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Daniel let out a bitter laugh. "I didn't plan to escape. We're not far from the capital, and you should know I'm Master Akalo's disciple. Why are you still chasing me?"
"What does being a disciple matter? I still intend to capture you. If we were in the imperial capital, I might not be able to do anything to you, but unfortunately, this is the wilderness. Just a mere Alchemist, and in a situation where no one knows, killing you would be easy. Who told your Companion Dragon Clan to be so beautiful? I want her, and what can you do about it?"
With that, he charged at Daniel. Daniel smiled bitterly, realizing that today wouldn't end well. Suddenly, he pulled out the weapon he had been preparing from behind him—a cylinder covered in various Magic Cores. He pressed the switch on the cylinder, and instantly, a colorful beam of light shot out.
The young man sensed the overwhelming energy and his expression changed drastically. He raised his sword in front of him, but with a loud bang, the beam struck him directly. He felt an immense force hit his hands, and unable to withstand it, he knelt down, desperately trying to hold on while hoping the beam would pass.
But it was useless. One second turned into two seconds; the beam seemed endless. Eventually, he could no longer hold on. The sword melted away, followed by his skin, muscles, internal organs, and bones—all turned into specks of light within the beam before disappearing completely without leaving a trace.
Daniel sighed in relief. He hadn't expected that his makeshift Magical Cannon would have such power, capable of killing this young man with peak first-level strength.
His Companion Dragon Clan, witnessing this scene, was terrified and turned to flee.
He truly hadn't anticipated that there could be such a powerful weapon in the world capable of killing someone without leaving any trace behind.
Daniel wanted to pursue but saw the dimming Magic Core on the Magical Cannon. He knew he had to wait for it to recharge before using it again. With his current strength, killing a dragon seemed unlikely; he could only watch as the Silver Dragon fled into the distance.
Catherine looked at him in astonishment. "Is this your secret weapon? A shaped Magical Cannon? How could you possibly succeed? This is a Magical Cannon!"
She couldn't help but be surprised; Magical Cannons had existed in this world for a long time but were all large-scale war machines weighing several tons or even hundreds of tons. Although they were immensely powerful, they were difficult to transport.
Many had tried to shape them but failed due to the numerous technologies involved—some of which remain unresolved to this day.
She never expected that Daniel had actually succeeded; she couldn't fathom what kind of world he came from.
Daniel didn't answer but urged her instead, "Quickly, let's go back."
The three of them were very happy that he returned so quickly, allowing him to focus on his studies in their studio.
Not long after, someone suddenly pushed open the studio door, and a Silver Dragon rushed in. He was battered and bruised, with one ear bandaged and limping painfully, looking utterly disheveled.
Upon seeing Daniel, he pointed at him and shouted, "It's him, that's right, Prince, he killed the young master."
As the voice rang out, an elderly man with a head full of white hair walked in. He was somewhat thin, with age spots on his face, appearing to have entered old age—a rare sight among the long-lived Dragon Rider Clan—but still exuded an imposing presence, demonstrating the authority of a higher status just by walking.
Daniel was slightly taken aback and asked in confusion, "I don't know you. Is there some misunderstanding between us?"
"Don't know me? Just two days ago, you killed my master."
Daniel then realized that this was the Silver Dragon who had escaped last time; he simply hadn't recognized him due to his pitiful state.
The old man shot Daniel a cold glance and gritted his teeth. "It's you! You really have some nerve to kill my son."
Daniel didn't know how to respond. How could he have anticipated that killing a pursuer would lead to this Prince's wrath? This was a Prince—someone not easily dealt with—at least an important member of the Imperial Royal Family.
If it were someone else, given his status, he might not take it seriously. But the son of a Prince was not something to be trifled with.
Especially this Prince; Daniel had seen his portrait. He was the younger brother of the Emperor and had lived for over 300 years, wielding immense power within the country. He had only two sons; the elder had been killed in an attack by the Dragon Resistance Army, leaving only one son behind.
Now that son had been killed by him as well—it was no wonder he was furious.
The Prince stared at him coldly for a while before waving his hand. Two guards stepped forward and bound Daniel's hands behind his back.
As they tied him up, Daniel felt the magical energy that had once surged within him vanish instantly, and even his physical strength seemed restrained, making him no stronger than an ordinary person.
Seeing the rope emitting a faint silver glow, he was greatly shocked; this was the Binding Magic Chains, specifically designed for powerful individuals.
As someone with extraordinary strength, he was not someone ordinary ropes could bind. Even iron chains forged from fine steel would be no stronger than paper in their hands.
The Binding Magic Chains were made from over a dozen materials, including magic gold and Mithril, and took the Alchemist Master several months to refine. Despite looking similar to an ordinary rope, they were incredibly sturdy and could change shape according to the user's physique.
If one attempted to use Transmutation or similar methods to enlarge their body to escape the Binding Magic Chains, it would be impossible. In fact, if one dared to enlarge their body, the Binding Magic Chains would not only remain unchanged but would constrict further, tightening around the wrists until they were as thin as a wooden stick, nearly breaking them.
Acarlo and his companions rushed over, their faces dark as they pointed at the Prince and shouted, "Prince Qiaoxiu, what do you mean by randomly grabbing my disciple?"
Prince Qiaoxiu showed no respect even upon seeing them. "What do you mean? Your good disciple killed my son, my favorite son, two days ago."
Acarlo's expression changed; he knew this was bad. Forcing a smile, he said, "Jorshul, there must be some misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding. This is his Companion Dragon Clan's doing. I will kill him today to vent my hatred."
"Impossible! He is my disciple and the one who will take my place in the future. I absolutely cannot allow you to kill him."
Unfortunately, Prince Qiaoxiu paid no heed and dragged Daniel away. Acarlo tried to stop him but was pushed aside directly, feeling helpless.
As an Alchemist Master, Acarlo usually commanded respect even from emperors. However, if he truly angered these people, what could he do? They could simply choose not to ask for his help in refining alchemical items.
With their capabilities, they could find anyone they needed; there was no need to rely on him—at most they would pay a price for it.
Acarlo stepped forward and grabbed Jorshul's arm. "Prince, my good Prince, if you want to take him away, I won’t oppose it. Can you let me speak with him for a moment?"
Prince Qiaoxiu glared at him for a moment before signaling his subordinates to release Daniel. "You have three minutes."
Acarlo repeatedly expressed his gratitude, grabbing Daniel with an anxious look on his face. "How could you kill his son? That's asking for death."
"I don't know! The last time I was at Beast Mountain Range, they wanted to kill me, so I ended up killing them. Who knew he was the Prince's son?"
"It's too late for that now. Try not to admit anything. I'll go see the Emperor and do my best to plead for you. We absolutely cannot let him kill you."
"Thank you, Master."
Daniel whispered his thanks but didn't feel confident. If it were any other situation, Acarlo could handle it easily. But now he had killed the Prince's son. Even if the Emperor was persuaded by Acarlo, the Prince would likely be ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to offend everyone to take revenge for his son.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Take the storage ring off my hand and bring it to the Emperor. I'm sure he will agree."
Acarlo hesitated but eventually took off the ring.
Before they could say more, Prince Qiaoxiu arrived, arrogantly dragging Daniel away.
In the cell, Daniel sat across from Catherine, who looked at him with distress. "What bad luck! I never expected to run into a jerk like you. I'm afraid I might die here today."
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Daniel was slightly taken aback and understood. If Catherine revealed her identity as a Holy Dragon, she wouldn't die; instead, she would be closely guarded by the Empire to extract more benefits from the Dragon Resistance Army and eliminate any dragons that came to rescue her.
But Catherine wouldn't do that. How could she face her kin? So she prepared to die as a Silver Dragon, resolutely refusing to reveal her true identity.
The death of a Holy Dragon would incite outrage among all dragons and lead them to fight against humanity.
"Don't worry; we won't die," Daniel said confidently.
"You have no reason to be so confident. Even if you can't defeat me openly, Prince will secretly kill you."
Daniel smiled mysteriously and did not respond.
Before long, Prince walked in alone. Upon seeing Daniel, a look of hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Today, I will kill you. Don't worry; before that, I will make you experience all the pain in the world. Even after death, I will keep your soul trapped in a skeleton for ten thousand years, so everyone can see the consequences of offending me."
With that, he lifted Daniel and secured him on the execution rack. The whip came down like rain, and soon Daniel was covered in blood.
Even so, Prince was not satisfied with the torment. He grabbed a handful of salt and fixed his gaze on Daniel, sprinkling it slowly onto his wounds. The hatred in his eyes was chilling.
In pain, Daniel gritted his teeth. At that moment, several people burst in from outside. The leader, an elderly man wearing a golden robe, saw Prince and shouted, "Jorshul, stop! You cannot kill him."
Jociel turned to look at him coldly and said, "Why not? Why shouldn't I kill him? He killed your nephew—my only son."
The newcomer turned out to be the emperor of the empire.
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