Chapter 465: What’s the Point of Keeping Integrity

Chapter 465: What’s the Point of Keeping Integrity

Not only did she crush Zheng Yichen’s thoughts, she even made a corresponding demonstration. The insect in her hand, which had been lively, became more and more manic, and eventually, over-excited, it stretched its legs and died on the spot…

“See? This type of insect can only survive on mana aura. Even if I inject my mana, it will cause its death,” Annie said. Zheng Yichen completely gave up any extra ideas. Annie was a witch, how could her control over mana be poor? Even then, it could kill such an insect. As for using life mana to maintain its vitality and extend its life until they could find that ‘Derivative Witch’…

“I’ll go find it myself,” Zheng Yichen finally gave up, shifting his focus back to the Alchemical Avatar, trying to trace through the clues at the scene… Wait, if Annie couldn’t do it, what about Irene?

Zheng Yichen took out a bottle. A light whirlwind formed at its mouth, collecting the nearby mana aura belonging to the Undying Witch. He redirected his attention to his main body and found Irene. When Irene saw Zheng Yichen, she showed no surprise at all, having already expected his arrival…

“Roar!! You despicable human woman, do you know who you just ambushed? Let me tell you, if anything happens to this dragon, you will definitely be thrown into the fires of Purgatory and burned to ashes, you won’t even see the River Styx… Awoo~! I was wrong, stop hitting me!!” The Red Dragon Augusta, struck on the face by a grey long whip, screamed and surrendered. It wasn’t that he was weak and couldn’t take even one lash, but because this attack on his face didn’t just bring physical pain; it also caused intense agony in his soul.

He could still endure the former; if it became too much, he could just pass out. But the latter was something he couldn’t endure; he couldn’t even faint from it. What’s more, the soul pain wouldn’t fade with accumulation; it would only grow stronger. If he didn’t surrender, Augusta felt that after a couple more lashes, he would say even more humiliating things.

Damn it, why was this woman’s magic whip so powerful? Where was this dragon’s Magic Resistance? Did it just vanish?!

However, his surrender seemed meaningless here. The woman standing before Augusta, her expression somewhat vacant, swung the second lash. Augusta let out an “Awoo” as tears fell. It was just too painful. “Quick! Quick, stop! I can’t take it, I’ll give you whatever you want! Dragon Scale? Dragon Blood? Or what?!”

“…” The woman didn’t speak, raising her hand. The third lash fell. The Red Dragon Augusta struggled continuously. He wanted to roll on the ground. Tears and snot kept streaming down. The pain was almost suffocating, yet his consciousness was very clear. His Dragon Body convulsed violently under the deep soul agony. Under the intense pain, he couldn’t breathe, and Augusta’s eyes revealed utter despair.

Damn it, this was worse than staying unconscious. When unconscious, he wouldn’t know what was happening to him, but at least he wouldn’t bear this kind of pain he never wanted to endure in his entire life. Dragon God above, take me away quickly, I really don’t want to live anymore!!!

He now hated the layer of grey shackles covering his body. These shackles completely sealed his mana flow, even preventing him from mobilizing his Spiritual Power. In such a state, how could he even summon the Magic Weapon Summoning Book? Could it get any more desperate? No way to call for help, he could only endure this crazy woman’s ‘lesson’. Wait! Could she be purposely torturing him to enjoy his pained expression right now?!

Nothing gave more satisfaction than stepping on a dragon. Augusta’s eyes widened fiercely, pondering whether to be tough and not give her the satisfaction she wanted, or continue like this, satisfying her twisted psychology, hoping she would stop whipping.

Which one should he choose?

While he was deciding, the woman before him raised and lowered her hand again, another lash!

“Awoo aahhhh—” With his mind going blank, Augusta completely gave up thinking. To hell with choices, this dragon was going to die! Help! Someone save this dragon! Even signing a Summoning Contract shameful for the Dragon Clan would be fine now, so can anyone come… Augusta roared frantically in his heart.

Then the fifth lash fell.

“…” Eyes vacant, Augusta lay on the ground in a daze, his expression truly looking as if he had been broken. Augusta’s thoughts plummeted from their peak to the lowest point. This time, he completely abandoned thinking. He had no motivation to think at all now. His entire heart was empty. Thinking? What was that… Better to just let his consciousness drift. He could even feel his Soul fluctuating violently, as if it might detach from his body the next moment. So, was he going to die?

Watching the woman raise her hand again, Augusta’s face showed none of the earlier agony-driven frenzy, replaced instead by utter calm. Perhaps dying right now would be a release. After waiting a while, as the constant soul pain lessened a bit and no new pain came, Augusta couldn’t help but open his eyes to look at the woman with the vacant expression. It had been so long without another lash, had she grown a conscience? Or had she realized the Dragon Clan was not to be messed with and decided to stop?

If so, for this alone, this dragon would forgive you. Just as long as you stop hitting this dragon… Thinking this, Augusta let out another blood-curdling scream!!

“Awooo! You demon woman! You’re definitely torturing me on purpose, aren’t you?! Awooo roar! If you have the guts, kill me!!” Augusta screamed hysterically. The woman’s vacant eyes gained a bit more life. She looked at the Red Dragon lying on the ground, stunned for a long time, then gently nodded and uttered two words that shattered Augusta.

“Correct.”

“Ahhhhh!!” Augusta twisted his body violently, trying to break free from the damn restraints. He even thought of that ‘bite your tongue to commit suicide’ method discussed on the Magic Weapon Forum, though he didn’t know if it would work. But if he somehow survived, or if biting his tongue didn’t succeed, wouldn’t he become a disabled dragon missing its tongue if rescued later?

That was also unbearable. The reason he thought this was simple: the woman said she just wanted to torture him, not take his life, so he probably wouldn’t die, right?

“But don’t whip me anymore! Can we try a different way?!!” Augusta watched as the woman raised her hand again. Ignoring the swelling pain on his face from repeated lashes, his head scraped against the ground from his struggling movements, his whole being screaming to get away from this woman, just don’t get hit again!

“… Fine. Tell me where the other dragons are…”

“…” Augusta’s face was full of conflict. What kind of weird obsession did this woman have, looking for dragons? And one wasn’t enough for her? Didn’t she know you shouldn’t mess with the dragons active on the Continent now? As long as they didn’t cause trouble outside, if anything happened to them, the Dragon Clan would surely launch a massive retaliation. This was taught within the Dragon Clan. As long as they were in the right, the Dragon Clan could use that point to be completely unreasonable to the extreme.

In less than five seconds of hesitation, the woman lashed him again. Augusta immediately roared, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk!! Stop hitting me, I’ll say anything! Which dragon are you looking for?”

“All of them.”

Damn, such a big appetite? She planned to round up all the dragons on the Continent. Augusta thought with some conflict. There were only three active dragons on the Continent… oh, four now. He knew the location of two. Even if he didn’t say, it could be investigated, no need for wasted effort. And this woman in front of him seemed unaware. So, could he trick her?

She dared attack him for no reason. If he could lure her to the Sanctuary Church, then… hmph hmph hmph!

Slash!

“Ahh awoo! I won’t overthink, I’ll talk right now, I’ll talk right now!” Augusta wailed and told the locations of the remaining two members of his clan. Under unbearable pain, things like integrity could be thrown away. The continuous whipping before was unbearable; the spaced-out whipping now actually allowed him to catch his breath, but that made it even more excruciating, living death.

“Quick, tell me… No, what kind of dragons are they?” The woman with the vacant expression, upon mentioning dragons, finally looked much more animated, but it was mostly a kind of confusion, a kind of hatred.

“A dragon is just a dragon, what else?” Augusta asked, confused. Seeing the woman raise her hand again, he immediately shouted, “Don’t hit, don’t hit! Of the remaining two dragons, one is a Black Dragon and one is a Green Dragon!”

“Black… Black Dragon? Find this one.”

“Uh, I can’t move right now, could you maybe release me first?” Augusta twisted his body, a glint flashing in his eyes. As long as he could move, he would absolutely immediately… call for help!!

He really couldn’t stand it anymore. The woman glanced at Augusta indifferently, waved her hand, and his massive Dragon Body flew up in the air. Augusta’s head, having suffered repeated blows, slammed into the wall, and he cleanly passed out. This was also painful, but feeling he could finally lose consciousness, just before passing out, Augusta felt only immense happiness in his heart. Finally, he didn’t have to suffer that non-dragon treatment anymore.

He never thought passing out could be such a huge blessing. The woman’s hateful image in Augusta’s mind also became slightly ‘prettier’… Although she was still like a demon, a demon turning into a succubus was still a change, right?