Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 242 The War of Attrition of Violet
"Light of Purification!"

A pure white light shone down, dispelling the negative effects on the silver mask. The assassin's dizziness subsided, and the tinnitus disappeared.

With just one glance, he locked onto Ruogejin's figure again, and in a flash, he launched another surprise attack.

Ruogejin blocked with his staff, the sound of metal clashing echoing across the snowfield. He was forced to retreat a few steps, a growing sense of irritation creeping into his heart.

Rugojin wanted Evanbel to fight the assassin Silver Mask, but the latter wouldn't have his way. Both were seasoned veterans of the battlefield, and neither could easily outmaneuver the other.

Then go after the healer!
To his dismay, the seemingly delicate healer was anything but easy to deal with. Several sneak attacks were effortlessly deflected by her, as calmly as a seasoned hunter.

For a fleeting moment, Rugojin even suspected that the healer intended to rush up and strike him with magic.

If this drags on, there's no hope of a decisive victory in the short term. And Lord Abigail's orders—this master only ever cares about the results!

No more delay!
Ruoge made a snap decision and plunged his staff into the snow. Earth magic surged forth from the tip of the staff like a tidal wave. The surrounding snow churned violently, and hard rocks burst from the ground, clinging to his body as if they were living things.

"Giant Rock Transformation Technique!"

As more and more rocks attached themselves, Roggen's body rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a five-meter-tall rock giant. He stretched his newly grown rock arms, charged towards Genndal, and slammed his fist, imbued with rich earth magic, down with a whooshing sound.

"boom!"

The shockwave ripped away all the surrounding snow, revealing the frozen, iron-hard earth beneath. The spot where Grendel stood was blasted into a three-meter-diameter crater by the residual force of the punch, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

Earth-type Battle Mage!

The empty-handed Silver Mask approached from behind, its silver blade gleaming coldly, and with all its might, slashed across Rogkin's back. The hard rock armor was cut open, and even the bloodstains from the blade's tip could be faintly seen.

But Ruogejin merely sneered, and with a surge of earth magic, the rock armor on his back instantly returned to its original state.

Gerus raised her hand to cast a healing spell, a soft green light enveloping Gendel. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she abruptly looked up, her expression changing drastically, "Oh no!"

Gerus looked up and, sure enough, found that Evanbel had taken the opportunity to escape the battlefield and was rushing towards the Youth Civilization.

Even more alarming was that behind him were more than sixty bear-man warriors, charging forward like a tidal wave following their chieftain.

As Gekin raised his petrified giant fist, earth magic coalesced into a tangible halo around it. Gendel, not to be outdone, unleashed an even brighter holy light upon his arms.

"boom!"

The two enormous forces collided again, and a large amount of rubble broke off from Rogkin's arm, but was quickly filled by newly formed rocks.

Grendel grunted and took two steps back. Gerus's healing spell followed again, and holy light healed his injuries like flowing water.

Gerndar knew that the opposing Rogkin was also suffering significant losses, but at this rate, his side would be unable to break away and intercept the bears.

The assassin Silver Mask can leave at any time, but when facing the thick-skinned Evanbel, the assassin's effectiveness is very limited.

Jelus made a quick decision, unleashing a series of enhancement spells on her teammates. "Roguen won't last long if he keeps going like this. Attack with all your might and take him down first!"

"Alright!" Silver Mask and Gendel responded simultaneously, and charged forward once more!

****
High in the sky on the other side, the battle was equally fierce.

Abigail raised her staff high, and wind and water magic intertwined around her, forming a dazzling vortex. The light at the tip of the staff grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a blinding blue-green beam that shot straight down.

Ice Blade Tornado!

A raging hurricane, carrying countless sharp ice shards, completely enveloped the area where Violet stood. The girl's shield flickered violently under such a fierce attack, its surface rippling with waves.

After discovering that Violet's domain was "Natural Rhythm," Abigail decisively changed tactics and switched to using this pure elemental damage spell.

Faced with the simple and brutal elemental area-of-effect attacks, Violet didn't have a good way to deal with them and could only keep strengthening her shield to withstand the attacks.

The "natural rhythms" restricted the enemy, and also restricted herself.

Moreover, even without expanding her domain, Violet cannot use high-powered spells that distort the laws—this would bring severe backlash.

Violet reinforced her shield again, a provocative smile playing on her lips. "You're at a disadvantage with this kind of exchange, grandma!"

Actually not.

Although Violet traded less magic power for Abigail's greater output, her opponent was far more skilled in control. Coupled with Abigail's advantage in magic reserves, even with this strategy, Violet would be the first to run out of mana!

"No rush, little girl, you're very pretty." Abigail's eyes gleamed with a disgusting greed. "I've decided to turn you into a doll and keep you as a permanent possession!"

As the duration of "Ice Blade Tornado" ended, Abigail raised her hand again, and a new incantation quickly formed in her mouth:
"A sigh from eternal winter!"

The biting wind transformed into countless ice blades, once again enveloping the violet. The extreme cold caused the moisture in the air to instantly condense into tiny ice crystals, shimmering dangerously in the sunlight.

****
On the distant mountaintop, Su Ming and Iser cleanly and efficiently dealt with the second wave of bear-men. This time, even with the temptation of the Heavenly Mother Bear, no bear-men dared to advance and risk their lives.

The two moved quickly in this direction, looking for an opportunity to join the battle.

Just then, Abigail suddenly stopped attacking and slowly landed on a nearby hilltop. Violet also stopped and stood ready on the opposite hilltop.

"What's wrong, Grandma? Is your arthritis acting up again?"

Zijin flexed her fingers; the down jacket was very effective, as the icy wind couldn't penetrate it. Combined with the protection of her robes, she was even slightly sweaty after this fight.

"Little brat." A dangerous glint flashed in Abigail's cloudy eyes. "The first thing I'll do after I turn you into a collectible is tear your arrogant mouth apart!"

“Oh dear, we’re quite friendly towards Yesia’s corpse,” Violet tilted her head innocently. “Would you like to take a look?”

The mere mention of Jehia ignited Abigail's fury.

About two months ago, it was the very same owl before me who, together with the Bone King, launched a surprise attack on Snail Island, brutally murdering the still-wounded Ice Maiden Yesia. At that time, Abigail was on her way to provide support, but she missed the enemy!
Subsequently, the organization faced simultaneous investigations and crackdowns from various parties, suffering heavy losses on the periphery—which was absolutely related to the two of them.

Today is the perfect day to settle both old and new scores!
The domain transmitted a message of success, and Abigail's wrinkled face broke into a sinister smile. "Little girl, have you forgotten something?" A chilling light gleamed in her cloudy eyes. "We've been fighting for so long, and I haven't even used my domain yet!"

Abhigay suddenly clenched his five fingers, making a grasping motion.

In Zijin's sea of ​​consciousness, countless translucent threads suddenly materialized, enveloping her consciousness as if they were living things. These threads tightened more and more, almost piercing into the depths of her soul.

"What is this!" Zijin exclaimed, cupping her face in her hands.

"Puppet Threads! How does my domain 'Silk Puppet Prison' taste!" Seeing the horrified expression on Violet's face, Abigail laughed triumphantly, "You, as a Holy Maiden of the Temple, have such a weak mental defense!"

"Bastard!" Violet struggled desperately against the binding threads, only to find that the more she resisted, the tighter the threads became.

In what seemed like an evenly matched battle, Abigail unleashed her domain, silently eroding Violet's mental defenses. And mental defense, unfortunately, was the scholar's weakest point!

"How does it feel to be tricked, you brat!" Bige's smile was sinister and terrifying. She focused her mind, and her spiritual power began to invade along the threads.

Violet immediately felt a brute force pushing her away from her body, bit by bit. In this mental confrontation, she was defeated step by step, until finally her legs gave way and she knelt on the snow.

"Die!" Iser suddenly appeared from the side, raising his greatsword to slash at Abigail.

Abigail frowned. Although Iser's strength was outstanding among the younger generation, it was still not enough in the eyes of a powerhouse of her caliber.

However, she is currently focused on invading Violet and needs to maintain her focus. Furthermore, Violet's mental defenses are only relatively weak, not truly without resistance!
She raised her staff, creating a shield to block Ysser's attack, and then a spell orb knocked him back.

"Don't rush, little girl, you're next!" Abigail said coldly.

****
"Bah!"

Gerndale and Roggen collided fists again. Rock fragments flew everywhere, and the two figures, one large and one small, were separated by the impact.

Grendel was breathing heavily, his Light Warrior robes were torn, and the blood he was coughing up had soaked through his chest.

On the other hand, the battle mage Rogjin was also in a sorry state. His once solid rock armor was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and his repair speed was significantly slower.

Silverface seized the opportunity, his figure flashing like a ghost in front of Ruogejin. His dagger precisely pierced the crack in the rock armor, drawing out a line of crimson blood.

He deftly withdrew before Gerndahl's heavy punch landed.

Ruogjin didn't pursue in vain. He took a deep breath, and earthen-yellow magic surged around him. The shattered rock armor reformed, and the two sides were once again locked in a stalemate.

In just a few minutes of intense fighting, Rogkin's magic power had been depleted by nearly half. But he had no choice—if he didn't maintain this clumsy posture and high-intensity exertion, he simply couldn't simultaneously restrain the paladin and healer on the other side, and also have to guard against the elusive silver-masked assassin.

Rugojin felt a little regretful. He originally thought that Silver Mask would go after the bear-man Evanbel, but he did not expect that the other party would decisively choose to attack him with all his might.

(End of this chapter)