Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 248 The Violet's Trap

In the center of the battlefield, Violet easily neutralized the wind blade matrix and immediately began preparing a large-scale attack spell.

Trying to create distance and run? The scholar with aimbot activated is fearless!

Violet raised the scepter high with both hands, and the surrounding magic began to surge wildly, even changing the color of the sky.

Abigail keenly sensed Violet's actions and witnessed her magic power gathering, emitting a chilling fluctuation.

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but reason told her it was pointless. The wretched dimensional scepter was still in Violet's hand, now stained black by the infused dark energy. Lightning-shaped black cracks leaped around her, leaving only pale marks in their wake.

Dark magic?

Abigail suddenly became alert. In today's battle, Violet's dark magic attacks had been the most painful for her. Although it didn't match historical records, dark magic was indeed the former Holy Maiden of Light's strongest attack method now!

Abigail immediately strengthened the "Water Curtain" defense beside him, and the originally azure water curtain was layered into a deep blue.

Under the influence of 'Natural Rhythms,' both of them could only use the purest elemental attacks or defenses. Ordinary spells were naturally insufficient in this level of confrontation; judging from the current situation, Violet would have to resort to—

"Chaos Annihilation!"

The clear and melodious sound of the violet carried far in the wind, and then a huge surge of dark energy rushed in like a tsunami, swallowing up even the light in its path!

I knew it was this! Abigail thought to himself.

She had a plan: first, use the curtain form to weaken the energy impact, then deflect most of the damage, and if necessary, detonate the "Water Curtain" to take away the remaining aftershocks.

Her only goal was to escape the battlefield. Once she created distance, even the favor of the dimensional will couldn't change that outcome.

However, just as the black energy was about to strike, the runes covering it suddenly reformed into a completely new form.

『Celestial Illusion - Chaotic Annihilation - False!』

The false images shattered, the real runic formulas flowed, and the dark torrents unfolded strangely into a spherical barrier, completely enveloping Abigail within it.

"Abidagil - Terrifying Withering Technique!"

Paleness pervades the air, and the originally stable natural rules are forcibly distorted!
Centered on Abigail, all moisture and water elements were rapidly repelled. Her meticulously constructed "Water Curtain" defense instantly crumbled, shattering without a trace!
Even more frightening, Abhijit's body was also losing water! Her lips began to crack, and the wrinkles on her face became even deeper.

"Chestnut Owl!" Abigail roared angrily, but his voice was hoarse and cracked.

What Violet used was not "Chaos Annihilation" at all, but "Abidagil: Terror Withering" - a forbidden spell created by Abidagil, the legendary strongest mage, specifically targeting her forte: water element!

The 'Natural Rhythm' domain that originally covered the battlefield has been quietly removed by Violet, making room for this rule-breaking spell to take effect.

But that's not all. Violet, who practices 'Natural Rhythm,' will suffer severe backlash when using this spell—but she still forcibly casts it without hesitation, resulting in mutual destruction!
This was a meticulously designed, deadly trap!

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Suddenly, Violet lost all strength and plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string. Her face was ashen, and a trace of blood remained at the corner of her mouth.

Su Ming immediately leaped into the air and caught the falling girl. He carefully landed on the ground and gently laid Zi Jin on the snow. The girl's breathing was erratic, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was in great pain.

The unicorn Qiluo poked its head out and gently touched the violet's forehead with its horn, a pale green healing light shimmering at the point of contact.

"It's alright, it's just magic overdraft and backlash from the laws." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Find a quiet place for me to treat her, she'll recover in two or three days."

Su Ming's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly. He stood up and turned his gaze to the distant battlefield. "Is there any way to remove the puppet silk cocoon from my body?"

Qilu shook her head, her mane fluttering in the cold wind. "I can dispel them, but it's very slow, and I have to get away from their owners first."

That means you can't completely dispel the poison before you can fight again.

"Understood," Su Ming said to Qi Luo. "Shall we all go together?"

The unicorn took a step back on all four hooves, shaking its head frantically, "Don't count on me! The laws I cultivate leave me without any offensive skills!"

"Then what are you doing here?" Su Ming couldn't help but ask.

"Going on a field trip!"

Qi Luo declared confidently. She took the easel from her back, held a paintbrush in her mouth, and deftly propped the easel up with her two front hooves, beginning to paint, looking every bit like a battlefield sketch artist. Su Ming was speechless.

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All around, pale runes rapidly converged, binding Abigail's body like a curse. The sudden dark energy impact caused the old woman to cough up a mouthful of blood. As soon as the blood left her body, the moisture evaporated, leaving only dark red blood clots drifting in the wind.

Abigail's body was also continuously dehydrated!

She channeled her magic, conjuring a wind spell to begin dispelling the effects of the withering spell, while simultaneously accelerating her flight away from the battlefield.

A blue light surrounded her withering body, fighting against the effects of the withering spell. She would be able to escape this predicament in a short time.

But the other side clearly wouldn't give her that opening!
A smoky gray chain suddenly shot out from the ground and precisely wrapped around her leg.

Abigail recognized it as a sacred-grade binding weapon—"Fenrir's Beard." The Temple of Light had spared no expense in dealing with her!
Strangely, the lower half of the chain had an eerie pink hue. After it wrapped around Abigail, this pink hue seemed to have smelled blood and quickly spread towards her.

"Leave your life behind!" The silver-masked voice came from below. His figure followed closely behind the chains, his mask gleaming pink in the sunlight.

He was also covered in a strange pink color.

Abigail unleashed several wind blades, striking the pink-faced man mid-air. Even his agile dodges were futile.

Gerus flew over and cast a magic shield in time to protect her teammate from the damage.

At the same time, Grendel's burly figure leaped into the air, grabbing the middle of the chain with one hand, pulling Abigail with the other, and swinging the silver mask below high, like throwing a hammer, and flinging it towards Abigail.

A pink halo crawled across the chains, and Gerndal was also touched by the pink halo on the chains.

The power of the "Forbidden Fruit Pact" immediately washed over him. He watched as the silver-masked figure soared into the air, sunlight dancing on his mask, making him appear both cold and mysterious. The assassin's hair danced in the wind, enhancing his heroic bearing.

A sudden, inexplicable impulse surged within Grendel, and he felt an urge to pull Silver Mask back to his side.

But having been through many battles, he stopped himself from having such thoughts and just glared at Gerus with a very resentful look.

Gerus also realized that her playful spell had interfered with her companions, but now there was no chance to dispel it.

She blessed and strengthened Grendel, bringing his power to its peak!
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Above, Abigail intended to break free of the "Fenrir's Mustache" restraints, but was pulled off balance by the sudden increase in power of Gerndar, and had to divert his magic to fight back.

To make matters worse, Silver Mask, with the help of his companions, pounced again.

Due to the effects of the 'Terrifying Withering Spell,' Abigail was unable to use water magic. With a flick of her finger, the raging wind elements instantly condensed into a massive whirlwind, howling and enveloping the Silver Mask entirely. With a muffled thud, the Silver Mask was slammed heavily into the snow, the impact so great that all the snow within a ten-meter radius was blown away, revealing the dark brown frozen soil beneath.

Silver Mask suffered the heaviest blow since the start of the war, spitting out a mouthful of blood that spilled from under the mask.

But this delay allowed the pink on the chains to become completely entangled with Abigail.

Abigail initially thought it was some kind of poison or curse and had already put up a corresponding defense, but she was surprised to find that the pink halo permeated her entire body without any hindrance.

When her gaze fell upon Grendel, hanging from the middle of the chain, she suddenly felt a captivating charm emanating from this resolute middle-aged priest. The way he climbed, gripping the chain with one hand, his muscles taut, was simply—

"Aaaaaah!" Abigail roared in humiliation and anger, unleashing a burst of violent wind magic that slammed Gendal into the ground. The hard frozen earth shattered upon impact, sending debris flying in a wide arc.

"How dare you use lewd magic on me!" She looked at the last healer with long pink hair in disbelief; the other's elegant attire contrasted sharply with this despicable method!
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That works too!
Qi Luo gasped in surprise, her paintbrush falling from her mouth and rolling a few times on the snow. As a professional doujinshi artist, she suddenly realized that her wildly imaginative ideas paled in comparison to these practical artists!
And if this story were drawn up, would anyone believe it?
In Abigail's mind, the string of reason snapped in an instant. She turned and charged back at Gerus, raising her hand to unleash "Raging Dragon Whirlwind".

Gerus retreated rapidly, layers of shields glowing around her. But Abigail's vengeful attack was far more powerful than expected, and the shields melted away layer by layer.

After holding out for a few seconds, Jelus was still blasted away by the violent force, crashing heavily into a distant hillside and kicking up a cloud of snow mist.

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Iser's figure swiftly cut into the battlefield.

Because she temporarily sealed Abigail's staff with the use of Zhige, in exchange, she is now unable to use any weapons.

But that didn't stop her from attacking with her fists—the girl leaped high into the air without hesitation and charged at Abigail.

However, the instant she took to the air, her gaze suddenly became unfocused, and her consciousness was firmly locked by the suddenly appearing puppet strings. After a brief moment of stiffness, Iser began to lose control.

(End of this chapter)