Chapter 193 – Bone Dragon Group Status One Hundred Eleven

Blue Star, Baijiang City.

Mu Yuan had just gone out with Sophia to complete the company registration procedures and registered with the White River Association. Only by doing so could they engage in business activities related to supernatural matters.

He was walking on the road back home.

Sophia, dressed in formal attire and looking much more mature, followed closely behind.

Along the way, Mu Yuan could spot one or two crows perched on telephone poles or walls at regular intervals. As long as Mu Yuan loaded the ‘Sophia Template’, he could detect the invisible threads of connection between himself and these crows.

They were Sophia’s informants.

Having deeply internalized a certain lord’s philosophy of caution, Sophia had somewhat awakened a ‘persecution complex’, always feeling that scheming players might suddenly jump out while walking on the street.

She hadn’t encountered such players yet, but during her days living and going out on Blue Star, Sophia had already run into roaming monsters twice.

The first time, there were only three or two monsters, quickly dealt with by patrolling players in black vests.

The second time, dozens of monsters appeared, including several Professional Tier monsters – Goblin Warriors and Goblin Shamans.

The monsters appearing in the downtown area posed a great threat to White River.

Sophia reported the situation and promptly took action, revealing 20% of her power to trap the entire group of monsters and systematically eliminate them with her sword, without using her more conspicuous Black Crow abilities.

Afterwards, she received a ‘Guardian’ medal and a reward.

“No wonder there are fewer pedestrians on the streets again. The situation is really quite severe,” Mu Yuan sighed.

For ordinary people, even if they practiced the latest version of body tempering techniques developed by the country and drank body tempering medicinal soups daily, they could at most deal with a few small goblins, and only if the goblins weren’t high level.

Mu Yuan had inside information that Blue Star would likely completely fall into the Eternal World and merge with it in about six months.

This would be a major crisis for ordinary people.

And for lords like them too.

The fusion of Blue Star would trigger a series of chain reactions. After fusion, territories would no longer be able to maintain close connections with each other, likely becoming isolated islands.

They would also face monster waves on a scale far exceeding previous years.

If not handled properly, the entire Taixuan Alliance could regress by ten or twenty years, let alone a lord like him located at the outermost regions. He might face the greatest impact directly.

These were the revelations that the Taixuan Star Gazing Association had read from the Crimson Mist and other omens.

“The time we have to steadily fight monsters and develop like this might not last much longer.”

“That’s exactly why we need to seize the time and every opportunity to make our territory impregnable,” Mu Yuan contemplated.

When he returned to the rented standalone villa, he went directly to the basement with Sophia and closed the only aluminum alloy door.

Sophia took out batches of Remnant Souls from her storage briefcase, handling them with familiarity.

“These are the latest batch of goods.”

“Here are four hundred Militia Remnant Souls in total, one hundred and sixty Little Skeleton Remnant Souls in total, sixty Walking Corpse Remnant Souls in total…”

“Here are thirty Sentry Remnant Souls.”

“And these are two Mage Remnant Souls and two Griffin Remnant Souls.””Here we have one hundred War Falcon remnant souls, ten War Falcon remnant souls, and twenty Warhawk remnant souls.”

“And these are Spring Spirit, Molten Spirit, Earth Spirit, and Ice Spirit remnant souls, two of each.”

“…”

Spring Spirits and Earth Spirits could be paired with Slimes. Elemental lifeforms possessed inherently powerful combat capabilities along with various functional uses, which was why he had told Sophia she could purchase a small quantity when necessary.

When buying large quantities of one-star remnant souls, it was inevitable to acquire some rare items. This was equivalent to purchasing at a premium price.

Mu Yuan carried this batch of goods back to Tianyuan Territory and began the challenging recruitment work. He also recruited the freshly produced, still-warm batch of 50 skeletons and 10 treants from the neighboring unit building.

Today marked his 118th day in the Eternal World.

“In just a few more days, I’ll be able to evolve both Rakshasa and Red Robe simultaneously… Evolving two epic-tier units at once, I wonder if I’ll gain deeper insights into the power of evolution.”

Mu Yuan pondered.

At the same time,

“ROAR~!”

An excited roar echoed from the Skull Graveyard, causing the black mist to churn and disperse, and shaking several withered leaves from the dead branches at the graveyard’s edge.

The roar carried faint traces of heart-palpitating pressure.

This was draconic might!

It made those who heard it involuntarily feel reverence and the urge to kneel.

If the draconic might was fully unleashed, the possessor could even kill weaker lifeforms with just a glance or a roar.

This was the power of a Dragon.

“My power has returned, Sario!”

“Even though I haven’t recovered to my previous life’s peak, I can still be invincible in this world!”

The Bone Dragon roared, brimming with confidence.

At this moment, its body length had reached over ten meters, with bone wings that could blot out the sky when spread – truly a colossal creature.

After several days of absorbing power from its previous life, Bone Dragon Sario had advanced to Second-Order Elite Tier. At this stage, its rank progression had slowed considerably, unlike before when it could gain multiple levels in a single day.

But it didn’t matter.

In Tianyuan Territory, he, Sario, now possessed power second only to the Dead Bone Boss. After all, he was a Dragon, a great and revered Bone Dragon.

Nearby, from within a burial mound, Red Robe poked half her head out of the grave, looking drowsy.

“What’s all the roaring about at noon? Don’t you know you’re disturbing the residents!”

Sario instinctively retracted his head.

When he first joined the territory a few days ago, the Dead Bone Boss had given him some precautions – don’t roar randomly, don’t release draconic might.

It wasn’t that he completely forgot, but he was just too excited.

Wait, if the Dead Bone Boss was lecturing him, he, the little Bone Dragon, would accept it. But do you, Red Robe, realize who stands before you? The great Wing of Termination · Dragon of Death, the magnificent Your Excellency Sario.

A Bone Dragon cannot be disrespected!

Sario also understood that as a newcomer, a new dragon, it was reasonable for senior members to look down on him. Back when… in his previous form when he served under the Undead General, there were always undead who relied on their seniority trying to assert superiority over him.

But he was a Bone Dragon!

“Let’s have a battle!”

Sario swung his three-to-four-meter-long massive bone tail, stirring up clouds of dust. In the past, he had defeated senior members one by one through combat, displaying his invincible might, thus becoming the top subordinate under the General.

When in doubt, fight it out – this was Bone Dragon’s way of handling situations.

But,Red Robe yawned, “Fight what fight? I’d rather sleep with this time.”

Sario: “???”

His dignified invitation to battle as a Bone Dragon was actually rejected? Unforgivable!

What should he do next?

His limited experience couldn’t provide the Bone Dragon with much guidance, leaving him stuck here.

Never mind, never mind. After all, he was a great Bone Dragon. It was only natural that Red Robe, a mere spirit, wouldn’t dare confront him.

At that moment,

A man with a blue face and fangs approached from afar. “If there’s a fight, count me in.”

The newcomer was Rakshasa, carrying a brownish-red spear on his back. Unlike before when he only materialized it for combat, he now maintained this spear constantly with malevolent energy, having infused numerous rare Materials into it.

This was on the Lord’s suggestion.

Only in this way could he forge a weapon that could transform according to his will and suit him best.

For this purpose, Rakshasa had specifically consulted Master Li on how to seamlessly integrate rare Materials into his malevolent spear.

He looked at the Bone Dragon before him, imposing and majestic. The faint draconic aura emanating imperceptibly made his body tense up involuntarily, his entire spirit becoming active.

He was excited, his soul burning.

Finding a suitable opponent in Tianyuan Territory wasn’t easy—either they were too strong to fight or he had no desire to engage. The Bone Dragon seemed just right.

A Dragon, no matter what, shouldn’t be weak, right?

This suited Sario’s intentions perfectly.

He wanted to declare his status as a Bone Dragon through a battle.

The power of a Dragon was beyond mortal imagination.

The man and the dragon stood facing each other across the gray-black open field, attracting quite a crowd of amused skeletons and spirits.

A certain someone who claimed to be sleepy, Red Robe, was currently squatting on a grave mound holding a bag of melon seeds, looking like she enjoyed watching the drama unfold.

Fight, hurry up and fight.

She just didn’t feel like fighting herself, but that didn’t mean she disliked watching fights.

Bone Dragon Sario was also quite satisfied with such a lively scene. He spread his draconic aura, stirring up a strong wind across the plain.

Crack, crack, crack, crack—

In the distance, some Skeleton Soldiers couldn’t withstand this invisible pressure and half-knelt.

Sario spread his wings and soared into the air.

“Dragon Claw!”

Dark energy and draconic power combined as he thrust out a claw, tearing the ground apart inch by inch as easily as tearing through tofu.

But, the Dragon Claw grasped empty air.

Where? Where!

Sario wasn’t surprised that his first strike didn’t succeed. After all, Rakshasa was an Elite-level expert—he wouldn’t be unable to withstand a single move.

But, he completely failed to see how Rakshasa had dodged it!

Was that reasonable?

A faint sense of foreboding arose in Sario’s heart, “Could it be that I can’t defeat…”

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

He immediately dismissed his own premonition.

He was a Dragon, after all.

With similar Ranks, who could possibly be a match for a Dragon?

Sario used ‘Dense Mist Field’. Thick gray mist spread out, not only obscuring the enemy’s vision but also allowing him to detect Rakshasa’s position through the mist’s power.

“Found you!”

“Dragon Breath!”

A dark exhalation speckled with icy blue surged out, covering a large area in a fan-shaped pattern. The land grew increasingly withered and rotten, with patches of ice crystals forming.

But, he missed yet again.At this moment, Rakshasa transformed into a wisp of smoke, shooting forth like lightning, and materialized his form atop the Bone Dragon. His spear strike, seemingly plain and unadorned yet brimming with immense malevolent power—and having stepped into the Concept level—thrust down fiercely.

The spear tip shattered countless white bones but froze mid-air.

He had failed to injure the Bone Dragon.

Between the genuine bones, armor as thick as City Walls coalesced, barring Rakshasa’s path, and in the next instant…

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Countless Hellish bone spikes erupted from the thick necrotic armor, raining down like needles.

This was a combined technique born from the skills ‘Bone Spikes’ and ‘Necrotic Armor,’ a killing move Sario took great pride in.

Yet, once again, it missed its mark.

Rakshasa moved like a wisp of smoke, a gust of wind—no matter whether the Bone Dragon’s attacks were overwhelmingly powerful or swift as lightning, he evaded them with effortless grace.

This was the Concept! Mastery over the surrounding environment! Perfect control over the flow of heaven and earth’s energy!

Rakshasa firmly held the initiative in the battle.

The Bone Dragon might not be weak, but before him, it was merely a larger target.

In the distance, the three vampires widened their eyes, shrinking back until they resembled quails.

“Lord Bone Dragon actually…”

“Who is this fierce warrior!”

“I think living in a burial mound is quite suitable, what do you two think?”

“I agree!”

“I think so too—having a burial mound to live in is truly a blessing.”

What Mansion? What servants? Such thoughts had never crossed their minds.

They were diligent and steadfast vampires!

On the field, the Bone Dragon still stared wide-eyed, muttering to itself, “Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

It was clearly the strongest Low Grade Bone Dragon below the epic tier;

It had even inherited a portion of its predecessor’s power;

It should have been invincible, dominating the Battlefield—so why couldn’t it even defeat a single ghost?

“No, I cannot admit defeat!”

“Even at a disadvantage, even with an incomplete inheritance of power, I, Sario, can still reign supreme in this world!”

Its Aura surged, faintly absorbing and digesting more of its past life’s strength.

But at that moment, Rakshasa’s Aura also swelled, the brown-red patterns on his body seeming to come alive. These tattoos detached and flew out, intertwining mid-air to form a roaring, malevolent heavenly Dragon.

Faintly, a subtle Dragon’s might began to emanate.

A great terror also descended, enveloping the area.

The Bone Dragon stared intently.

The Bone Dragon pondered deeply.

The Bone Dragon decided that discretion was the better part of valor.

After all, this was not a situation for a life-or-death struggle—the ghost and the Dragon could only spar while restraining their power.

After sparring for a while, Sario realized that even as a Bone Dragon standing atop the pinnacle of bones, it was indeed slightly inferior to Rakshasa.

It was a proud Dragon; it would not deny this fact.

The Lord seemed to have many powerful subordinates. Truly, he was the wise ruler this Dragon had wandered half a lifetime to find.

Its dream of being second only to two, above all others, was shattered.

Now, it was third.

Wait, it recalled that in the territory, Rakshasa and Red Robe held similar status, and there were other veterans who could rival him. Could it be…

Sario pondered, feeling its group status declining—1, 1, 1—before it had even begun to climb.

Two chapters, seven thousand words… Done for the day. Good night, everyone!

(End of chapter)