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Chapter Sixty: Tearing Through Time and Space

Due to Miss Vilyric’s clear command, when the Giant Dragon charged forward, it truly went all out.

With a powerful twist of her elongated, platinum-colored tail, she slammed three nearby undead into the wall like cannonballs.

Xiao Guang wasn’t concerned with weak points like heads or bellies; her sheer, unrestrained power sent these resilient corpses flying without a second thought.

Though she was careful not to dirty her well-maintained tail with gross fluids, judging by the state of those three embedded in the wall, they would never crawl out again.

“Half-Human/Dragon!?”

“What the hell, did they even let that kind of thing into the City of Courage?!”

“Can you idiots not take a hint? The scales of half-dragons from the Beast Kingdom are black; this woman is definitely not—”

“Quit babbling! Adult half-dragons are legendary! Hurry up and summon the Throne!”

“Uh, both of them just left this morning…”

I can’t help but wonder if these people have a few screws loose. When faced with a formidable enemy, their first reaction wasn’t fear; instead, they chattered away about Miss Little Dragon Daughter’s species.

It’s no wonder they’re all in white coats; maybe even the undead have job descriptions…

However, the terrifying power suddenly exhibited by Xiao Guang managed to scare a dozen audacious undead. Seeing the grim fate of the three fastest ones made the remaining members of the Throne of Immortality skid to a stop mid-charge, looking rather comedic.

Xiao Guang’s pressure skill was maxed out; once the battle began, even if these undead once belonged to humans with no relation to dragons, they certainly couldn’t endure it—the level gap was too significant.

Their whispered discussions, which they thought were private, were completely exposed to the keen hearing of the two high-ranking existences.

“Then call for reinforcements! Just the thirteen of us charging up to a legend would just be serving them on a platter. Pili, you’re fast; go! We’ll try to hold them off as much as we can.”

One of the scrawny men then used his companions as cover to sneak back, trying to slip away unnoticed.

Of course, this little stunt couldn’t escape the notice of Miss Priestess and her pet. Without needing any command from Vilyric, Xiao Guang transformed into a golden blur, instantly crossing the practically nonexistent defenses of the enemies and appearing behind the man, striking down with her claw like a knife!

*Thud!*

With an overwhelming combination of power and speed, what should’ve been a capable elite undead assassin was sliced cleanly in half before he even had time to react.

“Oh crap!”

“Pili got taken out just like that? That guy was a Sky-level threat!?”

“Are you kidding me? Run!”

It seemed that the undead’s madness and fearlessness did have their limits—or rather, they were much better at bullying the weak.

When faced with overpowering superiority, their instinct to fear death and act selfishly completely emerged.

I don’t know who shouted, but the dozen undead who initially seemed to want to buy time instantly turned into a swarm, each using their own means to dash toward the only exit kicked out by Vilyric!

Two of the higher-ranking ones were even shining with the light of spatial teleportation!

I have to admit, these creatures, despite their average strength, had some skills in escaping; even if two legends were here, they might not be able to stop everyone at once.

Unfortunately, what they faced were beings far beyond mere mortals.

“Think you can escape?”

The Giant Dragon smirked coldly, her claws slicing through the air.

“Super—Dimensional Rift.”

*Click clack.*

Somewhere there was a strange, elongated cutting sound, and just as the blonde girl finished speaking, a grayish-white light abruptly enveloped the entire experimental field, like faded paint peeling off.

And with this phenomenon, everything froze.

Pages lifted while running hung in the air, weapons thrown to deter them was instantly solidified, and the cloth covering the iron cage in the corner fluttered in an odd arc, revealing dozens of unconscious children behind it.

And those undead, too, froze in their stances, becoming lifelike sculptures, their expressions of fear, malice, or ferocity captured in exquisite detail.

Only Xiao Guang, tearing through dimensional space and creating the rift, and Miss Priestess, radiating a golden light to block the black-and-white encroachment, retained their vibrant colors and lively demeanor.

The Little Dragon Daughter even had time to wink playfully at her exasperated owner nearby, sticking out her cute little tongue before leisurely wandering over to the immobilized enemies to swipe with her claws.

After handling all the foes and grabbing the two scrolls that were beginning to emit a silvery light but were still fixed in space, the Giant Dragon snapped her fingers.

*Snap.*

The monochrome power rapidly faded, color returning to the entire space.

However…

*Pff, pff, pff, pff, pff, pff, pff, pff, pff…*

Countless dark, blood-like fluids shot out from every single undead, fleeing, counterattacking, or teleporting—all turning into a heap of fleshy remains in that instant, crushed by the power of the Giant Dragon.

The noisy experimental field instantly fell silent, leaving only the lingering, slightly foul, bloody stench and the unresolved, intense resentment.

“Master, it’s all done.”

The Giant Dragon clapped her pristine hands, untainted by blood, and returned to Miss Vilyric’s side, her expression still calm, as if she had just completed a trivial task.

“Yeah, these were all elites, right? I feel like quite a few of them were Sky-level, so dispatching them should make things easier for Liliya.”

Vilyric cast a sideways glance at the children she had caught sight of during the rift, those covered in black cloth. They appeared a bit older than the children in Eli’s orphanage, dressed differently; they should be residents of the city captured by the Throne of Immortality.

Were they planning to use them for experiments?

Vilyric didn’t intend to wake or take the children away; there were too many, and since they were still alive with the enemies now wiped out, it would be better to leave them to Liliya and the others who would soon arrive.

However, she was still curious about what these undead had been quietly researching.

After instructing her pet to roam freely, the Priestess began rummaging through the scattered papers on the ground, which were filled with dense records and data.

Vilyric casually picked up one.

【New Era 1372, October, 167th Puppet Combat Experiment Record.

Experimental Material: Adamantine-level, male, 34 years old, no obvious physical defects.

Number of Drug Modifications: 5 times.

Battle Object: Mithril-level, female, 25 years old, unmodified.

Battle Result: Defeat.

Evaluation: Based on physical condition and combat strength, the subject was expected to have nearly a hundred percent win rate. However, due to the drug impairing thought and reaction speed, along with the subject and combat object coming from the same squad and having some special emotional connection, a severe lag occurred during the battle, resulting in defeat.

From this, the puppet agent and its expected effects still show a considerable gap; at present, we still cannot mass-produce soldiers equivalent to the puppets created by the Fourth Throne, Balk and Buckler, and further improvements and experiments are required.】

Puppet manufacturing… could this drug be the one the Throne of Immortality used on the little princess, Mona?

Hmm? Was that a name I heard before?

Wait, Balk, Buckler… weren’t those the two mummies I squashed to death?

So it turns out the inspiration came from those two weaklings? That’s kind of a letdown…

Tossing the paper aside, the Priestess picked up another open notebook from the table.

“Hmm? What’s this…?”

The signature in this notebook was Leopold.

From the conversations of those undead, it’s not hard to guess he was the unlucky guy who got crushed by the door, and should also be one of the lead researchers for this experimental field.

His notes should hold significant value.

Vilyric opened to the cover, and several bold hand-written characters immediately caught her eye.

【Fusion of Vengeful Spirits, Legendary Mass Production Plan】

 

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