Self-Destruction

Just as the Steamed Bun was about to pounce on him, Wagnerd remained unresponsive and even chuckled.

"Hahahaha!"

"I've finally found the perfect test subject!"

The almost inhuman face covered in white scales peeked out from under the robe, looking particularly eerie.

Wagnerd gently raised his hand, a faint red magical light flashing in his cloudy eyes, and that power flowed from his fingertips to his target.

[Mind Control]

The Wyrmling, transformed from Steamed Bun, was controlled by that powerful psychic force and actually stopped in mid-air.

Although it temporarily possessed the power of the Red Dragon, it was still just a Wyrmling, about the size of a horse, and had no strength to resist this powerful spell. It could only struggle and writhe in the air, constantly spitting out flames and foul words from its throat.

"You old beast, when I get out, I'm going to sew your mouth shut!"

"I******!"

Wagnerd showed no reaction, as if he hadn't heard anything... He didn't care, and just stared blankly at the dragon's body.

His focus wasn't on the Steamed Bun, but on the body that had perfectly absorbed the Dragon Bloodline, which captivated him immensely.

"From my awakening to now, more than a hundred years have passed, and 36,714 experiments have been conducted."

"There has never been such a perfect product before."

"This is the will of the world; it will grant me the greatest evolution!"

Wagnerd's voice trembled, like a fanatical believer witnessing a miracle. His gaze toward the Steamed Bun grew increasingly greedy, as if he wanted to suck its marrow and devour it alive.

"Come on, child, rebel!"

"Look at this mesmerizing power, just like a real dragon."

"I will find your secret and turn you into nourishment for my great evolution."

Steamed Bun noticed Wagnerd's gaze and immediately felt a chill run down his spine. He finally understood what Lang Li Bai Tiao felt like to be "taken for" by a pure old pervert.

Singo called out from afar, "Steamed Bun! Don't forget what I gave you!"

Steamed Bun then remembered that he still had Rune Firebomb!

Just then, Wagnerd, confident of victory, stood unsuspectingly in front of him.

How could we miss such a great opportunity!

With a determined effort, Steamed Bun pulled out Rune Firebomb mid-air and roared hysterically:

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to explode at you, you beast!"

"Rua! Activate the backup hidden energy!"

"No--"

Wagnerd immediately sensed danger, but before he could stop it, the Steamed Bun triggered the bomb and Self-Destruction.

Several strangely shaped metal spheres were instantly triggered, and the runes engraved on them flashed with dazzling light.

As a deafening sound rang out, a huge fireball formed in mid-air. The violent explosion engulfed Steamed Bun, Wagnerd, the Dog Demon, and others. The scorching flames from the explosion mercilessly devoured them, and the dust and smoke it kicked up shrouded most of the laboratory.

The smoke slowly dissipated.

The ground was blasted open with a huge crater. If the floor, which was specially designed to trap the dragon, had not been thick enough, the explosion might have pierced through the tower, causing the ground to collapse and fall to the level below.

The Wyrmling, which was actually Steamed Bun, was blown to pieces and lay in the ruins.

The dog demon behind him was also turned into a scorching mass of flesh by the powerful bomb.

But the black-robed man remained standing in place, even seemingly suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a spherical shield that shimmered with magical light.

That's a classic, permanent spell combination used by high-ranking Archmage: [Trigger Spell] chained to [Otiluke's Resilient Sphere], which is equivalent to having an extra life. Ordinary sneak attacks would hardly be able to harm them.

"As expected of a mage boss, he's not as simple as he seems."

Singo gazed at the unharmed mage and murmured to himself.

At this moment, however, Wagnerd's ugly and ferocious face showed no relief at having escaped the sneak attack. Instead, it twisted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and he was almost out of his mind.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"Why resist! I need live test subjects!"

"I will definitely find out his secret!"

"No, no, there's still a chance. He has companions. If we can capture them alive—"

Wagnerd quickly turned his head, intending to use magic to bring the two people over.

But then they saw that the two players were each holding Rune Firebomb that had already started and was emitting a "beep" sound from its timer.

Singo grinned maliciously at Wagnerd, not forgetting to taunt him, "It doesn't feel good to be bombed, you old bastard!"

We'll treat you to a fireworks show!

Wagnerd extended his finger, unleashing a green ray, and roared anxiously:

"Stop right there!"

That's the Sixth-Circle Spell [Disintegrate Spell], which can disintegrate even inanimate matter. If this light touches the Rune Firebomb, it will instantly disintegrate into the most ordinary fragments.

But his spell was too late.

The moment the green light was released, the two people turned into dazzling fireballs and were reduced to ashes with the explosion of the Rune Firebomb, leaving Wagnerd no chance and even destroying the surrounding experimental equipment.

"Damn it."

"I will definitely find a more perfect sample!"

Wagnerd slumped to the ground, his body, shrouded in a black robe, trembling violently, as if he had fallen into madness.

"Roar--"

At that moment, a roar came from afar, and the White Dragon struggled violently, the chains binding its body loosening slightly.

The three players' successive Self-Destruction destroyed part of the [Wagnerd Dragon Binding Array] on the ground, giving the White Dragon a chance to break free. Imprisoned for a hundred years, it couldn't wait any longer and seized this precious opportunity, struggling with all its might to try and shake the terrifying array.

Wagnerd's face was ashen, his expression incredibly ferocious. He frantically pounded the ground, making dull thuds.

"Tinia, even you... are you going to defy me?"

"Why, why are you all unwilling to sacrifice yourselves for my great evolution!"

"That's true for Catherine, that's true for Valena, that's true for those intruders, and even for you!"

After venting his anger, Wagnerd's expression gradually calmed down. He slowly got up from the ground and coldly stared at the White Dragon, who was fighting like a trapped beast.

"Looks like I need to give you a little Punishment."

The black-robed mage gently raised his hand, and countless hideous, scaly, and broken limbs rose from the ground.

"Aww—"

A biting wind howled through the Karkha Mountains, and snowflakes fell.

Snow covered the undulating mountains.

Deep within those mountains, in the black tower known as the "Polar Night Demon Tower," a mournful roar echoed once more, continuous and lingering. If it were noticed by a hurried passerby, who knows how many terrifying legends it would give rise to.

The last few chapters were a bit slow, but that's over now; things will pick up speed later.