draining the True Blood from this White Dragon.

Singo stared intently at the sleeping White Dragon, suddenly grinning. He turned to Mantou beside him and said, “Mantou, interested in… destroying that old beast’s century-old collection, or even releasing this White Dragon to cause trouble for that bastard who’s using his own daughter for experiments?”

Mantou, already excited about it, eagerly replied, “Absolutely!”

“Here you go!”

Singo rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a few round metallic balls and handing them to Mantou, then turned to the Natural War Maniac and said:

“War Maniac Bro, smash that blood vat for me!”

“On it!”

The Natural War Maniac wielded his battle axe with all his might and struck the transparent container.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The container was fortified with magic runes, far more robust than ordinary glass. But under the Barbarian’s repeated blows, first, tiny white dots appeared on the container’s side, then turned into radiating cracks, which grew larger and larger until the container shattered completely, and the magic-element-infused Dragon Blood gushed out.

Singo hurriedly stepped forward and filled several pre-prepared bottles with the Dragon Blood, then allowed the precious True Blood to overflow onto the ground.

The Natural War Maniac continued smashing those hair-raising experimental instruments, using pure strength to turn those meticulously tuned devices into a wreck.

The slumbering White Dragon was finally awakened by the commotion caused by the players.

It opened its eyes and slowly struggled to rise. The magical chains binding it shook violently, and the pipes inserted into its body swayed along. The magic circle beneath it flickered with intense spell radiance, but ultimately, it tied the White Dragon down again, forcing it to lie back down.

“Roar——”

The White Dragon’s struggle ended in failure once more as it turned its head.

Its vertical pupils fixated on the players before it, revealing a long-suppressed frenzy in its eyes.

Mantou was startled by those icy eyes and instinctively raised his hand in a mock military salute, reciting hastily, “Don’t eat me, Brother Dragon, no, Sister.”

“I’m a Dragonborn, just here to smash some stuff and annoy that old pervert. We’re on the same side.”

“Roar——”

The White Dragon didn’t respond, only letting out a raging roar. Its enormous body struggled again, its scales almost standing on end.

But its gaze wasn’t on the players; it was staring at a spot behind them—a carved, sinister dragon-head altar.

Singo realized the roar wasn’t aimed at the players but something behind them.

He quickly led the group to hide aside, peeking out carefully—

They saw ripples in the space, followed by a pair of menacing claws tearing the space open, creating jagged cracks.

A man emerged from the dark void.

He wore a black robe, his face shrouded in some kind of fog, and there was a rusty medal on his chest, embossed with flames burning on a dragon claw, surrounded by eyeballs.

The man, or rather Vagnard, let out a sinister laugh.

“Ah, I’m back.”

“Long time no see, my dear ‘Sleeping Beauty’.”

“Roar!”

The White Dragon’s vertical pupils were filled with fury. If looks could kill, it would have devoured the distant robed man whole. The White Dragon let out suppressed, rasping growls, its enormous body struggling violently, thrashing and constantly clashing against its restraints, ignoring the deep bloody marks left behind.

The robed man didn’t care, saying indulgently:

“Haha, all these years, you still love to throw tantrums.”

He chuckled softly and raised his hand slightly.

The [Vagnard’s Dragon Binding Magic Circle] beneath the White Dragon emitted shocking magical aurora, countless new chains rose from the ground, wrapping around the White Dragon’s bruised and battered body. The magical chains were solid like never before, tangling tighter and tighter, almost wrapping the White Dragon entirely.

The White Dragon’s scales were crushed, even its bones creaked under the pressure.

“Roar——”

Its head drooped, neck weakly pressed against the ground, and a mournful cry echoed from its throat.

Vagnard calmly walked forward, gently stroking the small, sharp beak-like protrusion on the White Dragon’s nose.

“Tiniya, my most precious specimen, are you finally willing to surrender willingly?”

At that moment, the White Dragon, which had just been on the verge of death, suddenly erupted, straining its neck to its fullest and opening its jaws wide to bite the robed man.

“Roar!”

However, it bit down with all its might and snapped at the empty air, the collision of its interlocking teeth producing a crisp “clack.”

The White Dragon’s mouth was left with only a cloud of blurry mist.

And Vagnard had already reappeared dozens of meters away.

He laughed manically, clapping his hands repeatedly and trembling with excitement:

“Haha, hahaha!”

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“Excellent! That’s right. This is the dragon I adore. I love watching you struggle desperately, it’s—so beautiful! Just like when that Red Dragon devoured Catherine over a century ago, that scene etched deeply in my mind, unparalleled by any artwork, unforgettable forever.”

“Come on, use all your strength to tear me apart! It would be best if you could devour me alive!”

“I will cheer, revel in ecstasy for it!”

Vagnard spread his arms wide toward the White Dragon, like a zealot in a pilgrimage, while the White Dragon continued smashing against the magic circle’s restraints, eyes brimming with immense hatred, relentlessly trying to attack Vagnard.

The scene looked rather bizarre.

Mantou, hiding in the shadows, couldn’t help but feel a shiver down his spine, thinking: “This guy… is a pure madman!”

As if sensing something, Vagnard’s tone paused.

“But before we enjoy some happy moments, let’s deal with the little rats that have broken in.”

“Such naughty little beings, messing up my home.”

The voice had a hint of gritted teeth.