School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 142 --Unveiling the Puppeteer

The creature was howling at her, "Mommy, please don’t!"

The woman shivered, hastening her efforts to tear away the tendrils.

...

The red rain arrived swiftly and departed just as quickly, lasting barely fifteen minutes before the skies cleared.

If not for the withered ground, one might think nothing had happened at all.

By this time, night had also fallen.

"Do not touch anything that the red rain has drenched," the Red General instructed his subordinates.

"Follow me."

The potency of the red rain was akin to deadly poison, and even without the Red General’s warning, they would not have dared to come into contact with it.

The Red General moved with astonishing speed, darting into the cave; when his followers arrived, they only caught a glimpse of his cloak disappearing around a corner.

...

Eldrich opened his eyes, his complexion somewhat pale.

He had just forcibly entered the illusion, altering the course of its history, which had taken a considerable toll on him.

Lauder quickly stepped forward to support him, but Eldrich gently waved him off.

Once steady, he said, "I’ve rewritten the history of the Necropolis. This is going to cost the families dearly."

The Necropolis, also known as Soul Haven, is a unique place where souls reside.

Soul Haven is quite special; it functions as if someone had pre-programmed it, with the undead living there in an orderly manner.

However, some Soul Havens are extraordinary, inhabited by the living dead.

That is, the souls within live as if they were still alive, dwelling in Soul Haven as they once did in the living world.

But sustaining such a living Soul Haven requires an immense amount of energy, hence Eldrich’s remark.

A grandmaster spoke, "But rescuing the children, at the expense of some resources, is a trivial matter."

All the grandmasters nodded in agreement, fully endorsing the sentiment.

Eldrich exhaled softly and said, "What comes next is up to their fate."

Before he could finish his sentence, a streak of light darted in, accompanied by two other luminous trails.

As the light faded, Barlo appeared before them, followed by two grandmasters of the dragons.

Eldrich, not surprised, chuckled lightly, "Grandmaster Barlo, your actions are as swift and dynamic as ever."

"This concerns the safety of the dragons." Barlo, highly sensitive to anything related to the Dragon Slaying Pillar fragments, didn’t need any directions from the others.

He had already located a piece, crouched down, and stretched out his hand to gently touch the curved surface of the fragment, "I had to hurry, or the elders in my clan would scold me."

His words were light and humorous, but his gaze was icy, and even the words he spoke seemed laced with a chill wind.

The moment his fingers made contact with the surface of the Dragon Slaying Pillar, it reacted as if a venomous snake were coiled upon it, delivering a sharp bite to Barlo’s fingertips.

Barlo’s hand jerked back as if shocked by electricity, and he glanced at the gathered grandmasters, "It’s a fragment of the Dragon Slaying Pillar, used by someone with intent to set up a level 6 magic array."

Eldrich spoke softly, "Can you track the scent of the person behind this?"

Barlo smirked, "Easy. If I can’t track them, it likely means the person behind this is backed by a sage. Do you really want to see?"

The implication was clear: the grandmasters had not seen the puppeteer behind the scenes, thus, this matter didn’t involve them directly.

However, if the grandmaster of the human race were to identify the perpetrator, the cause and effect relationship would be established.

Extracting themselves and remaining uninvolved would then become exceedingly difficult.

Eldrich was the first to speak, "Grandmaster Barlo, please proceed without me. I need to step out for a rest; my spirit is still unstable."

The other grandmasters quickly followed suit, each conjuring various excuses with forced smiles.

This matter was murky waters none wished to wade into, especially considering that anyone daring to tamper with the Dragon Slaying Pillar was likely from an advanced race.

On the continent of Novalia, a significant portion of the advanced races bore grudges against dragons.

Now, with an advanced race individual noticing the emergence of a saint among dragons, rallying to quench their momentum using the Dragon Slaying Pillar was understandable.

No one desired a return to the era when dragons tyrannically ruled over Novalia.

Before long, only the three grandmasters of the dragons remained in the cavern.

Bilqis leaned over to inspect the fragment of the Dragon Slaying Pillar, "According to my memory, this one should be the number 3 fragment of the Dragon Slaying Pillar, precisely the one lost from the Dragon Slaying Field."

Barlo inquired, "What’s its function?"

"Soul absorption, spirit destruction, suppression," Bilqis explained.

"This piece indeed matches the nature of the level 6 magic array set up here. It seems the person who arranged this magic array possesses some skill."

Though they were not adept at setting up magic arrays themselves, they all knew about that.

With their centuries, if not millennia, of knowledge, they could discern some clues about certain level 6 magic arrays.

Nidaam, clutching a dragon scale sword, said coldly, "What are we waiting for? Let’s get started."

Barlo nodded gravely, "Time waits for no one. Let’s begin."

From nowhere, he produced a crystal container in his hand, shaped like a bowl but deeper.

He placed the crystal container in the air, where it remained floating.

Barlo scratched his fingertip with a nail, squeezing out a drop of slightly ice-blue blood that flowed into the crystal container.

The blood of dragons is known for its density; a single grandmaster’s drop could cover an entire swimming pool.

Yet, this drop of dragon blood only occupied one-third of the crystal container.

Nidaam’s sword glinted as he lightly broke the skin on his fingertip, releasing a drop of earthy-yellow blood into the container.

It was clear that Nidaam was a Yellow Dragon, the strongest physical shield among dragons.

Yet, curiously, he wielded a sword, an unusual choice for his kind.

His blood drop, too, claimed another third of the container’s space.

Without any hesitation, Bilqis added his blood to the mix.

His was a drop that twinkled with starlight, revealing him to be one of the rare Stardust Dragons within their ranks.

Such dragons are ideally suited to the role of wizard within their clan, capable of connecting with the heavens, their messages reaching directly to the God of Dragons.

The crystal container, now filled with three types of blood, appeared layered like a cake, remarkably pleasing to the eye.

Barlo then made a feinting gesture over the curved surface of the Dragon-Slaying Pillar.

This action was significant.

He drew out a wisp of white, void-like essence, which he quickly placed into a crystal container.

Everything in the world, once touched, leaves behind the essence of the one who touched it, and the Dragonkind are especially adept at tracking such essences.

Bilqis slowly placed his hand above the crystal container, his eyes shimmering with starlight as he murmured an ancient and complex incantation.

As the spell progressed, the dragon blood within the container began to ripple gently, pulsating as if alive.

This pulsation did not disrupt the layers; instead, they moved in a strangely synchronized rhythm.

Nidaam gripped the hilt of his dragon scale sword tightly, his expression solemn.

A faint yellow aura circled around him, the distinctive battle aura of a dragon warrior.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, remained fixed on the shifting dragon blood, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Barlo, with eyes closed and spirit focused, traced complex runes in the air with his hands.

Each rune shimmered with a mysterious glow.

Gradually, these runes orbited the dragon blood, forming a magic array.

Suddenly, the dragon blood erupted in dazzling light, illuminating the entire valley as if it were daylight.

The three grandmasters simultaneously felt a strong resonance, a call between the dragon blood and its kin bloodline.

The reason dragon blood is so potent is that once touched by it, even after a thousand years, the dragon blood leaves an indelible mark on whatever it has contacted.

The person behind the Dragon Slaying Pillar theft had a rich dragon essence, as fragrant as a spring garden.

Now, using the dragon blood to trace its origin was the best approach.

A vision appeared in the minds of the three grandmasters.

A dark cavern, clearly within the Heaven Summit, featured prominently.

A tall figure stood at the center of the cavern, his body enshrouded in mist, clearly concealed by the arcana of a powerful being.

Barlo squinted, trying to discern the face of the individual.

However, as the person turned around, his face remained obscured by fog, with only a vague sense that he was smiling.

Was this mockery?

The vision vanished in an instant, and the three grandmasters awoke from their shared consciousness.

Bilqis looked somewhat grim, "It seems futile; the person behind the scenes has taken precautions."

Nidaam, with a stern face, stated, "Such methods are only available to a few advanced races; our target range has now narrowed."

Barlo’s mind kept revisiting the image of that tall figure’s silhouette.

Something about it felt familiar.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he declared firmly, "It’s the angel race."

Bilqis looked intently at him, puzzled, "How did you discern it was..."

Before he could finish, Barlo interrupted, "Didn’t you see? There was a speck of light on his forehead, a hallmark of the angel race’s bloodline purity."

Bilqis’s expression turned odd; he truly hadn’t noticed.

He believed Barlo hadn’t seen it either.

The person behind the scenes had taken meticulous precautions, likely the work of a sage.

Nidaam, however, simply uttered, "Ah," with a sneer, "I knew it was those bastards from the angel race. Finally caught them. I’d like to personally ask them what exactly they intend to achieve with this act!"

Seeing the two belligerents, Bilqis’s eyelids twitched, realizing their intent, he could only mutter resignedly, "We’ll have to go and see for ourselves then."

Barlo sent a message to Eldrich, and the grandmasters of the human race gathered.

Eldrich smiled, "Found them?"

Barlo’s eyes brimmed with murderous intent, "Of course, we’re about to set off and settle the score with them."

The grandmasters were taken aback, sensing from Barlo’s demeanor that this confrontation would likely end in bloodshed.

"Please wait, there’s another matter I must beseech Grandmaster Barlo for."