Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1053: 17: I Just Want to Be a Dragon Slayer
Capítulo 1053: Chapter 17: I Just Want to Be a Dragon Slayer
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Within the Reality Distortion Domain, both the tool “Tang Wang” and the Fox Demon squatting at his feet were watching the unfolding scene with astonished eyes.
In the Dream Giant Tower, Tang Qi’s body and the Secret Scripture fragment shimmering with the Withered Yellow Face were also watching that scene.
Tang Qi had encountered many Evil Gods and hunted some of them, but a pathological Scumbag God like “Abel” was a first.
He had obtained the “Flesh Chair”, and not only did he have four Demigod subordinates, but the divine nature descending through Vladimir’s Demigod body was also incredibly powerful.
If Abel wanted, he could instantly kill Samien and cause Olga to fall, turning into the Twisted Dragon Mother and accepting them into his domain.
But he didn’t; he chose to torment them instead.
He even wasted precious time of arrival just to indulge in the perverse pleasure of torturing Olga.
Time and again, bone arrows pierced her body.
If it were just her body, it would have been fine. What truly plunged Olga into irresistible pain was the extraction and shredding of her mind, her soul.
In those endless wails, Olga was slipping into madness.
If nothing unexpected happened, when Abel stopped the torment, it would also be when Olga went completely mad.
The only “outside observer,” the Fox Ancestor, squatting at the feet of the tool Tang Wang, kept glancing over, clearly hoping Tang Qi would take action.
But he made no move; Tang Qi merely watched.
Initially, after satisfying his curiosity, he could leave the Slavic State and the Origin Star according to plan.
All of this, after all, had nothing to do with him.
But he chose to stay, maybe there would be unexpected surprises and rewards.
Just as Tang Qi waited for something, Samien, the Charcoal Prince, also faced misfortune. He did not self-destruct and die; as an “abnormal” with special abilities, his strength was not bad, but he was evidently no match for the four Demigods.
At this moment, Samien fell into the hands of the President’s eldest daughter. Wearing a scarlet magician’s robe, the evil and seductive Catherine pinned Samien underfoot, binding him with sticky, crimson flesh tentacles, forcing him to watch the scene of Olga’s torture.
Catherine smiled, looking at Abel with extreme fanaticism, as if she were a fanatic.
However, Tang Qi could see something else in her, something called ambition.
She carefully suppressed her intense desire deep within her soul, unsatisfied with only being the President’s eldest daughter, even though that granted her many privileges.
She joined the Twisted Dragon Sect, exchanging herself for demigod-level extraordinary power.
To fulfill an oracle, she would even sell out her own sister.
She watched the endlessly wailing Olga and licked her lips with unparalleled allure, delivering a sarcastic remark in a magnetic voice:
“Love is so fragile, laughable, even pathetic.”
“It will never be something I need; I only need power, the power bestowed by the great Twisted Dragon, the restorer of the Ancient Dragon Clan.”
Catherine’s voice, like a giant hammer, struck Olga’s soul with each word.
The “self” within her that was originally fading, the mind plummeting into madness, all awoke at this moment.
She recalled the thrilling love affair with Abel and the many “flaws” within it, reminiscing about the first half of her life, echoes resounding in her mind.
There were voices of Abel, of Samien, of her long-lost father, of the current Catherine, and even of her incredibly powerful grandmother, Empress Yevgeniya’s famous sayings.
She stopped wailing and murmured uncontrollably: “Love is not a necessity, it is not…”
Amidst this murmuring, Olga seemed to undergo a transformation.
She appeared to grow up in an instant, from an incomparably pure and innocent little girl to an incredibly resilient strong person.
“No, none of this is about love… True love lies within me; only by loving oneself first can one qualify to love others.”
“In the past, I was just too naive.”
As Olga spoke these words with a firm tone, Tang Qi in the Beckfast Chair in the Dream Giant Tower immediately revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the Secret Scripture fragment shimmering with the Withered Yellow Face, pointing at the now-transformed, newly characteristic Olga, and with a smile said: “The answer has appeared. She will be a suitable contractor and a very powerful… Dream Favored.”
As the words fell, a phosphor light charged with Dream Divinity appeared out of thin air, descending upon Olga.
For the first time, Tang Qi used his authority, overpowering other Divine.
Olga, who originally belonged to the New God “Abel” as a follower, had her power tracing back to that Flesh Sovereign Apodoras Ophelia.
But at this moment, Tang Qi was cleansing her.
A dazzling dreamy phosphor erupted with a rumble, and that vast powerful divinity stopped her further distortion; the ugly and bloated body rapidly disappeared.
Though she remained in the form of the “Dragon Mother,” she became perfect and harmonious, illuminated by a faint golden light, as if she were a Dragon Girl descending from Heaven, sacred and inviolable.
In those golden vertical pupils of hers, the gaze directed at Abel no longer contained endless hatred transformed from endless love.
Instead, it was replaced by pure killing intent.
The two were fundamentally different.
No longer was she the naïve “Olga Nikolaevna.” She had ushered in her own true coming of age ceremony.
A bombardment of intense Information Fragments exploded on Olga.
“The mark of the Twisted Dragon Mother has been stripped away…”
“The Divine Flesh is being transformed… transformation successful.”
“Gained a divine gift… leaping into the Extraordinary Realm… acquired an Undying Body, Giant Dragon Magic, Absolute Defense, Sword of Revenge, True Love Heart, and other extraordinary abilities… ascended to Demigod Rank, still ascending…”
“Boom boom boom!”
Tang Qi has washed the Transcendent for the first time, and it happens to be another Divine’s follower.
He transformed Olga into a “Dream Favored,” sparing no divinity, granting Olga immensely powerful strength.
Among the phosphorescent explosion within the Dragon Nest, it seemed that a “Dragon Queen” was being born.
She wore golden battle armor covered with various transcendent symbols, holding a long sword that shimmered with red light, and behind her erupted a violent force.
She ignored the four demigods attempting to stop her, rushing toward the New God Abel who sat upon the “Flesh Chair” with her sword in hand.
Her eyes were still so clear, but now there was no naivety, only a powerful affirmation of self.
“Abel Knightrod, this isn’t about love; I just want to slay dragons now.”
As that determined voice echoed, Olga transformed into a golden light and burst into the Flesh Universe.
The sick and scummy Abel, their faces simultaneously showed panic.
It wasn’t because of Olga’s transformation, that only made him feel boring, losing a plaything.
The real fear was from the abrupt appearance which completely crushed his “Divine Authority.”
He understood well what this meant, a god of higher rank had interfered.
And stood on his opposing side.
“Some greedier from nowhere, shameless All Spirits hidden in the dark, if you want this junk, you can have it, but you’ll never take my power…”
Clearly, Abel misunderstood, as he spoke.
No, even before he spoke, he began to flee.
He first sent a thought for the four demigods to self-destruct, the Scarlet Witch-like Catherine wanted to struggle, her ambition not yet fulfilled, unwilling to fall here in silence.
Unwilling to die silently on this Ural snowfield, even if it meant betraying her sister to rule the Slavic countries.
Catherine struggled with all her might, exerting all the power she could wield.
But unfortunately, after selling herself to Abel, she lost the right to choose.
Her alluring and beautiful face twisted in an instant, her body disintegrated, along with the other three demigods, forming four bright and destructively splendid flesh fireworks erupting within the Dragon Nest.
As he also obtained the Flesh Chair, indirectly controlling the Dragon Nest Will.
Rumble!
The Dragon Nest rampaged as well.
The “abnormal location” covering a vast area was collapsing, all abnormalities turned into twisted flesh, retracting into the Dragon Nest within a fraction of a second, continuously collapsing.
In the crazily recoiling flesh flood, Tang Qi could envisage the forthcoming scene: the Dragon Nest collapsing and exploding, annihilating all life except “Abel.”
Sitting on the Flesh Chair, Abel would use the sensing between “Apodoras Ophelia’s” residual divine flesh to teleport elsewhere, avoiding the sneak attack while continuing to steal the authority of the Flesh Sovereign.
“Very good decision-making, but you are still too weak.”
Not knowing when he appeared before the Abyss, Tang Qi spoke to the fleeing Abel Knightrod.
The words “weak” having been uttered, Tang Qi wielded the “Fantasy” authority.
Under the support of vast divinity, he, striking at Abel at this moment, was indistinguishable from the true Dream Master.
What Abel Knightrod had envisioned as “reality” did not transpire, everything met an irresistible distortion.
The recoiling flood of flesh, along with the self-detonating four demigods, was enveloped in a layer of dreamy phosphor, silently converging into a “red glass ball,” pinched by Tang Qi’s fair fingers.
Abel, who originally sat upon the Flesh Chair, suddenly realized he was forcibly torn off the seat.
In the instant of detachment, he heard the wanton mockery from those activated divine creatures.
What he descended as wasn’t his true body, only part of his divinity, superior to a demigod, yet greatly lacking the complete form of a true “Weak God.”
He was utterly powerless against the authority and power of a “Sovereign,” feeling as if being kneaded, with not much change aside from being unable to avert his descent and return to his realm.
As his partial will and divinity were confined in his body, he watched as his many dragon heads irreversibly transformed into the human face of Abel Knightrod during his period.
Becoming so ridiculous and bizarre, he found himself tossed into a familiar castle.
Holy Slava, Glory Castle, once Olga’s home, the place of their wedding ceremony.
Following closely behind Abel was the “Princess” holding a sword and clad in armor.
“Puff puff puff”
As the battle commenced, Abel’s bloated and reeking body was partially severed by Olga’s Sword of Revenge, with numerous “Abel’s Faces” rolling and falling with muffled thuds.
“Abel, I told you, this isn’t about love, I just want to slay dragons, I hope you have enough heads, so you can properly savor this pain.”
“Boom”
Olga crushed an Abel’s Face underfoot, then entered the castle with her Sword of Revenge in hand.
Chapter 1053: 17: I Just Want to Be a Dragon Slayer
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