Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 273 Under the Stars and Sand
Inside the Divine Might Prison.

The "Holy Antelope Horn" was activated the moment the explosion occurred. A cyan magical light curtain cascaded down from the top of the tower, flowing like a waterfall and perfectly connecting with the runes on the thick granite walls surrounding the tower, forming a semi-transparent defensive canopy.

The surface of the light screen was covered with intricate runes that flowed slowly, like a galaxy reflected on the earth.

On the observation deck at the highest point of the main building, Warden Sabina used her Eagle Eye technique to observe the situation in the direction of the coal mine.

Standing beside her was the school principal, Havel. The Divine Grace Sea's defenses were impregnable, so he entrusted the defenses to his deputy and personally led thirty Divine Grace Knights clad in silver armor to provide support.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the two could clearly see the slender figure of a young girl, swaggering around on the ruins of the coal mine, overwhelming the remaining guards.

"It's Elisa!" Sabina gasped.

What chilled the two even more was that while the Saint-level warrior Elisa had already appeared, the Radiant Chanter Hector was still nowhere to be found!
A chill ran down their spines.

"Report to headquarters immediately! It was Elisa who attacked us!" Javier shouted sharply at the communications officer.

With Elisa here, Ainz Ooal Gown must be not far away—she is a far more terrifying enemy than that inexplicable Bell of Calamity!

"Those damned heretics!" Sabina gritted her teeth, then suddenly remembered something, "Wait, didn't they fight the Bell of Calamity at sea? Didn't they become enemies?"

“That’s true.” Javier also looked puzzled. “How did these two forces come to join forces?”

“It’s not impossible that they would collude for profit and divide these prisoners among themselves,” Sabina analyzed smugly.

Havel suddenly remembered Elisa's other identity—Pale Whisper, the false saintess of the Northern Flow Organization!

The headmaster's face turned deathly pale instantly. "Damn it! Those lowly commoners from Beiliu are here too!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of figures cloaked in gray appeared outside the Divine Might Prison. They silently assembled and, separated by the pale blue shield of the 'Holy Antelope Horn,' gazed at the two people on the watchtower.

The cloak fluttered in the wind, and a cold glint could be faintly seen emanating from its inner lining.

Although their faces were obscured, a familiar yet repulsive aura wafted over them—it was the Fire Thief who, by virtue of their lowly blood, dared to plunder the divine covenant!
The appearance of the Northern Migrants faction instantly tightened the atmosphere in the entire Divine Might Prison. The guards unconsciously gripped their weapons; these people were of the same ilk as them—their own kind knew best how to kill their own!

The communications officer stumbled in to report: "Warden, all long-distance communications with the outside world have been completely cut off!"

Sabina's face darkened further. "What about our close communication with Shen Enhai?" she asked anxiously.

"This still works normally."

"Then it's not interference, it's that the relay node for long-distance communication has been cut off!" Sabina murmured. "The enemy's preparations are so thorough!"

This place is far from the glorious holy city, and communication must rely on relays via magic arrays set up in churches throughout the region. In the southern district of the Cold Mountain Kingdom, the Temple of Light has set up four relay points, any one of which can independently complete communication relay.

The fact that all four nodes are now out of contact means that they were destroyed simultaneously—this was clearly a well-planned attack!

Havel looked south with concern. "To go to such lengths... could the royal family of the Cold Mountain Kingdom be involved as well?"

****
At the Shelter Valley launch site, the second batch of four HXM missiles ignited and lifted off with a roar. Their orange-red exhaust trails pierced the sky, leaving four graceful arcs in the heavens.

These are the new brushstrokes that industrial artists bring to this other world.

"Star Sand Assault Team, your 'Did It Bomb?' order has been shipped." Su Ming pressed the call button on his headset. His gaze followed the missiles, watching them disappear into the clouds.

With the relay support of Rainbow One, a wireless communication network spanning the mountains was also established, allowing all important personnel to communicate through headsets.

"Received," came Catherine's clear reply through the earpiece. "Also, what does 'Did it explode?' mean?"

"It's delicious." Su Ming's lips curled up slightly, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes. He suddenly had a craving for fried chicken; the memories came flooding back without warning, the rich aroma seemingly lingering around his nose.

There's also spicy diced chicken, braised chicken with mushrooms, beggar's chicken, scallion oil chicken, Sichuan-style spicy chicken, and big plate chicken...

Damn it! All the enemies who are blocking him from going home to eat chicken must be crushed! Su Ming wiped his drool and thought bitterly.

Outside the Divine Might Prison, Catherine raised her hand, making a crisp, clean fist gesture. Behind her, everyone gripped their weapons tightly.

A sacred ripple swept by, and Violet's voice carried far through the wind-messaging spell.

"I apologize, everyone." The girl's ethereal voice, like heavenly music cascading from the clouds, was clear and pure yet solemn. "I must stay here at the coal mine to ensure that the Radiant Chanters and the Choir cannot turn the tide. The attack on and rescue of Divine Might Prison is in your hands!"

The gentle yet firm voice resonated with everyone who heard it.

This was actually the first time that the true "Pale New Words" saint had communicated with her followers.

"Not long ago, the Divine Might Prison placed an order with the Cold Mountain Kingdom for building materials large enough to double the size of the dungeon," Zi Jin continued, her voice carrying a weight that seemed to sink into the hearts of her listeners. "Prisons, hard labor, endless torture, and death! This is the ending that the vicious Divine Covenant has planned for us!"

Su Ming heard the scholar's tone of voice, which was completely different from usual, through the earphones, and quietly turned on the recording function.

Last night, he discovered that Zijin had been rehearsing for quite some time, repeatedly considering her words and tone in a secluded corner, and even carefully designing her pauses.

"We embrace doctrine, uphold benevolence, have compassion for those in distress, and practice the light!" Violet's words cut through the shell of hypocrisy like a dagger. "The rotten temple thieves only ever think of trampling us into the dust, using us as stepping stones for their continued pleasure!"

“We don’t need this bleak future!” Violet’s voice rose with fervor. “The Covenant faction may be powerful, but even small grains of sand, when gathered together, form a wall; even faint starlight, when ignited, can set the night ablaze!”

"From this moment forward, we will have an official name: Stardust!" Violet announced to everyone. Her deep, calm voice not only resonated throughout their own ranks but also clearly reached the enemy on the opposite side, echoing across the entire battlefield.
"Beneath the stardust, the light shines eternally!"

"Beneath the stardust, the light shines eternally!" everyone shouted in unison.

They raised their weapons high, and their shouts were like wildfire, igniting the fighting spirit of everyone!
****
"Star Sand!"

Inside the Divine Prison, Havel and Sabina simultaneously heard Violet's declaration.

The name is short, but the meaning behind it is self-evident—the Northern Migrant Party has completed its transformation from a loose faction to a formal organization!
The original plan to purge and eliminate the Northern Migrant Party has been completely aborted with the establishment of the Star Sand organization. What awaits the Temple of Light now is a fierce and head-on struggle!
But at the moment, the two had no time to consider these long-term issues. They had to deal immediately with the pressing battlefield situation:
Even though Violet was distracted by issuing a declaration on the coal mine battlefield, the choir and the guards of the Divine Prison who were fighting against her were still defeated one after another, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely annihilated.

Even more unsettling is that Hector, one of the three Saint-level powerhouses of the Temple of Light, is still nowhere to be found!
According to conventional tactics, when faced with an attack from a powerful enemy, Divine Prison only needs to hold its ground and await reinforcements. With the powerful firepower of the 'Holy Antelope Horn' defensive system and the magical rune cannon, any attack would be futile.

But now the fate of the Shining One is unknown. Should they continue to hold out, or risk a rescue? Principal Havel and Warden Sabina are caught in a dilemma.

“Perhaps…we should make a show of it and send a few people to their deaths?” Sabina suggested in a low voice. “Whether Lord Shining Singer is unfortunately killed in action and held accountable by headquarters afterward, or he survives by chance and personally confronts us…at least we’ve taken some action!”

"That's not bad." Javier was quite interested in the suggestion. It would preserve the main force and provide an explanation afterward.

“I’ll put up three, you put up three!” Sabina said.

Just as the two were discussing, a strange sense of crisis suddenly welled up in their hearts, and they both looked up at the northern sky.

The gray-white clouds were empty. But soon, three eerie white clouds burst forth, trailing bright flames, and swooped down like the Grim Reaper's scythe, striking precisely the outer wall of the 'Holy Antelope Horn' defensive light barrier!
"boom--"

Three explosions combined into a deafening roar, followed by the sickening sound of shattering glass. The horn-shaped stone monument, a symbol of divine might and the authority of the prison, instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks and collapsed before everyone's eyes!
The cyan defensive light barrier vanished without a trace, like bubbles!
"Not good!" Havel's expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned towards the Star Sand members. Sure enough, the group of Star Sand members cloaked in capes had already launched their charge the moment the missile appeared, surging towards the walls of the Divine Might Prison like a tidal wave!

"Rune Cannon, fire now!" Sabina roared at the top of her lungs.

In the artillery area, eight magical rune cannons simultaneously lit up with blinding light, their complex runes rapidly spinning and charging. The artillerymen frantically adjusted the muzzle angles, aiming at the charging enemies.

But the next moment, another missile pierced the air and landed precisely in the center of the emplacement! With a muffled explosion, white mist mixed with metal powder instantly filled the air.

The Red Apricot Missile is a conventional thermobaric missile version!

A brief 0.3-second interval later, a secondary explosion was triggered. The ethylene oxide and aluminum powder, which had just been fully mixed with air, were instantly ignited—

"Boom!"

A massive fireball soared into the sky, its scorching heatwave carrying countless fragments that swept across the entire Divine Might Prison.

(End of this chapter)