Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 22 Phantom
Just as she raised her hand, the gaze of some unknown entity swept over her, causing her to pause involuntarily.

Even the Archbishop of Stanton, high in the sky, turned his head in surprise, "What...is this?"

Suddenly, a scepter radiating divine light appeared out of thin air in the skeleton's hand, and the scholar's face showed astonishment—the Scepter of Divine Favor!?

The priests chasing behind also recognized what she was holding and were stunned into silence! Their originally agile dodging movements turned into stiff, straight lines.

The skeleton glanced at them, about 500 meters away.

Don't miss out!

The girl revealed her canine teeth at the corner of her mouth. In the pouring rain, she raised her hand and pointed her cane far behind the Zhiyuan, her skirt fluttering against the wind.

"Kagerou: Starlight!"

There was no time to ponder why an undead could use high-level light magic, especially since it was clearly her true specialty. Compared to this, her previous elemental magic was practically a hobby, both in terms of casting speed and power.

More than twenty dazzling beams of light instantly ripped through the rain, their traces in the night sky vanishing in an instant, leaving only the raindrops disappearing along the narrow path. The protective light barrier around the priest shattered, and he lost consciousness, plummeting downwards.

There are no attribute advantages or disadvantages, only absolute numerical superiority!
The shields of the four bishops were also broken, and they were seriously injured, barely managing to steady themselves.

"Miss White Bone?" Su Ming asked, "Are you alright?"

Through the skeletal markings, Su Ming clearly sensed that the Zhiyuan's condition had suddenly deteriorated, and even the protective array of the power unit was beginning to lose its support. He hurriedly lowered the boiler temperature and began to slow down.

"I'm still here," came the skeleton's reply. "I'm just exhausted."

But as the Zhiyuan slowed down, the pursuing group did not take the opportunity to get closer, but gradually fell behind—the bishops suspended the pursuit.

“Those priests who fell into the sea are not dead,” the skeleton explained the current situation. “The bishops are busy rescuing people.”

"Should I continue turning?" Su Ming asked, recalling that there was an archbishop on the clouds.

“No need, it’s over,” White Bone replied. She dismissed her scepter, lay on the ground, propped her head up, and watched as a dazzling figure pierced through the clouds and landed in front of the Zhiyuan.

“Chestnut Owl Scholar, you’re disturbing my meal.” Stanton flew backward, the sea breeze whistling past him.

The archbishop gazed at the languid skeleton before him and spoke in a deep voice, “Tonight’s supper is Oran fried butter pastry, and the fruit is fresh Huaxi strawberries. As soon as I arrived at the table, the cook set them out, and the maid poured me rum hot cocoa.”

Stanton angrily swung a hand, his immense magical power materializing and pressing down on the Zhiyuan. "I haven't eaten a single bite yet!"

The ship, whose speed had already been reduced to 16 knots, began to slide toward 15 and 14 knots, with everything in the engine room operating normally.

Su Ming felt nothing, not even the slightest pressure; the force field from the other side was clearly only affecting the ship.

"You can still make it if you hurry back," the skeleton said to Stanton, sounding listless.

Stanton raised his other hand, about to make a move, when a certain flutter of emotion arose for no apparent reason.

The Zhiyuan had somehow already left the rain zone.

The clouds were still there, and all around was pitch black. An eerie silence hung in the air, and the waves had subsided imperceptibly. Above the sea, only the humming of the steam engines aboard the Zhiyuan could be heard.

Su Ming had a feeling that the bones beneath his feet suddenly emanated an aura of being offended and about to explode. Wait, wasn't the supposed bewilderment and obsession of the deceased supposed to be about traveling and quietly appreciating beautiful scenery?
Stanton, sitting opposite him, unconsciously swallowed hard. The gaze of the dead man was looming over him, making him feel like he was being pricked by needles.

The next moment, the pre-set spell was triggered.

A light shone above the clouds, without a sound. Su Ming only saw the clouds shattered by immense force, some even crashing into the sea, spreading out after the impact. They were so enormous that everything seemed to move in slow motion.

The once arrogant Stanton was slammed into the sea the instant that immense force manifested.

Su Ming looked up and, through the gaps in the shattered clouds, saw a massive bone dragon gleaming with a mesmerizing light. Bathed in moonlight, it hovered in mid-air, coldly gazing down below.

Its appearance is exactly the same as the one Su Ming saw in the illusion of the white bone mark a few days ago!
So that was Russell, the necromancer who created the skeletons!

"Truly dedicated," the scholar remarked from the top of the ship's deck, glancing at the bone dragon.

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Su Ming's vision blurred for a moment, and then he realized that the bone dragon had vanished without warning, leaving the moonlit sky empty. If it weren't for the ravaged clouds all around, it would have seemed like nothing more than a dream.

What happened next made Su Ming feel like he was floating in the clouds—he watched Stanton sink deeper and deeper into the sea, watched the Zhiyuan return to normal speed, and watched the ocean recover and the waves fill the surroundings again.

The Zhiyuan continued forward, and the temple bishop, who had finally caught up, began salvaging Stanton again. The black dots in the night sky grew farther and farther away until they disappeared from sight.

The clouds began to thin, and moonlight filtered through the gaps, slicing the night sea into irregular fragments. The Zhiyuan glided through this mosaic of moonlight.

ended?
Su Ming suppressed the dreamlike feeling in his heart. He reduced the speed to 14 knots, immediately left the control room, and climbed to the top of the ship's deck. He looked around and saw the skeleton standing quietly in front of the railing, facing the sea breeze.

The magical aura that had been surrounding her was no longer there.

"Please don't come any closer." Just as Su Ming was about to step forward, Bai Gu's voice came, but it was very muffled.

"Are you alright?" Su Ming asked worriedly.

"I'm sorry, I can't maintain a stable form for the time being. I don't want you to see me like this." Bai Gu seemed to have done something, and her voice became slightly more normal, but she still had her back to Su Ming. "I need to sleep for a while, so I'll have to trouble you from now on."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

"You too, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Su Ming turned around, intending to inspect the engine room to ensure the stable operation of the power unit. Suddenly, he smelled a whiff of fried pastries, which vanished in the sea breeze.

Su Ming turned around and saw an open tablecloth on the ground. It was empty except for some crumbs of pastry and red fruit juice stains.

“Uh, this is what Stanton was carrying. I thought it looked strange, so I took it,” White Bone explained. “It probably contained food before, but it got scattered during the battle just now.”

A hiccup sounded, and the voice of the skeleton became somewhat abnormal again.

Su Ming sighed. He had thought he could finally change his diet, but now he could only continue to rely on instant noodles.

He's been eating this stuff for four days now!
"By the way, Miss White Bone, from the temple's perspective, our successful escape this time was like kicking a hornet's nest, right?" Su Ming suddenly asked before leaving.

"Yes, what?"

(End of this chapter)