Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 249 The dead girl
Su Ming had been watching Iser closely. Upon noticing something amiss, he immediately swung his whip, pulling the girl back to the ground. He swiftly grabbed Iser's hands, twisted them behind her back, and fastened the metal rings on her wrists.

As the runes flashed, Iser's magic was sealed—this was a prison bracelet that Newman had hastily made, specifically for dealing with this situation.

When Iser opened his eyes again, his once clear eyes had become cloudy, and his gaze revealed the same gloom as Abigail's.

Abigail in the sky wore the same sinister smile. There are always those who, with this naive idea, try to bind the targets controlled by her mind.

Therefore, as the manipulator, her greatest skill is breaking these kinds of constraints!

Abigail raised his hand, and magic flowed down the puppet threads, instantly casting a disintegration spell on the bracelet.

Although Iser's magic was sealed, her own was not!

The first layer of runes on the bracelet crumbled, but the core function continued to operate. Abigail didn't mind and continued casting spells—this operation was so familiar to her that she was practically an expert at deciphering alchemical artifacts.

The second layer of runes on the bracelet resisted stubbornly for two seconds before being broken, followed by a third layer. This made Abigail slightly take notice—the maker was quite skilled!

Su Ming sensed something was wrong and immediately cast a binding spell to entangle Iser. However, as Newman's hastily made bracelet failed, Iser immediately erupted with intense light-based battle aura, breaking free of the spell, and the metal bracelet, now devoid of rune enhancement, shattered.

The next moment, Su Ming was struck hard in the abdomen, and he fell backward. Iser's attack was ruthless and merciless, clearly indicating that he was completely controlled by Abigail.

The wounded Silverface was climbing out of the snow pit, his leather armor tattered and torn. He grabbed Fenrir's Beard, his hands bleeding profusely from the surging magic, but he stubbornly continued to interfere with Abigail's attempt to break free of his restraints.

Without hesitation, the manipulated Iser charged toward him.

Abigail's intention was very clear: by eliminating Silverface, the manipulator of the chains, she could quickly break free from these damned chains and regain her freedom!
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Su Ming was struck by Iser's punch, and his body slid across the snow, leaving two deep furrows. He endured the excruciating pain in his abdomen, quickly regained his balance, and lashed out with his thorny whip, tightly binding Iser and restraining her.

"Don't go anywhere!" Su Ming grabbed Iser.

However, Iser was too strong. With a forceful struggle, Abigail manipulated the girl and pulled Su Ming to the ground, causing him to stagger.

A halo of interwoven green and gold suddenly appeared beneath Su Ming's feet, and on the hillside not far behind him, Qi Luo's long horns were glowing:

"The Moon's Offering!"

"Sorry, the moon hasn't risen yet, this is all I can do," the unicorn messaged.

That's enough!

Taking advantage of the momentum, Su Ming sprang to his feet, gripping the long whip tightly with both hands. His magical power flowed along the whip, forcefully suppressing Iser's strength. Iser, who had just begun to run wildly, was pulled to a stop and then dragged back step by step.

Abigail, who was in the air, saw that Su Ming was still in the way and wanted to control him again, but found that the cocoon of light on his body had disappeared—Su Ming had activated 'Double Ring Replacement' before he came and returned the puppet silk cocoon to the scholar.

At this moment, Zi Jin's mind was in a state of confusion. Binding her consciousness would actually reduce the damage caused by the fluctuations. Su Ming had a feeling of putting an Elizabethan collar on a cat.

The mental strength of these two people is so similar! Abigail was furious. They exchanged negative statuses as if it were child's play, it was practically cheating!

Abigail had no choice but to take matters into his own hands again, unleashing a wind spell at Silver Mask. The latter was crushed to the ground, his ribs breaking, yet he still clung tightly to Fenrir's Beard, refusing to let go even as the chains dug into his flesh.

Out of the corner of his eye, Abigail also noticed that the annoying pink-haired healer, and that handsome—no, that greasy middle-aged paladin—had also crawled out of the snow.

This is never going to end!

Abigail felt a sharp pain in her chest, and with each breath, moisture was being drawn from her alveoli. Her nasal cavity was also bleeding profusely, caused by extensive damage to the mucous membranes due to dryness.

The Wither spell's dispelling progress is only halfway done!
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Abigail's pale eyes were bloodshot. She suddenly noticed the mithril wing armor on Iser and quickly deciphered it. This type of general-purpose equipment was equipped with specific spells, which she recognized with little effort. She activated the runes on the wing armor, and a silver light began to flow across the surface of the armor.

Su Ming's heart tightened. He had witnessed the power of the mithril wing armor firsthand in the battle just now. If the controlled Iser were to break free, the situation would spiral out of control!

Abigail doesn't need to care about the lives of those being manipulated, yet they are constrained!

Su Ming made a decisive move, and pale energy condensed in his hand!

"Depressing Words, Strange Things Disintegrated!"

Dark energy surged along the thorny whip, rushing like a tide towards Iser's mithril wing armor. The meticulously engraved runes twisted and crumbled under the corrosive gray light. Brilliant colors exploded on Iser's body, like fireworks bursting in a festival.

The cloak and mithril wing armor on Iser turned into tiny specks of light, which scattered in the cold wind.

When the light faded, a small monster doll with a green back and white belly appeared within the bindings of Su Ming's whip.

Su Ming blinked, and then realized that it wasn't a doll at all—under Iser's armor, he was actually wearing an adorable baby pajama! Two rows of white blunt triangles were sewn on the chest, simulating monster teeth, below which were two furry claw patterns, and a fluffy tail was attached to the back of his buttocks, swaying from side to side with his struggling movements.

When she realized what she looked like, she suddenly stopped moving!
On a small hilltop atop the distant Him Cave, the entire Arbiter squad stood in a row, their eyes fixed intently on the battle unfolding before them. Several captured bear-man warriors were also held captive beside them. "Miss Iser, you actually have such an adorable side!" Zeflin exclaimed, nearly dropping the cigarette in his hand—a trophy Rupert had somehow found.

The outcome of this battle determined the fate of these people. Victory meant celebration, defeat meant drowning... oh, burial.

But seeing this scene is definitely worth it!

On the other side, Kira's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape. "This seems even more shameful than not wearing anything at all—"

A whole new world is beckoning to unicorns!

But she couldn't forget her primary duty. She channeled even more magic into Su Ming, [Hey, give it your all, get that mascot costume off too!]

【…】

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In this eerie atmosphere, Abigail was horrified to discover that Iser's consciousness, which had been firmly bound by the silk cocoon, suddenly erupted with an incomprehensible and stubborn power.

Those usually invincible and resilient puppet threads were now being torn apart by Iser like a fragile spider web.

Abigail's head throbbed with excruciating pain, as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer. This backlash was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She hastily withdrew the puppet silk and relinquished control of Iser.

With tears welling in her eyes, Issey, now free, glared at Su Ming with a mixture of shame and indignation before pouncing on Abigail like an enraged lioness.

Su Ming felt a chill in his heart, withdrew his long whip, and also got up and pounced on Abigai.

If you hit her, you can't hit me!

On the ground, Silverface, Gerus, and Grendel looked at each other in their disheveled state. Silverface's hands were so tightly bound by chains that the white bone was exposed; Gerus's off-white robes were torn and stained with mud and blood; the holy light emanating from the paladin had also dimmed considerably.

The three exchanged a knowing glance.

Gerus and Grendel immediately stood up and rushed toward Abigail.

"No, someone come and help me pull the chains!" Silver Mask shouted anxiously, his helpless voice drifting away in the wind.

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In mid-air, Su Ming's whip wrapped around Abigai's body.

With the pressure on his hands greatly reduced, Silverface felt a surge of emotion. This was a truly reliable comrade-in-arms!

Su Ming was unaware of what Silver Mask was thinking. He was condensing the strange object to separate, but suddenly realized that Abigail was still connected to "Fenrir's Beard".

It wouldn't matter if the sacred object exploded, but Su Ming realized that it would be a huge loss if he lost Abigail's spoils!

Su Ming quickly changed his spell:
"Devastating Words - Arcane Energy Collapses!"

With the added magic of the unicorn, Abigail, already at her limit, was completely unable to resist. Her defensive spells were stripped away layer by layer, and all kinds of barriers and spells collapsed like a kaleidoscope.

This once formidable Saint-level expert, after suffering repeated heavy blows and being severely dehydrated by the continuous erosion of the "Terrifying Withering Technique," has finally reached the point of exhaustion.

She managed to raise her arm a few times as a token resistance, but under the relentless onslaught, she lost her strength, and the cloudy light in her eyes went out like a candle flickering in the wind.

As Iser's final, furious punch landed, Abigail's body went limp, his life force fading away. This once feared Saint-level expert had perished in this icy wasteland.

A deafening cheer erupted on the battlefield, and everyone was immersed in the joy of victory—except for Iser.

With lightning speed, Gerald pulled off Silverface's tattered cloak and hurriedly draped it over Iser, then expertly began the work of calming him down.

After snapping a series of photos, Su Ming calmly put his phone back into his tactical vest, then turned and ran.

On the hillside, he picked up the newly awakened Violet and continued away from this place of trouble.

"Why are you running?" Violet asked groggily, her voice still weak. "We clearly won, so why does it look like we're fleeing in defeat?"

Su Ming lowered his voice and asked, "Do you want to perform the Divine Favor Soul Devouring act in front of everyone?"

Violet suddenly realized, then revealed a mischievous smile, "So, you're afraid of being seen molesting Abigail's corpse?"

Su Ming staggered, "Don't mention such terrifying things!"

If that really happens, it's hard to say whether he or Iser will be more despicable!
(End of this chapter)