Your Majesty's money, why don't you engrave my name on it?

Chargigi couldn't understand what the girl was thinking, but he was certain that the spell itself was normal, regardless of its form. In other words, Chargigi still needed to break through this mental prison as usual.

This isn't difficult... right?

"Foolish and naive!" Meanwhile, in the real world, Fidel was also preparing to use external force to break Daisy's spell. Facing the girl who had almost cracked his head open with a matte, he dared not be careless. He conjured a giant air palm with his hand, clenched his fist, and slammed it down on Daisy. "Release him immediately, or you'll die!"

"Dream on!" Daisy retorted. As the darkness around her eyes deepened, she simply dodged to the side without any difficulty.

As if it were destined, she would not be hit by that giant hand!

"Did you hear that? The echo of 'Strong Luck'!" A silver glint flashed in Daisy's eyes. "Since you insist on doubles, don't blame me for being reckless—Silver Sharp Whisper!"

Fidel had no idea what this was, only assuming it was a counterattack against him. He quickly withdrew his magic to defend himself, but to his surprise, the spell, along with the sound waves, affected Chargigi, who was already shrouded in illusions. In an instant, the skeleton, who was focused on breaking the prison, was strangely distracted for a brief moment.

This was the beginning of a disaster!

Around him, the simple, line-drawn stars and squares suddenly became incredibly realistic, emitting increasingly loud, piercing laughter. Chargigi sensed something was wrong and tried desperately to regain his composure, but as if by magic, his mind was repeatedly shaken, and he didn't even know how this effect had occurred!

"Damn it, what is that Fidel doing?! Is he just standing there?!" Anger and resentment brewed and burned in the cavity between his ribs and spine, but this did not help him get out of his predicament in the slightest; on the contrary, it would only make him sink deeper.

"Damn it, I've got you!"

Finally, just as Chargigi was about to lose all sense of time, he reached out and grabbed a corner of the yellow box, which he believed was the key to breaking the cage. But in that instant, that corner transformed into a red crab claw, and as the surrounding illusion vanished, even he, a skeleton, couldn't help but widen his eyes—if he could.

That wasn't a corner of a cube, nor a crab claw, but a fist of air solidified into a semi-solid form.

This is a trap!

But it was too late.

"No—" Chargiji let out a shrill scream as a ring of flames, powerful enough to engulf him, rose from beneath his feet. One after another, demonic claws, laughing merrily, gripped his skeleton and dragged him downwards, determined to pull him into the next dimension.

This is what she meant by "falling into a nightmare"! He shouldn't even have a sliver of hope; hell will show him no mercy!

"Friend, I'll get you out of here right now!" Fidel was also quite surprised by the scene and immediately intensified his attack on Daisy, enveloping her in dragon fire and other magic in an attempt to cut off her spells.

"Silver Light and Sharp Words! Silver Light and Sharp Words! Silver Light—Sharp Words! Strong Luck!"

However, as Daisy kept repeating that word as if she were possessed, her figure seemed to evaporate from the world. If it weren't for Longzhi discovering that the wide-range spell could still injure her, he would have even doubted whether she still existed in this world. She dodged almost every attack she could, and even when she was injured, she avoided every vital spot!

At the same time, she was even able to push forward the pressure on Chargigi on the other side. Every time she dodged Fidel's attack on this side, the skeleton would sink further down. Now, only his head was left outside the magic circle!

"Don't make things worse!" Chargigi roared. "You're dumber than a pig! Dragon Finger? Spit, pig's hoof!"

"And what about you?!" Fidel could not tolerate such an insult, not even from an ancient archmage. "You're the one who's trapped, not me!"

The entanglements below were even greater. Chargigi understood that he had no choice but to venture into the lower plane. So, as the skull was about to sink into the magic circle, he reminded Fidel: "Can't you see? She forcibly rewrote her own destiny, which is exactly what she's been shouting all along! Drain her, push her beyond her limits! I don't want her still standing here unharmed when I come back!"

Chargigi's instructions were not clear, but Fidel was not a mage apprentice. He immediately understood what Chargigi meant. As Chargigi was pulled into hell by the power of the contract between Daisy, or rather, between her and Zhengling, Dragon Finger's strategy changed: he was no longer in a hurry to defeat Daisy, but maintained basic suppression, forcing Daisy to use that strange and bizarre "Silver Light Sharp Words" again and again. He did not believe that such a spell would have no burden on the caster.

As far as Daisy knew, there really wasn't. However, maintaining a high level of focus for extended periods during combat to deal with all unexpected situations was inherently exhausting.

Through the vision granted by the devil, the scenery in Daisy's eyes began to tremble, both from an aura and a material perspective. She understood that the support Zhengling was giving her would not be unlimited—she was not fighting alone.

Though separated by dimensional dimensional distance, Zhengling's whispered voice slowly echoed in her heart, advising her to prepare to restrain her power, otherwise her life might be in danger during her upcoming coma.

That was the only agreement in the contract that Zhengling would take Daisy's soul away.

"But don't panic..." Daisy silently responded in her heart. This time, she didn't choose to dodge Fidel's attack, but instead, in her weakened state, she forcibly gathered a ghostly green flame on the strings. She flicked her finger, and the flame immediately flew into the surrounding crowd, transforming into a deadly cloud of death that moved with the wind. "If I can't beat you, I can still beat your little brother?"

This Death Cloud spell is different from the Poison Wing spell which targets plants. It treats all life equally, depriving them of their right to exist. Fidel stared in disbelief at this scene, so focused on dealing with Daisy's counterattack that he didn't even have time to stop it.

Or rather, it was still possible, but he couldn't understand the point of doing so. Neither the army nor the mercenaries could significantly influence the battle, especially after such a long period of fighting. Even if they were all killed, it wouldn't matter—not to mention that the Death Cloud spell wouldn't affect those "messenger" golems.

“Idiot,” the zither in front of Daisy lost its support and fell to the ground along with its owner. At the same time, the poet gave Fidel the middle finger and muttered to herself, “Now, it’s all your fault…”

Whose problem was it? As Fidel was wondering, a sudden warning signal went off in his mind. He dodged to the side, the sticky greatsword grazing his ear, which he narrowly avoided. But in his vision, the equally heavy and sharp sword guard was rapidly enlarging and slamming into his nose!

The shield was immediately activated, causing the giant sword to bounce back and embed itself diagonally into the ground, while a right hand with three intestines wrapped around it immediately gripped its hilt.

Finally freed from his arduous work, Leslaufer glanced at the unconscious Daisy beside him, then smiled at the dragon finger hovering in mid-air:

"She should have done this sooner, shouldn't she? But it's okay, it's not too late now."

"Before she wakes up, you will see the color of your internal organs... or your spine, whatever."

Chapter 679 Reislaufer Takes Action

"You're nothing but a mere..."

Fidel wiped his face; the flying sword had caused him considerable pain, but that alone was far from enough to defeat him.

However, Raslaufer wasn't going to waste words with him. Instead, Dople leaped up, using the nearby ruins for leverage several times, and jumped to almost the same height as Fidel, swinging his sword horizontally. Completely unprepared for Raslaufer's close approach, Dragonfinger slammed his palms into his chest. With a thunderous roar, he vanished from his spot, while a nearby colossal messenger statue raised its fist and slammed it down towards Raslaufer.

Suspended in mid-air, Raslaufer had no room to dodge and could only forcefully block the punch with his sword. As the golem and the black flame greatsword collided, ripples seemed to spread through the air. Dople was slammed to the ground as if launched by a cannon, and a deep crater appeared on the ground amidst the billowing dust.

Seeing this, Fidel breathed a slight sigh of relief, but before he could even go forward to check, Leslaufer had already leaped up and grabbed a fire serpent under the command of a red dragon with his bare hands. As the gray light intensified in his palms and eyes, even elemental creatures could not escape the fate of having their life force drained. A two-legged dragon tried to swoop down from behind to attack Leslaufer, but was grabbed by the ankle. Not only did it fail to attack, but it was also used as a tool by Leslaufer. Dople rode the dragon and once again approached Fidel.

"Stop him!" Dragon Finger commanded the golem again. He realized that Reslaufer didn't seem to have any good way to deal with this lifeless construct, so he decided to use it to hold Reslaufer back. However, when the golem attacked again, Reslaufer let go and fell to the ground. As the two-legged dragon that couldn't dodge was instantly blasted into a bloody mess, Reslaufer jumped onto the golem's body.

Perhaps it wasn't Raslaufer's intention, but as a result, the other golem, whose target was Raslaufer himself, immediately and without hesitation swung its fist at the golem Raslaufer was clinging to, knocking the latter down with one punch. Raslaufer then took the opportunity to jump onto its shoulder and the back of its neck.

Here, the magical glow flows and flickers ceaselessly, with countless lines rising and falling, creating a dazzling spectacle.

A skilled golem craftsman could easily have dismantled or even altered its purpose, making these massive figures work for him. But Raslaufer lacked such skill, so he chose what he excelled at:

Since we don't know which one can destroy it, let's destroy them all.

"Hah!" Raslaufer plunged his greatsword into a gap in the golem to stabilize himself, while his other hand drew his battle blade and slashed repeatedly at the densest areas of runes and patterns. Although this colossus was more powerful than the Nightingale's adamantite golem, its materials were not as good. Raslaufer easily destroyed both the protective measures and the runes themselves. With a muffled rumble and a escalating explosion, the golem collapsed forward to the ground. Although it was not immediately destroyed, it was rendered completely immobile after a final, futile struggle.

Fidel dared not be negligent, and a violent firestorm was almost immediately unleashed, turning the world around the colossus into a sea of ​​fire. However, when he tried to use the spirits around Leslaufer to pinpoint Leslaufer's location, he found that the sea of ​​fire was completely empty!

Where did he go...?

"What are you looking at?" A voice like that of death rang out from behind Fidel. The warlock instinctively turned around, but it was too late. Before he could even speak, Raslaufer's greatsword had already slashed a fatal path, while the Hellfire Blade pierced through Fidel's shoulder from the side.

The weight of several hundred pounds, along with the impact, pressed down on Fidel. Dople had him completely under his control, pulling the man down with him, even as a raging storm of fire raged below.

"Are you insane?! You intend to die with me?!" Fidel roared in horror and anguish. "What good would that do you?!"

“Your death is the greatest benefit,” Raslaufer grinned, the filthy flesh and blood on his face, dried by the intense heat, cracking and peeling away with his smile. Even the most terrifying undead creature probably couldn’t compare to him. “Besides, you’ll definitely be the one to die first.”

Raslaufer didn't care. He was heavily armored and wasn't particularly afraid of fire. More importantly, he was certain that Fidel couldn't be indifferent to his own life or death.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

As expected, as the two men, who were staring intently at each other in mid-air, continued to descend, Fidel finally succumbed to the pressure. He roared at Leslaufer in a fit of rage, immediately extinguishing the spells below, and then, as before, vanished from Leslaufer's sight, reappearing on the ground not far away.

His actions gave Raslaufer some breathing room. The heavy iron boots slammed into the ground, leaving a deep dent, and Raslaufer didn't even hesitate for a moment before charging at Fidel again.

A skeleton that had just escaped the lower plane waved its wand, trying to stop the seemingly unstoppable man. But just as it seemed, the skeleton's spell was torn to shreds after only a short while. Chargigi himself was sent flying, while Fidel was not so lucky. The greatsword pierced through his shield with a single blow, and the fabric on Dragonfinger's chest was torn apart by the sword tip, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash.

"Hmm?" Leslaufer let out a soft exclamation. He had no intention of leaving Fidel alive with this attack, but that was the case: he failed to cut this guy, who didn't even have half a piece of iron on his body, in two. A dark red scale covered Fidel's chest and abdomen, and it was this natural "armor" that gave Fidel a sliver of hope.

Even so, Fidel was so terrified that he almost lost his mind—how long had it been since he had experienced such a life-or-death crisis? Without hesitation, he activated and even destroyed several magical items on his body, using their power to barely trap Leslaufer, while he himself retreated rapidly, completely ignoring Chargigi who had come back to pick up his broken bones.

Therefore, when Chargigi finally put his arm down and raised his head, what came into view was that terrifying face.

Chapter 680 Dragon Ritual

"Fidel!" Chargigi realized for the first time that even a skeleton could change color drastically due to fear. "Are you even prepared for your ritual?!"

The flaming greatsword mercilessly tore everything around it to shreds, and the demon howled as scales and claws sprouted from his arms in an instant to counter Raslaufer's brute force.

He used this form-changing spell quite often when he was human, but after he became a bloodless and fleshless undead, he had to pay a price every time he used it.

Even immortal beings are not eternally immortal.

"You're going to use this claw against me?!" Raslaufer roared, easily knocking Chargigi's outstretched claw to the ground, while simultaneously stepping on it, preventing Chargigi from pulling it out even with all his might. "Then I'll just cut it off first!"

"Don't even think about it!"

As if waiting for the moment when Raslaufer was infinitely close to him, the fire in Chargigi's eyes instantly turned into a deathly gray-green, accompanied by a shrill screech, as if something had shattered from the depths of Raslaufer's heart, turning into a violent explosion that swept through his mental world.

The sudden attack caused Dubler to cry out in pain, his mind momentarily dazed. Chargiji seized the opportunity to escape his control, his feet flashing with fire as he fled straight toward Fidel in mid-air.

The fight with Daisy had drained their magic, especially Chargigi, whose journey through hell had been fraught with danger. He needed to regain his footing before he could figure out how to deal with this troublesome warrior.

Unlike those spellcasters who had tried in vain, Chargigi had long realized that this man was completely uncontrollable, and even the Mind Destroyer spell he had just used could only cause very limited damage. The skeleton watched Reslaufer warily from the air. In his deadly perspective, countless spirits surged and churned around the man, like the tides on the shore, rapidly erasing the wounds on his mental level, leaving not even a trace.

“That’s impossible,” Chargigi murmured. “Everything leaves a trace, unless…”

Unless the existence or absence of traces is not a fixed fact in Reslaufer's mental world, it also means...

"Fidel!" Chargigi suddenly became bewildered and hurriedly called out to Dragon Finger, "Why on earth has this guy become our enemy?!"

“I thought you’d understand after you ate your grandson,” Fidel replied somberly. “What did you discover?”

Chargigi continued to watch Reslaufer, seeing that the latter did not pursue but instead turned and approached the red dragon cub step by step, eventually frightening the latter into spreading its wings and desperately fleeing towards them. The fire lizards and fire snakes, on the other hand, were completely abandoned to Dubul, their lives taken away one by one.

The sorcerer sighed: "That's not important, at least not now. Your ritual—"

"Lord Dragonfinger!" a sorcerer flew in quickly to report, "All the preliminary work has been completed!"

Fidel, Chargigi, and the young dragon almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief: "Quick, we must start the plan immediately! Once the prophecy officially begins, everything will be alright!"

"I will become a more powerful dragon!" the young dragon cried out. "Fidel, I'm ready!"

It was a red dragon that had been malnourished for a long time, but deep in its soul, a voice had always told it that it deserved to be stronger than it was now, and that the time had come!

A dragon reigns supreme over the land; what dragon could be more fitting than the one that now reigns supreme?

Fidel and Chargigi exchanged a glance, then almost simultaneously smiled at the young dragon: "Yes, of course, my king. Do you see that magic circle over there? Stand in the middle, and we'll activate it."

The sorcerers erected a magic circle atop a small hill in the palace's back garden. Gazing at the extraordinary-looking entity, the young dragon felt a force drawing it in its blood, a voice urging it on. Without the slightest hesitation, it immediately charged in that direction. During its sprint, it unleashed unprecedented agility and perception. Even though Felix and Skadi deployed the most archers and crossbowmen to fire arrows at it, they could not stop its path to power.

The red dragon landed steadily on the platform of the magic circle, folded its wings, and waited nervously and excitedly for its moment.

This moment truly belonged to him.

With a "whoosh," seven chains, existing between illusion and reality, suddenly leaped up from beneath the magic circle, precisely fastening themselves to the young dragon's limbs, neck, and the base of its wings. Their distance and position were perfect, as if tailor-made for the dragon. At the same time, another collar extended from the chain fastening its neck, securing it tightly.

The young dragon instinctively tried to struggle, but a ring of sharp spikes immediately sprang out from the collar, not only piercing its scales but also penetrating its blood vessels.

Just like the treatment that Jinmian and the others had received before.

"Ouch! Fidel, this thing is hurting me!" The young dragon dared not move again. "Is this the right thing to do?"

“That’s right, don’t worry.” Dragon Finger glanced at Raslaufer below and signaled his men to continue holding him back. These sorcerers would inevitably be wiped out, but at this point, none of that mattered.

“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown,” Chargigi chimed in, “that’s what I told Richard the same thing.”

The red dragon quieted down, half-believing, but it was this misplaced trust that cost it its last chance to break free. By the time it sensed its power rapidly dissipating into the magic circle instead of flowing back in, it was already too late.

"Fidel, you lied to me!" The young dragon opened its mouth to its maximum extent, stretching its neck as if it could bite the dragon's finger. However, the result of doing so was that its body began to melt into blood at an even faster speed. It tried to breathe fire, but received no response—its organ had just silently dissolved away at some unknown time.

“You should have become stronger. I don’t make promises lightly,” the last trace of humility vanished from Longzhi’s face as he coldly looked at the despairing young dragon. “But you really shouldn’t have lost that bloodstone.”

“This magic circle definitely needs the bloodline of a true dragon to activate it. Since we have no other choice, you are the last choice.” Although Chargigi did not participate in Fidel’s early design, all the prophecies came from him, and the initial sketch of this magic circle was no exception. “Alright, stop wailing, poor thing. Your ‘mother’ is coming.”

Chapter 681 The Avatar Descends

When the red dragon finally transformed into an indescribable red curtain and fell within the magic circle, it was perhaps something Fidel had planned long ago, something Chargigi had anticipated, but at the same time, something that no one else could have imagined.

Around Raslaufer, the elemental creatures that had been risking their lives to surround him ceased their attack. As they looked up at the hill, roars that could not be easily translated into ordinary language echoed across the battlefield.

Young dragons may not truly consider them as their own, but for the fire serpents and fire lizards that followed them into the material world or were even born here, the red dragon is undoubtedly their family.

And now, this "family member" has been "melted" in front of them.

"Roar!" A fire lizard stepped forward. It was right next to Leslaufer, but at this moment it ignored Dople's presence and instead hurled its spear at Fidel. Although the attack missed completely, it seemed to have triggered a mechanism. Instantly, all the fire elementals on the battlefield abandoned their original opponents and instead launched an attack on their former allies!

"Well done!" Felix was overjoyed. He spurred his horse to Skadi's side. "Your Excellency! It looks like we have reinforcements!"

"Attack in coordination with them!" Skadi swung her halberd, riding her horse like a whirlwind past a sorcerer entangled by fire lizards. The huge, heavy halberd head descended from the sky, instantly spreading out the red and white inside the opponent's head. Under the fire lizard's intense heat, everything quickly turned into a charred black.

The fire serpents were manageable, but these fire lizards were almost as formidable as the golems. Their sudden defection instantly reversed the situation!

"Wait, let us go!!" Seeing the guards around him charging indignantly towards Fidel, the captured Jinmian panicked. "Let us go! Hey, can anyone understand me? We can help!"

She also has the blood of a red dragon flowing through her veins, so of course she will help them!

Unfortunately, perhaps driven by their thirst for revenge, or perhaps completely misunderstanding Ember's intentions, none of the elemental creatures stopped to untie them. However, their imprisonment did not last long. Once the fire elementals had mostly dispersed, Veruna, protected by the moonlight, stealthily approached. As the tip of her horn touched the shackles one by one, the restraints fell to the ground, and the dragonborn regained their recently lost freedom.

"Thank you..." Poison Wing timidly touched Verunara's neck with its claws, and the unicorn did not pull away. Meanwhile, Angelita, supporting Mary and Daisy who were placed on Verunara's back, gazed at the magic circle in the distance.

“That’s strange. Generally speaking, shouldn’t they be trying to win over their allies at a time like this?” Angelita looked at the red light gradually fading away, while the hill beneath Fidel and Chargigi began to vibrate and hum. “Aren’t they just courting death by doing the opposite?”

“Perhaps they don’t care,” Veruna said worriedly. “Look, that hill…”

It is getting higher.

The low, rumbling noises around them weren't unfounded; the summit of this originally not-so-high protrusion was gradually rising higher! The surrounding ground was also being stirred up, soil and rocks rapidly converging towards the mountain, forming its foundation. Meanwhile, at the summit, the magic array that had neutralized the young dragon was doing the opposite, digging deeper downwards. In just a few minutes, a huge crater had been sculpted at the summit, as if using this momentum to push all the way to the earth's core!