Chapter 177: Action!

After a long deliberation, the White Dragon Lord still had no good solution and called out to the Nether Panther beside him.

"Yuir, you keep watch."

Having shrunk his body, the White Dragon Lord left the Nether Panther to monitor the enemy's movements while he dove back into the water. He chose a suitable location and returned to his old profession—digging holes.

Speaking of digging, one had to mention his life in hiding as a Very Young Dragon. During those difficult times, Amos had taken his Dragon Brother and Dragon Sister and fled everywhere.

Digging was a craft he had perfected back then to evade enemies.

It had been a long time since he practiced this craft, but Amos was not out of practice. On the contrary, because his physical strength was countless times higher than before, his efficiency had actually increased significantly.

From underwater, the White Dragon Lord used his dragon claws to hollow out the rock. After digging a certain distance into the rock wall, he dug straight up until he reached a sufficiently high position. He carved out a large living area, then poked two holes in the rock face so he could look down upon the entire island from above.

To prevent the excavated rocks from being discovered, the white dragon frowned and swallowed them all.

For a white dragon who ate gold coins like beans, mere stones were naturally no problem.

The stones were completely digested by the dragon's powerful stomach acid, though the taste was truly awful.

The White Dragon Lord clicked his tongue and swore to himself that he would never eat stones again!

The cave was finished.

The White Dragon Lord had the Nether Panther hide inside as well, using some specifically reserved stones to block the entrance.

Over the next seven days, the white dragon had Yuir observe the enemy for intelligence. Meanwhile, he tried using various methods to contact Elena and the others outside, but all of his attempts failed.

Through the small hole he had dug, the White Dragon Lord stared at the altar on the island.

It seemed he had to destroy the Blood Altar before he could get out!

"Yuir, through these past few days of observation, what useful intelligence have you gathered?"

"Master, I suspect there is a teleportation array in the largest building. They sacrifice a large number of captives every day. That large building is where the captives initially appear before being locked up in the smaller rooms."

Amos nodded.

"Continue."

"I also noticed that someone delivers food to the altar on time every day. Whatever controls the Blood Altar is a living creature, not an artifact."

"Furthermore, I discovered that every three days, these Demon Cultists hold a gathering to collectively worship a Demon Statue."

The White Dragon Lord was quite interested.

"What does this Demon Statue look like?"

"This demon..."

Based on the Nether Panther's description, the White Dragon Lord recalled the information in his mind regarding powerful demons. He realized that the master of this group of Demon Cultists was the ruler of the 132nd Layer of the Abyss, one of the supreme commanders on the Blood War Battlefield—the Howling Lord, Brash.

Four thousand years ago, Brash defeated all his rivals, unified the 132nd Layer of the Bottomless Abyss, and gained the acknowledgment of the Will of the Abyss, becoming a newly ascended abyssal lord.

Among the veteran abyssal lords who had ruled for tens of thousands or even millions of years, Brash was an absolute newcomer.

In the Bottomless Abyss, where slaughter was constant, if a new abyssal lord failed to prove his strength, it would attract countless challengers looking to drag him down from the throne and take his place.

Therefore, Brash urgently needed to prove that he was worthy of the title of abyssal lord.

Because of this, he actively volunteered to participate in the Blood War Battlefield, attempting to prove his might in combat and accumulate prestige.

At the same time, he was also one of the abyssal lords most enthusiastic about invading Nordhill.

Indeed! What could convince the demons more than conquering this powerful plane that had already caused four abyssal lords to fail in their invasions?

The White Dragon Lord withdrew his thoughts and continued asking.

"Is there any other intelligence?"

Yuir continued.

"Within the worshipping group, I saw the Benthic Demon Fish you mentioned, Master. Four Adults and two immature ones. I didn't discover anything else."

The White Dragon Lord lowered his head in thought.

In that case, there were at least four Legendary Rank Level Benthic Demon Fish here, plus a powerhouse of unknown depth guarding the altar.

Now, the key to the problem was figuring out the strength of the powerhouse guarding the altar.

If the guardian was a High-Tier Legend, Amos could only rely on his wits. Even if he wasn't, relying on wits was still the best option.

Even without a High-Tier Legend present, while the White Dragon Lord wasn't worried about his own safety, he had to care about Yuir's.

After thinking for a while, the White Dragon Lord decided to lure the snake out of its hole. He would personally act as bait to draw out the enemy's main force, then let Yuir take the opportunity to destroy the Blood Altar.

Acting immediately, the White Dragon Lord explained his plan to Yuir.

...

Beecher Arnold ignored the pleading look in the woman's eyes before him and plunged his dagger into her heart. Fresh blood sprayed out, drenching the altar.

All around him, his companions were doing the same thing. The sacrifices collapsed onto the altar, their eyes gradually turning gray.

Beecher Arnold watched all of this with cold indifference.

These heretics all deserved to die!

'Unfortunately, my wife and daughter are already gone. Otherwise, I definitely would have brought them along to throw ourselves into the master's embrace together.'

Beecher Arnold thought back to the past.

He had originally been just an ordinary farmer with a wife and a daughter, living a hard but happy life.

Sadly, that damned second son of a baron had ruined everything. When he and his wife returned home from the fields, they found their daughter lying in a pool of blood, her lower body an unbearable sight.

His wife fainted on the spot. She fell ill, never recovered, and eventually died of grief.

Beecher Arnold went to report the second son's atrocities, but it only resulted in the noble being confined for a week, a few gold coins in compensation, and his neighbors and relatives avoiding him like the plague.

Despairing of this world, Beecher Arnold met his guide and joined the demon's cult.

He knew what he was worshipping, but he didn't care. He only demanded the power to complete his revenge, and that was enough for him.

Beecher Arnold got his wish. He slaughtered the baron's entire family, standing over their corpses as he laughed maniacally.

Having accepted the demonic power, Beecher Arnold had unknowingly become the exact same kind of person as the baron's second son he so despised—perhaps even worse.

But who cared?!

The only thing Beecher Arnold felt regret over was that he hadn't been able to bring his wife and daughter into the master's embrace with him.

Putting away his thoughts, Beecher Arnold sheathed his dagger and walked toward the resting quarters.

Today's work was finished!

Bang!

Suddenly, the distant rock wall exploded. A massive white creature charged out from the scattering debris and dust.

It assaulted the island, breathing out a terrifying Ice-Blue Dragon Breath all the way.

Crossing the distance of several hundred meters in the blink of an eye, the White Dragon Lord unleashed his surging dragon breath toward the crowd on the island.

The defensive magic on the island was triggered by the dragon breath. A blood-red magical barrier completely isolated the Ice-Blue Dragon Breath outside.