Wagnerd

Having learned from his previous mistake, Steamed Bun quietly retreated and whispered, "What should we do?"

Singo stroked his chin, analyzing the situation.

"It seems that this White Dragon has been trapped by Wagnerd and is being used as experimental material. The monsters we saw before probably all have bloodlines from this White Dragon, or even be considered its descendants."

The Born Battle Maniac pointed to the transparent container connected by hundreds of pipes and said, "That should be the true blood of the dragon."

It's important to understand that for native dragons, the only thing capable of creating Dragon Vein Creature is their Dragon True Blood, a precious product resulting from the condensation of their magical energy and its transport through the dragon's unique Base Blood Vessels.

Wagnerd inserted nearly a hundred tubes into the Base Blood Vessels, greedily draining the White Dragon of its true blood.

Singo stared intently at the sleeping White Dragon, then suddenly grinned and said to Steamed Bun beside him, "Steamed Bun, are you interested in destroying that old beast's century-old treasure, or even releasing this White Dragon to create some big trouble for this animal who uses his own daughter as an experiment?"

Steamed Bun had been eagerly anticipating this for a long time, and said with great interest, "Of course!"

"Here you go!"

Singo pulled several round metal balls from his backpack, stuffed them into Steamed Bun's hand, and then said to Born Battle Maniac.

"War Maniac Bro, smash that blood vat open for me!"

"They're here!"

The Born Battle Maniac swung his battle axe with all his might, smashing it towards the transparent container.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The container was covered in magical runes, making it far more durable than ordinary glass. But under the Barbarian's repeated hammer blows, tiny white spots first appeared on the side of the container, then radial cracks appeared, and then the cracks grew larger and larger until the container shattered completely, and dragon blood filled with magical elements gushed out.

Singo quickly stepped forward, collected several full bottles of dragon blood using the bottles he had prepared beforehand, and then let the precious true blood spill onto the ground.

The Born Battle Maniac was still smashing those hair-raising experimental instruments, using the purest means of force to smash those carefully adjusted things to pieces.

The slumbering White Dragon was finally awakened by the commotion caused by the players.

It opened its eyes, slowly struggled to its feet, the magical chains binding its body swaying violently, the tubes inserted into its body also swaying, and the magic circle beneath it flickered with intense magical light, ultimately binding the White Dragon tightly and forcing it to lie down again.

"Aww—"

The White Dragon's struggle ended in failure once again, and it turned its head away.

Those vertical pupils were fixed on the player in front of him, revealing a long-suppressed rage.

The Steamed Bun was startled by the cold glint in those eyes. Instinctively, it raised its hand in a French salute, muttering to itself, regardless of whether the White Dragon understood it or not:

"Don't eat me, Dragon Bro, no, Sister."

"I'm a Dragonborn, after all. I just want to smash some things and annoy that old pervert. We're in this together."

"Roar--"

The White Dragon did not respond, but merely let out a furious roar, its massive body struggling once more, its scales seemingly about to stand on end.

But its eyes weren't on the players; instead, they were fixed on a spot behind them—an altar carved with a ferocious dragon head.

But Singo realized that the roar wasn't directed at the players, but at something behind them.

He quickly led everyone to hide to the side, and quietly peeked out to observe—

Ripples appeared in the space, and then a pair of ferocious claws tore through the space, creating jagged cracks.

A man walked out of the dark void.

He was dressed in a black cloak, his face shrouded in some kind of mist, and on his chest was a rusty medal with a flame bearing eyes burning on a dragon's claw.

The man, or rather Wagnerd, let out a cackling laugh.

"Ah, I'm back."

"Long time no see, my dear 'Sleeping Beauty'."

"Roar!"

The White Dragon's vertical pupils were filled with rage. If looks could kill, it would have devoured the black-robed man in the distance. The White Dragon let out suppressed, hoarse roars. Its massive body struggled violently, rolling and thrashing against the restraints, ignoring the deep bloodstains left on its body.

The man in black robes didn't seem to care at all, and said with a "doting" tone:

"Hehe, after all these years, you're still as prone to being childish as ever."

He chuckled softly and slightly raised his hand.

The [Wagnerd Dragon Binding Array] beneath the White Dragon emitted a terrifying magical light, and countless new chains rose from the ground, encircling the White Dragon's battered body. The magical chains were more solid than ever before, binding the White Dragon more tightly like a giant python strangling its prey, almost completely enveloping it.

The White Dragon's scales were crushed, and even its bones made a creaking sound.

"Aww—"

Its head hung low, its neck pressed limply to the ground, and a mournful cry came from deep in its throat.

Wagnerd calmly stepped forward and gently stroked the small, pointed beak-like protrusion on the White Dragon's nose.

"Tinia, my most precious specimen, are you finally willing to submit willingly?"

Just then, the White Dragon, which had been on the verge of death, suddenly sprang up, stretched its neck as far as it could, and opened its blood-red maw to bite the man in black robes.

"Aww!"

However, when it tried its best to close its jaws, it bit into nothing, and the two rows of interlocking teeth collided with a crisp "crack" sound.

Only a blurry wisp of mist remained in the White Dragon's mouth.

Wagnerd was already dozens of meters away.

He laughed wildly, clapped incessantly, and trembled with excitement.

"Haha, hahaha!"

"That's wonderful! That's more like it. That's the dragon I love. I love the way you struggle. It's so beautiful! Just like when that Red Dragon ate Catherine more than a hundred years ago. That image is etched in my mind. No work of art can compare to it. I will never forget it."

"Come on, tear me to pieces with all your might! It would be best if you could eat me alive!"

"I would cheer for this, I would be ecstatic!"

Wagnerd opened his arms to the White Dragon like a fanatical pilgrim, while the White Dragon repeatedly broke through the magic circle's restraints, its eyes filled with boundless hatred, constantly trying to attack Wagnerd.

The scene looked rather eerie.

Steamed Bun, hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself, "This guy is a complete lunatic!"

Wagnerd paused, seemingly sensing something.

"However, before enjoying the happy time, we still need to deal with the little mouse that has broken in."

"These naughty little ones have made a mess of my house."

The voice sounded somewhat like gritted teeth.