Red Dragon's Gaze

A series of mental links flew out from Wagnerd, binding Singleo's soul tightly.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, the light in his pupils replaced by a dark red, and his whole body moved stiffly like a puppet, as if he had fallen into a bewitching state.

Wagnerd chuckled and issued the command with his will.

"Came here"

With just a simple command, a powerful mental force flowed through the chains into Singo's brain, and his body moved unconsciously, gently walking to Wagnerd's side.

He stroked Single's scale-covered arm and exclaimed, "Truly... a work of art."

"I've only ever seen such a perfect combination of scales and muscles on real dragons. How come I've never created a work like this before?"

"Move him over here."

Wagnerd issued the order with ease.

Singo obeyed commands like a puppet, carrying the unconscious Born Battle Maniac back to Wagnerd's side.

Wagnerd led them forward, and the Demon Soul Pot that imprisoned the soul of the Steamed Bun flew up. Then, heavy doors opened automatically, and the group arrived at a metal platform carved with dragon scales.

The complex gravity spell runes caused the platform to rise layer by layer.

Each layer of grotesque monsters felt the tremors and let out noisy howls, constantly shaking and banging against the cage, but Wagnerd ignored them, considering them insignificant failures to him.

Finally, they arrived at the top floor of the Black Tower, which was also Wagnerd's most cherished experimental ground— the Demon Dragon Land.

Everywhere were fragments of flesh and blood, severed limbs, and thick blood that almost covered the ground. There were also bloodstained instruments, broken syringes, and sharp knives scattered everywhere.

Wagnerd took a deep, blissful breath, as if savoring the rich, bloody scent in the air.

"Fix him in place"

Singo was controlled, and the Born Battle Maniac was tied to a metal bed.

Wagnerd carefully observed the naturally powerful body of the Born Battle Maniac. His eyes, filled with fanaticism, seemed to be able to see through the scales and skin, to every inch of its structure, and even every drop of viscous blood flowing in the veins.

"Really."

"It's the power of the Red Dragon; the purest dragon blood is flowing in the body of a humanoid creature."

"Why don't they have a rejection reaction? I've tried dozens of times, and even the Frost Giant's strong body can't withstand the White Dragon blood; it would just ruin its entire body. How much more so the most violent and exclusive Red Dragon bloodline?"

"And these organs, the dragon head perfectly fused with the human body—even my most outstanding work Valena, was merely a product of stitching, yet these can achieve a natural transformation."

Wagnerd reluctantly turned his gaze away from the Born Battle Maniac and looked intently into the distance.

His gaze pierced through the cold, thick metal walls, through the towering mountains, and through the vast Storm Highlands, to the enormous Red Dragon residing deep within its palace, its flames gleaming with fanatical light.

"Keosius Klauberwu Norikesius, a Red Dragon that has risen rapidly in just ten years, you must be hiding a lot of secrets."

"I'm becoming more and more interested in you."

North Wind Fortress, inside the Hall of Governance.

Keosius was testing his spell, the [Calamity Dragon Eye] floating beside him began to stir.

The scene unfolded with fragmented images: a battle between the player and Gnoll, a mysterious and dangerous tower, and a bizarre stitched-together monster. The image finally settled on a pair of fanatical eyes.

—That's the special ability of the Calamity Dragon Eye: [Past Sight].

"This is."

Keosius recognized the Steamed Bun" he was paying close attention to at a glance, but that look was definitely not something a player could have, not to mention that " Steamed Bun's" eyes were also flashing with a very high level of magical light.

"Black Tower, Monsters, Spells."

"So it was Wagnerd! He actually possessed a player and dared to openly spy on me!"

"What a reckless madman."

Red Dragon immediately grinned and sneered.

In his previous life, Wagnerd was also infamous, especially for turning his daughter into a monster and for the series of inhumane experiments he secretly conducted, which aroused the collective anger of the players.

The players united as one, and finally, after countless lives were lost, they blasted the "Dragon Mad Black Wizard" into pieces.

Once targeted by this madman, it would be extremely troublesome. Wagnerd is not only a high-level mage, but also has many methods against dragons. Although Keosius is not afraid, he does not want to be entangled with him.

Once you get involved, you must eliminate the problem completely.

He would never gamble on the consequences of letting a high-ranking mage escape.

Keosius exhaled a puff of Sulfur Scent smoke, deciding to teach him a lesson first, and settle the other scores later.

"Heh, since you enjoy spying—"

"Then let you see to your heart's content!"

The Red Dragon slightly raised its head, meeting the gaze from hundreds of miles away. A ferocious smile appeared on its face, and its golden pupils flashed with breathtaking magical light.

Now that he's officially on the Dragon Queen's side, he can be a little more unrestrained.

Sixth-Circle Spell —

Tiamat's Terror Illusion

The illusion crossed the Storm Highlands, pierced through the mountains, and instantly reached Wagnerd's eyes inside the tower, appearing before him.

"Roar--"

With a deafening roar, the nightmarish aggregate appeared before Wagnerd. The four legs of the colorful dragon supported its monstrous body, which writhed and twisted with five necks and five heads, each head corresponding to a different colorful dragon.

The Five-Headed Evil Dragon spread its wings, Sky-Shading, and looked down at Wagnerd with an indescribable look of terror.

"Tiamat, it's Tiamat!"

"The Five-Colored Dragon Queen, the Evil Dragon Queen, Tiamat!"

Wagnerd trembled and cried out in alarm.

The trembling in his body was not only due to fear, but also to excitement and exhilaration.

"How many, how magnificent."

Wagnerd's face was flushed, and he even slurred his words.

For centuries he had been pursuing the power of dragons, and the legendary dragon queen Tiamat, the progenitor of all colored dragons, was undoubtedly the pinnacle of that power, the radiance he had sought throughout his life.

This was merely a fragment of his soul, so naturally he couldn't discern the reality of the illusion. In his extreme fear and excitement, he instinctively mistook this [Tiamat's Terrifying Illusion] for True God descending to earth.

But with his intelligence, how could he not guess that this was caused by spying on the Red Dragon?

The Chromatic Dragon in the sky coldly looked down at the earth, spewing fire, ice, acid, lightning, and poison from the mouths of their five ferocious heads, bringing down the punishment from the God of Evil Dragons.

"Being able to witness Tiamat's majestic figure and feel its unparalleled power, I have no regrets about my existence."

"But you really are special."

"Red Dragon".

Wagnerd looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

The next moment, a dazzling barrage of breath swept over his mind, easily consuming and completely obliterating the wisp of soul.

But before it died, the divided soul exhausted all its power and used magic to transmit a faint stream of information to its original body.