He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 160 Countdown to Absolute Evil Breaking the Seal

Watching Cai Liling leave after she had finished dressing, and then her figure gradually disappear, Su Nian shook her head helplessly.

"I'm actually quite envious of Gargi, his subordinate."

She is incredibly intelligent, can distinguish between what's important and what's not, has a clear understanding of the situation, and most importantly, is very bold, has a keen sense of smell, is willing to sacrifice herself, and is ruthless enough.

If Su Nian had never seen a canary and didn't know what a canary was like when it was young, she could have regarded it as another canary.

Thinking about the fourth condition that Ayari had whispered in her ear, Su Nian revealed an amused expression.

"The last condition is that I can create an opportunity to kill the storyteller and help Leticia get her revenge."

"If my investigation is correct, it was the storyteller who caused Leticia to fall into the Demon Lord and instigated the internal strife among the Garden Knights."

Storyteller, pleasure-seeker, or fantasy—these names all belong to one person, the former leader of the [Fantasy Magic Book Group].

He was also the one who caused Leticia to fall into the Demon King's clutches, and at the same time, he was Ayari's dearest teacher.

Just like Izayoi Sakamaki, the storyteller was like a foster father to Ayari Rin. However, it was a pity that Ayari Rin and Gensou did not develop such a father-daughter relationship.

Aside from teaching each other knowledge and skills, they were more like complete strangers, or even enemies.

The reason he took her as his apprentice was simply because she was Galgi's blood relative in this life.

Backstabbing someone is incredibly easy.

This is the real reason why Cai Liling can persuade Su Nian: the true culprit who once plunged the vampire clan into the abyss.

However, Su Nian also knew that the so-called murderer was just a willful poet and an arrogant madman.

In any case, the original Hakoniwa Knights vampire clan, especially Leticia, the twelve-year-old dragon knight, possessed the shadow of the incarnation of the world dragon they worshipped.

That's practically taking the favor of World King Kurima for granted.

Otherwise, Leticia wouldn't have been able to establish the hierarchy of rulers so smoothly, and even gain access to the central authority of the Little Garden.

Even though the gods were unhappy about this, they kept their displeasure to themselves and remained cooperative on the surface. As for engaging in any underhanded tactics? They wouldn't even dare to think about it; they were very well-behaved.

At least that's what Su Nian's investigation results show, and it's estimated that no one would dare to lie or do anything underhanded in this regard.

But there are always some madmen who are not among them, especially this storyteller, who was known for his arrogance and audacity even in the dawn of time, when he was still a poet.

Especially after establishing the Fantasy Magic Book Group, the slogan they put forward was "to replace the lazy gods and make the Little Garden even more magnificent." It should be noted that there are indeed countless Asura gods and Buddhas active in the Little Garden.

Replacing the lazy gods? What a boastful tone!

So in the end, the Fantasy Magic Book Group was easily wiped out by the saint on duty in the Heavenly Army. Even Fantasy was stripped of all its merits and spiritual status, becoming a no-former, and finally joined the Ouroboros.

And what kind of content do poets most like to see sung and passed down?
It's about gods being dragged down from their pedestals; it's about the dragon-slaying hero becoming the dragon himself; it's about the good people's facade being exposed; it's about the wicked laying down their weapons and becoming enlightened...
So he instigated a rebellion among the vampires, and he made Leticia fall into the clutches of a demon king in order to obtain material for a song.

And so he succeeded. In the mouths of these poets, the vampire was transformed from the originally noble garden knight into a blood-sucking monster, and this story became widely popular.

As for the gods, they said they did nothing, did nothing, and simply watched without offering any advice.

You can't say they were wrong for not warning Leticia and the vampire clan and just standing by, can you?

However, this also reveals one thing: Kurima really has a lot of influence.

Furthermore, the vampire clan rose to power too quickly and experienced too few hardships, leading to their destruction simply from internal strife and slight instigation.

However, even Su Nian could only say that Cai Liling's considerations were indeed comprehensive. In order to prevent Leticia from being stressed, she specifically whispered in her ear.

Of course, Su Nian didn't tell Leticia about her plan to team up with Cai Liling to kill the storyteller.

After all, it's better for Leticia to settle some grudges herself.

All he had to do was to expose the storyteller to Leticia by chance, giving her that opportunity.

Leticia, watching Su Nian, sighed helplessly. For some reason, she felt that Su Nian was taking another big step towards becoming like that guy Chloe.

So, Master, is there any hope for this XP system?
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Meanwhile, on the other side.

After changing back into her previous clothes, Cai Liling returned to a property under Galji's name in the Flame City.

After buying many items that Galgi was interested in at a convenience store by the roadside, Cai Liling gently pushed open the door and walked in, where she was greeted by Galgi's concerned face.

"Ling? What's the seal like beneath the City of Flames?"

Cai Liling, without changing her expression, placed the snacks and some small toys from the bag in her hand on the table, shook her head, and said.

"The situation is not good. After taking away the Void Star Tai Sui and after the power of the Sun's sovereignty was suppressed by Pest using the organizer's authority, the power of Absolute Evil has begun to recover."

"Moreover, the patrols are very tight, and you can be discovered if you're not careful."

"Leticia and Lamia will even take turns guarding the vicinity of the seal."

Ayari said without changing her expression, even though she knew that neither Leticia nor Lamia were patrolling near the seal.

Some of them were just shields that Su Nian had casually set up.

A normal four-digit number would never break it, and even after the seal is broken, it can trap the shield for a considerable period of time.

However, it was clear that she couldn't say that directly. Her Highness had to grow to the point where she could stand on her own, and at least recognize her own identity.

It would be a little disrespectful to His Highness to do this.

"And the most important thing is that we must be prepared in case, in case, absolutely evil breaks out of the seal and we have to confront Him."

At this point, Ayari's voice gradually became more forceful.

"And, at the crucial moment, Your Highness must take advantage of Absolute Evil's lack of power to defeat it and reseal it. Under no circumstances should you kill it."

“We have not broken the true test represented by the spirit of absolute evil. If we kill it, it will only lead to the resurrection of absolute evil in its full glory.”

"Therefore, Your Highness, I suggest we seek help and support from the higher-ups, since it would be almost impossible for us to steal Chenlong with our own strength alone."

Upon hearing this, Galgi fell into deep thought, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

A near-precognitive spiritual connection from the savior reminded him that Rin seemed to have her own thoughts, and perhaps even some expectations of him. It was just a pity that this time he would have to go against Rin's wishes.

Galji closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again. He believed that Rin would not harm him, and even if she did, he respected her wishes.

"Then let's do as Ling says."

Upon hearing this, Ayari sighed softly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Then, Ayari took out her special communication gift and contacted the helper she was looking for.

Her dearest teacher, the poet who molded Gargi, the candidate for the original text, into the one who caused Leticia to fall into the demon king, the storyteller who was the founder of the fantasy magic book group.

If she remembered correctly, her cheap teacher seemed to have lost his spiritual identity a long time ago, which caused him to become a no-former.

Fortunately, with the support of the Ouroboros, he did not lose his life, but instead gained the ability to reduce his presence and remain undetected in front of the Asuras and Buddhas.

So the task of gathering information is entrusted to you, my dear teacher.

Cai Liling thought without a shred of conscience, "As for whether it will cause any danger? Laughable, she's just aiming to kill the storyteller."

Seeing Ayari's dangerous smile, Galji couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine for some reason.

If he knew the canary, he would know where this tingling sensation on his scalp came from.
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Passing through the straight downward spiral, it felt like an infinitely long staircase.

A burly, blond, mature man dressed in the style of an English gentleman slowly descended the stairs, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Da da da! ! !
Silent footsteps echoed in the empty corridor and hall, and the man gently snapped his fingers.

The next instant, the oil lamps that had been extinguished were lit, illuminating the dark passageway and hall.

"So, Canary sealed Azdakar here back then?"

The storyteller spoke with a playful expression, then added in a tone tinged with pity.

"It's just a pity for that old dragon of Salamander, that it actually had to lose a companion like Canary."

However, there was not a trace of pity in his words; there was only mockery and disdain.

It's unclear whether this reflects Az Dakkah's disdain for the fact that the canary failed to overcome the ultimate human trial, Absolute Evil, and could only be sealed away.

Or perhaps it was disdain for someone who dared to overestimate themselves and challenge Azdaqah.

But as he walked, the storyteller noticed something was wrong. He looked around and said with some doubt.

"No? There's no one here? Is Rin lying? Or is she deceiving me?"

At this point, he couldn't help but smile; he couldn't wait to see that he had successfully sown discord between the savior and his blood relatives.

Then write a poem that can be passed down through the ages.

That's just how awful his personality is. After all, how can a song become popular without conflict and a compelling story? Since there's nothing there, he'll just make it himself.

This is one of the reasons why he became infamous; the poet's reputation was ruined by the influence of such a guy.

Just then, a panting sound reached his ears, becoming heavier and clearer as he entered the hall.

"This is... Azdakha's voice?"

The storyteller couldn't help but get excited. That was excellent material for a story to be told, and one of the things he most wanted to witness.

The absolute evil dragon has always been an indispensable figure and presence in poems and epics.

Especially evil beings like Aziz Dakha, whose evil is so pure, like a dragon born to prove the existence of good in the world.

Listening to those heavy breathing sounds, he seemed to be entering a state of mental euphoria, countless exquisite verses colliding and combining in his mind...

As they gradually approached Azdakha.

His breathing became erratic, his body grew heavy, and the color drained from his face little by little. Was this the power of absolute evil?

The storyteller's face lit up with fervor; he couldn't wait to see the absolute evil he envisioned!
He stood there dumbfounded after passing through the last door before the seal was broken.
Is this absolute evil? Is this the evil dragon he imagined?

A feeling of disillusionment and heartbreak washed over him.

Before him, he saw only a three-meter-tall dragon with white jade-like scales all over its body, a three-headed evil dragon frantically tearing at the unmoving shield, or rather, barrier, in front of him.

It was like a stupid dragon beast trapped by a barrier.

"Azdakha? Where is your royal might? Shouldn't you have broken the seal directly?"

Azdakha ignored the chattering little bug, or rather, didn't notice it.

He simply stared calmly at the shield that Su Nian had left behind.

Watching the shield slowly recover, he silently gathered his strength and licked his wounds.

Even He had to admit that Su Nian's shield was rather abstract. Not only could Avesta not replicate it like a mirror, but it also had so many layers.

Even now, after unleashing the full power of the Overlord's Light Wheel, He can only penetrate 99% of it. Moreover, for some reason, He always feels that Su Nian deliberately left that 1% to mock him.

Or is it that the strength of that last 1% of the shield is higher than the previous 99% combined?

Just now, he tried every means possible, whether it was biting, gnawing, eroding, energy bombardment, or decay, but nothing worked.

"Wait for me!! Su Nian!"

"One day I will shatter this shield and fight you to the death!!"

And visibly, without the suppression of Chenlong's sovereignty, His spiritual power was expanding every second, and His aura was recovering every second.

If things continue like this, it will eventually grow to the point where it can break through the shield left by Su Nian.

Meanwhile, the storyteller, who had been ignored all along, was very unhappy. As an arrogant human being, being ignored is often the hardest thing to accept.

(End of this chapter)