Girl in the Box: Please tell me why I was reincarnated as a mimic monster!

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The spiritual power, invisible to ordinary people, was constantly converging on Ning in the world he saw. These blue flames gathered together and gradually became visible as they materialized.

"Whoa!? What is that?!"

When Aye first saw Xiao in this pose, she was startled.

A gigantic half-ghost appeared behind Akatsuki, its lower body a phantom of flame, and its upper body a mysterious woman. The ghost held two enormous, transparent katana in its hands and struck the exact same pose as Akatsuki.

If Xiao didn't feel anything at first, she can now clearly sense Winsor's presence.

"I'm going to get Sister Winther!"

"Don't use your blade here!"

"Prayer—protection! Unending! Dawn! Divine punishment!"

The blessing from Hol made the transparent blue greatsword appear even more sacred, and golden patterns began to emerge on the two divine weapons in Akatsuki's hands.

Hale believed that a weapon of this caliber could definitely withstand the powerful triple high-level blessing, so he unleashed three powerful blessings without hesitation.

"Drink up! Ahh ...

He flipped the katana over, back of the blade facing forward, aimed at the arrow's tail, and simultaneously slashed down with all four blades, hitting the arrow and driving it halfway in. The sharp pain in his back made the black dragon abruptly stop and crash to the ground once more.

"Beautiful!" Saiwei cheered. "Everyone! Help!"

At this moment, Hale arrived at Saivi's side and asked what was going on: "What are you doing now?"

“Create a passage into Dragon Fang’s body,” Savi said, using his sword to support himself. “I won’t pursue why you can act alone; our interests are aligned now. Would you be willing to lend a hand?”

"Extremely happy."

Hale extended his hand, and Saivi reached out and grasped it, reaching an agreement in a very short time.

“That’s true, but we still can’t see the end.” Savi’s expression was serious. “How long this one arrow can last is still unknown. Right now, Aye can only spare some of his energy to control this arrow. Tsk… but we don’t have anything more powerful on hand right now.”

Aye said that if she wanted to ensure the success rate, she had to conserve her strength as much as possible, so this was the only support she could provide here. However, although the arrow was strong enough, it was still not enough to cause effective damage, and it was even a long way from piercing the body and entering the blood vessels. So far, they had not seen a single drop of blood seep from the wound.

"So what's the minimum requirement?" Hale began to think. "If there are other ways to do it, I should be able to."

"At least draw blood? Is that alright?"

"We'll need to borrow a long spear..."

The spear was the fighting style that Hale was most proficient in among all the combat techniques he had learned. If he had a spear at hand now, with sufficient protection, it would be enough for him to pierce through skin with a single blow. Hearing this good news, Savi patted him on the shoulder and immediately began to make a spear.

"Xiao!" Savi called out to Xiao, who had paused mid-air using a skill, "Give me a hand! Cut this down!"

Savi picked up a dragon scale and kicked it into the air, within reach of Xiao's sword. A sharp glint flashed in Xiao's eyes, and with a series of flashes, he sliced ​​the dragon scale into pieces. He truly lived up to his reputation as the most skilled swordsman he knew. Catching the sharpest fragment of the dragon scale in mid-air, he channeled luminous magic into what he held in his hands, turning it crimson. The dull, mangled sword was stretched and shaped into a straight staff. Finally, he attached the dragon scale fragment to one end, and thus, a simple spear was complete.

"~?" Horka paused for a moment when he saw the spear, then whistled, "You actually know how to do this kind of thing?"

"I'm quite curious why this former ghost, who should be cold and ruthless, is now able to laugh and joke around." Now it was Savi's turn to be stunned. "Huh? When did you become able to see???"

"Well, consider this a small reward from those two..." Hao Er reached out and took the spear handed to him by Savi. "I'll go take a look."

"Good luck."

Hale crouched down, channeling all his magic power into strengthening his body. Then, he leaped in front of Sevier, soaring upwards to his highest point before adjusting his posture to slow his descent. Even at this height, the enormous black dragon still occupied half of his field of vision. This thing was truly massive, but it made it easier for Hale to aim at the exposed patch of skin.

The patch of non-woven skin that had been blasted open by Savi was clearly visible amidst the black scales. He aimed at that prominent patch and used it to protect his spear. Judging from his observations over this period, Dragon Fang was probably cornered now, its aggression significantly reduced, and it was now focused on self-preservation. This was likely its last chance.

"Pray! Bless me—divine punishment!"

Then, Hao Er hurled the spear in his hand, which was bursting with intense golden light, like a meteor.

Chapter 45 Dragon's Tooth Conquest / Dragon's torso

The spear left a long trail of light, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. Although it wasn't a graceful arc, the straight line still had a unique impact.

The meteor-like spear withstood the strongest protection that Hale could offer—divine punishment. Using divine power to inflict divine punishment on the opponent was the best option here. The holy light bursting from the spear tip pierced through Groot's skin and penetrated deep into his body. Everyone around could see the light strike the black dragon's body, especially Savi, who was standing near where the spear struck.

The light that erupted when the spear struck his skin forced Savi to shield his eyes. When the light faded, he saw a deep cavern open right in front of him—the opportunity created by Hale's all-out attack.

“Aye—”

Before Savi could even shout, Aye, who had been waiting for her chance in the sky, swooped down and plunged into the cave without hesitation, disappearing into the deep darkness. The black dragon, as if reacting a beat too late, suddenly roared in agony and began to rampage wildly, driven by its survival instincts.

The black dragon rampaged wildly across the battlefield, trying to throw off the people on its back, while its body began to change.

Black miasma spewed out from between the scales. This gas was undoubtedly poisonous. As the black dragon rampaged, the black miasma began to spread throughout the battlefield. Those who inhaled this miasma all collapsed to the ground in pain, groaning, with a look of anguish on their faces. Their bodies were covered in purple bruises, and some parts were even rotting at a visible speed.

"Ughh ...

A person, due to rapid breathing, inhaled a large amount of miasma and immediately rotted into a pool of black water. From beneath this pool of black water crawled out black mud that looked like dragons. Their disgusting appearance was nauseating. They let out silent roars and pounced on the fallen people, tearing at their bodies. The army of mud dragons was increasing at an extremely terrifying rate.

"Tsk!" Boom—!

Savi immediately conjured flames on his palms with magic to dispel the black miasma. He covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and rushed into the area where the miasma was denser, going directly to the people closest to him. He amplified his magic output to make the flames even stronger, dispelling the surrounding miasma. However, this was not a long-term solution, because while he was using the flames to dispel the miasma, the miasma was also constantly spewing out.

"Are you guys alright?!"

Savi has tried his best to use magic to dispel the miasma, but the effect is very weak.

"Cough cough cough cough, it's nothing, it's nothing serious!"

These people had inhaled a lot of miasma, and obvious purple bruises were visible on their bodies. This situation was truly unexpected, and something had to be done as soon as possible.

"Commander! Commander! Can you hear me!?"

"Savi shouted and asked."

"Can you hear me, kid? Don't shout so loudly! What's going on over there? We see a huge black fog rising up over there!"

The leader's reply came quickly through the headset. His people had already seen the chaos. It would be strange if no one had noticed such a commotion. They were now trying to figure out what had happened.

"Everyone! This is Prince Savi! Listen up! Those who know fire magic, don't hesitate! Use fireballs! Don't unleash your full power! Flames can dispel the miasma, but they're not completely effective!" Savi directly connected to everyone's channel, briefly explaining the situation and countermeasures. "Although we don't know what this is, we're certain it's harmful to us! Absolutely do not inhale too much! You've seen the outcome! Don't go near this miasma! Flames can temporarily suppress it! Edman! Organize a retreat! Absolutely do not fight in this miasma!"

"Ok!"

"Manager! Come and greet everyone!"

"Jaylen! Catch up with that dragon!"

After dealing with the current problem, Savi was about to use all his remaining magic to dispel the miasma in the vicinity. Just as he was about to walk out, someone suddenly reached out from behind and patted his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw it was Haul, who had safely landed and returned from above.

“There’s something wrong with this gas.” Hale used his sleeve as a mask to filter the air he was breathing in. “We need to hurry… I’d like to say this, but you saw it, didn’t you?”

It was because of Hale's tap that Savi turned around and saw the opening gradually closing. That was the entrance to the depths of the black dragon's body, and possibly the only exit.

"Damn it!" Savi couldn't help but curse aloud. "Haul, please, do me a favor, hold that place and don't let it close. I'm going to rescue the others. You should have a way to deal with this miasma, right?"

"Yes, don't worry." Hao Er nodded. "Come back as soon as possible. I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

"Three minutes. I'll be right back."

Judging from her senses, it had been five minutes since she entered the black dragon's body. Aye swooped down from the sky and plunged into the black dragon's body, continuing downwards to the very end. She could still see the spear that had been fired as a cannonball by Hale. A trace of holy golden light still lingered on the spear, but Aye could no longer use it.

It's already quite impressive that Hale's all-out attack managed to send the spear this far, saving Aye a lot of energy. But from now on, he'll have to rely on himself.

The luxurious gown covering her body turned back into bright red blood, and her body continued to decompose into dozens of blood-red bats, which burrowed into the blood vessels on the wound walls and moved against the flow in the dark dragon blood.

The pain she endured while swimming against the flow of this dark dragon blood was unimaginable to ordinary people. It felt as if her entire body was immersed in scalding lava. Moreover, the violent magic contained in the dragon blood was a potent poison. This magic penetrated directly into her body upon contact, causing her unbearable suffering. Yet, she persisted in moving forward, swimming against the flow of the black dragon's blood vessels.

To maximize the effect of that thing, she would have to go to the deepest part of the black dragon's body to inflict the most fatal damage, but judging from the current situation...

I guess I can't go back...

She wouldn't regret continuing like this; it was something she had anticipated. It was just that some unexpected circumstances had arisen. Originally, once she made that decision, there was no going back.

Chapter 46 Dragon Fang Conquest / The Death of the Dragon

Somewhere on the battlefield, Seric was carrying out a merciless massacre. A large number of demons had gathered there; only demons were present, for they knew only they could stop the monster's advance. Seric wasn't alone; he was accompanied by his subordinate, Seven Star Peter Pan, and Xia Que, who possessed strange powers and had been caught in the crossfire. But whether Xia Que was truly her or not, anyone who knew her could tell with a single glance.

His eyes were vacant, he seemed confused, and his movements lacked any spirit; you could tell something was wrong just by looking at him.

She wielded a pale blue straight sword that exuded a cold aura. Each swing of her sword left a trail of light in the air that lingered for a long time. Even a slight touch of this light could cause a severe cut. This light gradually covered the battlefield, constantly shrinking the demons' range of activity. Coupled with the constant suppression from Peter Pan, the Seven Star Punisher, they were also nearing their limit.

———!

A deafening roar came from the distant battlefield. Serik looked in the direction of the sound and saw an enormous black dragon roaring in agony. He recognized the aura.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Peter Pan, wielding his holy sword, drove the demons to their doom, but he also noticed something was amiss.

"See that?" Seric pointed at the black dragon. "That's Groot."

"What—" Peter Pan could hardly believe his eyes.

He never dreamed that Groot would turn out like this. Groot is a race called Tree People, and logically speaking, they shouldn't be able to grow this large. Even if they mutated, it wouldn't be possible to achieve this. Moreover, it looked like a living dragon, and its dragon aura was undeniably present, as if it had transformed into another kind of creature.

Is that still Groot?

Peter Pan couldn't help but have this question in his mind.

“It’s probably the Holy Sword that’s causing this,” Serik said, staring intently at the roaring dragon. “An unexpected situation has arisen.”

A black dragon, a large amount of black miasma, and a holy aura coming from that direction—Haor must have arrived at the battlefield. A series of unheard-of situations have indeed occurred. The Holy Sword Dragon Fang actually has such an effect. He had never heard of this from Haor before, and he probably didn't even know that such a situation would occur. Therefore, the plan will likely have to be significantly altered.

“Let’s go, Peter Pan.” Serik offered no further explanation.

He silently turned around, channeling magic into the Blade of Wrath, Lagmer, and held it to his chest. Without even aiming, he immediately pulled the trigger. A bright light shone from the muzzle, and one would expect a stream of light to erupt from it, but then something unexpected happened.

"I've found you—!"

A young girl descended from the sky and landed right in front of Seric, directly receiving the magical light stream from the Wrath of God, Ragmoor.

Is it the end...?

Her consciousness was beginning to fade, and Aye could no longer maintain it. Because she was fused with the black dragon's blood, she was constantly being corroded by the poisonous blood. During this time, she tried to get to the black dragon's heart as quickly as possible. Just now, she seemed to have arrived at a relatively spacious place, where the magic power was so concentrated that it was maddening.

We don't have enough strength left to move forward, so are we just going to have to use that here?

Weighing the pros and cons, although he didn't know where he was, he figured he was near the heart of the city, and his strength was almost gone, making further progress impossible. So, he decided to begin here...

The rest is up to you...

Aye gave up her last strength, the final curse of the vampires—the Blood Cone of the Martyrs.

Using her body as the vessel for this curse, becoming the curse itself, Aye's blood began to gather around her. But it no longer formed the girl's shape; instead, it transformed into something vampires loathe and fear most—a cross. It was a perfect and magnificent cross, undoubtedly the most threatening existence in vampire history, and thus became the symbol of the final curse.

The sharp end of the cross pierced the blood vessel, launching its counterattack. Countless blood tendrils flew out from the cross, wreaking havoc inside the black dragon's body, and finally gathered everything around it, nailing it to the cross forever.

"Have they all evacuated!?"

"They've all been evacuated!"

"How much longer are we supposed to stay here!?"

"Until that vampire comes out!!"

"Since you put it that way, we'll just have to hold on with all our might!!!"

Shortly after Sevi assigned the follow-up tasks, a large number of Black Mud Dragons began to crawl out from under the skin, as if a huge pile of mud had crawled out of your body to fight you. A large number of Black Mud Dragons appeared from all directions to protect the Black Dragon. Now, a group of people who stayed behind, led by Sevi, are desperately resisting the attacks of these mud dragons.

"The miasma has reappeared! Go and disperse it quickly!"

"Blazing Wind!" "Cross-shaped Fireball!"

Those who remained, skilled in magic, immediately unleashed their strongest fire magic to blast away the surrounding black mud dragons and dispel the increasingly dense miasma. Others, with greater strength, were continuously tending to their wounds to prevent them from healing. Since Aye went down, Sevi and the others had remained stationed there. Mad used his rhythm axe to widen the wound, but in return, even more miasma escaped from it.

Each of them tore off a piece of fabric from their clothes and gave it to Haul, who then used it to cover their mouths and noses. This rudimentary protection could only filter out a small amount of miasma at best; it couldn't completely block it. They could only try their best to avoid inhaling this highly toxic miasma.

Hasn't it come out yet...?

Savi looked anxiously at the open wound. Aye had gone in there and hadn't come out since, so he didn't know what the situation was like inside. However, he knew that the situation outside was now much more serious.

The number of Black Mud Dragons continued to increase, and their attacks intensified. Moreover, the damage they inflicted on the wounds was far outpacing the healing speed of the Black Mud Dragons. In addition, in order to deal with the Black Mud Dragons' attacks, they had to spare manpower to defend against them, which created a very difficult predicament. Meanwhile, the key figure was nowhere to be seen escaping from inside.

The defensive line was already showing signs of collapse. Even the miasma couldn't be dispelled in time, and the situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. Continuing like this would only lead to everyone's demise, which would be the worst possible outcome. Sevi could only pray that Aye could escape as soon as possible.

His wish was soon fulfilled, albeit in a different form.

A large amount of bloody tendrils burst forth from the wound, scaring away those who were constantly attacking it. These tendrils seemed endless, growing longer and thicker until they bound the entire dragon.

"Whoa!? What is this thing!?"

"Could it be!? It succeeded!?"

"Success!!!"

Is this your trump card?

As Savi watched the bloody tendrils constantly breaking through the dragon's scales and skin from within the black dragon's body, he knew without a doubt that this was Aye's handiwork. He tuned the magic frequency of his headphones to be on the same channel as Aye, trying to call out to her.