My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 42 Comprehending the Golden Scale Dragon

Mansa was furious, and his followers were also quite annoyed.

How did those puppets suddenly become so powerful?

Everyone was completely baffled.

The Shadow Children have been plotting for so many years, with spies planted throughout the entire vampire territory, and even have supporters within the Empire.

Although the appearance of the puppet caught them off guard.

But the Shadow Children quickly grasped the general situation of the puppets, their combat methods, and the mutation direction of the flesh-and-blood monsters.

You must know, this is the City of Night!

A place favored by the Night Lady!

The speed at which flesh and blood leaped out of the puppet development speed far exceeded the speed at which magic puppets were developed.

Mansa thought the stalemate would continue and that the bishop would soon be able to settle the score and return to deal with the city's defense forces.

"Can anyone tell me?!"

"What kind of lightsaber technique are they using? How could they shatter our Shadow Armor with a single strike?"

"What kind of explosive magic did they use? And what kind of magical shield did they employ?"

"Speak up! Are you mute?!"

Mansa's roar grew increasingly shrill, making the followers' ears ring. No one dared to utter a sound, fearing that they would be made an example of and killed for sticking their necks out.

Even after recruiting external followers, the entire underground city only has a little over a hundred people.

"It was Vichy; those terrible spells must have been provided by her."

"She's no ordinary person! She's the adopted daughter of the Starry Night Witch, and her blessing must have come from the Blood Moon Lord! They stole the princess's magical energy!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from afar.

Everyone looked over there.

It is Sargeras, the Blood Demon.

He walked out, clutching his head and looking gloomy.

His brain was blown off by Shi Qing's knife, which caused him to take a long time to recover, and he still experiences occasional pain.

"Ha, Sargeras."

"What? Where did you get this information from?"

"You're not trying to cover up your dereliction of duty by making up some excuse because of the battle setbacks, are you?"

"Don't forget, you are also the adopted son of the Starry Night Witch."

Because Sargeras' performance had been so poor, Mansa was now giving Sargeras a cold shoulder.

The divine child they placed high hopes on not only failed to wreak havoc, but was instead shot in the head and taken out of the game right from the start.

Mansa has begun to doubt whether the bishop made the right choice in selecting him as the Son of God.

Sargeras looked terrible, but he showed no intention of defending himself in response to Mansa's questioning.

"Vishi is inside the dungeon, believe it or not."

"The Starry Night Witch has violated our agreement. I demand that the support of other altars be requested immediately."

Upon hearing this, Mansa's eyes immediately darted around.

She knew what the agreement Sargeras was referring to was.

This is a pact among their internal vampire clan.

Since the night of the Blood Birth, the princess's pure magical energy channels have been reclaimed.

However, since their noble bloodline could not be lost to the outside world, everyone, including the children of the shadows, made a pact.

That means no one is allowed to touch these magical circuits unless everyone agrees.

In fact, this is equivalent to directly sealing off the princess's magical pathways, since the vampire clan has always been plagued by internal strife.

It's impossible to reach a consensus on who inherits this bloodline and who is suitable to use these powers.

Mansa's eyes darted around, glancing at Sargeras.

The Blood Demon is the only exception.

Because his initial magical circuit was a gift from the princess.

If this reason is used, it is indeed possible to compel other Shadow Children to join this battle, since there is a legitimate reason for doing so.

As for what the truth is?

Did the Night Witch, as the gravedigger, secretly use any methods?

It doesn't really matter.

"Ha, what a heartless bastard! Pavit raised you for so many years, and now you want to turn around and bite her?"

"Even when I feed a dog, it wags its tail for me."

Sargeras's face twitched, and he struggled.

"This is for the princess's wishes, and for the vampires to be great again."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

Mansa narrowed his eyes and smiled mockingly.

"Yes, that's right, we're all here to make the vampire clan great again."

"But no matter what, you still have to confront Pavit, Blood Demon."

......

Vichy made a fortune.

"Boss, this is the Golden Scaled Dragon!"

"We've packed everything up as you requested!"

The deepest part of the Red Marrow Dungeon.

Gold-scaled vein.

Vichy looked back and saw a sea of ​​people.

She originally intended to hire two high-level adventure teams to deal with the Golden Scale Dragon.

But now a total of thirteen high-level adventurer groups have accepted her orders.

It wasn't that she offered a very high price, so high that even if the thirteen adventure teams split it, they would still make a profit.

Instead, it was the things she paid for that made the adventurers envious.

"Um, sir, Gabo said you have connections to provide those things, is that true?"

An adventurer's leader rubbed his hands together and approached, his face full of flattery.

Vishi didn't say anything, but casually took out a few spell templates and handed them over, then added after thinking for a moment.

"You can have Gabo take you to pick up the rest."

"Wow! The boss is so generous!"

In an instant, the whole place erupted in cheers.

Which of the group leaders present wasn't a big shot with a lot of influence?

The leaders of the groups were all third-tier superhumans.

But they were indeed envious of the spell templates that Vishi had created.

There's no way around it, this thing is really useful, its quality far surpasses the ordinary spell templates provided by the city defense forces.

Some people even privately refer to it as genuine military equipment.

Some even imagined the origin of Vichy: the glove of a mysterious and unpredictable imperial military leader.

Otherwise, there's really no way to explain why Vichy's goods are so pure.

Vichy couldn't explain it either.

After the leaders left, Vishi walked up to the Golden Scale Dragon.

This dragon is indeed enormous and quite powerful.

It would be difficult for a typical high-level adventurer group to defeat it. If there weren't enough people, Vishi thought there would have been a bloody battle.

But now, the dragon lay sprawled on the ground, its golden eyes fixed on Vishi.

"Teacher, I'm starting."

"Yes, I hope you can figure out what's right for you."

After receiving Shi Qing's response, Vixi took out many pills from his backpack and swallowed them one by one.

Some are supplements that can help her gain insight.

Some of them are harmful drugs, designed to help her simulate the damage the dragon is in.

In an instant, his blood surged, beads of sweat appeared on Vichy's forehead, and his face clearly showed that he was extremely uncomfortable.

In Shi Qing's divine perception, Vixi's skeletal structure, blood vessels, and internal organs were undergoing transformation.

This transformation process was extremely slow, and the pain it released was far greater than before. Vishi felt as if he had been thrown into a millstone, crushed, and then pieced back together.

But she cannot lose. If she wants to uphold her own sense of justice, she cannot rely on others to clean up her mess. That kind of justice is just a child's joke.

Even Shi Qing, even his own teacher.

That's not allowed either.

Shi Qing looked at Wei Xi in silence and sighed almost imperceptibly.

His apprentice embarked on a path that was even more difficult than his.