Chapter 132: Same Clan!?

Chapter 132: Same Clan!?

“Alchemical Puppets!” The person in charge of handling emergencies looked at the information from the investigation and raised an eyebrow. He glared fiercely at the person who had delivered the report. “Are you all blind and deaf? Can’t you even recognize Alchemical Puppets!?”

“This… those Alchemical Puppets had heartbeats, breathed, could speak… they were almost no different from humans…”

“Did we capture any?”

“They all self-destructed.”

“…” The person in charge twitched at the corner of his mouth, feeling the urge to curse. He waved his hand irritably, dismissing the scout. He couldn’t really blame them for failing at their task; it was just that the enemy was too cunning. For an Alchemical Puppet to be disguised to that extent… Having a heartbeat and breath indeed made it very difficult to tell them apart.

Especially in an environment like this, where the entire Campsite was a mixed bag. There had been similar situations before, but back then, those with ill intentions simply didn’t have the ability to break through the Node’s protection. It didn’t matter if they attempted assassinations; after they were exposed, the Sanctuary Church could even less politely use them as power sources.

“Damn? Not like this…” Zheng Yichen looked at the newly filled positions below and worriedly scratched his head. He didn’t have any backup methods to deal with these people. Now, he could only stare blankly at the Sanctuary Church members who had taken up the positions. As for the ball of light in his hand, even though he had torn it from the Light Screen, he didn’t know how to use this thing.

Using Magic?

After thinking for a moment, he took out the Magic Weapon Summoning Book and stuffed this strange energy into it. The quality of this thing wasn’t high, but holding it with one hand was troublesome. Since reasoning was out of the question, all Zheng Yichen could do was try his hardest, using all his strength, to tear at these Light Screens.

“Damn… why is Enlargement Magic useless on me.” Somewhat irritably flipping through the Magical Grimoire, he quickly browsed the Magic he needed inside. Back then, Loris was able to enlarge a book using that kind of Magic. However, that Magic was very unsuitable for living creatures. Even if he forced it on himself, considering the Dragon Clan’s Magic Resistance, it would be remarkable if it could increase his size by one-tenth.

What use was such a tiny increase? It was useless!

After working hard for over two hours, Zheng Yichen had lost track of how much of this power sourced from the Light Screen he had stuffed into the Magic Weapon Summoning Book. Under the suppression of the White Moonlight, the Black Mist had gradually faded. Zheng Yichen wasn’t sure if he was seeing things, but he could vaguely make out a slender figure at the center of the Black Mist area… Huh?

Wasn’t she supposed to be a Loli? The build seemed a bit off. Could it be he had mistaken the person?

Zheng Yichen was puzzled, but his hands didn’t slow down. Some big shots on the ground were sweating and staring at him coldly. The Light Screen, which should have fully formed in about half an hour and could then function continuously without needing an external power supply, had been delayed for two whole hours from achieving self-sustaining operation due to this damn dragon’s meddling. The ‘power sources’ in the Campsite just needed to sit there and supply power.

Those who were shouldering the main burden not only exerted themselves but also drained their energy. Under normal circumstances, once the Light Screen became fully self-operational, their condition would at most decline by one-fifth. Under the suppression of White Moonlight, that would be enough to eliminate a Witch in a weakened state, especially since how much of her power could she even exert then?

Although such a Witch still posed a significant threat—after all, a Witch going Berserk possessed power more than ten times her original level. If not stopped in advance, this multiplier could rise even more dramatically. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been records of a continent being sunk in the past. Even in a weakened state, such a Witch could exert considerable power.

However, the Campsite had plenty of cannon fodder. Even if she could exert power, she wouldn’t be able to recover even a shred of it. For every bit of power she consumed, she would grow weaker. As for drawing power from the outside… Under White Moonlight, all external power was like potent poison and harmful to a Witch.

The expected time had been extended by a full hour and a half, causing their condition to drop by nearly one-third. Yet, they couldn’t stop the process now. If the Light Screen couldn’t form, they had to drag it out until dawn. After dawn, the Black Moon would completely disappear. Without the Black Moon’s boost, the Witch’s power wouldn’t be so exaggerated.

This Black Mist was the Witch’s power. Once it was completely Purified and dawn broke, they would be facing a Witch who, after losing control of her power, couldn’t gather it back…

No matter what, the outcome was the same. It was just that the latter option was much more troublesome, exhausting, and unstable… Even Sanctuary Church members with good self-restraint were starting to curse Zheng Yichen in their hearts.

Damn this second plan is way too damn unstable!!

“Hang in there a little longer… It won’t be smug for much longer!” A young Sanctuary Church knight stared fiercely at Zheng Yichen in the sky, his composure long gone. A Witch Hunt was such a glorious event, and this dragon was actually sabotaging it! Did he not want his good dragon life anymore!?

If it weren’t for that Light Screen absorbing all external power, and them having no wings to fly up, this dragon would have been knocked down long ago!

“Roar roar roar!!”

“Huh?” Zheng Yichen, who was really enjoying the tearing, heard a rather familiar sound. How should he put it? It sounded just like the howling he couldn’t suppress every morning upon waking up, roaring at the sky.

Damn, same clan!?

Seeing a figure approaching from afar, Zheng Yichen’s eyelids twitched violently. Right now, the beings he least wanted to see weren’t the Sanctuary Church members, but the Dragon Clan of this world. After all, dragons were rare in this world. Few people have seen them, so someone might mistake a big lizard with transplanted wings and changed colors for a dragon…

But for a true Dragon Clan member, it would be like, ‘Are you fucking kidding me with this monkey, saying it’s a dragon?’ They’d probably slap you dead!

Although Zheng Yichen’s appearance and body were exactly the same as a true Dragon Clan member, without any difference, and even more robust and strong, his Soul was genuinely that of an Earth person… Using Otherworld terms, he was a Cursed Dragon possessing a dragon’s body. Even though he didn’t suffer from the many negative punishments of a Cursed Dragon, he also hadn’t inherited much of the true core characteristics of a proper Dragon Clan member. The biggest drawback was the Dragon’s Aura.

When dragons meet for a friendly visit, naturally there’s casual talk. But if a fight is about to start, it begins with the Dragon’s Aura, much like humans exchanging a few polite or harsh words before a fight—starting with Dragon’s Aura served a similar purpose. The problem was, apart from his loud voice, Zheng Yichen had absolutely no Dragon’s Aura. His Dragon’s Aura had long vanished along with the petrified Eggshell from back then.

“Whose dragon whelp are you, interfering in such matters? Prepare to go back and face punishment!”

“…” Zheng Yichen looked speechlessly at the dragon in front of him, who spoke first, was several times larger than him, and carried considerable pressure… Judging by the color, it was a fiery-tempered Red Dragon. He lightly tapped the Magic Weapon Summoning Book beside him with a finger, and a red spear appeared in his claw…

Screw you!