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Chapter 922 - 904: The Invisible Infant · Oct 08, 2026

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901 Chapter 901 - 883: Rhythm, [Combat Arts] 2026-10-08
902 Chapter 902 - 884: Dragon Breath, Ineffective 2026-10-08
903 Chapter 903 - 885: Combat Technique: Arrow Step 2026-10-08
904 Chapter 904 - 886: Dragon Crest Shield 2026-10-08
905 Chapter 905 - 887: High Priest 2026-10-08
906 Chapter 906 - 888: Flame and Loyalty 2026-10-08
907 Chapter 907 889: Dolan Knight Order and Dark Moon 2026-10-08
908 Chapter 908 890: Rebellion 2026-10-08
909 Chapter 909 891: Shadow Sun 2026-10-08
910 Chapter 910 892: Precision Shooting 2026-10-08
911 Chapter 911 893: Parry 2026-10-08
912 Chapter 912 894: Confirming Our Stance 2026-10-08
913 Chapter 913 - 895: Serpent of Black Mud 2026-10-08
914 Chapter 914 - 896: Plantification 2026-10-08
915 Chapter 915 - 897: Garden and Cathedral 2026-10-08
916 Chapter 916 - 898: Encroaching Darkness 2026-10-08
917 Chapter 917 - 899: A World Without Light 2026-10-08
918 Chapter 918 - 900: King’s Courtyard 2026-10-08
919 Chapter 919 - 901: Deadly Poison and Stones 2026-10-08
920 Chapter 920 - 902: White Dragon King 2026-10-08
921 Chapter 921 - 903: The Scale-less Demon King 2026-10-08
922 Chapter 922 - 904: The Invisible Infant 2026-10-08
923 Chapter 923 - 905: Techniques for Dealing with Dragons 2026-10-08
924 Chapter 924 - 906: Slaughter and Soul 2026-10-08
925 Chapter 925 - 907: Infant and Wedge Stone 2026-10-08
926 Chapter 926 - 908: The Dark Cemetery 2026-10-08
927 Chapter 927 - 909: Crystal and Secrets 2026-10-08
928 Chapter 928 - 910: Prisoner, Hero 2026-10-08
929 Chapter 929 - 911: Power of Soul 2026-10-08
930 Chapter 930 - 912: Yixin 2026-10-08
931 Chapter 931 - 913: Going Hand-to-Hand, Huh? 2026-10-08
932 Chapter 932 - 914: Fire Transmission Altar 2026-10-08
933 Chapter 933 - 915: Firekeeper and the Exile 2026-10-08
934 Chapter 934 - 916: Spiral Sword and Smelting Furnace 2026-10-08
935 Chapter 935 - 917: Moonlight Greatsword 2026-10-08
936 Chapter 936 - 918: Farewell, Archbishop 2026-10-08
937 Chapter 937 - 919: Xiu Repair Light Powder 2026-10-08
938 Chapter 938 - 920: Saintess’s Location 2026-10-08
939 Chapter 939 - 921: Supply House 2026-10-08
940 Chapter 940 - 922: Leap 2026-10-08
941 Chapter 941 - 923: King’s Black Hand 2026-10-08
942 Chapter 942 - 924: Charge Forward! 2026-10-08
943 Chapter 943 - 925: Saintess, Crystal Corrosion 2026-10-08
944 Chapter 944 - 926: Charge! 2026-10-08
945 Chapter 945 - 927: Crystal Elder 2026-10-08
946 Chapter 946 - 928: Closed Doors 2026-10-08
947 Chapter 947 - 929: Children of the Gods 2026-10-08
948 Chapter 948 - 930: Tragedy and Refusal 2026-10-08
949 Chapter 949 - 931: White Sign Soapstone and Summoning 2026-10-08
950 Chapter 950 - 932: A Marvel Ahead 2026-10-08

Chapter 922: Chapter 904: The Invisible Infant

That corrosive white mist seemed completely oblivious to the barrier of the Quen Rune, and went straight through into the golden Chaos Magic Power shield.

Luckily Lann reacted in time and changed his footwork at once, letting himself scrape past the edge of the white mist unscathed.

That also made him understand Ausloes’s current condition.

How much of that widely praised power he still retained after becoming a bizarre scaleless white dragon through the dragonification experiment was hard to say.

But there was no doubt that whatever remained was all extremely high‑level!

From the start of the battle until now, Lann hadn’t seen Ausloes use any spell other than that corrosive white mist.

Yet in Losric City under his rule, even low‑tier clergy had to master several different miracles just to barely qualify.

”Miracles” are spells cast by recounting the tales of Divine Beings.

And he, as the most prestigious King of this age and himself an unquestionable Divine Being, had on the contrary not used a single miracle.

Perhaps his current mental state could no longer support such delicate work as spellcasting.

The corrosive white mist he unleashed could ignore the Quen Rune; to be honest, Lann had barely seen such spells even described in the library of Airetusa!

And that was already the top Magic Academy of the Magic Middle Ages.

The Quen Rune could be broken, but to not even be able to sense anything in the face of the opponent’s spell, what the hell was that?!

This was a Magic Seal prepared for Demon Hunters by top Warlocks like Alzur and Maraspina!

Considering Ausloes’s current performance, Lann could only form one guess—

That corrosive white mist, in Ausloes’s present hands, wasn’t even a spell anymore, but a kind of instinct.

Yet even as a crude instinct he could wield effortlessly, it was so advanced that the Quen Rune couldn’t sense or detect it at all.

All one could say was that as a Divine Being and the King of Losric, anything Ausloes casually unleashed was spellcraft that sat at the absolute peak of the hierarchy.

It was just that his current mental state meant that even possessing these spells and this knowledge, he still couldn’t gain an advantage in his battle against Lann.

Finally, after Lann carved yet another slash across Ausloes’s body with Air Blade Grand Spin, pushing the Qi Blade’s rank up to the highest red tier—

Now, with the Lady of the Lake’s Sword, even just scraping across that rubber‑like dragon hide was enough for the edge to easily reach bone.

It produced that tooth‑aching sound of blade grating and locking against bone.

And Ausloes—his mind seemed, after countless frenzied, fruitless attempts to touch Lann at all, to be on the verge of collapse.

”Urrrgh—aaah!”

He roared madly, the surging power making even the air tremble!

Lann had already been fully focused because all of Ausloes’s spell abilities were too high‑level.

Faced with this clearly abnormal bellow, the Demon Hunter cautiously chose to pull back for the moment instead of pressing the attack.

The scaleless, bizarre white dragon, whose left hand had been curled before his chest as though cradling an infant yet was actually empty, now raised that hand high in the process.

He shrieked shrilly, not only from the wounds Lann had inflicted in the previous exchanges and the frenzy of being unable to lay a finger on him,

but from another kind of despair.

”Aaah! My beloved child Othello!”

”Where are you? Why do you not appear in your father’s arms? Thou art a child of dragons, born under endless favor!”

”Show yourself! Othello! Show yourself!”

He stared up at his raised left hand with longing, despair, rage... as if there really were a child in it.

As if he truly was cradling a child hiding from his own father.

Lann’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Though wary of the darkness lurking within his own body, he had not activated Spiritual Vision during his exchange with Ausloes.

After all, that so‑called dragonification experiment of the other’s looked deeply entangled with the Abyss.

If he were to gaze upon this world’s darkness again through that body, there was no Sunshine Princess here to suppress the darkness for him.

But now Ausloes’s aura was too overwhelming!

He was enraged that he had been wounded so badly by Lann and still couldn’t touch him at all.

Even more enraged that his ”most beloved” child was hiding himself away from him.

That rage ultimately turned into fury and a thirst for destruction!

He snapped the last thread holding his sanity together, and so the draconic, bestial savagery began flooding his mind!

Amid those strangely warped dragon‑roars, the deranged Ausloes reclaimed another kind of power.

He fully accepted the instincts of this scaleless white dragon body.

And in the heart of that scaleless white dragon, this thing in his hand... he didn’t care about it in the slightest!

Even without using Spiritual Vision, merely relying on his eyesight, Lann could see that the muscle‑movement tendency of this bizarre white dragon showed he meant to smash that left hand down!

Was this the opening motion of some spell?

The prelude to some ritual?

The spells Ausloes commanded were all far too high‑tier for Lann.

He had maintained this world for ten thousand years; the nation he founded had also stood at the apex for ten thousand years. He himself was one of the Fire Gods who drew power from the First Flame.

It was no surprise that such a Divine Being possessed world‑shaking power and knowledge.

So under this pressure, Lann could only risk activating his Spiritual Vision, hoping to see what exactly the other intended to do.

After all, if he couldn’t even see it, couldn’t understand it, then there was no way to speak of avoiding or defending against it.

Under the Demon Hunter’s control, Spiritual Vision flicked on only briefly and swiftly for an instant, glancing toward a corner of Ausloes’s left hand.

But it was exactly that one glance that let Lann see the infant he’d hidden away.

The scaleless white dragon was indeed cradling a baby in his empty left hand.

The baby’s whole body looked dead, a bloodless bluish white, and his tiny hands had the same disproportionate, thin, sharp look as Ausloes’s.

At that moment, it was as if he sensed Lann’s gaze.

In that fleeting instant, that little hand trembled and reached out toward Lann.

There was no time to think.

Lann immediately bellowed, ”Rong Buqiu! Grab whatever’s in his left hand!”

”Meow? Meow-meow?”

The Elu Cat couldn’t see the infant in Ausloes’s left hand at all, and could only meow in total confusion.

But a Warrior’s execution is what it is, and Rong Buqiu started carrying out Lann’s order before he’d even figured it out.

He instinctively drew the handy tool he’d brought from his tribe, the Valley Raider Race’s [Plundering Saber]!

This was a weapon made specifically for snatching and stripping things off monsters.

The Elu Cat dropped to all fours and shot toward the White Dragon Demon King with a swish!

Lann certainly wasn’t going to just shout and let Rong Buqiu take the risk alone.

As the Elu Cat darted past him, the Demon Hunter lunged forward in sync.

The Demon King’s strange draconic roar hadn’t even finished, and his raised left hand was only halfway down in its smashing arc.

And then...

”Swick!”

The blade hummed!

The Lady of the Lake’s Sword, its edge already sheathed in a layer of red Qi Blade from active Fighting Spirit, drove straight into Ausloes’s waist with Lann’s charging rush!

If not for the two small wings on his lower back getting in the way at the last moment, the strike might have skewered his waist on a diagonal!

And this was only the prelude, the [Qi Blade Thrust]!

The scaleless white dragon let out a howl of agony, his body twisting involuntarily.

Lann seized the chance, stepped onto the protrusions of that body, and soared upward!

In one burst he rose higher even than Ausloes’s twisted dragon head! Then he leveled the blade and chopped down with all his might!

[Dragon Ascending Sword]!

A thin, shrill, pale red sword mark was carved vertically into the air.

An instant later, ”Szzzt” *7!

The compressed active Fighting Spirit inside the enemy’s body detonated all at once!

Seven explosive blasts of slicing flesh rang out.

Lann had deliberately avoided Ausloes’s left hand, so after that strike, the White Dragon Demon King’s right cheek, right chest, right arm...

A string of spots all split open into gaping, hideous wounds at the same time!

After the first instant of blood spray, the blood only then began to patter and drip out.

”Ugh-raaah!”

Ausloes shrieked in torment.

And nimble Rong Buqiu, in that same moment, used the gap while the enemy howled in pain to swing the [Plundering Saber] at his left hand.

The Valley Raider Race’s cats really did have a knack for ripping loot off monsters; Rong Buqiu’s Plundering Saber wasn’t some crude, straight-line chop.

Instead, it was a careful, skillful attack, using the saber’s oddly shaped blade to irritate the enemy.

Forcing him, in his agony, to let the Valley Raider Race snatch away the spoils.

Under Rong Buqiu’s work, Ausloes’s left hand spasmed open as if from a cramp of pain.

And though Rong Buqiu couldn’t see a thing, he still followed Lann’s order and lunged to hug whatever was inside that opened, grotesque dragon claw.

That reckless grab really did latch onto something.

”There really is something, meow?!”

Even under pressure, the Elu Cat’s curiosity still showed itself.

Rong Buqiu cried out in surprise, then hurriedly leapt away, clutching the invisible something to his chest.

”Othello! My child! Aaaah!”

The scaleless white dragon roared, staggering as he tried to lunge after the retreating Elu Cat.

But then... ”Bang bang bang!”

From Ausloes’s flank, a string of explosions and sparks flashed across his profile, carried on the shrill whine of flying rounds.

The blast force and recoil of the ammunition made the bizarre white dragon reel sideways, stumbling back.

Only when an entire magazine of standard rounds was emptied did Lann toss the [Roar of the Roaring Dragon] Heavy Crossbow Cannons to the ground at his side.

After all, he probably wasn’t going to have time to reload now.

”One moment you’re trying to smash someone into a puddle of meat, the next you’re over here, all emotional, yelling ’my child’... don’t you feel the least bit ashamed, Your Majesty?”

As the smoke from the Heavy Crossbow Cannons’ blasts dispersed, the grotesque scaleless white dragon had shed the very last traces of a human shape.

He had discarded the Magic Staff, discarded the human upright stance.

What finally emerged from the thinning haze before the Demon Hunter was a white dragon on all fours, claws razor sharp!

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