Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 139 The Future Six-Winged King

The unicorn emerged from the cabin, looked at the two figures standing close together in the morning light and sea breeze, and couldn't help but whistle.

The two men turned to look at her.

"Did I disturb you two?" the unicorn said. "The communication tower is beeping; it's a request from the Federation."

"Thank you, I'll go receive it." Violet turned and walked towards the communications tower.

Qi Luo trotted over on all fours. "Su Ming, I didn't eat much this morning. Could you make me some more? I really like the glutinous rice cakes and the rice soup!"

"That's bean curd sheets and rice wine!"

Su Ming returned to the workshop and then cooked a whole pot of rice wine for Qi Luo. The food in the refrigerator was all used up. Luckily, this guy was leaving soon, otherwise the White Triangle's food reserves wouldn't have been able to withstand such a waste.

As for the bean curd skin, he didn't make any. He heated up some pancakes on the electric griddle, and the unicorn didn't care. He picked up the bowl and showed it off.

[It's a message from the Federation. Let's go to the operations room to discuss it.] After receiving the communication, Zi Jin sent a message to Su Ming.

【it is good. 】

Su Ming took off his apron and went to the operations room. He locked the door. "Is the Federation asking about our location?"

"Yes, the reason is to discuss the location for the next rendezvous of the supply ships," Violet replied. "Whether there is really a problem with the supplies is no longer important. The Azure Sea Valley, with its dragon, has started lying in wait for us."

"The underwater vehicle program needs to be launched immediately," Su Ming said.

Zijin raised her hand, and a silencing barrier enveloped the operations room.

"Let me tell you about the entanglement between me and the dragon," the girl said. "Forty-four years ago, I was attacked on Ling Island and was forced to transform into a bone dragon on the verge of death. In the past, bone dragons were born by necromancers who stole the remains of dragons, and the control of the bone dragon was in the hands of the necromancers."

“I’ve heard of such things,” Su Ming replied. “Usually, dragons will pulverize necromancers, while bone dragons will be taken back to the dragon tomb for burial.”

"Yes, but what makes me special is that I transform myself autonomously, possessing free will, which leads to the dragon race—"

"Wait a minute, how does your soul reside?" Su Ming interrupted.

Physical undead creatures cannot preserve their souls and must be paired with a corresponding phylactery as a container.

Alternatively, one could transform part of the soul into a spirit-like undead, like Miao Xin, who is divided into a skeleton and a vengeful spirit, but Zi Jin is clearly not one of those cases. As a rapidly improving necromancer, Su Ming already understood all of this.

Both of these methods have significant side effects.

“My human bloodline was separated from Atia, and she nurtured me into a human baby, making me a special life casket,” Violet explained. “This is the origin of Elisa’s form.”

Su Ming's mouth dropped open in surprise. "No wonder you said you were human—in your magical world, is life so easy to manipulate?!"

“On the contrary, it’s extremely troublesome and the cost is enormous. I’m the only case!” Violet sighed. “The secret I’m about to tell you, please keep it a secret. First, you should already know about my mother, Atia.”

"Yes, the title is Shattered Light Sword Saint, a renowned Saint-level warrior, the ceiling of combat power in your world."

In terms of pure combat class characteristics, spellcasters are generally recognized as the strongest class overall, while warriors have always been at a disadvantage. However, at the Saint rank, these seemingly ordinary spellcasters become the overlords of all other combat classes, invincible in one-on-one combat!
"The sword of light in her hand is actually the sword form of the Divine Blessed Scepter, the 'Unyielding Blade'—I use the scepter only because I haven't yet grasped the form that suits me."

"Uh, are there many divine favored ones?" Su Ming asked, somewhat puzzled.

“No, just one. God’s favor will only choose the one who is most recognized, and it is normal for the holder to change. A year ago, He gave up on Atiya and chose the current Pope Augustus, and recently it was changed to me.” Violet recalled, “Speaking of which, I haven’t been in contact with my mother Atiya since I was wanted, and I haven’t inquired about the details.”

"So, Lady Atia used the power of divine favor to create a hybrid of human and dragon, and then separated from you when you were critically injured and on the verge of death, and conceived Elisa?" Su Ming asked.

Zi Jin shook her head. "It's not that simple. Sebastian was in charge of the technical aspects, along with Master Hoder. Life alchemy is taboo; even Siwo didn't know about it. We mustn't let this get out, as it will damage the reputations of Sebastian and Hoder."

Sebastian, the greatest medical scholar of the Western Continent, also known as the Silver Pheasant, passed away more than a decade ago.

Hoddle, an alchemist known as the Bronze Cormorant, and also Beanie's teacher, died in an accident a year ago. Unexpectedly, he also dabbled in human alchemy, a gray area that receives mixed reviews in academic circles.

"Uh... then why are you telling me all this?" Su Ming was somewhat surprised.

“You are essentially my doctor now, and I can feel your care for me.” Violet clasped her hands together, tightening her grip slightly. “Okay, I should be honest about some things. For example, it’s not that I can’t drink juice, it’s just that I’m very resistant to you planning my diet.”

"Did I do something that made you hate me?" Su Ming was shocked; he really hadn't expected this.

“No, I don’t hate it! These things remind me of how Siwo took care of me when I was a child—I’m not saying I hate Siwo.” Violet paused, unsure how to express this feeling.

Su Ming did not interrupt.

Zijin calmed down a bit. "I've been living alone for years, and I've never had such a close relationship with people. Is there something wrong with me?"

Su Ming thought about it seriously for a moment, "I didn't think you were weird or withdrawn." However, he still didn't understand the other person's feelings, and could only guess, "Is it because this kind of life makes you uncomfortable in many ways?"

"Habit?" The girl thought for a moment. "For example, even though the food you make for me is much tastier, I'll still eat a raw potato if I see one?"

"Purple Violet!" Su Ming exclaimed angrily, "I told you not to eat raw food anymore!"

The girl stuck out her tongue. "I'm sorry!"

"In short, I was not born normally, and it was by chance that I possessed both a ghost and a human body." Violet quickly changed the subject. "The dragon race eventually allowed this situation, and to this day I am still a member of the dragon race."

"The dragons have such a broad sense of racial identity!" Su Ming exclaimed.

“The Dragon Culture values ​​every individual,” Zijin explained. As a small and low-fertility group, without corresponding cultural support, they would have been eliminated by history long ago.

"Then what's with this pursuit?" Su Ming was puzzled.

"My first form was a fairy dragon, possessing affinity-level talents in the four elements of wind, water, fire, and earth. After transforming into a bone dragon, I supplemented my dark element power. Later, as the Elisa form grew, I also mastered the light element—and that's how I became the six-winged magic dragon."

"What does 'six wings' mean?"

Zijin shrugged. "I've encountered some problems. The fairy dragon's elemental affinity talent hasn't been fully integrated, and its dark element is relatively weak. But if it can be fully developed and mastered, it can probably be considered a strong one at the Saint level."

Su Ming gasped, "All Saint-level spellcasters?"

With her unparalleled spellcasting abilities, coupled with the battlefield-defining domain 'Natural Rhythm'—no wonder she chose this path!

"Hmm." Zi Jin's voice carried an undisguised smugness. "The strongest among the dragons are kings. If this continues, I will become the next Dragon King!"

Imagine a bone dragon becoming the Dragon King, the scene is too beautiful, no wonder the dragon race is searching for her all over the world!

Even the undead are not creations of nature, and it's one thing for them to be members born under special circumstances. But if they were to become the king of a race, it would inevitably cause dissatisfaction and discontent among many members. For example, noble golden dragons and elegant silver dragons would absolutely not recognize them.

This led to a split within the dragon race. For a race with such a small individual population, this was a huge crisis.

"Dragon King Ge Zelie is very old and will weaken at any time. So the dragon clan is in a hurry, which is the situation we are facing now."

"Understood." Su Ming nodded. "I will take these into account in my tactical considerations."

"Thank you for your hard work. What was the Federation's response?"

"Just go back to a random rendezvous point, and a few days later send a message saying the ship is broken and we can't go. I need time to prepare the underwater vehicle."

“We can’t just reply like that. Catherine can deduce a lot from the smallest details,” Violet warned. “Even if she knows we’re lying, she can still get information.”

“Unfortunately, I’m best at dealing with these kinds of wise men.” Su Ming smiled, reached out and pinched out a round bone bead, then tossed it onto the sand table. The bone bead rolled back and forth, finally stopping near an island.

"Alright, reply with this address. She likes to scheme, let her outwit the bone beads!"
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Su Ming switched his focus to Earth and began searching for information related to unmanned underwater vehicles.

It seems that quite a few factories make this; it's used in marine aquaculture, scientific research, underwater photography, and so on.

He and Miao Xin quickly selected a manufacturer.

"Time is tight, we need to hurry," Su Ming said.

"Then I'll head over tonight and talk to the factory about placing the order tomorrow morning," Miao Xin said.

[Would a face-to-face meeting be feasible?] Su Ming couldn't help but worry. Although Miao Xin's dressing skills had improved greatly during this period, she probably still wasn't good enough to face people up close in normal lighting.

"I didn't master your pulse stun technique." Miao Xin brought up another matter. "I don't know where I went wrong with it, but it has no offensive power at all, and it doesn't stun at all."

【That--】

"As a result, by sheer accident, it became able to interfere with thinking," Miao Xin said smugly. "Those affected will unconsciously avoid me."

[Avoidance?] Su Ming didn't understand.

"It's just that subconsciously I don't pay much attention to myself," Miao Xin said.

Is this triggering a subconscious defense mechanism? Su Ming never expected it to develop this way. [You must be a genius in this area.]

A genius in the power of vengeful spirits? That doesn't sound like a compliment.

Let's assume that's the case for now.
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That evening, the White Triangle arrived at Earthworm Island and successfully made contact with supplies.

In addition to artillery shells, fifty tons of alchemical explosives, and three hundred tons of various materials and rare ores, Su Ming also supplied a ton of food. The advantage of having a large number of zombies began to show, and the cargo was quickly loaded onto the ship.

This time, two tons of oil-related derivatives were added. The otherworldly oil industry is too fragmented and has a narrow range of applications, making this scale of procurement challenging even for the Chamber of Commerce.

His research on oil-related information yielded results: crude oil was found naturally seeping from the ground in Naga territory. This news greatly encouraged Su Ming, as it represented the possibility of obtaining it in large quantities at low cost.

The Naga people have almost no trade relations with the outside world, so establishing connections and procuring goods will take time. But this is only the first step; the real challenge lies in building crude oil fractionation and refining production lines. Only after these are completed can a supply of oil be secured.

Otherwise, the hundred or so grams of fuel he painstakingly converted by expending a great deal of magic to reconstruct molecules wouldn't even fill a cup, let alone power any mechanical equipment.

The efficiency of Summoning All Things in combining compounds cannot be infinitely improved with proficiency. Su Ming gradually understood the essence of his Summoning All Things—the energy for molecular reconstruction is provided by magic. The fuel summoned through recombination can provide a calorific value equal to the magic he consumes.

This approach, which is counterproductive, is far less effective than simply having him use magic to do the work; at least there would be no loss in the process.

Without solving the fuel problem, internal combustion engine technology will never be unlocked. The internal combustion engine is a key technological cornerstone; at present, it cannot be used in any equipment with slightly higher power requirements, let alone aircraft, which have extremely demanding requirements for power stability, continuity, and energy efficiency per unit weight.

However, some preparation was worthwhile, so Su Ming entrusted the procurement of crude oil to the Blue-Eyed Merchant Guild of Violet. Subsequent matters, such as refining equipment, were added to the to-do list.

Some loose items were locked in a large wooden crate. The zombies carried it onto the ship, and the unicorn used the corresponding unlocking spell to open the crate.

"Miss Chestnut Owl, here are the materials for the magic array you requested." Qi Luo pulled a large bag out of the box. Although she was small in human form, she was incredibly strong.

"So much replenishment? You haven't been consuming much lately," Su Ming asked her.

“We’ve got Yeshia’s body, haven’t we?” Violet explained. “I’m going to make a terrifying skeleton.”

Since the Bell of Calamity was made from the corpse of the Dwarf King, Violet planned to use the corpse of Yesia instead, a case of giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"Saint-level materials." Qi Luo's tone was somewhat sour. "Really extravagant."

Su Ming glanced at the two black and white skeletons who were working silently, but said nothing.

She pulled a large bag out of the box. "Mr. Su Ming, your alchemical medical supplies."

Su Ming took it, and suddenly felt a heavy weight in his hand. It's always good to have something from the healer's side, and learning some things about this other world is also beneficial.

Qiluo pulled out more than a dozen cans with their labels torn off from the box. "So much milk powder?"

"What's wrong with cooking it?" Su Ming asked.

"But this one—never mind."

Finally, there was a small package. Qiluo almost fell into the box before being pulled out. "Let me see, cod liver oil and children's calcium tablets, strawberry flavored."

Su Ming grabbed it, saying, "Mine, I have a habit of eating these before bed."

The cod liver oil was originally intended to supplement Zijin's vitamin intake, as she doesn't drink fruit juice or eat many vegetables. As for calcium, it's inevitable that she'll need it during her growth spurt.

Zijin grabbed Su Ming's arm. "Children, growth, calcium supplements?"

"This is the only medicine on the list provided by Angie," Su Ming explained, vehemently denying that he had made this choice intentionally.

"Why did you buy it for me? Don't give me that excuse about eating it yourself. Don't you eat strawberries?" Violet questioned.

On the contrary, strawberries are her favorite flavor.

Su Ming's mind raced. The scholar clearly disliked being treated like a child, even when facing Xiwo. "I've always been very grateful for your care," he said slowly. "I hope to repay you in some way!"

This answer surprised Violet: "I'll take care of you?"

"There's a lot," Su Ming replied, "They've taught me about this world, how to fight and survive in this cruel world." "I believe care should be mutual, so—"

Zijin tossed the medicine bottle in her hand. This reason was acceptable. "Fine, I won't hold it against you for choosing the children's flavor."

Passed! Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Luo rested her elbows on the box in a V-shape, propping up her face, and stared at the two of them with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Su Ming asked.

"Finished talking? Let's continue counting." She stood up, muttering, "I really don't understand what's so interesting about arguing about the taste of calcium tablets."

Zi Jin froze, then slowly turned her head. "You can hear my communication with Su Ming?"

"Huh? Are you using wind communication magic?" Qi Luo exclaimed in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice!" She shook her head. "The wind is my friend. Sending me a private message is no different from speaking directly!"

The Staff of the End reverted to its original size, and Violet reached out and grasped it. "I haven't sparred with the Unicorn yet, Miss Qiluo, would you mind having a friendly match?"

Qi Luo blinked her big eyes. This was the first time she had encountered something like this. "I'm just a plant cultivator, not a combatant!"

"Then let's have a hand-to-hand combat contest. You use your physical body, and I won't use magic." Violet smiled kindly.

Qi Luo thought about it and realized that this wasn't a bad idea; she couldn't possibly be at a disadvantage. "Okay!"

Su Ming sighed and walked behind Zi Jin. Sure enough, the girl leaned against him and slumped down. The next moment, a huge bone dragon rushed out from under the deck, spreading its wings in the moonlight.

"Little Unicorn, let's have a good spar!"

(End of this chapter)