Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 341 Qiluo's Sophistry

Boom!

With a loud bang, the outer wall of the command center exploded! Three figures shot out from the hole one after another, landing awkwardly but swiftly on the wide deck.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, Zi Jin's eyes, sharp as knives, locked onto Su Ming and Rui Xiuli opposite her.

Gerus then gracefully leaped out from the hole in the bulkhead and quickly found the best spot to watch the battle. A curious crowd quickly poured in from the decks and corridors, forming a loose circle around her.

"Hand-to-hand combat?" Rishiri raised an eyebrow.

Zijin gritted her teeth, but had no choice but to agree—this was dismantling her own warship!
Su Ming rubbed his slightly numb left eye. The punch he had just received from Zi Jin was so powerful that his eye socket was already starting to swell. He was already planning to find some ice to apply to it later.

He bumped his fists together and glanced at Rishuli with his right eye. Their eyes met briefly, and they instantly understood each other! In the next instant, like arrows released from a bow, they charged towards Violet simultaneously with perfect coordination!
But right after starting, Su Ming took a strange step! A "crack" sound was heard, and rows of sharp, gleaming white bone spikes suddenly emerged from the deck between Violet and Ruishuli!

Ruixiu reacted extremely quickly, her body instantly becoming as supple as if boneless, twisting and turning left and right, weaving through the thorn bushes, narrowly avoiding the obstacles created by Su Ming!

He was still in shock and was about to turn around and question Su Ming when Zi Jin's figure had already taken the opportunity to get closer!

The scholar clenched her fist, unleashing astonishing force and wind pressure, and with a muffled thud, slammed it into Ruixiuli's right eye!
A rapidly swelling, panda-eye-like purplish-blue mark immediately appeared!

"You—!" Rishiri clutched his throbbing right eye, furious.

So, it's the two of you who's interacting so seamlessly!

"Sorry, Rui Rui." Su Ming's lips curled up, but he said insincerely, "I can't be the only one suffering from these 'panda eyes'!"

at this time--

A cold, pure dark magic suddenly erupted without warning!
The three of them turned around at the same time, only to see that the source was none other than Gerus, who was watching the battle from the bridge platform! At this moment, her eyes were empty and waveless, and her body was surrounded by a deep dark color as she rushed towards Violet in the arena!

"Why did Jelus react so strongly when Violet hit you?!" Su Ming turned to question Ruixiuli.

"...I didn't do anything!" Rishiri looked utterly speechless.

With a flick of her wrist, Zi Jin immediately summoned the Divine Blessing Staff!
"clang--!"

The staff collided with Gerus's fist, which was covered in black light! The out-of-control dark energy, like a black tide, spread outwards with the shockwave!

"Wow!"

The surrounding crowd scattered in panic, running for their lives! Several sections of the fence and the thin walls of nearby cabins snapped and shattered under the tearing force of the energy!
Su Ming raised his hand to disperse several chaotic streams of magic power, then flashed and formed a pincer attack with Zi Jin, working together to suppress Jelus!
As the three confronted each other, Rishiri seized the opportunity to get closer, grabbed Gerus's slender wrist, and pressed it down forcefully!
Gerus, whose wrist had been grabbed, did not resist, and the flow of energy in her body became sluggish. She raised her head and met Ruixiuli's gaze.

Then, the indifference in her eyes receded like the tide, and the deep darkness surrounding her quickly dissipated.

Shadow Form, dispel!

Looking at the broken fences, damaged walls, and the excited crowd around her, Gerus, regaining her senses, blushed instantly and said with shame, "I'm so sorry... I don't know... how I suddenly lost control..."

"Oh dear, why did you stop?" A regretful voice came from above. There stood Qi Luo, who had appeared at some point, carrying a fruit platter full of melon seeds. "Keep going!"

"..."

The four people in the arena exchanged glances for a fleeting moment in mid-air!
next moment!
"Shh!"

Four figures activated, directly surrounding Qi Luo who was watching the show from above!
Su Ming grabbed the right foreleg! Zi Jin grabbed the right hind leg! Rui Xiuli and Jielusi each grabbed the two hooves on the left side!
"What?" Qi Luo blinked her big eyes, puzzled.

All four exerted their strength at the same time!

Before Qiluo could react, she fell onto the deck with a thud! Her long, beautiful hooves were forcibly pulled apart in four directions, resulting in an extremely exaggerated "splits" position!
The plate of fragrant sunflower seeds in his arms spilled all over the ground with a crackling sound!
Seeing the four fierce-looking "Four Immortals of Peach Valley" in front of her, Qi Luo could no longer hold back and burst into tears!
*****
"How dare you say this wasn't drawn by you?" At the interrogation, Zijin raised the album of evidence in her hand and questioned Qiluo, who refused to admit it no matter what.

She glared at the unicorn. "When we landed in the North, there were only a handful of people on the train! And you were the only one who was always sketching and painting—who else could it be but you!"

Qiluo was tightly bound by her four hooves, hanging upside down from the ceiling of the command room like a strange festive decoration, swaying slightly with the air currents. Below, the invited juror and recorder, Yunier, carefully picked up another sketchbook and flipped through a few pages. She felt Violet's cold gaze sweep over her, and under pressure, she quickly closed the sketchbook and neatly placed it back on the table.

“Um…” Yunier cleared her throat and mustered her courage to speak, “I think that Miss Qiluo’s painting skills seem to be… far inferior to this ‘melancholy cavalry’ teacher.”

To prove her point, Yunier hurried back to her cabin. Soon, she returned carrying a rolled-up scroll.

“She drew this for me a while ago,” Yunier said, unfolding the painting.

The image shows Yunier herself, dressed in a gorgeous gown and meticulously made up.

However, the painting turned out quite badly! The girl's exquisite attire and gorgeous dress became extremely distorted under Qi Luo's brush—the figure's limb structure was a mess, the perspective was completely broken, and the whole painting was filled with an indescribable sense of strangeness, which was quite abstract.

When Yunier recalled how she felt when she received this "masterpiece," she was afraid of hurting Qiluo's feelings, so she couldn't just throw it away and ended up keeping it at the very bottom of the box.

Su Ming, Zi Jin, Rui Xiuli and the others exchanged glances. Although none of them were experts, the difference was striking, like comparing a primitive rock painting to a master sketch—it was impossible for them to be the work of the same artist.

In terms of artistic conception, structure, and spirit, Qiluo's paintings are far inferior to those in that picture book!

"That's right, that's right!" Qiluo, hanging upside down from the ceiling, grasped at a straw and hurriedly defended herself.

To make her words more convincing, she activated the 'Honesty Aura,' and a pale white light immediately enveloped everyone in the room, including the unicorn herself.

"I'm really bad at drawing this kind of picture!" Kira said, sobbing sadly. "I've tried so hard to practice, but... but this is all I can ever draw!"

The 'Halo of Honesty' surrounding Qiluo remained completely still. Su Ming and the others were utterly dumbfounded. The unicorn… hadn't lied?!
The four looked at each other, their expressions turning into utter bewilderment.

Qi Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had exploited a loophole in the "honesty halo"—she really hadn't lied. Her skill and level in drawing dressed figures were truly appalling!

Her words were truthful. However, the meaning of the phrase "this kind of painting" differed from the understanding of Su Ming and the other listeners.

“Moreover, the cover illustration and the illustrations inside the book have different styles.” Yunier raised another question: “This book should have been created by two different artists.”

"Both of you?"

Yunier reached out and gently stroked the cover of the art book. "The brushstrokes and colors are somewhat like the style of Crystal Orchid—no! It should be said that... it's a deliberate imitation of the master Crystal Orchid!"

Crystal Orchid, a renowned painting master, was active nearly two hundred years ago. Therefore, the cover of this album could not possibly be her work.

As a noble lady from a wealthy family on a coal mining island, Yunier's ability to appreciate paintings is still much stronger than the other four.

She reopened the picture book to examine it closely. This time, although Zijin frowned, she did not stop her.

Yunier's gaze fell on the exquisite illustrations—young men and women embracing tenderly or kissing passionately... Her eyes lit up slightly at a few particularly exquisite pieces, but she quickly regained her composure as a professional reviewer, subtly concealing her feelings.

The last page of the album is a large double-page spread that occupies both the left and right pages, with a scene far larger in scale than any of the previous images.

It was a horrific battlefield in the valley. The snow-covered land was littered with huge, charred, and menacing craters from spells, and mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere, quickly freezing and covering themselves with frost in the biting cold wind.

High in the sky, a colossal blue frost dragon, radiating terrifying pressure, spread its wings and roared. What spewed from its mouth was not frigid air, but a scorching rain of meteors, like divine punishment!

These fiery meteors, trailing long fiery tails, avoided the male and female protagonists in the center of the scene, who were at the epicenter of the battle, and instead formed a curtain of fire rain around them!
The visual impact is unparalleled. The extreme power of ice and fire collides fiercely in the sky above this battlefield, creating a profound, magnificent, and destructive visual spectacle.

Its grandeur and somber atmosphere make it difficult to categorize it merely as... an erotic book.

Yunier closed the sketchbook again, coughed lightly, and summarized to everyone, "The figures in this sketchbook, in terms of technique and expressiveness, are indeed significantly different in level from Miss Qiluo's... uh, the work she created. They don't seem to be from the same person."

"If it's not Qiluo, then who could it be?"

The air in the room suddenly seemed to freeze.

(End of this chapter)