Dragon Blood Law Decree

Dark clouds gathered outside, and a deep rumble of thunder echoed.

With a flash of lightning, the Grand Guardian, his body enveloped in a layer of electricity, charged forward with his griffin.

He asked in a deep voice to the Grand Adjudicator Shafiya, who was standing outside, "Your Excellency Shafiya... Am I late?"

"A little."

Shafiya yawned, looking uninterested. "But it's not a big problem. You can stay outside; there's no room inside."

In her view, it was absolutely impossible for three superhumans of the same level with the advantage of playing on their home turf to kill a Fifth Level Transcendent was about to die of old age and was not even fighting on his home turf.

She came here specifically because Meg lacks the ability to move at high speed.

Both the Grand Guardian and Master Agnes possess the ability to instantly arrive on the scene. Although Meg is incredibly powerful, like the Grand Justice, she lacks the mysterious skill to quickly reach the battlefield.

Compared to the Grand Justice, Meg, the strongest being in Avalon, can't even fly. Previously, on the battlefield, Meg was able to hold a truce for a day thanks to Shafiya's assistance.

However, Shafiya doesn't like to be in the spotlight—she is very aware of her role as a supporter, which is to keep the other side from knowing that she is a supporter.

She didn't plan to do anything this time either; she just intended to move her fingers slightly, send Meg over, and then watch from outside.

She won't intervene unless the Bone Carver intends to escape or do anything significant. Otherwise...

Just as she thought of this, she keenly sensed that the Path Power was fluctuating more and more violently.

"... You really do like to cause me trouble."

Completely too lazy to lift a finger, Shafiya looked into the room with disgust and raised her staff.

—Spell counter.

No chanting or complicated movements were needed. With a mere thought, Shafiya conjured a white triangle filled with maze-like curves that suddenly lit up in front of her staff.

It emitted a crisp, melodious sound like striking a triangle, then instantly became blurry and scattered into a three-colored rainbow with a double image.

The massive surge of magical energy that had just risen like a tsunami inside the room was instantly smoothed out. It was as if the waves had just risen, only to suddenly lose their shape and fall back down as water droplets.

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"... You're really giving me face. Or is Iver's influence really that great?"

While asking silly questions to distract the other party and hoping for an answer, he was secretly casting a spell without hand gestures or incantations, but was suddenly interrupted by the most inconspicuous Shafiya.

Chaotic magical power raged within his body, and the intense pain caused even the Bone Carver to gasp. "There are only four Fifth Level Transcendent loyal to the Avalon royal family, and now there are four of them lying in wait for me..."

His direct attack on Queen Sophia was nothing special!

No, even a direct attack on the Queen might not have resulted in this many people arriving in time...

"Surrender, Master Graham."

The Grand Guardian's stern voice, accompanied by rolling thunder, came from outside. "You can't escape no matter what."

"Master Agnes is familiar with your methods of the Path of Beauty, and Lady Shafiya can counter your spells. No matter how fast you run, I can catch up with you. Not to mention, you were never a match for Ms. Meg to begin with."

"If you surrender now, we can guarantee your safety. After all, reaching the Fifth Level isn't easy, and we need your information..."

"—Too wordy."

Meg interrupted the Grand Guardian's rational voice, "No need for so much talk."

She looked at the Bone Carver, narrowing her eyes. "I'm saying you... killed my student, didn't you?"

She resonated with the Path Power, her pupils radiating a majestic silver-white light, transforming into cold and ruthless vertical pupils.

Silvery-white illusory scales appeared on Meg's body, radiating a rainbow-like light.

The old lady said without any politeness, "Then, go die once first."

A majestic power rippled through the void.

—The next moment, without hesitation, the Bone Carver reversed the bone staff in its hand and plunged its tip into its own chest, piercing through its heart.

The Twilight Power contained within the bone staff suddenly erupted. The bone staff, which had originally appeared pure white, eerie yet somewhat sacred, instantly lost its luster, becoming dirty, dull, and yellowish like an ordinary spine. Then, under the Bone Carver's all-out thrust, it disintegrated.

All the power was channeled into the Bone Carver's heart, instantly petrifying it.

Even so, with a broken bone embedded in its chest and its heart petrified, the Bone Carver still did not die.

His pupils suddenly became empty, and his whole body stiffened like a puppet.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of stone-like luster rose on his skin. It was as if the person standing there was not Bone Carver, but a statue he had created for himself.

His steps were exceptionally agile; in an instant, he covered dozens of steps, creating a hurricane-like sensation, and smashed through the second-floor wall as easily as tofu.

Instead of retreating, the Bone Carver advanced, charging directly at Shafiya.

His gait was very strange; if you stared at him for too long, you would have an illusion—you would feel that he was further back than he actually was. He was about a second slower than his actual position, which, in other words, concealed his true location and movements.

This is an assassination technique derived from the Path of Adaptation! The Bone Carver knew this very well. If he didn't kill or repel Shafiya, who was proficient in spell countermeasures, he probably wouldn't be able to cast a single spell.

Both the Path of Beauty and the Path of Twilight are pure magical paths. But his greatest strength lies in the Path of Beauty.

He had just tried to awaken all the statues in the city to cause chaos, but the spell was countered as soon as it was cast.

The feeling was extremely uncomfortable—chaotic magic was running rampant in my body, not only depriving me of the magic I could use for casting spells, but also causing damage to my body.

But Shafiya remained calm in the face of his charge.

Rather than being calm, it would be more accurate to describe it as "neither sad nor happy".

—Ah, I knew it.

I always end up working overtime whenever I go out...

The Grand Guardian called out, "Watch out!"

His griffin suddenly carried him to the very center between Shafiya and the Bone Carver, intending to shield her from the attack.

However, Shafiya simply stood there and shook her staff, and several silver chains appeared from the void, tightly binding the Bone Carver that had turned into a stone statue.

— Clang! The chains tightened immediately, abruptly stopping the charging Bone Carver in place.

A Black Light immediately appeared on the Bone Carver stone body—the color of steel.

His joints cracked inch by inch, spewing out scorching steam mixed with flames.

First came smoke, then a mixture of smoke and flames. In just a moment, the flames stabilized, turning into tiny blue beams of fire.

The chains were stretched to their limit and then suddenly snapped.

The Grand Guardian, carrying Philip, took the brunt of the attack, but only managed a muffled groan. Philip beneath him staggered back half a step.

He was about to retaliate, but more chains, dense and layer upon layer, wrapped around him. Not daring to break Shafiya's control, he stubbornly remained rooted to the spot, holding his crackling thunder spear.

Meg's voice came from behind. "[Release petrification], [Give up resistance]."

The power of authority spread like the roar of a dragon—it was the Dragon Blood Law Decree, the power Meg gained from the ritual of bathing in dragon blood.

In an instant, the taut silver chains suddenly tightened.

The enemy, who had been fighting desperately, suddenly became powerless, and blood gushed from the gaps in the chains.

As the chains emitted a sharp grinding sound and gradually rotated— the Bone Carver's body was actually ground to dust by Shafiya's chains! The chains continued to rotate for more than ten seconds before finally stopping.

As they dispersed, some of the chains had turned crimson. The Bone Carver in the very center had turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

"... Is it over?"

The Grand Guardian, holding his Thunder Spear, asked cautiously.

"Not yet."

Yanis's voice came through. "He escaped—but not too far, he's still nearby."

"Among all the statues he made, one contained a backup of his soul, a third of it. But strictly speaking, it wasn't really him; it was just a backup from a week ago..."

"Master Agnes, how should we distinguish them?"

The Grand Guardian inquired in a serious yet polite manner.

Meg said irritably, "Just hit them all! He's the one who dared to fight back—I have something to do later, so hurry up!"

"That's not necessary, and he can't fight back anyway. Just smash the statue."

Yanis's cheerful voice rang out. "Because I found it a week ago."

"... You knew it was him all along?"

Meg raised an eyebrow and asked the elf in the painting, "So that's why His Majesty asked us to protect Iver tonight?"

"There has to be evidence, after all, he's a big shot in the Iris... and as an elf of the Theocracy, I can't explicitly take sides. This is an internal matter for the human race—but it's different when he comes to us himself." Yanis said with a smile.

She always knows a lot, but she doesn't want to say anything. Or perhaps she can't say it.

"So where is his statue?"

"—It's the statue he made for Sofia a few years ago. The one he was going to put in the St. Genevieve Chapel."

"That's what Yanis said."

Meanwhile, in Isabel's bedroom.

With the teacher's reminder, she had already dressed and was waiting for Iver's arrival with great enthusiasm.

Chapter Two is still around 2 PM~