The Storm Dragon-man Deputy Leader Leoni, upon seeing the vast expanse of Gentiana flowers, imdiately realized what was happening. Ignoring the reckless individual among the crowd, she bellowed:
"Everyone hold your breath and initiate Dragon Transformation!"
At the sa ti.
The female dragon-man's tall and athletic body instantly swelled to two and a half ters. Her limbs extended claws, her body was covered with blue dragon scales, and a pair of massive dragon wings grew from her back, with eight sharp horns on her head stretching backward to form the shape of a bone crown.
She had already transford into a true dragon-man form.
The Dragon Vein endowed Leoni with powerful senses, allowing her to easily distinguish a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar component in the fragrance perating the sea of Gentiana flowers.
It was familiar because this stimulating substance was commonplace, a necessity akin to salt and spices in daily life. It was unfamiliar because even the concentration volatilized in the air exceeded hundreds of tis the usual dosage.
Additionally, its penetrative ability was remarkable, affecting the body not only through the respiratory system but also directly through the pores of the skin.
At this mont, only the dragon scales endowed by ancestors could protect the residents of the Great Oasis from harm.
However, only a few responded to her call now.
Although affected by the sa "toxin," the symptoms varied widely.
So beca wild, others cowardly, so hallucinated, and others fell into a deep sleep. Many indulged in their fantasies, turning repressed and never-expressed urges into violent outbursts.
Their common choice was... destruction! Slaughter!
Scratching, biting, crashing—following instincts with various attacks, yet lacking any semblance of intelligent beings' thodology.
The scene had descended into chaos, with even dragon-n howling to charge at the altar. It was unclear whether they intended to seize the sacrifice to the god or to compete for the admired Deputy Leader Leoni.
Witnessing this, the Sea Emperor Dragon-man Leader Andreas hesitated no longer and chose to act directly.
With a "crackling" of joints, he transford into a nearly three-ter-tall dragon-man form, taking a deep breath, his chest swelling:
Exhale—
A frost-white stream laced with tiny crystals shot from his mouth like a sinuous white dragon, surging fervently toward the dragon-n and the flower sea below, transforming midway into a massive frost storm.
[Magic-like Technique: Frost Dust Breath]
Under the intentionally controlled magical attack, most dragon-n rely shuddered from the cold, whereas the ordinary Gentiana plants were completely frozen, successfully suppressing the volatilization of the "toxin."
Nevertheless, the riot of over two thousand people couldn't be stopped, as they had already inhaled excessive volatile "toxins" within less than a minute, unable to recover in a short ti.
With no other solution, the two unaffected leaders had to personally subdue each frenzied clan mber one by one.
Taking advantage of this opportunity.
Angie, in her concealed state, quietly slipped down from the other side of the altar and dashed away without a trace.
However.
Her escape did not go as smoothly as initially planned.
Faced with this sudden event concerning the survival of the clan, the two Tier 3 leaders indeed had little energy left to concern themselves with her, an ostensibly harmless little lamb but secretly the culprit.
Yet the black-robed Dragon Vein Mage, who should have also inhaled the biological toxin and fallen into frenzy, was fortunate enough to avoid the disaster within the ongoing ritual protection.
Moreover, as the host of the sacrificial ceremony, he was the one most concerned about the sacrifice.
When he glanced away from the Magic Book "Dragon Covenant" due to the commotion, he found that the sacred lamb had vanished from the golden disc, imdiately shocking him.
Because, in the eyes of any god, a believer losing a sacrifice is a grave cri, especially since the "Jet Black Dragon" Nidhogg is not known for being magnanimous.
Once the sacrificial tablet was submitted beforehand, the items on it beca the property of the god!
Moreover.
The initiated ritual could not be interrupted.
There wasn't ti to think about how the seemingly fragile sacrifice, shackled by the "Extraordinary Handcuffs," managed to escape. Leaving the "Dragon Covenant" to maintain the ritual, he transford into dragon-man form and unhesitatingly gave chase.
The sacrifice had to be retrieved before the "Gate of Sacrifice" was fully opened, or else what Nidhogg would deliver would be punishnt rather than blessings.
Whoosh!
After chasing a hundred ters.
Although he still couldn't see any figures, the Dragon Vein creature's senses, surpassing that of hyenas, faintly perceived a petite silhouette swiftly retreating, almost disappearing from his sensing range.
Glancing at the chaotic lee of clan mbers behind him, knowing that finding reinforcents was impossible, the isolated Green Dragon Vein Mage swiftly mobilized his internal magic power.
terr——
The invisible ripples in the spiritual world spread far out.
[Magic-like Technique: Intimidation]
Howl! Howl!...
All over the Great Oasis, bipedal dragon beasts, raised to serve as mounts and beasts of burden, broke through their pens and charged in this direction, directed to intercept the fleeing sacrifice from the front.
The next witchcraft seamlessly followed.
acid——
As he commanded with his fingers, a large swath of corrosive cloud quickly spread out.
[Magic-like Technique: Acid Mist Technique]
The acid mist, having spread to its limit, no longer had much lethality but still clearly outlined the humanoid silhouette trying to bypass those dragon beasts and continue fleeing.
At a distance of about a kiloter from the altar, relying on the dragon beasts everywhere, they finally caught the tail of this offering.
While commanding the dragon beasts to encircle, a cold smile finally appeared on the serious face of the Dragon Vein Mage:
"Offering to the Gods, I don't care how you managed to escape, now obediently co back with . Otherwise, I won't mind breaking your limbs, it shouldn't affect the taste too much."
Facing the encirclent of dragon beasts and the Dragon Vein Mage, Angie was about to summon the Celestial White Deer, Minnie, to give up concealing traces and break through directly from the sky.
Suddenly revealing her form from the air, she smiled slightly at the opposite side:
"No, you cannot."
Thinking the girl was already scared and that it would be best to bring her back whole, completing the sacrificial ceremony was most important, the Dragon Vein Mage took another step forward:
"Ha, of course, I... uh!"
His voice trailed off as he slowly lowered his head, a bony deep blue sword tip erging from his chest, directly shattering his heart.
At the sa ti, shadowy tendrils shot up from the ground, transforming into weapons to slaughter all the ferocious dragon beasts.
Thud!
Kicking the corpse of the Dragon Vein Mage to the ground, Aiven smiled at Angie:
"Haha, Little Angie is really considerate of her teacher's face. Even though I ca a bit late, you still gave a chance to perform."
Boom——
Yet, the girl directly lunged into his arms, hugging his waist tightly, and softly called:
"Teacher!"
From yesterday to now, it seed danger was averted, but if not for the two seeds in the prison, the girl almost beca soone else's al. Only upon finally seeing Aiven, did she regain a sense of security.
Gently stroking Angie's silver hair, Aiven softly comforted:
"It's alright, it's alright, I'm here.
But this group of crawlers might have significant backgrounds, we better leave here first."
"Okay, teacher."
Knowing this was not the ti to dawdle, Angie subtly wiped the faint moisture from the corners of her eyes and agreed decisively.
Aiven unfurled the Thunderbird Wings, wrapping Angie's waist to lift her up, while the girl naturally encircled his neck, and the two were about to soar into the air, leaving this crawler domain.
Whoosh——
The altar flas twisted by an invisible force, an elliptical door made of flas abruptly ford.
And just by standing a bit away, one could easily spot that it was not just a door, but a gigantic vertical pupil!
Clearly composed of blazing flas, the vertical pupil blinked slightly, and a chilling presence enveloped the entire Great Oasis, as well as everyone there.
The next mont.
Under this pressure, the frantic Dragon-people all collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Even the two Tier 3 Dragon-n couldn't bother with anything else and hurriedly knelt toward the vertical pupil.
But the vertical pupil paid them no heed. Once the Sacrificial Passage opened, the various offerings originally placed on the altar were sucked in with a powerful pull one after another.
However, after receiving all the offerings.
The Fla Vertical Pupil did not disappear but blinked quickly a few tis, suddenly turning toward Aiven and Angie, or more accurately, toward Angie leaning in Aiven's arms.
After staring at them for a few seconds, "bang," the flaming portal abruptly contracted into a bright slit, then instantly exploded into scattered sparks.
Not waiting for the two to catch a breath under that formidable pressure.
"Mmhm!"
Imdiately, Angie let out a cry of pain.
The "venom" on her left shoulder shattered by an invisible force, and a jet-black diamond-shaped mark suddenly appeared on her fair shoulder.
"What is that thing..."
The mont they saw the mark clearly, their faces changed drastically.
Evidently, the dreadful presence behind the door was not ready to let the "pure lamb" snatched from the jaws of dragons by Aiven off so easily, though it was unclear what awaited them later.
Or rather, escaping from here beca the most urgent top priority for both of them now.
Tightly holding the slightly trembling girl in his arms, Aiven glanced at the Dragon-n under the altar with a ferocious glint in his eyes: "Maybe you can give the answer I want!"
Boom——
Spreading his wings, he transford into a streak of dazzling lightning, shooting towards the Dragon-n's heads.
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