Dragon

Eleven's Spiritual Power directly covered most of the Kingdom of Stella, and he quickly found Ye Yi standing at the foot of the Tower of Ritual and Zaxue climbing the tower.

Without hesitation, Eleven and Jura set off towards their target. As they left, Eleven glanced at Bacchus, who was still entangled with the female mage, and seeing that he hadn't finished his fight, he ignored him.

After all, they are racing against time and have no time to help Bacchus.

He stood before the tower as always, faithfully carrying out Zaxue's orders.

When Eleven and his group arrived, Yi Ye had just dismissed a squad of soldiers who had come to investigate. Yi Ye held up a small test tube containing yellow gas and simply waved it in front of the soldiers. Suddenly, the soldiers clutched their noses, collapsed in pain, and soon passed out, foaming at the mouth.

"A Loss of Fighting Spirit Perfume"

"What are you doing, One Night? Wake up!" Jura shouted angrily when he saw One Night attacking ordinary soldiers.

Eleven looked at the test tube in Ichiya's hand with some curiosity; this was the first time he had seen Ichiya use magic.

The magic that night was different from any magic Eleven had ever seen before. It wasn't exactly a type of magic that could be called Holder Type magic, yet no flashy magic circles appeared.

The way he held the test tube made him seem more like a pharmacist like Porlyusica, who mixed potions to achieve various effects.

But what was mixed overnight wasn't medicine, but fragrance, which is quite strange. Could someone really be defeated just by smelling something?

A deep yellow gas wafted over, and although Eleven knew it was dangerous, he couldn't resist his curiosity and subconsciously twitched his nose, inhaling a wisp of it.

Forehead...

A stench worse than a year-old uncleaned public toilet, ten-year-old unwashed socks, a century-old unwashed armpit, and a thousand-year-old rotten salted fish combined assaulted Eleven's nostrils.

In that instant, Eleven seemed to see a replay of his past lives. The feeling was incredibly intense, even though Eleven had only inhaled a tiny amount. He felt he might lose his sense of smell altogether.

Why not just cut off the nose now?

What fragrance? You perverted liar!

I'll fuck you.

As expected of a fragrance that extinguishes the will to fight, even someone as powerful as Eleven couldn't withstand it and instantly lost his ability to fight.

"Idiot, don't smell that gas!"

When Jura saw Eleven sniffing, he immediately warned him, but he was too late; Eleven had already collapsed by the time he shouted.

When Jura saw Eleven fall, his expression changed drastically. He finally understood how he had been defeated silently overnight. He hurriedly summoned a giant rock hand, which whipped up a gust of wind to disperse the fragrance that was drifting towards him.

"Iron Rock Fist"

As the fragrance dissipated, Rock clenched his fist and slammed it down on Night. Jura was ready to fight seriously. Although Night was powerful, he wasn't difficult to deal with if he was prepared.

Since words can't wake him up overnight, let's wake him up with a beating.

Unexpectedly, when faced with the enormous fist coming straight at him, he didn't dodge. Instead, he pulled out a golden test tube from his pocket, uncorked it, and a fragrance filled the air. However, this time, he inhaled all the fragrance himself.

"Strength Perfume"

With a tearing sound, Yi Ye's body instantly swelled up, and the suit jacket he was wearing was stretched and torn into strips.

In that instant, he transformed overnight into a muscular giant.

One night, he directly clashed his fist with the giant rock fist, producing a loud bang, and surprisingly, he was not at a disadvantage at all.

However, the loud noise did bring Eleven, who was still immersed in the stench, to his senses. He suppressed his nausea and looked at Night, whose eyes were bloodshot.

Eleven had experienced this state before and naturally knew how to break it. Taking advantage of a break in the stone-throwing between Ichiyo and Jura, Eleven's Spiritual Power quietly probed out, infiltrating the depths of Ichiyo's consciousness and fiercely stabbing down into that blood-red membrane.

The moment the crimson membrane was shattered, Ye Yi regained consciousness. The red light in her eyes faded, and she paused for a moment, looking around blankly. But what greeted her was a stack of Rock Iron Walls that Jura slammed down fiercely.

Meanwhile, deep within the bedroom of Stella Palace.

A girl Sonya stood by the window with a worried expression, looking down at the island illuminated by the Star Aluminium vein.

No one knew what she was thinking. Every time they saw this girl, there seemed to be an unyielding sorrow in the corners of her eyes. Perhaps she herself didn't know what she was worried about anymore. After all, she had lived for far too long, so long that she could hardly remember who she was or why she was still alive.

"Sonya, what are you thinking about?" A gentle and refined voice sounded from behind. The tall and handsome image of Emperor Animus was reflected in the glass in front of her, standing behind Sonya.

"Your Majesty, you've slipped into my room without a sound again." The emperor's appearance startled Sonya, who lowered her head and complained.

Animus didn't mind, smiled slightly, took two steps forward, got closer to Sonya, and whispered in her ear.

"It's almost over, Sonya. Time is running out for this country; we'll soon be enjoying true freedom."

"Your Majesty, what are you saying?" Sonya felt Animus's breath close to her ear. She didn't dare turn around and could only look at her reflection in the mirror, her face full of questions.

Animus looked at Sonya's confused expression, sighed slightly, straightened up, but quickly smiled again, a smile that was somewhat ferocious and terrifying.

"It's alright, you don't need to know. As long as we can reclaim Dragon Cry, everything will be over."

"Hehe, four hundred years have passed. Sonya, you've grown up too."

Sonya was still completely confused, not understanding why His Majesty had suddenly come to her room in the middle of the night to say these strange things.

Coupled with her naturally melancholic expression, she was now both puzzled and saddened, her expression quite complex.

However, the emperor clearly didn't want to say anything more to her. The two of them stood one after the other by the window, looking at the starlit earth outside, speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, from the towering Tower of Ritual in the distance, a terrifying magical power was released. A circle of golden magical radiance, mixed with invincible magical power, spread outwards, leaving behind golden magical arrays in the sky.

"This is the Dragon Cry."

The moment Sonya, who had been melancholic and confused, sensed this magic, her expression turned ferocious; in that instant, she transformed back into Emperor Animus.

"That damned Zaxue dared to use the power of Dragon Cry without my permission! That bastard, I'll definitely kill him!"

At this moment, Animus was unusually furious, and terrifying pressure emanated from his body. Four hundred years of imprisonment, four hundred years of waiting—he absolutely could not allow his hope of regaining his freedom to be shattered again by a mere human.

"Damn Zaxue, give me back my Dragon Cry!"

Animus's roar gradually transformed into a deafening howl. The palace dome suddenly shattered, and a colossal figure soared into the sky, unfurling a pair of crystal-like wings under the moonlight with a resounding bang.

Emperor Animus's true form was actually a dragon—a real dragon.

Crystal Dragon Animus