Chapter 221: Chapter 146 Dragon Fan’s Lock


    Cassius squinted his eyes, linking his consciousness to the Dragon’s Eye.


    Instantly, he saw the White Dragon’s head protrude from the void, spewing out Frost Breath.


    “To the left.”


    He breathed mes in that direction in advance, then swung his ws, creating a flickering w-shaped force field.


    As the White Dragon’s head emerged, it was scorched ck by the mes, immediately followed by three deep scratches from the Scratch Technique, causing blood to stter.


    The Red Dragon then pped its wings, pouncing forward like a ghost, attempting to seize the opponent’s body. However, the monster vanished into the void again, leaving him grasping at air.<div>


    Vagnard’s detached voice echoed within the tower.@@novelbin@@


    “Red Dragon, do you know why I call myself the Dragon Fan ck Wizard?”


    However, Cassius did not respond meaninglessly.


    He was concentrating all his energy into his lungs, preparing for a full-force breath to kill Vagnard the next time he showed himself.


    Seeing no response, Vagnard was not annoyed. He continued talking to himself. The unpredictable voice made it difficult for Cassius to pinpoint his location.


    “I once sumbed to fate, no longer wanting to resist, merely maintaining a semnce of safety under the giant dragons’ shadow. Haha, what a… joke.”


    “But… the Red Dragon we served suddenly went mad! It breathed fire, killing everyone at the Dragon Shaman Cult’s ritual, and swallowed Catherine whole before my eyes. I barely escaped with Spell.”


    “After escaping, I frantically collected ancient secrets and even ventured to relics from thousands of years ago. Finally, I discovered… what is called the Dragon Fan’s Lock from a tome from the previous epoch.”


    Cassius’s expression suddenly tensed.


    Dragon Fan’s Lock.


    That was rumored to be the device that ended the giant dragons’ rule.


    Over ten thousand years ago, before the giants’ rule and the elves’ war, dragons ruled all lesser races at will. Elves particrly resented the dragons’ oppression and sought ways to free themselves from their yoke.


    After years of secret research in the frigid North and debates over cost and risk, the elves crafted the Dragon Fan’s Lock, the permanent masterpiece of elven high magic and one of the most powerful spells.


    The Dragon Fan’s Lock drove all dragons into a frenzy, causing havoc within their territories, ughtering their offspring and servants, leaving only destruction in their wake, which was a major factor in the end of the giant dragons’ rule.


    This “Dragon Fan” erupted once every few decades or centuries, seemingly linked to the power of the “Regicide Star” in the sky.


    “You dare to use such forbidden power! Aren’t you afraid of the Dragon Gods’ wrath?”


    The Red Dragon gritted his teeth immediately.


    Because the situation had be uncontroble, Dragon Fan’s Lock, a deity-level spell, would bring disaster if even a bit contaminated.


    He finally understood why Vagnard had be so deranged. Researching such forbidden power and retaining any sanity was already considered lucky.


    However, Vagnard’s voice continued.


    “You’re afraid, Cassius. Haha, starting and ending everything with the Red Dragon isn’t a bad idea.”


    “Dragons, greedy andzy creatures with innate immense strength, fangs and ws that easily tear apart mortals, mes that can destroy cities effortlessly, and even possess unfathomable spellcasting ability.”


    “Being Tiamat’s favored one, you are even more so, Red Dragon. I have watched you since you were a wyrmling. I witnessed you grow into this colossal being in just ten years. Some of your methods are beyond my understanding.”


    “But… why?”


    The voice suddenly rose eight octaves, bing fervent.


    “Why do you get to change my fate at will?”


    “Why should I willingly be your ve just because I was captured by the Dragon Shaman Cult?”


    “They all say I’m mad, but I know I’m not. I spent a century of effort, even sacrificing my own daughter, to match up with you, or even… surpass you and be greater than the Dragon Gods.”


    In the end, Vagnard’s voice turned into maniacalughter, ovepping with a Dragon’s Roar and countless agonized wails.


    The powerful mana fluctuation made the ground tremble.


    Within the thirty levels of the Pr Night Demon Tower, monster roars echoed, their bodies filled with Dragon Veins’ blood and grisly limbs transported up by an invisible force field, eventually merging into the void monster’s body.


    With a booming sound, the tower’s spire abruptly bloomed like a flower, revealing an endless dark night sky.


    This was Vagnard’s Ninth Tier Spell—


    [Regicide Star Phantom]


    In the night sky appeared a redet like a malicious eye—the illusion of the Regicide Star.


    It seemed to sense Vagnard’s call, bing more solid and faintly flickered with red light, seemingly looking down on the giant dragons on earth with contempt.


    Vagnard had only invoked one ten-thousandth of the Dragon Fan’s Lock’s power, yet it gave Cassius immense pressure.


    At this moment, the tower’s top looked like an altar.


    Under the moonlight, the monster finally revealed his true form.


    He was no longer his former self but abination of more Dragonified monster limbs—a twisted creature with five white dragon heads atop, hundreds of limbs extending, six pairs of wings nking, supporting the massive body, and twelve long tails like outreaching vines.


    And Vagnard’s human head was embedded in the chest, giving an eerie sense of harmony.


    It turned out the five-headed dragon monster was just a failed material. This was his final experiment—himself.


    This twisted creature was modeled after Tiamat, consuming a century, countless lives, including five genuine White Dragons, and the power of the entire Pr Night Demon Tower to create.


    “What a pity, with that White Dragon, I could have had six heads, surpassing Tiamat.”


    “But it’s fine. Now… I have you.”


    All dragon and human heads spoke in unison, theyered voices echoing again. Six pairs of eyes fixated on Cassius, filled with endless fervor as if veiled by a faint red mist.


    “Come, immerse yourself in the Dragon Fan with me!”


    Reason quickly vanished, leaving only a desire to destroy everything else.


    “Roar—”


    The dragon heads roared madly in unison.


    Cassius tried to avoid looking at the glittering, increasingly solid red star in the night sky.


    But the frenzy power that spanned tens of millennia still influenced his mind, making him more reckless and irritable.


    He exerted all his strength to build a mental barrier, maintaining his sanity.


    “The spell is not yetplete. Once that phantom fully materializes, I will also fall into the Dragon Fan. I must kill Vagnardpletely before the spell ispleted.”


    “And during this time…”


    “I must not be harmed.”


    From his inherited memory, he knew that under the influence of Dragon Fan, if a dragon was injured in battle, it would fall into a frenzy, madly attacking until either it or its enemy was dead.


    Thinking of this, Cassius pped his wings and soared high into the sky, gazing down at the colossal monster upying most of the tower top.