Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 343 Murals and Flames

"According to the research of the Grey-tailed Scholar, the time was about 10,000 years ago. She often came here to excavate and investigate, so I try my best to maintain the original appearance and not destroy it."

As Lan Mo spoke, he breathed another breath of dragon fire into the depths of the cave, igniting several other torches on the rock walls behind and higher up. In the expanded area of ​​light, one could see excavated pits in some areas, where the soil had been neatly cleared away, revealing even older rock layers below.

In the native plane of Teya, there once existed an ancient race that resembled modern humans—the Old Humans. They never evolved the talent to manipulate magic or battle aura, and thus, as other intelligent races from other worlds successively mastered magical abilities, the Old Humans were inevitably at a significant disadvantage in the competition.

Their living space was constantly squeezed, and they could only retreat to the edge of the world, such as North Iceland, where the natural conditions were harsh and other races were too lazy to covet it.

Two giant dragons moved forward along the passage, passing by rough utensils and bones in the dust.

“The Gray Tail Scholar believes,” Lan Mo recounted, “that this place is very likely the site where the last non-magic human race in the Taiya plane was ultimately wiped out.”

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the rock wall at the most open part of the center of the cave. "They left behind some... very interesting things."

Yin Fei followed his gaze. There stood the most magnificent and intricately carved mural in the entire cave. The scene depicted a grand tribal celebration: a dense crowd of people in various poses gathered around a faint white fire. Some held up simple bone tools as if striking them, while others stretched out their arms and twisted their bodies. The scene was filled with ecstasy.

Yin Fei's lips curled into a smile that was a mixture of arrogance and pity.

"Weak old humans? They get so excited about learning to 'make fire by rubbing sticks together' and lighting a small fire?" she said dismissively. "Other intelligent races have long since used magic to split mountains and cleave the earth. How pathetic the weak are!"

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In the open area at the center of the cave, Lan Mo cleared and leveled a space, which was filled with a dazzling array of rare, sparkling, and colorful mineral crystals that he had collected over the centuries. They shone like stars in the flickering firelight, covering almost half of the central open area.

Despite its harsh climate, North Iceland is rich in various precious mineral resources. However, most of them are buried under the ice cap and hard permafrost, making them extremely difficult to find.

Even so, thanks to the dragon's power, over the course of hundreds of years, Lan Mo's collection has become quite spectacular.

The chill that had accumulated on her body was largely dispelled by the warmth of the cave. After a moment's thought, Yin Fei decided to get straight to the point.

"Lan Mo," she asked in a deep voice, "why are you helping Zi Jin?"

"Huh? What?" Lan Mo's icy blue dragon eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment upon hearing this, completely failing to understand what Yin Fei was talking about. "I'm helping Zi Jin?"

Yinfei spread out its enormous dragon claws, revealing the small picture book in its palm.

With a burst of magic, a clear and steady beam of light shot from her claws. A page in the picture book was instantly magnified countless times, projected onto the vast cave wall!

It was a scene of intense battle: in the icy wilderness, an elegant frost dragon was assisting a massive bone dragon in fighting against a large and well-organized human army!

"How do you explain this painting?" Silver Scarlet demanded. "You helped Violet fight against the human army in the North!"

“But this… this is just a painting!” Lan Mo looked at Yin Fei in confusion, then turned to look at the projected image. “Although North Iceland is remote, it is visited by many explorers every year. I occasionally appear, and my portrait has long been widely circulated around the world.”

Yin Fei had anticipated this, and she turned a page in the book held in her dragon claw.

The images projected on the cave wall changed—switching to a spectacular scene of an ice dragon spewing out a rain of scorching meteors!

Wow!
The moment Lan Mo saw the picture, he could no longer remain calm. His massive body suddenly stood up from his prone position, shaking some of the surrounding stones.

The blue dragon's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, filled with undisguised horror. "This! This... how is this possible!"

"This is a secret known only to you, me, and Dragon King Ge Lie!" Yin Fei's voice was sharp. "Despite being a blue dragon, you are born with insufficient magical affinity and cannot unleash powerful ice magic! What you comprehended when you advanced to the Saint rank was not related to ice at all, but the completely opposite fire power!"

Lan Mo fell silent for a moment. He had kept this secret extremely well—ordinary enemies wouldn't require such a display of power, and those who truly needed him to reveal his strength had all been reduced to ashes or ice shards. Therefore, no word had ever leaked about his true abilities.

As for Yinfei and Ge Lie, Dragon King Ge Lie believed that this secret could serve as a tactical trump card for the dragon race to deal with potential powerful enemies in the future. Yinfei wholeheartedly agreed and, together with Ge Lie, made a covenant of secrecy before the ancient ancestral spirit altar, making it impossible for the secret to be revealed.

Lan Mo was stunned. He was completely lost and didn't know how to defend himself.

"...So," Yin Fei looked at the stunned Lan Mo, "you've decided to support Zi Jin in vying for and succeeding as the next Dragon King?"

"No, no, no!" Lan Mo's enormous head shook violently. "I have never left North Iceland, and I have never seen Zi Jin in all these years..." His tone was filled with genuine shock. "Wait, you mean the Dragon King's throne? That child has actually grown to the point where he can challenge for the Dragon King's throne?!"

“It’s still a little short of perfection.” Yin Fei stared at Lan Mo, trying to tell if the other was lying, “but not by much. Zi Jin has enormous potential and her future is limitless!”

"That's quite good!" Upon hearing Yin Fei's evaluation, Lan Mo's dragon eyes flashed with genuine joy. He nodded his massive head with satisfaction. "Our dragon race's top combat force has gained another dazzling rising star... This is fortunate! It will greatly enhance the dragon race's future security!"

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Yinfei slowly stood up. During her time in the warm cave, the chill had been dispelled, and her body had regained its vitality and agility.

"So, just because of this misunderstanding, you traveled all this way..." Lan Mo was still trying to explain the misunderstanding, but she only got halfway through her sentence—

Between lightning and flint!

Silver Crimson raised its dragon claw, transforming into a bolt of lightning that tore through the air! Without the slightest hesitation or pity, carrying a terrifying power capable of piercing through mountains and rocks, it easily tore apart the thick layers of blue dragon scales covering Lan Mo's chest, and then plunging them into his chest cavity!
"Pfft——!"

Hot, scalding dragon blood, radiating a golden-red luster like lava, gushed out and poured down on the attacker, Yin Fei. His cold face, covered in silver dragon scales, was instantly stained red with the large patches of scales on Lan Mo's chest!
"Ugh—!" Lan Mo let out a painful and shocked scream!

Driven by the life-or-death crisis, his powerful body unleashed its survival instinct! With a sudden thrust of his giant claws, his waist and tail twisted violently, forcefully shaking off and repelling the half-inserted silver dragon claws!

The powerful impact sent Yin Fei flying, crashing into the rock wall behind her!

"Boom—Crack!"

A deafening roar was accompanied by the piercing wail of rocks shattering! The rock wall that bore witness to the history of ancient humans for ten thousand years was smashed open like a spiderweb by the enormous dragon's body, and fine dust fell like an avalanche, instantly enveloping the area in a thick cloud of smoke.

At the same time, a strange ripple flashed around Lan Mo, and the faint glow of runes appeared beneath his blue dragon scales. A golden-red flame shield formed, protecting his body and the gruesome wound.

As the firelight illuminated the scene, the billowing smoke gradually dissipated, and Yin Fei's figure staggered to her feet from the rubble. She shook off her dragon claws, which were covered in dust and Lan Mo's blood.

“It’s not entirely because of that foolish misunderstanding.” Silver Scarlet’s voice echoed clearly in the empty cave, carrying a chilling mockery, “but just now, I suddenly had a perfect idea!”

She grinned, revealing sharp, menacing teeth. "Why not just kill you right here? Then, stage the scene... as if it were Violet's doing?!"

"You—!!" Despite the excruciating pain, Lan Mo stared intently through the flickering flame shield at the completely unfamiliar dragon face before him, a face filled with madness and scheming.

"This kills two birds with one stone!" Yin Fei said smugly. "It not only eliminates you, this potential threat, but also completely cuts off Zi Jin's path to inheriting the Dragon King's throne, or even her survival! It also avoids the risk of me personally killing Zi Jin in front of everyone!"

Rather than trying to kill Zijin in front of everyone, it would be better to deal with Lanmo in this remote polar cave in the North Iceland and then carefully disguise the scene.

This is absolutely the perfect solution!
Suppressing the excruciating pain in her chest and the surging blood in her veins, Lan Mo's voice was filled with deep incomprehension and grief, "Yin Fei, you're willing to poison your own kin just for the Dragon King's position?!"

"The position of a mere Dragon King is not worthy of my attention!" Silver Frost laughed, her face covered in silver scales radiating an extremely fanatical light. "Great destruction is imminent!" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with piety, "My Lord—the Serpent of the Mortal World, Jormungandr, the Cataclysm of the End! He will descend upon Theia! His glory and will will guide us to the other side of eternal life!"

“...Jormungandr?!” Lan Mo’s voice was filled with confusion and shock.

"You have no idea how great our Lord is!" Silver Scarlet's voice was laced with sarcasm. "Unfortunately, your power is a tiny bit too strong, and it will pose the slightest obstacle to our Lord's Holy Descent!" Her smile turned cold. "The task our Lord entrusted to me is to annihilate Violet and the troublemaker Bone King! As for you... why not just send you to hell as well!"

(End of this chapter)