The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 545 - 569 The Giant Dragon Returns to Its

Chapter 545: Chapter 569: The Giant Dragon Returns to Its Nest Chapter 545: Chapter 569: The Giant Dragon Returns to Its Nest “To make an Illusion Technique look convincing enough, you must mix in a bit of reality,” Alamir said with a smile, explaining to Bruto, “Kalalin is absolutely a genius, he combined high-level illusion with the Fireball Technique to create this incredibly effective Red Dragon Illusion Technique. Not to mention an average-intelligence White Dragon, had I not known in advance, I wouldn’t have been able to tell it was fake immediately.”

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Just as the Elf Priest had said, most creatures in the Dragon’s Nest believed it to be real, at least the White Dragon was convinced it had really been attacked. Caught off guard at first, it immediately summoned a massive chill to extinguish the flames created by the Red Dragon’s ‘Breath’, then flapped its wings and took to the sky, unleashing a cold Dragon Breath at the illusion of the Red Dragon.

The Red Dragon was nothing but an illusion created by Kalalin and naturally couldn’t be hurt by the White Dragon’s Breath, but it reacted as though it really was hit, its body quickly shrinking back as if it greatly feared the White Dragon’s Breath.

“Was this also part of his plan?” Bruto asked, looking at Kalalin with disbelief, “How did he think of that!”

‘Brother, Svafnir is on the move!’ At the same time, a tense voice echoed in Lancelot’s mind, ‘It’s flying south in a great hurry, probably heading your way!’

‘Alright, I got it.’ Lancelot replied calmly, and then relayed the message to his companions.

“Either an attack on the Treasure triggered some sort of warning mechanism, or the ancient White Dragon maintains a certain connection with its offspring,” the Elf guessed with a frown, “Now it just remains to see how long it will take for Svafnir to get here…”

As the Elf spoke, a powerful psychic shockwave suddenly erupted from within the Dragon’s Nest, sweeping over like a tsunami. A thunderous roar, like that of a Dragon, resounded in everyone’s minds, and although none of them knew the Draconic language, they all understood the meaning of the roar immediately:

“Come save me!! I’m here!!!”

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Under the sudden onslaught of the psychic shockwave, Kalalin was naturally unable to maintain the Illusion Technique, but it seemed that the White Dragon, too, was affected by the shock and failed to notice the illusion of the Red Dragon above trembling and dissipating into the air.

The White Dragon was distracted, but the source of the psychic shock saw everything clearly. The imprisoned Red Dragon at the bottom of the Dragon’s Nest stared blankly at the ceiling, its eyes round and filled with disbelief.

“Kalalin, are you alright?” the Dwarf’s voice suddenly rang out, “You’re growing feathers on your face…”

“What?” The Scholar hurriedly felt his face, finding it covered with fine down, “This is… the consequence of a Spell backlash; it will naturally dissipate in a bit. Don’t worry, I’m not turning into some kind of furry-faced monster…”

“I think you look quite good like this.” Bruto commented, pulling out a beard comb from his belt pouch, “Here, use this, no need to thank me.”

“Why would you keep something like that within easy reach during battle?” Alamir asked in despair, “To throw it like a dart?”

“What else?” Bruto retorted with an eye roll, “Wouldn’t a young Dwarf care about his image, wanting to restore his beard to its smooth state immediately after a fight?”

“Let me help you with that,” Lancelot said, triggering a special mechanism on his breastplate and then quickly resetting it. Although it only lasted a very brief moment, the abnormal condition on Kalalin’s face stopped immediately, and the feathers that had grown began to fall off rapidly.

“So the Anti-Magic Stone can be used like this,” Kalalin said, rubbing his face with his hand. “Thanks, I still prefer my original look. But you need to be careful in battle, don’t use it unless you’re sure that none of your companions near you have any Buff Magic on them. I’m talking about Tijana, you know that, right?”

“Of course, this move was taught to me by her, but you’ve reminded me—it’s a good excuse, to say we need to practice how to coordinate…” Lancelot stroked his chin thoughtfully, then suddenly his face changed, “Quick, get the teleportation spell ready, Svafnir is coming!”

“Already?” Kalalin was also surprised upon hearing this, but he had long been holding another scroll in his hand, “Shall we leave now?”

“Wait a bit longer.” Lancelot looked somewhat tense but still took a few steps toward the tunnel exit. “I want to see Svafnir’s reaction, Kalalin, please make sure the spell is ready to be cast at any time!”

“Okay!”

The Scholar answered crisply, then unfurled the scroll he had in hand, and the Arcane Runes began to glow faintly in the reflection of his pupils. A few breaths later, the sound of dragon wings beating the air, along with an angry Dragon’s roar, began to fill everyone’s ears. Despite seeing nothing, the roar alone doubled everyone’s heartbeat, and their legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

“Turn around, don’t let the image of the Ancient White Dragon affect you.”

Lancelot’s calm voice resonated in everyone’s ears, and curiously, upon hearing his voice, everyone immediately calmed down, and the silhouette of the Ancient White Dragon appeared in the entrance above the Dragon’s Nest, along with another wave of loud Dragon roars.

This time, the Dragon’s roar seemed to be more than pure bellowing; it contained complex syllable changes. While the people couldn’t understand this Dragon language, the emotions within weren’t hard to perceive—Svafnir seemed to be questioning what had happened, where the enemy was, and its son was clumsily trying to explain the situation.

“Hahaha, Svafnir, you and your son really are complete fools!” Suddenly, everyone heard the voice of the female Red Dragon prisoner in their minds again, for some reason, she was still using wide-range Spirit Perception to speak, “If that was truly my father, your son would have already turned into a roasted lizard by now.”

In response to her was another bout of frantic, commanding roaring, and the voice of the Red Dragon resonated within the minds of the people again.

“How should I know who that is? Maybe just some youngster passing by, otherwise, how could he be scared away by your useless son? Just look around you, the Breath of a mature Red Dragon should not be this limited in destructive power… But don’t be too pleased with yourself just yet, my father has been in the Abyss for a long time already, sooner or later, he will find this place, and then it will be your and your son’s death anniversary!”

“Roar!!!!!!”

Lancelot’s pupils suddenly constricted; the Ancient White Dragon clearly was infuriated by the Red Dragon. It raised its neck, and Lancelot felt the energy within the White Dragon rapidly gathering, exceeding the limits of Spirit Perception in an instant, looking like it was about to spew out a cold Dragon Breath to vent its rage.

The problem was, as the Ancient White Dragon raised its head, it also slightly adjusted its stance, now facing directly the tunnel where the people were hiding. Perhaps it had discovered the people hiding nearby, perhaps it was used to spewing Dragon Breath on the Fencer Troll’s tribute altar, or maybe it had just randomly selected this side of the cave…

Regardless of the reason, there were less than three seconds left before the people would turn into ice sculptures under the icy Breath of the Ancient White Dragon.

“Go, go, go, go, go!”