Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 132 The Divine Favor That Devours Souls

A resentful bone dragon crouched on the mast of the White Triangle, its eyes burning with sharp blue soul fire as it watched the orcs and pirate prisoners below moving supplies with hostility.

But this was just a bluff; the bone dragon was essentially a sculpture with two ambient lights that Su Ming had summoned from Earth embedded in its eye sockets. Three green spotlights were placed on the watchtower beneath the mast, illuminating its eerie silhouette from below.

The effect was excellent; both orcs and pirate prisoners worked tremblingly, without a trace of resistance. Even among them were many elite warriors.

Violet herself was still in her Elisa form, and was dealing with Su Ming's injuries in the cabin with some headache.

By the standards of this other world, Beianchi was actually more seriously injured. But her injuries were on a mental level, so a calming spell would be enough to keep her lying down and prevent her condition from worsening.

Of course, there was no cure; it was far beyond the scholar's capabilities.

Su Ming only had a purely external injury, but Zi Jin was still inexperienced. She called Russell in and, comparing him to its skeleton, barely managed to reposition Su Ming's broken scapula. The latter was in excruciating pain, waking up several times. Finally, completely exhausted, he looked at her in terror like a pitiful little lamb.

Zijin kept apologizing, but the next moment she poured an entire bottle of hydrogen peroxide onto the wound.

Foamy, crimson blood, mixed with bone fragments, gushed from the wound. Su Ming's eyes rolled back; even after all this time, she still hadn't forgotten about revenge!

Is this what they mean by the saying "fortune turns like a wheel"?
Finally, it was coming to an end. Violet bandaged the wound and then cast a water-based healing spell. Su Ming had endured the torture, and with a sigh of relief, he fell into a deep sleep.

The girl covered Su Ming with a blanket, wiped the sweat from his forehead and hair with a dry towel, and then went to the deck.

Under the watchful gaze of the bone dragon, the pirates worked diligently, and they had already dragged Yesia's body from the sea. Violet went over to examine it and found that the body was relatively intact, except that eight of its ten fingers were missing, which was somewhat unsightly.

Removing her armor reveals unsightly scars all over her body, especially a missing piece in her abdomen, which has been filled with alchemical tissue but has not yet healed.

Even scholars felt a pang of sympathy for the woman before them. Judging from her condition, she might have just come off the operating table not long ago.

The Holy Relic Scale Armor is severely damaged, but it can be repaired; many of Yeshia's expensive magical items are still intact, and there are more good things this time than last time.

Zi Jin pulled a string of magic crystal beads from her waist and discovered that all of the dozen or so crystals were engraved with the highest-level detoxification formula. It seemed that the painkiller Su Ming had given her last time had left a very deep impression on her.

What also impressed Yesia was the anti-materiel sniper rifle; she clearly didn't understand how she could be hit from such a distance. This time, Ice Maiden's equipment was heavily focused on physical defense, with less magical defense than before, which was one of the reasons Violet was able to land a fatal blow.

Violet collected the useful items one by one until only the corpse remained.

She was already quite experienced in dealing with the corpses of Saint-level experts, but there was one thing she needed to do first. She looked up at the sky, where a soul filled with hatred comparable to a vengeful spirit was staring at her with malice.

"Hello, do you have any last words?" Violet greeted him with a smile.

In this world, killing is only the first step; the subsequent cleanup is equally crucial. Especially the soul—the higher the level of spiritual power, the stronger it is—it's essential to eradicate it completely and prevent future troubles.

"No last words?" Zi Jin assessed the situation and felt she couldn't turn the other person into a ghost. Firstly, she wasn't proficient in this art, and secondly, the spiritual strength of a Saint-level Demon Swordsman was too high; rashly using it could easily result in a backlash.

"You're here?" Violet asked.

Seneca, standing beside him, shook his head frantically. How could a barely mid-level necromancer like him possibly be qualified to touch something like this?

Violet felt a pang of regret; she had been planning to use Seneca to weaken Yesia's soul, and then, based on the little mage's feedback before his death, determine if there was still a chance.

“Well then, answer me a simple question, and I’ll make your journey through the afterlife easier.” The scholar began to negotiate with Yesia’s soul. “I want to know what the meaning is of those characters on the sea monster.”

The violet manifested a divine scepter, gathering white lightning-like radiance, marking the beginning of the 'Soul Punishment' spell.

“...That is...language, just ordinary numbers,” Yeshia’s spirit replied.

"Oh? Could you be more specific?" Violet continued, but Yesia's soul refused to speak again. Even as she whipped it with the punishment of soul sin, it remained silent.

"Alright, I'll keep my word and perform the ritual to guide you to the afterlife!" The former saintess gave up the interrogation. She took the temple textbook from the skeleton servant and began to read. It wasn't that she didn't remember the incantation; it was the 'Holy Rebirth' technique, specifically used to guide saint-level souls to the afterlife, which even their teacher had never actually used.

There are only so many Saint-level experts in the world, how many of them can actually get a chance to practice?

Having memorized the incantation, Violet raised the Divine Blessing Scepter, and pure light gathered upon it. The girl's entire body radiated light, and pure white wings unfurled behind her, vaguely revealing the phantom of an angel.

"As expected of the highest-level spell of the temple, this aura is truly deceptive!" The former saintess muttered to herself, but her expression remained exceptionally solemn and dignified, the training she received at the nunnery academy still lingering.

Without making a sound, Violet ordered her skeleton servants to turn off the bluish-green ambient light shining on the bone dragon above.

Under the chilly night sky, a warm and compassionate atmosphere immediately enveloped everyone, like the dawn breaking. The prisoners kowtowed and knelt in worship, many reciting prayers and shedding tears of remorse.

I just don't know how much of it is genuine.

She raised her hand, feathers fluttered, and a vast hymn resounded. White light of redemption spread from the scepter, encircling Yeshia's soul.

The latter quietly accepted her fate and closed her eyes. Bing Shu's soul began to gradually fade and dissipate, drifting into the night sky on the wind.

Just as Violet was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the beautiful scene suddenly froze. The previously soft white light abruptly solidified, transforming into a hideous, gaping maw!
Yeshia's soul didn't even have time to utter a scream before it was swallowed whole!

Violet was completely caught off guard!
After consuming Yesia's soul, the white light leisurely retreated back into the divine scepter, leaving behind only the pitch-black night.

No, what happened to God's love for the world?
Zi Jin's usually calm expression completely crumbled as she stared in disbelief at the scepter in her hand.

On the deck, the prisoners were stunned by the sudden turn of events, and there was complete silence.

Devouring souls is a purely demonic act, and if it were to be revealed, the entire world would be condemned without question.

Scholars began to assess whether the prisoners would believe them if they explained that she hadn't done it.

Or just tell them that the Divine Scepter made itself?

Forget it, no one will believe that now.

With the Staff of the End in her hand, Violet made her decision.

****
When Su Ming woke up, he found himself tied to the bed with strips of cloth.

Although it wasn't a tight knot, Su Ming's left shoulder was in great pain and he couldn't move it. He had to ask his skeleton servant for help to free it.

The ship was rocking violently, and the sea outside the porthole was rough with high winds and rough waves. The predicted storm had finally arrived, and it seemed that even the anti-roll devices could not counteract it.

Su Ming found Zi Jin in the cockpit. The girl was flustered, with nautical books and equipment manuals scattered everywhere. After walking only a few steps, Su Ming's shoulder pain worsened. Zi Jin cast healing and soothing spells on him, which relieved the pain somewhat.

Is bone healing very troublesome?

“I’m sorry, there is a special bone healing technique, but my experience in performing it is too poor.” Violet said apologetically, “Besides, the scapula is too complicated. This was my first time dealing with such a strangely shaped bone, and I made you suffer.”

Considering her terrible spatial reasoning, it's truly admirable. However, given all the battles she's been through, she should theoretically have plenty of experience treating injuries.

"You rarely fight in human form?" Su Ming guessed.

“When I used Elisa form, I was mostly studying at the temple monastery. I only fought with Catherine, and the fights weren’t very intense.” The girl recalled her past experiences. “Well, there were too many healers at the temple. Every time there was a fight, a bunch of girls from the healing class would rush over to watch. If you were slightly injured, they would swarm you and heal you in a flurry. The slower ones wouldn’t even have time to cast their water spells. As for precious opportunities like breaking bones—” Her face suddenly turned pale, clearly recalling a terrible memory, “Catherine and I later made a pact not to break each other’s bones!”

"Hey, you two are such a troublemaker, weren't you punished?"

“Kathaline has royal connections,” the girl explained. “As for me, because she always pulls my hair, I created a brand new and highly effective hair regrowth technique. Half of the teachers at the academy need my help, so every punishment is just for show.”

"How often do you two fight over hair?!" Su Ming thought to himself. And how many of these priests in the temple have bald patches?!

Violet stretched out her hand, making a claw shape, and imbued it with a faint magical power. "Creation spells are very useful. For example, my Claw Spell, which is based on the attack methods of dragons, is difficult to heal after scratching someone's face, keeping Catherine unable to leave the house for ten days to half a month. She failed to go on any dates and couldn't go to a single ball!"

Very good! Su Ming felt that it was completely understandable for Catherine, who was eight months pregnant, to lead five fleets to besiege them.

"Then aren't you injured in your dragon form?" he asked.

"Dragon-shaped bodies are robust and have strong self-healing abilities. Besides, I was in academia back then, and scholars were very reasonable!" Zijin replied. "They didn't resist much when they were covered with sacks; most of them were very cooperative."

I remembered that she was secretly called "bellflower," and indeed, she never got the nickname wrong.

“All the most brutal battles I’ve fought were after I transformed into a bone dragon—so I’m actually quite strong at the ‘Necromantic Coil’ spell. If you were to become a lich, you’d be able to enjoy top-notch medical care!” Violet told Su Ming the good side.

"I would be very grateful!"

At the very bottom of Beianchi's medical kit, Violet found a carefully folded and wrapped roll of alchemical bandage. Although it showed signs of use, the healing runes engraved on it remained potent.

While the two were talking, she kept wrapping Su Ming's hair, but unfortunately her technique was as bad as ever. In the end, she simply wrapped the whole thing around and tied a knot.

A gentle force begins to operate, seeping from the wound into the skeleton, slowly healing the pain.

"These bandages are good, they don't hurt as much anymore!" Su Ming felt much better. He adjusted the position of the rune bandages to make them smoother. "What about Bei Anqi? I just saw her still unconscious."

"She withstood Yeshia's mental attack before she died, which is quite troublesome. I contacted the Mist Veil, and her sister is already speeding to join us."

"Is her sister a therapist?" Su Xiang recalled that Bei Anqi had once said she would introduce her sister to him.

"I don't know, but her sister replied that she has a way."

"That's good."

Su Ming then began to check the equipment's operating status and discovered that the White Triangle's speed was only 12 knots.

“If you go even a little faster, it rocks violently back and forth,” Violet explained to him, “like a chick pecking at rice—I’ve been trying to figure out what’s wrong for ages.”

How could a ship he trained so well be rocking?

Su Ming quickly checked the navigation log and his eye twitched. He swiftly corrected the course, tilting the bow towards the direction of the waves, and then increased the speed, causing the pitching to subside rapidly. As the speed increased, the anti-roll fins took effect, and the ship became much more stable laterally.

"Hey, what's going on!" Zijin was very puzzled by what she saw.

“It’s a harmonic sway,” Su Ming explained simply. “The White Triangle’s left-right swaying has a fixed frequency, approximately a 7-second cycle. If the interval between the lateral waves is also exactly 7 seconds, then the ship’s swaying will continuously amplify!”

The cumulative amplitude of this vibration is extremely terrifying; in severe cases, even the ship might not be able to be saved. No wonder Zi Jin tied Su Ming to the bed with strips of cloth; otherwise, he would have been thrown off his feet long ago!
“I’ve heard about it, but aren’t I sailing right against the waves?” Violet asked doubtfully.

"The same concept applies to the forward and backward directions as well. This ship has a longitudinal frequency of about 5 seconds. When you go forward against the waves, you not only experience the largest wave difference, but when you get fast, the interval between the waves is exactly 5 seconds."

Zijin suddenly realized, "I knew it wouldn't work no matter how I adjusted it—but the nautical textbook doesn't mention anything like this!" she argued.

Su Ming had figured out the reason. "The sailboats in your world simply don't reach speeds where longitudinal pitch needs to be considered," Su Ming said to her. "Besides, in these sea conditions, you're too busy trying to avoid something, so what ship would even think about sailing?"

Except for the white triangle.

"Too."

"However, you do know about the dangerous and navigable semicircles of a hurricane, right?" Su Ming continued.

“I know, the dangerous semicircle is much rougher, while the navigable semicircle is much better. We’re currently in the navigable semicircle on the left side of the storm!” the scholar replied, having done her research.

"But the navigation area is on the right!" Su Ming covered his forehead. "Zijin, we are now in the Southern Hemisphere."

"Hey, different hemispheres, aren't they different?!" Violet's eyes widened.

"Of course, in different hemispheres, the hurricanes rotate in opposite directions!" Su Ming had already marked the scholar's geographical knowledge in orange, and he would definitely have to pay more attention to it in the future.

"If something like this happens again, just wake me up," he added. That's why the Triangle survived; any other ship would have sunk long ago.

“I tried, but you didn’t wake up,” Violet said.

“…Okay.” After all, Xie Yao hadn’t been able to wake him up. Su Ming glanced at the girl and realized she hadn’t slept all night. “You should go and get some rest!”

"Hmm." Violet nodded, then suddenly remembered something, "There's something—"

“I’ve noticed there are many, many more bodies on the ship. Don’t rush to talk about it. I’ll prepare dinner and call you in eight hours, and then we can discuss what to do next.”

"Okay, good morning!" Zijin waved to Su Ming and walked towards the cabin.

"good night!"

(End of this chapter)