Chapter 520 The Beast is Out of the Cage
Nirvana Water City Slave District Prison.
C Prison.
8:00 PM.
C Prison became even colder and quieter under the cover of night, and activity within the prison seemed to decline with the onset of darkness.
The naga soldiers began their usual night patrol.
These soldiers wore heavy black armor, covered in dark green scales that shimmered with a subtle luster, matching their body color. They wore custom-made helmets, adorned on either side with shark fins, a symbol of the Water City's majesty. In their hands, they clutched tridents made of a special alloy, their sharp edges gleaming coldly even in the dim light.
The soldiers' eyes were cold and alert as they silently surveyed every corner, ensuring that everything in the prison was under their control.
However, in a secluded corner of Block C Prison, the Bubble Dragons, supposedly asleep at night, suddenly opened their deep sea-green eyes. A faint yet resolute light flickered in the darkness, as if conveying some unspoken message of understanding.
At the same time, Green Ox, also imprisoned there, slowly opened his eyes. His gaze pierced the darkness, connecting with the gazes of every Bubble Dragon in the void. Without words, a deep understanding and resonance resonated between them.
In the dim space, Green Ox slowly rose from the ground. Though his movements were restrained by heavy shackles, he still exuded an unstoppable strength.
"Time's up."
These words seemed a signal, heralding the eruption of long-suppressed power.
Evan Rowell and thirty other 'growing' Bubble Dragons were shackled with special Water City shackles. These shackles emitted a faint glow, suppressing the EVE particle fluctuations within them.
However, for, Green Ox these shackles could not completely restrain him.
His positive distortion—the powerful physical enhancement brought about by [Birth Attribute] and [Persistent Hoof Disease]—endowed him with extraordinary strength and endurance.
More importantly, he also possessed a [Frenzy] attribute, an imported gift from the Orcs, which was enough to allow him to shatter the prison gate before him.
Until this moment, Green Ox had never used this power, not because he couldn't, but because he knew it was impossible to escape this heavily fortified prison on his own.
He needed companions, the Bubble Dragons imprisoned with him.
During this time, he had been cultivating a deep connection with Bubble Dragon, allowing these oppressed lives to become a source of strength for him through resonance and understanding.
Now, the time had come to resist.
"Whoosh!"
As Green Ox took a deep breath of the icy prison air, the primal rage and fighting spirit within him began to awaken, as if an unstoppable force were boiling within him.
As Green Ox entered berserker mode, his already formidable body underwent a staggering transformation. His muscles swelled, each one charged with explosive force. His figure grew even larger and more terrifying after the frenzy.
Green Ox's eyes gleamed with a fanatical and determined light, and he exuded a terrifying aura.
"Roar—"
Crack—
He roared, his voice filled with feral energy and defiance. Then, with his powerful arms, he ripped the shackles from his body apart. The shackles, meticulously crafted by finest workmanship of Water City, crumbled like fragile paper beneath his incredible strength.
Then, Green Ox concentrated his strength into his fists, a symbol of all his rage and power. He twisted his entire body, unleashing this force through his fists, and slammed them into the iron gate.
Bang———————
With a resounding "bang," the iron gate flew back under the force, seemingly shaking the very air.
Amidst the smoke and debris, Green Ox emerged from the cell like a wild animal freed from its bonds. His form was a striking sight in the night, and the heat emanating from his ears and nose testified to the immense power he had just wielded.
He stood at the doorway of the wrecked cell, the iron gate he had just destroyed behind him, the path to freedom before him.
He stepped forward, heading towards the other areas where Bubble Dragon was being held.
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Beep, beep—
As the shrill alarms echoed through the slave-area prison in Nirvana Water City, the entire prison was instantly enveloped in an atmosphere of tension and chaos. Like the brightest beacon in the night, the sirens illuminated the shadows of every corner within the prison, heralding the impending outbreak of an unprecedented riot.
"What's going on!?" The patrolmen's voices echoed through the prison corridors, their weapons gleaming coldly in the dim light, their expressions grim.
"It's C9011. Where is that human being held?"
The message from the communicator heightened the already tense atmosphere. It was clear that Green Ox's escape had drawn the intense attention of the prison brass.
"Oh no! A lot of Bubble Dragons in Area C are rioting too."
The other patrolman's report was like a bombshell, exacerbating the already chaotic situation.
The Bubble Dragons' riot was undoubtedly instigated by Green Ox.
"Assemble the troops and begin suppressing the riot."
The order from the prison command center was cold and decisive. The patrols sprang into action, converging towards Area C, ready to quell this sudden riot as quickly as possible.
Elsewhere, Green Ox, in berserker mode, freed the imprisoned Bubble Dragons, one by one, from their heavy shackles. These Bubble Dragons, their main bodies azure blue, their bright silver bellies gleaming faintly in the dim prison, their deep sea-green eyes filled with a longing for freedom.
While escaping the prison, they encountered the fifteen-man Iron Fin Guard.
Without further ado, the battle erupted immediately.
The Bubble Dragons opened their mouths and unleashed icy rays. The icy force surging from the depths of their throats was like a north wind in winter, biting and cold.
The Ironfin Guards responded with their Ice Blade spells, filling the air with a cold edge and a chilling confrontation.
In this chaotic battle, Green Ox displayed unparalleled bravery. Like an enraged beast, he charged into the Ironfin Guard's ranks, crushing the necks of two naga soldiers with lightning speed, ending their resistance.
Then, he swiftly snatched the trident from their hands and hurled it with all his might at the enemy ahead, sending another foe falling with a single hurling.
The battle was swiftly over.
The scene within the prison was chilling. Stagnant figures lay everywhere, and the air was thick with the unbearable smell of blood. Several naga lay on the ground, their abdomens pierced with horrifying hollows, as if the light of life had been completely drained away, sending a chill down one's spine.
Their eyes had lost their former luster, leaving only emptiness and despair.
The blood-stained Green Ox exhaled, casually discarding the last naga corpse in his grasp.
Then, he couldn't help but glance back at the Bubble Dragons that had followed him. These beastmasters, once capable of only blowing bubbles, had been forced to adapt and evolve after experiencing the relentless oppression and harsh environment of Water City, developing magical abilities to defend themselves.
This transformation was crucial to their survival, and the reason they were considered special by Water City and imprisoned in Area C Prison.
Under the cold logic of Nirvana Water City, any beastmaster who dared to resist would typically face brutal punishment—either outright execution or temporary detention as a warning.
However, these Bubble Dragons, possessing offensive thaumaturgic abilities, were spared for a more direct purpose.
The rulers of Water City hoped to control their reproduction, passing on the genes for these offensive abilities to the next generation, thereby cultivating a new generation of Beast Tamers possessing both immense power and complete obedience to the Naga clan.
Thus, they were spared the stigma of finance and the [Forbidden Laws], fearing that this would affect the Bubble Dragons' genetics.
The nascent supernatural system of "Beast Taming," driven by the triangular trade, had inevitably entered a stage of violent primitive accumulation.
From its inception and early development, the Beast Taming system was directly separated from supernatural resources (Beast Tamers) by the [Financial Street] and [World Tree] through unfair and direct violence. This created a class of "Beast Tamers" possessing supernatural resources, and a class of financial Beast Tamers who lived solely on the sale of supernatural productivity.
Beastmasters and financial beastmasters have an irreconcilable conflict.
The beastmasters are the creators of the magic, but the beastmasters enslave them through the [Financial Street] and restrict them through the strict [Forbidden Laws] created by the [World Tree], depriving them of their transcendental data.
This nascent transcendental system, under the deliberate influence of an infinite evil, is developing in an even more terrifying direction.
Evan Rowell didn't understand the twists and turns mentioned above. He only knew that if the nascent [Financial Beastmastering] continued on this path, it would inevitably be classified as abnormal in the future. He also felt that this sustainable, unscrupulous development path posed enormous risks.
Beastmasters, this shouldn't be the case.
"Bubble—"
A soft cry echoed through the air, the voice of a leading Bubble Dragon. This Bubble Dragon bore visible scars, the marks of beatings inflicted during its captivity.
As if sensing Green Ox's heavy emotions, this Bubble Dragon gently approached him, lowered its head, and licked Green Ox's cheek with its tongue, as if comforting him in its own way, expressing its silent support and trust.
"Dirty—"
With a hint of a smile, Green Ox gently patted Bubble Dragon's head, his palm gently caressing the scarred wounds.
Green Ox spoke to Bubble Dragon with an unusually firm tone:
"I will take you back to the Administration... I will explain the situation to that Heavenly Lord. They are 'supermen' blessed with great power. They don't need you as slaves. I will try to convince that Lord to free you... even if it's only for some of you."
"Bubble—"
Bubble Dragon rubbed Rowell's hand meekly.
"Let's go."
Green Ox patted Bubble Dragon's head, and then his eyes quickly turned serious and calm. He was well aware of the difficulties and dangers of the escape that lay ahead.
With an unusually heavy tone, Green Ox addressed Bubble Dragon and his companions:
"I've estimated that if the Ironfin Guard deploys multiple hundred-man regiments, we might not be able to escape without suffering casualties."
When Green Ox paused and looked around at the thirty Bubble Dragons, he was surprised to find that these creatures, once imprisoned and experiencing suffering, showed no fear at all.
The burden on Green Ox's heart seemed to lighten. He said nothing more, simply took a deep breath, turned, and began to lead the large force rapidly towards the prison exit.
In this land, sacrifice seemed to have become an accepted part of life.
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Green Ox and his thirty Bubble Dragons defeated several fifteen-man Ironfin Guard regiments along the way. Strangely, he didn't even encounter a single hundred-man Ironfin Guard regiment.
They hadn't encountered the dreaded Centurion Ironfin Guards, a fact that secretly relieved Green Ox. This allowed them to reach the prison's exit even faster.
Finally, as they emerged from the prison and onto the vast expanse of land at the border, three moons hung high in the night sky, their bright moonlight casting a chilling light across the earth, bringing a touch of cool brightness to this dark world.
The moment Green Ox stepped out of the building, his pupils constricted. Stretched before them lay a massive Centurion Ironfin Guards unit. The pool of blood beneath their feet shimmered strangely in the moonlight, like a tragic yet beautiful painting.
Under the bright moonlight, the once-ferocious Centurion Ironfin Guards lay sprawled on the cold, hard ground, like puppets with their strings cut.
Every detail in the scene silently spoke of the fierce battle that had just taken place, and the corpses of the Ironfin Guards further illuminated the brutality of the conflict.
Their remains seemed to have been torn apart by some force, leaving them incomplete, as if they had encountered a monster of extraordinary power. One could only wonder what kind of being could possess such immense strength.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the air, intensified by the night breeze. Even the Bubble Dragons, who had been following Green Ox, felt an unprecedented fear. They instinctively retreated, their eyes filled with wariness and unease.
This scene, under the moonlight, was filled with an eerie sense of oppression.
Green Ox stood above the silent battlefield, his gaze tracing the fallen figures. Beyond shock, he felt a surge of alarm.
Dong, dong, dong—
The earth shook, and beneath the moonlight, a massive killing machine slowly appeared before him.