Lady Augie's persuasion was precisely what Karen wanted.
Compared to resorting to brute force right from the start, luring it in first and domesticating it afterward was undoubtedly far easier.
In fact, Lady Augie herself was a prime example of successful conditioning. Even after reaching adulthood, she only ever thought about running away, never about revenge. Moreover, it was clear that she harbored genuine affection for the Church of Order.
That was the difference between a slave and a pet. Both would yearn for freedom, but the former would harbor the urge to murder their master, whereas in the latter, that urge was far fainter.
Furthermore, as far as Karen was concerned, once he tricked it into his hands and formalized a partnership with the church—thereby securing regular supplies of resources from them—he could simply hand this little bone dragon over to the two "beast tamers" back home to break in.
One was Purr, the other Kevin. Karen felt he wouldn't need to waste any effort at all; the two of them would surely help him mold the little bone dragon into whatever shape he desired.
After all, one was an Evil God. His combat prowess might be lacking now, but his abilities in other areas were thoroughly trustworthy. In his eyes, even the mighty dragon race of the previous era was no different from plump lambs in a pen.
Purr went without saying—she was someone who could "tame" an Evil God and ride him like a dog.
"Submit to him! You will gain a genuine chance to grow and become a complete dragon!"
Karen didn't know what Madame Ansel had actually spoken about with her daughter, but Lady Augie was undeniably far more emotional now than she had been before.
She likely didn't want this little bone dragon to walk the same old path she had, but she understood even better that the matter was already beyond changing. It was better to spare the little creature some suffering.
Karen could see the guilt hidden in Lady Augie's draconic eyes, yet he felt nothing of the sort in his own heart.
Setting aside extreme exceptions, the vast majority of people were shaped by their surroundings, and Karen was no different.
Though Yorktown often carried the ash-gray tone of realist literature and suffered from all sorts of human social conflicts, it was still a land covered by civilization.
Here in the Church of the Crypt, however, the place was rife with racial slaughter. It had all the trappings of civilization on the surface, but a single light poke would cause barbaric gore to come dripping straight out.
The concept of "humanity" was practically missing here. At its core, this place was merely a massive colosseum.
You couldn't expect someone standing in a colosseum to maintain mercy and humility... Besides, Karen had never felt he truly possessed those noble qualities in the first place.
However, the smooth scenario he had anticipated did not materialize. Though the bone dragon was now completely bound, it still lifted its haughty skull in the face of Lady Augie's persuasion, an awkward, muffled syllable scraping from its jaws:
"Livestock."
It was directed at Lady Augie.
In an instant, despite her colossal body, Lady Augie jerked as if struck by lightning. An intense feeling of shame surged from the depths of her soul.
Bewilderment, self-blame, helplessness... until finally, it warped into an all-consuming fury.
Yet her fury was not aimed at the bone dragon that had humiliated her. Instead, she slowly turned that enormous draconic head toward Karen.
Karen's heart gave a sudden lurch. *Something's wrong.*
He could believe Lady Augie was sentimental, but he refused to believe that a dragon kept at the Whip-Wielder's side wouldn't know what was appropriate in a given situation. One had to remember that she had always harbored fear—a deep, visceral dread toward the Whip-Wielder, the Whip of Order, and the Church of Order itself.
Yet now, she raised a claw, preparing to strike at Karen.
She was being controlled.
Thousand Phantoms began beating its wings frantically to pull Karen back, creating distance, while Karen kept his gaze fixed on the bone dragon as he retreated.
This little bone dragon had clearly just been born, yet it could actually control an adult like Lady Augie?
Though questions swirled in his mind, they did not hinder his subsequent movements. He raised a hand and clenched his fist.
Under Karen's control, the prisms pinning the bone dragon began to squeeze and detonate with frantic violence. He didn't know the exact cause, but Karen had no desire to face an adult frost giant dragon that was genuinely willing to strike him. No matter what, "choking out" that bone dragon first was the wisest decision.
Kill it, and Lady Augie should break free of the control and return to normal.
As for the loss of the bone dragon... Karen had always been clear-headed. His personal safety was his most fundamental interest.
However, the moment Karen made his move, Lady Augie did as well. She opened her maw and exhaled a torrent of frost, instantly freezing the spell Karen was in the middle of detonating.
The bone dragon was frozen inside it as well, which was effectively equivalent to having its safety guaranteed.
Karen even caught a glimpse of mockery flashing in the bone dragon's eyes, as if ridiculing the miserable end he was about to face.
Sure enough, having secured the bone dragon's safety, Lady Augie swung her massive frame around. Immediately afterward, a draconic tail lashed straight toward Karen.
Karen pulled up sharply from his retreat. Though he dodged the direct strike of the tail, the terrifying shockwave that accompanied it still slammed heavily into him. Thousand Phantoms immediately wrapped its wings around him.
A massive black sphere was blasted backward, and Karen planned to use the momentum to put as much distance between them as possible.
He had never entertained the thought of soloing an adult frost giant dragon. Strictly speaking, though he had been bullying Augie lately, he had never been so naive as to believe he was a match for her, especially after she had assumed her true form.
Yet while Karen wanted to leave, Augie had no intention of seeing him off. Once reoriented, her colossal body proved astonishingly agile. With a slight shudder, she flew directly ahead, thrusting down a giant claw to seize the black sphere... no, to crush it to bits.
Spreading its wings, Karen's figure darted forward, successfully dodging once more.
The immense difference in size was an advantage, but it was also a disadvantage. Just as a grown man trying to catch a fly with his bare hands faced inherent difficulty, she struggled to pin him.
"Roar!"
A dragon's roar erupted as a layer of frost manifested over Lady Augie's body, sending a terrifying chill sweeping through the surroundings.
The ice-element power of Progenitor Allen began to surface on Karen. Trying to shut out the cold with fire-element power was clearly unrealistic right now; it was far better to choose the same element to construct an insulating barrier for himself.
However, though the immediate crisis was temporarily kept in check, Karen noticed that the vast expanse around them had turned into a world of ice and snow. The space it enclosed was enormous, and in the distant corners, one could even discern remarkably sharp edges.
It was a boundary, or perhaps an array—a "cage" deployed using the mighty physique of a dragon as its anchor.
To break it, one not only needed to shatter the frost power reinforcing it, but also possess the subsequent force to pierce through the dragon's body. Otherwise, the dragon could trap you in this domain and play with you to its heart's content.
Karen had intended to act as a fly, evading while watching for a chance to escape.
Lady Augie, however, had closed the windows and doors and raised the flyswatter.
Thousand Phantoms flapped its wings in rapid bursts. A game of chase unfolded between Karen and Lady Augie. Whenever faced with a particularly dire predicament, Karen relied on dispersing into black mist to slip away.
In any case, he possessed abundant reserves of spiritual power, allowing him to maintain this high mobility for a prolonged period.
Lady Augie, on the other hand, was already growing impatient. To slay Karen sooner, she unleashed a new spell.
*Crack... Crack... Crack...*
Glaciers manifested around Karen one after another, all floating in midair and orbiting according to a certain pattern.
Karen's left palm began running rapid calculations through imitation. Discerning Lady Augie's intention, he signaled Thousand Phantoms to carry him swiftly downward to leave the area.
Unfortunately, quick as Karen's reaction was, the glaciers were already spinning rapidly. Like a colossal vacuum, they began forcefully pulling everything in the vicinity inward.
Suspended midair, Karen lost the ability to move freely. His body was being drawn upward against his will.
If this continued until he was sucked into the deepest point, what awaited him would be the most despairing of glacial meat grinders.
Karen closed his eyes, turned around, and began chanting an incantation while having Thousand Phantoms resist the pull as much as possible:
"Gate of Order!"
An advanced, large-scale spell—Gate of Order.
A massive black gate materialized above Karen, radiating an immensely thick aura of Order. Yet if one examined it up close, many of the gate's details were quite peculiar; its engravings differed from those of a standard Gate of Order, resembling instead the Gate of Samsara atop Samsara Valley.
The appearance of the giant black gate helped Karen block the suction force across a wide area. Seizing the opportunity, Karen plummeted rapidly. Though he still couldn't leave the enclosed world of ice and snow, he had at least distanced himself from danger and bought a brief moment to catch his breath.
Seeing Karen escape downward, Lady Augie pressed her body down. With virtually no other movement, relying purely on the physical impact of her bulk, she rammed into and shattered the giant black gate.
*Pfft...*
With his large-scale spell forcibly broken, Karen suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood as a tearing pain ripped through his chest.
Yet he had no time to mind it. The moment he hit the ground, he dropped to one knee and pressed his left palm flat against the earth:
"Order—Despair Defense!"
*Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!...*
Incredibly thick Chains of Order burst forth from the surrounding ground, interlocking above Karen's head to form a massive black dome that shielded him completely within.
Lady Augie didn't hesitate. Her colossal body continued to plunge. Her underbelly struck the dome, yet the Chains of Order bearing that dreadful weight did not snap on impact; instead, they proactively bowed inward, dissipating as much momentum as possible while stalling the progress of Lady Augie's descent.
It wasn't an iron cauldron; it was more like a newly woven wicker lid, possessing tremendous tensile strength.
Even so, the physical body of an adult dragon was simply too terrifying. Though delayed for a brief moment, the massive dome woven of Chains of Order eventually shattered.
Lady Augie's body pressed down further, seeking to obliterate the person below along with his entire surroundings.
However, accompanied by a harsh, grating screech, Lady Augie looked down in slight shock. She felt a sharp throb in her underbelly, as if she had been jabbed directly by something sharp, thick, and pointed.
Beneath the cover of the previous dome, a Black Prison Castle had appeared.
The layout of the castle consisted of an outer perimeter of walls encircling towering inner structures. The sharpest pinnacle, originally meant to house a magic crystal cannon, was currently impaling the frost giant dragon's belly.
It was like a person rolling on the ground and accidentally throwing their weight onto a thumbtack.
Inside the command room of the Black Prison Castle, Karen had vines wrapped around his right hand. The structure overhead was collapsing continuously, but the infusion of his own power, coupled with the remote enhancement granted to the spell by the Scythe of War, allowed it to barely hold out against the sheer weight of the frost giant dragon for now.
Lady Augie lifted her body upward, freeing herself from the "thumbtack." A spray of dragon blood rained down like a downpour, staining the exterior of the Black Prison Castle a deep crimson.
Unfortunately, Karen was in no mood to appreciate it. At any other time, looking at this fresh coat of paint, he probably would have found it rather satisfying.
Still, to Lady Augie, it was merely a minor injury. Once she reoriented herself, she opened her jaws wide, a shocking frost tempest already brewing in her throat.
Karen opened his hand, revealing a scroll shimmering with golden light—Forbidden Curse: Tears of the Moon Goddess.
It was the only thing in his possession right now that could pose a threat to this dragon. With a touch of dark humor, it was actually the gift that "skeleton" had left him before her suicide.
He truly hadn't expected to put it to use so soon.
Two choices now lay before Karen:
Either use the scroll to shatter the boundary of the external ice-and-snow world, then engage in a footrace against Lady Augie;
Or find an opportunity to use the scroll directly on Lady Augie, heavily wounding her.
Yet a very grave problem remained... How could he ensure that using a scroll of this caliber wouldn't drag him down into the grave alongside her?
To activate this scroll, the user had to channel an immense amount of spiritual power into it. Its mode of destruction, however, originated from its center, forming a teardrop-shaped expanse of absolute nothingness.
Thus, theoretically speaking, unless operated via a puppet, using it in person amounted to a mutual-destruction suicide attack.
Above the castle, Lady Augie lowered her head and spewed dense frostfire from her jaws. That azure flame began sweeping across the stronghold.
Instantly, the castle began to melt at a rate visible to the naked eye, like a bar of dark chocolate baking under the scorching sun.
Karen took a deep breath to adjust his physical state. Then, the fire-element power of Progenitor Allen circulated within him, and a red starburst appeared beneath his feet. In the next instant, red starbursts appeared in five other spots, each bearing an identical Karen.
If Purr were here to see this, she would surely point a cat paw with immense pride and declare, "Look, that's what you call a genius!"
*Boom!*
Suddenly, the castle split open. Six Karens dashed outward in six different directions, blue flames burning furiously around them. The flame caused no damage to clothing, but it inflicted severe targeted harm upon spiritual power and the soul.
Karen gritted his teeth and pushed his speed higher. In truth, he wasn't in excessive agony; his soul had long undergone countless trials, giving him a very high pain threshold.
At this moment, an ordinary person's soul would be like a drop of water fallen upon the dry ground, evaporating in no time. Karen was slightly better off; he wasn't a drop of water, but a puddle, allowing him to endure for a bit longer.
Soon, however, the other five false projections dispersed into black smoke amid the flames, leaving only the real one. And the direction Karen was charging was straight toward the little bone dragon frozen in place.
Lady Augie continued to exhale blue flames while slamming a dragon claw downward in an attempt to swat Karen dead, but Karen's movements were far too agile, dodging her strikes time and again.
Even so, having already caught on to Karen's plan, Lady Augie lowered her tail ahead of time before he could reach the bone dragon, wrapping it around that giant block of ice to form an extra layer of defense.
Seeing this, Karen came to a halt. A short distance still remained between them—nearly a hundred meters.
Seeing Karen give up, Lady Augie's eyes betrayed a glint of mockery. Yet just as she was about to intensify the flames to burn Karen's soul to a crisp, she saw Karen draw a scroll from his hand. Spiritual power had already been channeled into it, and terrifying energy fluctuations were radiating outward.
Karen didn't look up at Lady Augie. Instead, he looked at the little bone dragon within the block of ice, shouting through a voice transmission spell:
"At this distance, the destructive radius of this forbidden curse is enough to obliterate that section of the dragon tail along with you inside it! Come on, let's die together!"
A look of terror surfaced in the eyes of the little bone dragon inside the ice block. She could sense that this young human wasn't bluffing; the destructive power contained within that scroll truly was capable of wiping her out.
*Hum!*
Above, Lady Augie shut her maw, and the blue flames she had been steadily spewing dissipated with it.
Suspended midair, though Karen couldn't smell the slightest trace of char, he felt as if his entire body were covered in scorched meat. If someone sprinkled a bit of salt and pepper over him, he could be plated up and served right away.
Lady Augie spoke: "She only wants to leave. She only wants freedom. Let her go, and you can leave as well."
Evidently, the controlled Lady Augie was currently reiterating the little bone dragon's intent.
Unfortunately, Karen understood one truth: when two sides had swords at each other's throats, whoever believed the other's promises first was destined to regret it.
Karen was very afraid of dying. He had always cherished his life, because he still wanted to keep enjoying the scenery of this world, because there were still many things he hadn't had the chance to do—like his promises to Mink Street.
Yet at times like this, the more one feared death, the more one had to display an attitude of utter fearlessness. Only then could he intimidate that little bone dragon.
Karen continued to stare at the block of ice, saying coldly:
"Either we perish together, or you submit to me."
...
Yorktown.
In the eyes of the people of Wien, autumn and winter were barely distinguishable, for a cold, damp autumn rain often walked hand in hand with winter, clinging together until neither could be told apart.
Inside a minimalist study, a woman sat before her vanity table, gently kneading the space between her brows.
She had a bit of a headache and felt slightly nauseous. She knew this discomfort would persist for quite some time; having just destroyed an avatar of hers, it was the equivalent of severing her own arm. A sense of imbalance and malaise was bound to arise.
Looking at herself in the vanity mirror, she sighed and murmured to herself:
"Did he visit just now?"
After a moment's thought,
she repeated:
"He did visit just now."
Crossing her arms, the woman leaned back slightly.
"There are so many mysterious things about him. He's like a wondrous treasure chest, so very captivating. I truly wish I could lean against his shoulder, right before his eyes, and open it layer by layer—preferably with him explaining it in person. Heh."
The woman let out a crisp laugh, but the emotional fluctuation caused the nausea to spike abruptly.
*Gag...*
The woman dry-heaved.
She mocked herself, "That sound almost makes me seem pregnant."
Beneath the woman's vanity mirror sat a row of small figurines—meticulously crafted handicrafts.
Among them was a skeleton, now fallen apart, its skull and arms scattered across the desk.
Beside it, however, was a small bone dragon figurine.
"Hm?"
The woman covered her mouth, letting out a soft sound of curiosity.
"By all logic, now that I have abandoned my skeleton avatar, this little bone dragon should have regained its freedom. It should have fallen apart on my end as well, seeing as I have already lost control over her."
The woman reached out to touch the bone dragon figurine. The moment her hand made contact, the figurine gave a faint shudder, and an outer layer of skin peeled away.
"Hiss..."
The woman drew her hand back. Her index finger had been pricked, oozing fresh blood. While some of the bone dragon's outer shell had fallen away, its skeleton remained upright, unlike the skeleton avatar that had completely collapsed.
"So I was the one being deceived all along."
The woman put her index finger to her lips, sucking at the wound.
"Heh, interesting. Truly interesting. All along, I believed I was your 'mother,' that I had created you. But now I realize that isn't the case at all. I ended up becoming a tool in someone else's hands as well.
"Grand Necromancer Morindi, when you helped me awaken this bone dragon, what on earth did you add to the materials I provided?
"To make it have such a temper.
"No.
"Rebelliousness."
The woman extended her other hand beside the bone dragon figurine, not touching it this time, but slowly sensing it.
"Rebellious emotions... rebellious spirit... a rebellious soul... Truly... wild and untamable."
A look of deep contemplation flickered in the woman's eyes.
Finally,
understanding dawned on her face:
"The Rebel Dragon God!"
One of the seven founding gods of the Church of the Crypt—the Rebel Dragon God.
Back then, it had rebelled against the dragon race, sparking an internal draconic civil war. With a single Spear of Rebellion, it had slaughtered countless kin.
In the end, it had led the faction following it to merge into the Church of the Crypt.
All records concerning this Dragon God exuded an unyielding aura of defiance, as if any existence daring to stand above its head was something it had to upend.
"Did I calculate wrong again?"
The woman began to doubt herself.
"I already miscalculated once with Miss Daina. Karen told me that I failed to notice Miss Daina's personality and environmental factors; he said Miss Daina would rather die than be imprisoned forever.
"In truth, I knew about Miss Daina, and I understood her personality. I didn't calculate wrong, nor should I have.
"The only possible problem was that during the short window between when I learned she would come and when she actually appeared in the theater, something occurred that nudged her temperament and emotions a few steps further toward an extreme.
"Those few nudges were what drove her to pull the spear through herself.
"That was the blind spot, the point of instability in my deduction.
"During that period, she must have been staying with Karen. Afterward, I questioned the cleaning staff at the Sunset Hotel and learned Karen stayed on the top floor, right next to Miss Daina, and that the living room required repairs, proving a battle had taken place there.
"Karen had fought with Miss Daina.
"At the time, I found it amusing, because I believed Karen knew Daina's identity yet dared to hit her anyway. Heh.
"The second time was when I went to the Old Wien Restaurant. That place should have been safe; why would they specifically choose a restaurant to set an ambush?
"Besides, back then, they should have been busy—not busy hunting me, but busy carving up benefits and cleaning up the aftermath. Hunting me should have been pushed to the very bottom of their priorities. To that task force, a wanted criminal like me was essentially just a name on paper.
"Yet when I walked inside, Karen was already sitting there.
"As for the third time, it's this little bone dragon; a change beyond my expectations occurred with it as well.
"If I had to force a common thread between it and the previous two incidents, it would be that I intended this little bone dragon as a gift for Karen.
"All three times I miscalculated were related to Karen.
"I consider my deductive abilities to be very, very high. It's not that I never made mistakes before, but they were never this frequent.
"Could it be that whenever my deductions cross paths with Karen, they get thrown into chaos?
"Is that it?"
What the woman did not know was that Rasma, who currently resided in the small church on Mink Street in the City of Rojia within the Realm of Ruilan, had harbored similar doubts in the past.
After reminiscing about the past inside a pastry shop and stepping out, he had seen a family living in the slums—from the husband to the wife, the elderly, and the child, they should have died long ago, yet remarkably, they were still alive and well.
The gears of fate should have crushed them, yet someone had pushed them aside.
A photograph should have yellowed, yet somehow it had remained fresh.
Unfortunately, Rasma had had more important matters to attend to at the time. Even so, the matter had not been derailed; even if he had investigated Karen immediately back then, Karen was Diss's grandson, so the outcome would have been the same.
Yet during his days "tending the sickbed," Karen's joint appearance with Augie had shown Rasma another side of the boy. Consequently, Rasma was now far more desperate than before to break free from the shackles of Mink Street, and that small memory had played a role in it.
He wanted to take a proper look at this young man surnamed Inmeles. He absolutely could not allow him to swim freely in the ocean of the Church of Order like a fish.
Things would go wrong—disaster would surely follow.
The woman propped her chin on her hand, pursing her lips:
"So, Karen, are you truly the God of Order?"
The woman closed her eyes and resumed her contemplation.
"The Great God of the Crypt foresaw what would happen in the next era during the previous era, so he prepared in advance, taking the crypts as his hiding place, relinquishing an entire era to welcome his return in the next...
"No, if this era where the gods do not manifest is counted as an era, then the God of the Crypt relinquished one era and skipped another, all for a formal return in the era after next.
"Yet why would the Church of Order have such close relations with the Church of the Crypt?
"The seven founding gods of the Church of the Crypt all stood behind Order's banner, following him into the God War.
"Tyrannus, the founder of the Church of Order, personally forged a partnership between Order and the Crypt.
"The God of Order achieved supremacy at the end of the previous era.
"If the gods would not manifest in the next era, could the God of Order have sensed it in advance as well?
"Did the God of the Crypt tell him, or... did he proactively seek out the God of the Crypt to ask?
"Was an agreement struck between them?
"If that is truly the case, then my God of the Crypt might very well not be the first returning god.
"If Karen is truly the return of that entity, wouldn't that mean the God of Order has already returned?
"The hegemon of the end of the previous era returning as the first god makes complete sense.
"Tsk...
"The inheritor of Tyrannus, High Priest Norton... Ah..."
Blood began to seep from the woman's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
"I was wrong... I cannot deduce to that point... I'll die... I will die..."
The woman wiped the blood from her face with a hand, then smeared it across the vanity mirror. Looking at the crimson streak on the glass, a smile touched her lips.
"None may look directly upon... a god."
...
Inside the cavern, lying atop a massive heart, Grand Necromancer Morindi had her eyes open, a faint smile on her face:
"I sense the aura of my little bone dragon. Have the shackles on it been broken? The restriction the skeleton left on it has vanished.
"To hide it from her, I went to great lengths and was even prepared to be caught, but to my surprise, she never noticed.
"The materials you gave me were as abundant as could be, yet I still felt they weren't enough.
"As it happened, deep within my heart, I had always kept a dragon scale from that great Rebel Dragon God. I was feeling generous, so I gifted it right to the dragon.
"Because I hoped that what I created would not be a piece of trash, nor a dog. I wanted to forge a true dragon.
"A dragon should act like a dragon.
"Besides, when exactly are you coming to kill me, Karen?
"I'm already so tired; I want to rest. If not to take you with me, I would have closed my eyes for good by now, saving my sect members the trouble.
"Karen, hurry up and kill me.
"I have already prepared a bone coffin for you here. I hope you like it; consider it an expression of my guilt. After all, you are a believer of Order, and killing you is wrong of me. But who told you to catch that skeleton's eye?
"A pity there wasn't enough time.
"I couldn't manage to craft a coffin for myself.
"Actually,
"I rather wanted a coffin to lie down in, too."
...
"The meeting is adjourned."
Foden had just concluded a high-level meeting of the Whip of Order. He stepped out of the conference room, which had been completely sealed by a barrier. Once outside, he frowned slightly and opened his hand; a ring of light appeared in his palm.
This ring of light looked remarkably like a dog collar.
"She assumed her true form?"
"Didn't Daan go? Could something have gone wrong at the Church of the Crypt?"
Foden had ordered Augie to act as Miss Daina's bodyguard, so he had removed the restriction preventing her from assuming her true form in advance.
However, the restrictions placed upon Augie were innumerable. Foden frequently practiced on her himself, and he would also invite the true formation masters within the church to set them up.
"Hiss, no, she's completely lost emotional control. It's not that something happened there—she's the one who had an issue. Did she go berserk?"
Foden lightly swiped his fingertip across the ring of light:
"Be quiet."
...
"Either we perish together, or you submit to me."
Faced with Karen's threat,
Lady Augie responded on behalf of the little bone dragon:
"She will never choose to submit. She would rather die with you, so you may activate the scroll."
Karen: "..."
The threat had suddenly become completely useless. Karen truly hadn't expected this pet he had planned to tame to have such a fierce, unyielding disposition.
What was the point?
Even the Lord Evil God wasn't as proud as you, and he's happily living as a dog right now!
At this moment, Karen realized that far from scaring the other party, he was the one getting spooked.
Then... should they just part ways in peace?
You go your way, I go mine?
No, how could they leave? Once out of the forbidden curse's blast radius, she would definitely control Augie to kill him in retaliation!
This was a crazy dragon!
*Hum!*
Right at that moment, a low grinding sound suddenly echoed from Lady Augie's massive draconic frame, as if an invisible, colossal rope were binding her tight.
The fates of some were long predetermined. Even if she wasn't human, but a haughty dragon, she still could not escape the destiny of being controlled in the palm of another's hand.
Turbulent shockwaves rolled as her draconic form began to dissolve. In the end, Lady Augie knelt before Karen, hands clasped behind her back.
Meanwhile, stripped of the dragon tail's protection, the block of ice dropped heavily to the ground with a loud *thud*.
The fierce, unyielding little bone dragon was still sealed inside. The problem was, she couldn't move at all right now, so theoretically she didn't even have the ability to commit suicide. She had essentially packaged herself up and delivered herself right before Karen.
Karen: "..."
Bone Dragon: "..."
Chapter 630