Capítulo 108: Chapter 108: The Vastness of the Dragon, Contained by a Fingertip
Beside the world of the bay, Wang Hui slurped his noodles while observing the battle with great interest. The dragon attacking Peace Island bore a close resemblance to the Western dragons of his memory, essentially just a large lizard with wings added. However, this "large" was only relative; compared to external measures, it was roughly the size of a fly. After all, the entire bay world was but five meters long and three meters wide, encompassing fifteen square meters in total, where a "giant dragon" equating to a fly was quite logical.
In terms of flight speed, the deep blue dragon was evidently no match for a fly, though it was far more resilient, capable of casting spells like water jets and cold breaths, with its claws and tail serving as effective weapons.
"If pitted against a fly, the dragon might just barely win, wouldn't it?"
From Wang Hui's vantage point, the battles in the capital of the Kingdom of Storms and on Peace Island were raging with fervor. The palace had few strong defenders left, with Nalan Huaz leading the assault, likely to conquer it soon. However, the situation on Peace Island was more tense. In the sky, Guluomi darted about on her griffin, engaging in a relentless chase with Bellmoru, who sported wings of light and cast spells incessantly. On the ground, Divine Servant Huyan Wu was locked in a fierce struggle with the dragon, exchanging blows that sent blood flying.
"According to the strength hierarchy of this miniature world, the dragon and Huyan Wu should both be at the sixth refinement level. But the dragon has the advantage of large-scale AOE spells and a higher resistance to damage, whereas Huyan Wu can only counter with brute force. Without the support of the Divine Realm's heavy crossbows, victory would be hard to achieve."
Wang Hui watched the spectacle with relish as he finished his noodles. The dragon's combat prowess was somewhat surprising, providing at least one legendary creature capable of confronting a Divine Servant head-on. Excellent, very spirited! The dragon's performance was commendable, but Peace Island was ultimately Divine Realm territory, and Wang Hui could not stand idly by while it was destroyed.
Thus, he set down his bowl, slowly opening the glass lid of the bay world. Initially intending to use his right hand, Wang Hui thought it might be too harsh on the dragon, so he switched to his left mid-motion. As he neared the clouds, his massive shadow fell upon the island below, dimming the morning light that should have bathed Peace Island.
"What is that...?"
Bellmoru, in pursuit of Guluomi and her griffin in mid-air, suddenly halted, his gaze lifting in astonishment toward the sky. Meanwhile, Nalan Jie and her companions on the island, witnessing the sight, were instantly invigorated. It was a sign that a divine miracle was about to unfold!
"Pfft..."
Huyan Wu, after a direct clash with the dragon, landed, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a look of pity on his face. "You are strong, but your journey ends here."
The deep-sea dragon, not lacking in intelligence, quickly sensed the change in atmosphere. Seizing the brief lull in the attack, it took flight, shaking off the bolts, and looked up in confusion at the sky. What was that shadow?
Splash—
Its confusion didn't last long; the clouds above parted abruptly, revealing an enormous hand descending!
"This, this, this..."
Bellmoru's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets! What had he seen? A human hand? Recalling the sudden flood from his previous cloud exploration, he quickly looked down at Peace Island, where the people of the Divine Realm knelt in reverence, including Huyan Wu, who had just withstood the dragon's might.
Indeed, the Divine Servant was merely a servant; the true deity of the Divine Realm resided above the clouds!
"Uhh—"
Hearing a terrified roar, Bellmoru snapped out of his stupor to see an even more shocking scene! The dragon, which had just displayed its might, now resembled a startled sparrow, frantically flapping its wings to dive back into its deep-sea cave. The outside was too dangerous; it wanted to go home!
But how could a dragon, slower than a fly, escape Wang Hui's grasp? With a swift motion, he caught the dragon before it could reach the water!
Crack, crack, crack...
The sound of straining bones came from between his fingers, as if the dragon's skeleton couldn't withstand the immense pressure, letting out a cry of distress! Wang Hui immediately loosened his grip, looking concerned, "I might have used too much strength; don't crush this precious dragon..."
Between his thumb and index finger, the deep-sea dragon gasped for air, its mind now clear from the spell's residual interference, both fearful and bewildered. "Where am I? What is this terrifying giant that grips me?"
At that moment, Wang Hui turned his hand, placing the tiny dragon in his palm to scrutinize its structure. The dragon, like a small, helpless rabbit, shivered in fear.
Bellmoru, at this point, didn't even consider fleeing. How vast and strong was that hand? Even if he flew to the ends of the earth, he wouldn't escape its reach!
"Hey, scared silly, huh?"
Guluomi urged her griffin to fly close to Bellmoru, her face smug, all traces of her earlier distress gone. "Foolish old man, see that? That's our leader, the Celestial God, dwelling far above! Dare to attack Divine Realm territory? You've no idea how fierce a god's slap can be!"
Bellmoru didn't respond, merely staring at the mighty arm enveloped by clouds, lost in thought.
At that moment, Wang Hui was using the tip of his pinky to prod the dragon. Sensing his intent, it obediently stretched out, forming a "wood" shape with its limbs and tail, its throat moving in submissive whimpers, eyes showing fear and flattery.
Wang Hui couldn't help but smile. "This dragon is unexpectedly docile, like a mini puppy..."
As he leaned in for a closer look, Wang Hui caught sight of a tiny light speeding upwards. It was the chief wizard of the Royal Court!
[Swiftness]!
[Iron Lungs]!
[High Wizard Armor]!
[High Arcane Vision]!
A multitude of enhancement spells appeared around Bellmoru, increasing his speed as he fixed his gaze on the junction of Wang Hui's forearm and the clouds.
"If a god can reach down, why can't I go up?"
Bellmoru focused on the gap between the giant arm and the clouds, contorting his body into a flat, gaseous form.
[Gaseous Form]!
With a whoosh, he squeezed into the gap. Sensing the clouds pressing in from all sides, he unleashed a burst of arcane light.
"Dragon's Breath!"
Buzz—
The surge of magical energy held the clouds at bay for two seconds, allowing Bellmoru to ascend, feeling a sudden release from the pressure.
He had reached the top of the clouds!
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