Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 243 Mind Control, But?
All three were formidable opponents, and he was struggling to keep up with the odds while fighting alone.

Now, Roggen can only hope that Evanbel will destroy the mysterious vehicle as soon as possible so that he can break free from the "Giant Rock" spell and escape!

In mid-air, Gerald floated lightly, constantly scattering healing light from her hands.

The continuous casting had taken a toll on her, and the enemy's resilience and strength were even more alarming. This three-on-one tug-of-war would clearly need to continue for a while before a result could be determined.

Gerus looked toward the direction of the bone train, where a large group of bear-men had already charged and surrounded it.

Going there to provide assistance now would be too late, as it's already too far away to help!
The mechanical sound of a locomotive starting up could be heard in the wind—but could the heavily damaged Youth Civilization train really escape alive? Gerus asked worriedly.

But the enemy before her was equally formidable, forcing her to refocus and concentrate on the battle at hand.

The roar of the locomotive became increasingly clear.

Gerus couldn't help but glance over again, only to be shocked to find that the locomotive had been disconnected from the carriage, its wide tracks grinding across the snowfield as it accelerated wildly, charging alone towards the bear-man army and their chieftain Evanbel!

Why was this happening? Gerus was confused. Shouldn't the elderly, weak, and disabled people left behind at the base vehicle be making the most of their time to escape?

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Three minutes ago, on the Youth Civilization Unit, in the driver's cab of the Doomsday Motorcycle.

Yunier gripped the user manual tightly, quickly flipping to the last few pages that read, "Do not perform the following operations unless absolutely necessary." Her fingers flew across the touchscreen, disabling safety restrictions one by one.

On the locomotive's external platform, Newman had already released the traction hook at the rear of the locomotive and was disconnecting all connecting wires and various gas and water pipes.

"It's all set here!" Newman shouted, holding up a detached power cable.

“Received!” Yunier took a deep breath and pressed the last bright red button.

"Doomsday mode has been switched!"

"Hurry, hurry!" Qiluo, in her beast form, lay on the control panel, her hooves pounding anxiously on the control panel. "Drive! Drive!"

"God said, 'Don't press randomly!'" the gospel says.

He pulled the handle, and a torrent of steam instantly rushed into the main generator, the hum rapidly increasing, and the power meter needle shot straight to its maximum. A powerful current flowed into the motor, the tracks emitted a piercing screeching sound, and the locomotive surged forward.

Everyone involuntarily leaned back and hurriedly grabbed the handrails to steady themselves.

Freed from the burden of the carriage, the 10-megawatt-level power is entirely used to propel the doomsday motorcycle itself. Looking at the motorcycle alone, its power unit accounts for over 75% of its weight; it can be understood as a muscular monster with a bunch of power units encased in a metal shell!

Its speed instantly soared to 50 kilometers per hour and continued to climb wildly, quickly breaking the 60 mark.

"Whoa!" Qiluo shouted excitedly. As they raced forward, the bear-man ahead was now almost within reach.

Evanbel, charging at the forefront, roared, his powerful hind legs carving deep craters in the snow as his massive body leaped high into the air. His palms, imbued with immense magical power, slammed down with tremendous force onto the front of the Doomsday Motorbike!
Qiluo's single horn suddenly lit up, and its four hooves stomped down heavily. The magic crystals distributed on the motorcycle's shell instantly lit up more than half of them, and a solidified magic shield enveloped the entire motorcycle.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, creating a deafening roar. Evanbel felt as if he had crashed into a moving mountain; his massive body was thrown back with a thud, carving a long furrow in the snow.

The magical shield trembled, withstanding the heavy blow. The doomsday motorcycle only paused slightly before accelerating forward again.

"Hahaha!" Everyone cheered in the locomotive's cab!

"You little brat!" The unicorn raised its hoof and blew off the dust.

"It's just defensive shield technology!" Newman proudly raised his chin. "We have that too!"

Hans blew the whistle, its long, drawn-out sound echoing across the snowfield, mocking the bears.

Evanbel scrambled to his feet from the snow pit, pounding his chest in anger. But when he saw the barely depleted magical shield on the Doomsday Motorbike, a pained expression crept onto his usually ferocious bear face.

The doomsday vehicle quickly reached a speed of 70 kilometers per hour, its huge tracks carving two deep furrows in the snow-covered ground, and the swirling snow spray splashed to both sides like giant white waves.

Viewed from the front, this steel behemoth resembled a furious ancient mammoth, roaring as it charged towards the bear-men's lines. The tracks tore through the hard frozen ground, producing a chilling roar.

Even the most fearless bear-man warriors were forced to scramble to the sides. Though they were fanatical, they weren't foolish enough to try and withstand such a massive machine with their own flesh and blood.

In an instant, the bear-man warriors' originally orderly charging formation was scattered.

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Hanster Road was clearly unhappy that their aggressive charge had resulted in them getting nothing but a single bear bar; it was a disservice to the coal and charcoal burning brightly in the hearth. He shouted to Gospel, "Let's get something exciting!"

"God said, drift!" The gospel responded, locking the right track of the motorcycle. With a piercing metallic screech, the entire motorcycle lurched violently to the left as if pulled by a tremendous force. Qiluo's horn once again shone brightly, and the runes on the track surface instantly lit up. Ice magic rapidly spread, encasing the track surface in a layer of crystalline ice.

With the magical enhancement, the friction between the tracks and the ground decreased dramatically, allowing the Doomsday Motorbike to sidestep on the snow and execute a perfect drift.

The cross-section that was originally five meters in the direction of travel immediately became thirty meters! The huge bone iron locomotive swept over the bear crowd with a majestic posture.

"God said, get the hell out of here!"

The sudden change caught the bear-men off guard; more than a dozen bear-men couldn't avoid it and were directly pulled under the tracks. Instantly, the crisp sound of bones shattering accompanied the screams that stopped abruptly, and blood and bits of flesh splattered on the white snow, creating a shocking pattern.

The thick steel tracks rolled mercilessly over the ground, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

"yeah!"

The unicorn stretched out its forelegs, Newman extended his bone claws, Gospel stretched out his mechanical arm, and Hanster raised his palm. The four of them completed a triumphant high-five across species in mid-air.

Only Eunice was frantically operating the control panel, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She kept flipping through the user manual while dealing with the constant stream of alarm notifications.

She handles what she can understand with her limited knowledge. As for what she doesn't understand:

"Block...block...ignore...force run..." she muttered to herself, clicking on the options marked with red triangle warnings, "This seems to be the most effective!"

Evanbel, watching from afar, nearly spit fire in his eyes. He pounded his chest in fury and roared to the sky.

Then, the roaring continued...

"Tch, coward!" The unicorn gave the blustering but cowardly bear-man chieftain a disdainful look. Suddenly, she jumped up happily, pointing to the even taller rock giant, Rogkin's avatar, ahead, "Let's go play with that big guy!"

Gospel immediately pulled the handle, and the Doomsday Motorcycle's tracks started moving, shattering the ice above. The entire motorcycle recovered from its drift and corrected its direction to move forward again.

The doomsday motorcycle once again whipped up a flurry of snow, leaving a spectacular snow curtain behind it.

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At the same time, Su Ming finally climbed up the hillside and came to Zi Jin's side.

Seeing the girl lying on the ground with lifeless eyes, he immediately understood the situation: "Mind control skills?"

Abigail seized control of Violet's vocalization, using the girl's vocal cords to produce a stiff voice, "Bone King? Good eye!"

The familiar timbre, yet an unfamiliar, aged tone, with each syllable carrying unnatural pauses and distortions, this eerie incongruity sent chills down Su Ming's spine.

"It was the right decision to kill this disgusting enemy!" he thought to himself.

"So, the reason you, the Bell of Calamity, purchased young girls was to manipulate them and infiltrate the Divine Might Prison!" Su Ming finally understood the whole story.

"The people of the Divine Grace Sea are looking to buy exquisite young girls as playthings. We're just middlemen making a little profit." Abigail, familiar with Violet's voice, began to seize control of the body's magic. She forcibly lifted the girl's hand, and amidst the trembling, a wisp of magic began to gather unstablely.

"You turned those girls into human sex slaves!" Su Ming said sternly.

Judging from the images conveyed in Rupert's letter, Abigail had hidden explosive runes engraved on the girls' bodies. Many girls did not survive this process and were tortured to death.

"To give their insignificant lives for the sounding of the bells of truth," Abigail said in a chilling tone, "is an honor for these ants!"

Su Ming lowered his eyelids, his tone becoming calmer, "You beasts, and the scum of Shen En Hai, none of you will escape."

"Hahaha!" Abigail let out a piercing laugh, "Incompetent barking!"

She intensified her mental suppression, the puppet strings tightening their grip, completely forcing Violet's consciousness into a corner. Now, she finally had complete control over the body's magic circuits. Violet's palms, clad in white wool gloves, began to gather icy energy; a small 'Eternal Winter' spell was rapidly being constructed.

"Come here, I'll take you to see those failed dolls!"

Meanwhile, on Abigail's side, Iser relentlessly charged again, his greatsword slashing at Abigail's shield once more, causing it to shake violently.

Abigail snapped his fingers impatiently, and the girl was immediately enveloped in a rain of icy spikes, thrown into the air, and fell to the ground some distance away.

Iser climbed out of the snow pit, blood trickling from her forehead, but her body was mostly unharmed. The runes on her mithril wing armor shone brightly, dazzling even in the sunlight.

"Not bad equipment!" Abigail remarked after glancing at it.

(End of this chapter)