<h4>Chapter 171: Viin Simtor, Ch 170</h4>


    Damn!


    Hearing Venti''s remark, Lucas felt a chill down his spine. Could this guy actually hold a grudge over something like this?


    "Dreams can''t be taken seriously, right?" Lucas quickly recovered hisposure, forcing a smile. "Besides, I have nothing to do with that Lord of the Tower."


    "Really?" Venti leaned in closer, his pale green eyes shimmering with an unsettling glint. Then, breaking into a mischievous grin, he chuckled. "Rx, I was joking. Are you ready? I''m about to call Dvalin."


    "Huh?" Lucas asked, surprised. "Didn''t the Holy Lyre get confiscated?"


    "I''ve said it before—the Holy Lyre is just a harp, no different from any other. It only carries some sentimental value," Venti replied, shaking his head with a sigh. "But I probably can''t bring myself to fight her. The battle ahead will be up to you."


    "No problem," Lucas nodded. "I was ready to face her alone from the start."


    Dvalin''s strength, while not on par with a true god, was among the top-tier beings of her kind. Lucas''s confidence in handling such a foe spoke volumes about his own abilities.


    Venti nodded, pulling out a finely crafted wooden harp. As his delicate fingers plucked the strings, a hauntingly beautiful melody filled the air.


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    <strong>"ROAR!"</strong>


    The music seemed to summon a low, anguished dragon''s roar from the heavens above, filled with both fury and pain.


    "She''sing!"


    At Venti''s words, a massive emerald dragon descended from the sky, fixing her ferocious gaze on the pair before her.


    "Dvalin!" Venti called out, his voice tinged with desperation. "Can you hear me?"


    But her only response was a spiraling wind cannon aimed straight at them.


    "Defensive barrier!" Lucas quickly activated a talisman, conjuring a transparent shield that blocked the wind cannon. Even so, the tform beneath them trembled violently.


    "Let''s go!" Lucas summoned another card. "Blue-Eyes White Dragon!"


    Just as before, a towering white dragon emerged from the void, its streamlined body lunging toward Stormterror Dvalin.


    The two dragons shed, their fierce battle shaking the air around them.


    Unlike the previous encounter in Mondstadt, where the Blue-Eyes White Dragon had to hold back to avoid harming civilians, this time there were no such restraints. Unleashing its full power and bolstered by Lucas''s enhancements, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon fought Dvalin to a standstill.


    "To tame such a mighty creature..." Venti murmured, marveling at the spectacle. "You''re no ordinary person."


    There was an undertone to Venti''s words, but Lucas brushed it off with a casual reply: "It''s nothing. I''ve just raised her since she was young."


    Venti clearly didn''t buy this excuse, but he chose not to press further, focusing instead on the aerial sh of the dragons.


    Though the Blue-Eyes White Dragon was fierce, it was still outmatched by Dvalin in both strength and experience. This was Dvalin''s domain, after all. Before long, the White Dragon began to falter.


    "Take this! <strong>Five Thunder Strike!</strong>"


    Lucas wasn''t idle. With another talisman, he summoned bolts of lightning from the sky to strike Dvalin. While the attack didn''t seriously injure her, it made her recoil in pain, giving the Blue-Eyes White Dragon an opening to unleash a searing beam of white light.


    But Dvalin, having experienced this attack before, twisted through the air in an elegant arc. With a flick of her enormous tail, she shed toward the White Dragon.


    Already at a disadvantage, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon struggled to evade.


    As Dvalin''s tail closed in, an arrow streaked through the air with a piercing whistle.


    The arrow, faster than the White Dragon''s beam of light, tore through the clouds surrounding the tower and struck Dvalin''s wing membrane, ripping through it.


    <strong>"ROAR!"</strong>


    Dvalin howled in pain, her bnce faltering.


    Lucas stood atop the tower, holding Amos'' Bow. A second arrow was already nocked, aimed straight at Dvalin''s heart.


    Ordinary arrows wouldn''t harm Dvalin, but Amos'' Bow was no ordinary weapon—it was a legendary artifact, its power sufficient to intimidate even gods.


    Yet, as Lucas looked into Dvalin''s anguished eyes, his fingers hesitated on the bowstring.


    It wasn''t just Venti''s earlier plea or the White Dragon''s silent request for mercy. In the simtion, Dvalin had been one of his Four Winds. He didn''t want to take her life.


    Wait!


    Lucas''s gaze sharpened as he noticed a faint, purple sharp spike on Dvalin''s nape, radiating ominous energy.


    The source of her corruption!


    Adjusting his aim, Lucas released the arrow. It flew true, striking the corrupted blood clots squarely.


    With a piercing scream, Dvalin thrashed against the corruption. Finally, the corrupted blood clots shattered into fragments, dissolving into the air. Freed from its grip, Dvalin was engulfed in a massive tornado.


    When the winds cleared, a girl with long green hair tumbled out, falling toward the ground.


    "Kisara!"


    Leaping onto the Blue-Eyes White Dragon''s back, Lucas caught the girl mid-fall, cradling her safely in his arms.


    The girl''s delicate features were striking, her snow-white skin faintly patterned with emerald scales. But her body was frail and weak.


    Slowly, she opened her eyes, gazing at Lucas with a mixture of surprise and relief. "Master... I knew... we would meet again."


    Wait... <strong>Master?!</strong>


    You''ve got the wrong person! Your master is the bard over there!


    Was this some kind of mix-up?


    Before Lucas could respond, the girl fainted in his arms, likely due to her injuries.


    Seriously, what''s with these dragons? Why are they all female? Have male dragons gone extinct?


    <strong>"BOOM!"</strong>


    A thunderous crash from the tower behind him drew Lucas''s attention. The ancient structure, weakened by battle and years of decay, now sported a massive crack. Its time was up.


    "Hey! Don''t leave me here!" Venti shouted, frantically waving from the tower. "I''m not on the dragon yet!"


    Suppressing augh, Lucas guided the Blue-Eyes White Dragon toward the crumbling tower. Thanks to his <strong>Ride Anything</strong> talent, controlling the dragon was as effortless as piloting a vehicle.


    "Grab my hand!"


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    Author''s Note: me WN forte Chapter..