Honkai Summoning.

Osman's hair and beard fluttered, which had nothing to do with Su Mo's oppressive aura; it was simply the result of him casting wind magic, which suspended him in mid-air.

"So what's your choice?" Su Mo looked at Osman, already considering whether to just kill the old man.

Whether or not he is killed has no impact on Su Mo.

Even Louise, to Su Mo, was nothing more than an NPC in this world.

"My choice."

Osman snorted coldly, looking like he would rather die than submit, but what he said was completely different from his expression: "As long as you allow me to spy on **** as I please, I don't mind helping you."

"……are you serious?"

After a moment of silence, Su Mo spoke. Even he was silent for a while because of Osman's words, so the reaction of the group of people at his feet was naturally exaggerated.

If Su Mo hadn't made them kneel, some of them might have already jumped up.

As the dean, although he is usually unreliable and lecherous, shouldn't he step forward and demonstrate his strength to save the students from danger at such a critical moment?

A more emotionally charged plot point is that Principal Osman, despite being weaker than the terrifying dragon Su Mo, still fought desperately against Su Mo and ultimately died a heroic death under the dragon's claws, creating an escape opportunity for many students.

After escaping, everyone worked hard and eventually mastered their skills, cultivating all four magic systems to their peak. They avenged Osman, accomplished the feat of personally slaying the dragon, and became heroes of Tristine and the entire world.

Shouldn't the correct script have gone this way?!

Why did Osman surrender so readily? Or was the old man deliberately saying that to lower the dragon's guard and find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack?

That's not impossible!

Thinking of this situation, many students and teachers looked at Osman with renewed excitement. In order to create opportunities for them, the principal was willing to ruin his own reputation. If this is not great, then what is?

“Of course I’m serious.” Osman nodded.

Su Mo lowered his head, glanced at the few people who still held hope, and said without any sympathy, "Perhaps they think you're just saying this to lower my guard?"

"Heh." Osman chuckled softly from the side, picking up where Su Mo left off, "I'm sorry, although I know very well what everyone is thinking. In fact, even I feel that an old man like me should do my part before I die and make a contribution to the younger generation."

"But not all old guys are so noble. Some old bastards who are still alive will do it without hesitation if killing you will allow them to live."

Osman's voice reached everyone's ears, instantly transforming him from a "grandpa" who should have been sacrificed into a lackey working for the demon dragon Su Mo.

"While I'm not shameless enough to do that, I'd rather not sacrifice myself for you. Actually, I wasn't a very capable person before, and I almost died on the battlefield. I only survived because someone saved me."

"Heroes and such have never been my thing, so don't expect me to be one," Osman said, his right hand trembling almost imperceptibly behind his back.

Actually, he did make a move earlier; he attacked Su Mo as soon as he "sneaked" over.

The consequence is that his right hand is now practically no longer his own. Osman even suspects that the inside of the arm has been completely destroyed, and it is only the shape of the hand that remains.

This wasn't even Su Mo attacking him; it was just a rebound from the terrifying power emanating from the other party after he made his move. It was like an ordinary person punching a wall hard—only their own hand bones would break, not the wall.

For the wall, it wasn't even a "counterattack".

The same applies to Su Mo. This was not a small lesson he taught Osman; it was a sin that Osman himself brought upon himself.

If he really wanted to be taught a lesson, Osman wouldn't just remain suspended in mid-air; his fate would be far more tragic.

Seeing only a glimpse of Su Mo's power made Osman realize how powerful he was—a power that instilled utter despair. Therefore, his choice was self-evident.

Chapter 560 The Old Man's Counterattack

"So, does anyone object to what I just said?"

Su Mo looked down at the group of people at his feet and asked a question. He flapped his wings slightly, and a huge gust of wind swept in, making it almost impossible for everyone to stand up. They involuntarily knelt on the ground.

"No need to kneel down to express your wishes, just speak. Of course, I am extremely grateful for your cooperation," Su Motian said shamelessly, making many students and teachers wish they could pounce on her and bite off a piece of flesh from this terrifying dragon.

However, the fact that dragons have the prefix "terrible" proves that they can't do anything, and even without the "terrible" prefix, the image of "dragon" alone is enough to cause widespread panic.

There are still huge differences between dragons, and Su Mo's current appearance undoubtedly represents the most powerful and most dangerous type of dragon to humans.

Just half a minute ago, many commoners in the academy admired Su Mo when they saw him defeat Ji Xiu with a flick of his finger. But now, that admiration has completely turned into fear.

For many commoners, Su Mo's appearance was simply a matter of replacing the nobles who oppressed them with a dragon; in reality, there wasn't much difference.

Although they seem to be completely different creatures, Su Mo has always maintained a human "form," speaks human language, and is "humorous," so to some extent, people do not feel that he is another kind of creature.

Furthermore, Su Mo is a familiar, and as such, he must have a master.

The commoners, of course, couldn't fathom why they would fight Su Mo in the sky, so they knelt down with utmost decisiveness, far more so than the nobles.

As for those nobles, they were usually the ones who had others kneeling before them. Now, they were suddenly "frightened" into kneeling by the pressure from Su Mo. However, they were only kneeling physically; they remained standing in spirit.

As an old monster, Su Mo could certainly see this: "I know that most of you are definitely not doing this voluntarily. But I don't mind this kind of thing, even if you curse me a hundred times in your hearts, I don't care."

"Anyway, I don't need to unlock any more of your positions—in fact, no matter what you think, I can still unlock 108 different positions for you if I want to."

"So, as long as you behave well and do things according to my instructions, you will find that life is still quite wonderful."

"Do you think what I said makes sense, Mr. Principal?"

With his last words, Su Mo turned to the white-haired old man who had suddenly appeared beside him.

The old man had a thick head of white hair and a long white beard, his face almost entirely hidden in the white hair. What was most striking were his sharp, bright eyes that were completely out of character for his age.

This old man is Osman, the principal of the Tristine Magic Academy. He usually looks like an extraordinary old man.

However, what makes him unusual is his lustful nature. While most old men his age would have already become celibate, he still tirelessly sends his little mouse familiar to spy on the color of his female assistant's underwear every day.

Generally speaking, an old man who seems lecherous and shameless, yet holds a high position, may occasionally call his assistant, but he is actually a powerful figure, perhaps even a legendary figure with an extremely brilliant record.

When it comes down to the crucial moment, it will dazzle countless people.

Osman didn't seem to escape this tactic either. He hovered beside Su Mo and withstood the pressure of the demonic dragon emanating from Su Mo. Even the rat familiar on his shoulder bared its teeth at Su Mo.

He's far more powerful than the group of people under Su Mo's feet.

"indeed."

Osman's hair and beard fluttered, which had nothing to do with Su Mo's oppressive aura; it was simply the result of him casting wind magic, which suspended him in mid-air.

"So what's your choice?" Su Mo looked at Osman, already considering whether to just kill the old man.

Whether or not he is killed has no impact on Su Mo.

Even Louise, to Su Mo, was nothing more than an NPC in this world.

"My choice."

Osman snorted coldly, looking like he would rather die than submit, but what he said was completely different from his expression: "As long as you allow me to spy on **** as I please, I don't mind helping you."

"……are you serious?"

After a moment of silence, Su Mo spoke. Even he was silent for a while because of Osman's words, so the reaction of the group of people at his feet was naturally exaggerated.

If Su Mo hadn't made them kneel, some of them might have already jumped up.

As the dean, although he is usually unreliable and lecherous, shouldn't he step forward and demonstrate his strength to save the students from danger at such a critical moment?

A more emotionally charged plot point is that Principal Osman, despite being weaker than the terrifying dragon Su Mo, still fought desperately against Su Mo and ultimately died a heroic death under the dragon's claws, creating an escape opportunity for many students.

After escaping, everyone worked hard and eventually mastered their skills, cultivating all four magic systems to their peak. They avenged Osman, accomplished the feat of personally slaying the dragon, and became heroes of Tristine and the entire world.

Shouldn't the correct script have gone this way?!

Why did Osman surrender so readily? Or was the old man deliberately saying that to lower the dragon's guard and find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack?

That's not impossible!

Thinking of this situation, many students and teachers looked at Osman with renewed excitement. In order to create opportunities for them, the principal was willing to ruin his own reputation. If this is not great, then what is?

“Of course I’m serious.” Osman nodded.

Su Mo lowered his head, glanced at the few people who still held hope, and said without any sympathy, "Perhaps they think you're just saying this to lower my guard?"

"Heh." Osman chuckled softly from the side, picking up where Su Mo left off, "I'm sorry, although I know very well what everyone is thinking. In fact, even I feel that an old man like me should do my part before I die and make a contribution to the younger generation."

"But not all old guys are so noble. Some old bastards who are still alive will do it without hesitation if killing you will allow them to live."

Osman's voice reached everyone's ears, instantly transforming him from a "grandpa" who should have been sacrificed into a lackey working for the demon dragon Su Mo.

"While I'm not shameless enough to do that, I'd rather not sacrifice myself for you. Actually, I wasn't a very capable person before, and I almost died on the battlefield. I only survived because someone saved me."

"Heroes and such have never been my thing, so don't expect me to be one," Osman said, his right hand trembling almost imperceptibly behind his back.

Actually, he did make a move earlier; he attacked Su Mo as soon as he "sneaked" over.

The consequence is that his right hand is now practically no longer his own. Osman even suspects that the inside of the arm has been completely destroyed, and it is only the shape of the hand that remains.

This wasn't even Su Mo attacking him; it was just a rebound from the terrifying power emanating from the other party after he made his move. It was like an ordinary person punching a wall hard—only their own hand bones would break, not the wall.

For the wall, it wasn't even a "counterattack".

The same applies to Su Mo. This was not a small lesson he taught Osman; it was a sin that Osman himself brought upon himself.

If he really wanted to be taught a lesson, Osman wouldn't just remain suspended in mid-air; his fate would be far more tragic.

Seeing only a glimpse of Su Mo's power made Osman realize how powerful he was—a power that instilled utter despair. Therefore, his choice was self-evident.

Chapter 561 What the Dragon Should Really Do

If there were still a glimmer of hope, even Osman himself didn't know whether he would choose to sacrifice his life.

But having experienced the despair that Su Mo brought, Osman certainly wouldn't let himself smash his head against the wall and die.

You can't expect a sleazy old man who has been lewd for many years to suddenly become a saint of the highest nobility.

Normally we treat him like a sleazy old man, but when it really matters, we expect this sleazy old man to sacrifice everything to save people. Where in the world is there such a good thing?

"Since no one objects, I hereby declare the City of Dragons officially established today. You are honored to be the first batch of prisoners of the City of Dragons. But don't worry, in the near future, you will have many more companions. Some of you may even no longer be prisoners. As a dragon with dreams, I personally have high standards for prisoners. Some fools don't even deserve to be prisoners," Su Mo said.

"Then, will you let us go?"

Because Su Mo deliberately reduced the "dragon's pressure" he emitted, although everyone's hands and feet were still stiff and numb, they were finally able to speak, unlike before when they almost felt like they were suffocating in the air.

"The City of Dragons has no place for useless people."

Su Mo said, shattering the man's illusions before his eyes could even reveal any joy, "So, this guy who doesn't even deserve to be a prisoner, I'll have him buried in the spring, hoping that next year he'll bloom into a flower that can at least adorn the City of Demon Dragons."

"..."

The words spoken with a smile, even in a gentle tone, felt like a cold knife cutting through everyone's hearts, leaving small but excruciating wounds.

"Alright, get moving. In my opinion, the defenses of the Tristin Magic Academy are absolutely terrible. This place is full of holes. Haven't you considered reinforcing the most basic defenses?" Su Mo clapped his hands and said, "In the next two days, you have to turn Tristin into a real dragon city, at least so that some Tom, Dick, or Harry can't come up to me and make a scene."