Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 276 The Last Bone Mad Machine
Shinonome Academy.

The Eternal Obelisk has been activated, and a pure white magical shield descends like a celestial canopy, completely enveloping the entire academy. Fine runes also flow across the surface of the shield, shimmering gently in the wind and reflecting a pearly luster.

Grand Master Strick stood inside the defensive shield, his gaze piercing through the semi-transparent light barrier, fixed on the direction of the Divine Prison. The distant sky was stained leaden gray by the smoke of battle, and the faint sounds of fighting echoed among the mountains, the intensity of the battle self-evident.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the sword, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Strick quickly received an urgent order from the school principal, Havel: "Immediately organize the Divine Grace Knights and send them to provide support!"

This was part of the attack response plan, and without hesitation, Strick immediately issued the order: "Third and fourth squads, stay at the academy to ensure its safety! First and second squads, follow me!"

The knights quickly assembled, their silver armor gleaming with a cold light. Just as the column was about to depart, the adjutant on lookout duty suddenly shouted a warning:
"There are enemies on the hillside!"

Strick turned his head abruptly. On the hillside leading to the Divine Might Prison, a group of grayish-white figures had appeared out of nowhere. At first, there were only a dozen or so, but soon their numbers increased rapidly like a plague, exceeding one hundred in the blink of an eye, as if they had crawled out from underground.

As they gathered, the magical fluctuations in the air grew stronger and stronger—it was necromancers!

These enemies maintained just the right distance, making them easy to intercept while avoiding the range of the Divine Grace Sea Rune Cannon.

The knights suddenly cried out in surprise. Dozens more burly figures appeared from within the necromancer formation—judging from their distinctive thick fur and unique head shapes, they were bear-man warriors!

Strick was utterly astonished. The remnants of the undead, who should have been wiped out, had actually managed to organize such a large fighting force!

Who is behind them, manipulating and organizing them?
However, Commander Strick had no time to think about such things. Orders were absolute, and Strick had only one mission—

Slash through the enemy lines and rush to the aid of Shenwei Prison!
****
Above the hillside, the necromancer held their position.

Bowers stood on the rock at the forefront of the column, squinting at the gleaming silver-armored knights in the distance, and suddenly grinned, "Two hundred-man squads? Tsk, that's a lot."

At this moment, the binding ring around his neck was gone, replaced by a faint white mark. The necromancers behind him were also freed from their restraints. They stood in various postures, and the mountain wind blew, causing their tattered robes to flutter like countless flags that had regained their freedom.

"You think highly of us, don't you!" Newman lazily swung his bony legs. The half-human skeleton sat on the shoulder of a giant skeletal bear, carrying an exaggeratedly designed bass guitar with strange runes engraved on its surface.

The skull bear carries a power supply, effects pedals, speakers, and other equipment on its back, resembling a mobile stage. The juxtaposition of electronic devices and the skull bear's skeleton creates a somewhat absurd aesthetic.

Next to the skull bear, Gospel had already set up the drum set, but discovered that only two of the four No. 24 steel bars remained.

“God said, ‘Who moved my drumsticks?’” the Gospel proclaimed.

"Let's just pick up a couple of stones from the ground and make do," Bowers said, then suddenly burped, releasing a strong smell of minced scallions and meat.

"I made it!" Hanster, who had changed into a blue outfit, came running up, panting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead; the coal dust that hadn't been cleaned off left black marks on his forehead, resembling some kind of wild totem.

Everyone assumed it was just stage makeup and no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

Hanster slung his electric guitar over his shoulder, and with a light sweep of his fingers across the strings, a burst of exhilarating sound erupted.

"You little bear cubs! Cheer up!" he shouted, his voice filled with passion. "Let those little devils on the other side see what Death Bone Metal really is!"

"Roar—!" The dull thud of the bear-men pounding their chests sounded like war drums. Many necromancers even imitated them, resulting in their ribs cracking and some even coughing from the pounding.

The comical scene drew laughter from the crowd, instantly dispelling the tense atmosphere.

Many others followed suit, scooping up handfuls of dirt from under the snow and smearing three lines on their foreheads.

"Teacher Hanster, how many songs will you be singing today?" a member of the necromancer group asked with a grin.

"Let's see how well you perform," Hansgrohe grinned. "If you can't win, I'll keep playing. If you win, we'll call it a day!"

"How can the better you perform, the less reward you get?" Protests rose and fell. Everyone wore smiles, showing no signs of facing a life-or-death battle.

Below, the Divine Knights were already lined up, their lances like a forest, their horns raised. The somber atmosphere contrasted sharply with the joyful laughter on the hillside, as if they were two completely different worlds.

****
The Wind Shelter Launch Site.

The last four Red Apricot missiles were steadily placed on the launch pad, and the black and white skeletons were carrying out the final fuel loading.

Two of the missiles were equipped with high-explosive warheads made of alchemical explosives, while the other two were equipped with thermobaric warheads made of air-fueled materials. With this, all twelve missiles required for the entire operation were in place.

These missiles, along with some other weapons, not only depleted the ethanol and ethylene oxide produced over the past month, but also used up Su Ming's reserves and a large amount of supplies provided by Princess Daphne.

While it's really satisfying to blow things up, the resources are consumed like water flowing away.

He increasingly realized the importance of productivity. If he could increase production capacity tenfold, what need would there be for any complicated schemes to conquer the mere Divine Might Prison!
If it could be increased a hundredfold, a thousandfold... the entire other world would tremble!

The real-time battlefield footage transmitted back by Rainbow One remained clear and stable. On the screen, the allied necromancers and bear-men mixed group occupied the high ground on the hillside, holding a commanding position and forming a stalemate with the support forces of Divine Grace Sea.

The two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows, and the air seemed to be filled with invisible sparks.

The war is about to break out!
Su Ming's thoughts drifted back to an hour earlier, to the scene when he gathered the students of the Construction Group in the Wind Shelter Valley Square.

"Gentlemen." He rubbed his dry eyes, looking somewhat tired. He had barely slept a wink last night; the preparations before the battle were extremely complex—grouping and deployment, intelligence verification, tactical implementation—each step demanded immense effort.

****
Su Ming simply strolled to the front of the crowd and began to improvise.

"I have three announcements to make. First, today we are going to attack the Temple of Light's Divine Might Prison to rescue the nearly one thousand necromancer friends imprisoned there. I'm sure you all already know this." He cleared his throat and glanced at the crowd. "Those who wish to join the attack, please step forward!"

"Crash-"

The sound of footsteps echoed, and many people stepped forward without hesitation, even before Su Ming finished speaking.

In this brutal purge, every necromancer endured countless hardships. The tragic stories depicted in the recent stage play are a true reflection of these people's lives.

“I won’t hide it from you,” Su Ming continued, his tone calm but with an undeniable seriousness, “If we launch an attack, quite a few people… won’t be able to return here.”

"Report!" a trainee shouted.

"Speaking!"

"If we don't fight back, we'll never get back here!" the student declared resolutely. "Only by fighting can we survive!"

"Report!" another student stepped forward. "If we don't go, won't the Temple of Light come after us?"

"Very good!" Su Ming clapped his hands vigorously, his eyes flashing with approval.

Dharma masters are a group that is not lacking in wisdom, and the vast majority of them have already attained sufficient enlightenment.

More trainees stepped forward one after another. In the end, apart from a dozen or so who chose to stay, more than a hundred necromancers chose to fight. Some of them showed struggle and hesitation, but still resolutely took that step.

"Next, I have the second announcement," Su Ming's tone softened a bit, "Today's breakfast is scallion and pork buns! I hope everyone enjoys it!"

Laughter immediately rang out from the crowd, and the tense atmosphere eased considerably.

“And then there’s the third thing!” Su Ming’s expression turned serious again, his voice low and firm. “We are wanted criminals, simply because we are necromancers.” He stretched out his hand, his palm gathering necromancy, a ghostly light swirling within. “We possess great power, we are kings on the battlefield, and that’s why we’re being targeted!”

"But at the same time, we are not strong enough!" Su Ming's voice suddenly rose. "Our weakness in individual combat makes us seem weak and vulnerable. This is the real reason why we are framed, why we are tainted, and why we are slaughtered, butchered, and enslaved!"

“We want to live with dignity, and there are only two directions.” He held up two fingers. “First, increase the size of our group! That’s why we’re here—after today, a thousand more like us, who have suffered so much, will join us!”

"Second, innovation!" As his words fell, several skeletons, perfectly integrated with machinery, stood up, their 100mm thick cannons gleaming with a chilling light.

"Necromancers don't have to be limited to bones; we can find other paths to become the most powerful and well-rounded combatants!"

"I will lead you to a brand new path!" Su Ming's voice was as solemn as a vow. "We are the undead of the apocalypse, and also the pioneers of a new era!"

The next moment, the restraining rings around the necks of the more than one hundred necromancers who stepped out of the queue disintegrated, and the fragments fell to the ground with a clanging sound, signifying the complete removal of the restraints.

"Welcome to the Bonebreaker Guild!" he shouted.

A deafening cheer erupted instantly, echoing throughout the entire Shelter Valley like thunder!
(End of this chapter)