Evolving Silver Dragon-Chapter 399 - : 417 Adapting to Truth_1

Chapter 399: 417 Adapting to Truth_1

More cruel than presenting an unending despair is to give a glimmer of hope and, in an instant, snatching it away.

Now, that’s exactly what Otto is doing.

His scales quickly corroded under the beam of Truth, and eventually, even his flesh began to rot and disintegrate.

On the tip of Otto’s tail, some rotten flesh fell off, directly exposing the white bones below.

At this time, Otto’s entire dragon body seemed to have no intact part left; rotting scales and flesh, along with white bones, formed a terrifying and hideous picture.

Intense pain stimulated Otto’s nerves, causing him to curl up his entire body.

Seeing this once awe-inspiring black dragon reduced to this state, continuous cheers filled the Floating City of Stanya.

Just before, due to Otto’s various performances, some people even began to worry about Stanya’s safety.

But now, it seemed that their worries were entirely unnecessary; Stanya, the strongest of the three Floating Cities, was indeed invincible.

Although Stanya had paid a certain price, as long as the final result was good, how many people would care about the process?

So, cheer and rejoice!

Some young spellcasters even started dancing comically to celebrate, inciting laughter from their comrades around them.

“It’s both foolish and pathetic. Such powerful weapons of war are controlled by this bunch of clowns. I can almost hear Stanya weeping…”

Under the relentless erosion of the Light of Truth, Otto slowly raised his head, his face intertwined with flesh and white bone was terrifying.

At this critical moment, the corners of Otto’s mouth slowly curved upward, making his face even more bizarre and horrifying.

Then, his smile stretched wider and wider, ultimately reaching a frightening degree.

Looking at him, one could hardly believe that his skull structure could support his mouth to become like this.

However, at this time, very few people noticed what Otto was doing, as most Stanya residents were immersed in the joy of success.

While they were planning a huge celebration, Otto continued to stretch his mouth, then took a deep breath.

“Gurgle… Gurgle…”

Dozens of orbs slid down Otto’s neck, and he swallowed the energy from the Light of Truth directly into his stomach.

Although this would burn his throat and cause him great pain, for Otto, who had been accustomed to self-mutilation, this pain was far from enough.

Feeling that his swallowing speed was too slow, Otto changed the shape of his belly, creating a large mouth that began to swallow frantically.

With Otto continuously devouring the energy of the Light of Truth, a large influx of energy caused his nearly completely rotten skin and flesh to start growing back, covering the exposed bones.

But soon, the newly grown flesh began to rot and fall off again due to the corrosion of the Light of Truth. So for the time being, Otto’s body did not undergo significant changes.

However, some Stanya residents began to notice that, after so long under the Light of Truth, the black dragon’s injuries seemed to stabilize, not worsening any further.

Mentor, who was inside the Mage’s Spire, had been carefully observing Otto all this time. The windows of the Mage’s Spire were enchanted with a Farsight spell, allowing those inside to easily see distant scenes.

Through the window’s spell, Mentor effortlessly saw Otto’s current state – his flesh and skin healing and rotting at a visible speed.

“Damn it, that black dragon’s body is healing rapidly!”

Mentor shouted, “My dear Master Paton, are you sure the output frequency of the Cannon of Truth has reached its peak? I think you should take a good look; such a weak attack can’t kill that damned black dragon!”

“What did you say?”

Paton, the old fat man, clearly did not expect Otto to survive the erosion of the Light of Truth.

After Mentor’s reminder, he immediately slid his fingers, and a colorful magic screen appeared in front of him.

Otto’s grotesque face was then displayed on the screen. While his skin and scales bathed in the Light of Truth, healing and corruption forces left a clear dividing line on his forehead, intensely fighting against each other.

“This… this is incredible…”

Seeing all this, the old fat man Paton could only widen his eyes and say such a sentence.

“I think I reminded you of all this, not to hear your exclamations!”

Mentor, with a dark face, firmly grasped the collar of Paton, showing no respect for the well-known archmage.

He was a strong warrior himself, and at such a close distance, Mentor could easily pinch Paton to death if he wanted to.

Even if Paton had great magical prowess, his physical body was still pathetically weak.

“Cough, cough…”

As Mentor’s grip tightened, Paton immediately felt difficulty breathing, his fat face turning red, unable to let out even a fart.

If this continued, his life might be at risk.

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Seeing this situation, Chris, the skinny old man on the side, quickly took out an ancient-looking wand from his Treasure Bag and pointed it at Mentor.

The tip of the wand emitted a bright magical glow, as if a deadly spell would burst out any second, shattering Mentor into pieces.

But Chris didn’t do that. Instead, he coldly yelled at Mentor, “Release him! This is Stanya, not the manor in your domain.

If you want to treat us like serfs, I suggest you change your mind because it will cost you the chance to kill that black dragon and your life!”

“Are you threatening me?”

Mentor stared at Chris with bloodshot eyes, his voice full of murderous intent, as if he would do something drastic in the next second.

“No!”

Skinny old man Chris shook his head and then pointed to Otto on the magic screen, saying to Mentor, “I’m just advising you on the right choice. If you want the black dragon dead, let Paton go.

The output of the Cannon of Truth is far from its limit, and only Paton knows how to maximize the output frequency of Truth!”