Chapter 00055: The Holy Light Shines Down
# The Holy Light Shines Down
Chapter 55
Novel: AFK Game: Portal to Another World
Chapter 55: The Holy Light Shines Down
Seeing the White Dragon, which had been swaggering and showing off its might on the screen, get sent flying by a single flick of his finger to slam into the mountain wall, Li Chengxi pulled his hand out of the screen.
He rubbed off the snowflakes and ice shards that clung to his hand, then reached up to take off his gloves.
This time, he had fully learned his lesson from the experience of accidentally interfering directly with his fingers.
To prevent his fingers from getting scratched again, he had dug out the gloves he used to wear when riding his bicycle to school.
And they worked quite well, he had to admit.
Not only did they prevent scratches, but they were also cold-resistant.
His fingers didn't feel cold at all.
"In the end, I still had to intervene..."
Looking at the large chunk of Faith Points that had just disappeared, Li Chengxi felt a bit reluctant.
He had bestowed the Blessing art on ten of his most devout Royal Guards, which had only cost 200 Faith Points in total.
But that single flick on the noggin just now had cost him over three hundred.
The Faith Points he had worked so hard to accumulate to nearly a thousand were now back down to less than five hundred.
There was no helping it.
He had originally planned to let Viola and her people resolve it on their own, and things had been going smoothly, but who would have thought a White Dragon would suddenly pop out.
The left side of the screen displayed the White Dragon's ability panel.
Its HP bar was almost completely empty, but its level was written as 'LV:45'.
It could fly and had an exceedingly high level.
He felt that if he didn't intervene, Viola's army would surely suffer heavy losses; complete annihilation wasn't out of the question.
Spending a few more Faith Points was just the way it had to be.
At least it was less than directly intervening to wipe out the Winter Wolf Pack, and the Divine Arts he bestowed weren't single-use either.
From that perspective, this expenditure of Faith Points was still somewhat cost-effective.
He stuffed the gloves back into the drawer under his computer desk.
At that moment, a long line of dialogue boxes appeared on the screen.
Most were soldiers shouting things like 'Long live the Lord Demon God,' occasionally interspersed with some 'Damn!' and 'Fuck!'.
"......"
Indeed, Li Chengxi himself felt like saying "what the fuck" right now.
Moreover, the Winter Wolves on the screen were slowly retreating.
Without the threat of the White Dragon, they wouldn't just casually head south.
This monster crisis was more or less resolved at this point.
Just as he was about to see where the White Dragon he'd flicked away had gone, the computer screen suddenly went black with a snap.
Not just the computer, but the lights and air conditioner had also stopped working.
"What the fuck! The power had to go out at a time like this! Don't do this to me!"
For the best viewing experience, Li Chengxi had used his desktop computer this time.
It seemed that no matter how miraculous this game was, it still needed electricity to run.
Li Chengxi quickly looked out the window and saw that there were still lights on in the residential complex not far away.
It seemed like it was just his apartment that had lost power.
But when he looked at the breaker box outside his bedroom, none of the switches seemed to have tripped.
This was beyond Li Chengxi's ability to handle.
He quickly sent a text message to the property management, hoping they had an electrician on duty at night.
Otherwise, spending a night without air conditioning during the hottest days of summer would be unbearable.
His laptop had power, but perhaps because the screen was too old, it remained very dim no matter how he adjusted the brightness, making it uncomfortable to look at.
Li Chengxi had no choice but to rummage through his drawers for an emergency light.
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For Li Chengxi, it was just a little *biu*, a flick on the head.
But for the people on the scene, the sound was earth-shattering.
Many soldiers were blown to the ground by the terrifying sound wave and air current.
And that White Dragon was now, one could say, embedded into the smooth surface of the mountain wall, leaving a distinct, dragon-shaped crater.
The White Dragon knew it was extremely weak now.
Not only did its internal organs ache as if they were about to shatter, but every bone in its body was crying out in agony.
The dizziness from blood loss and pain sent it into a daze, and it was as if its past life was flashing before its eyes.
When the White Dragon was born, it had ten brothers and sisters.
However, dragons were not qualified parents.
They would leave just as the eggs were about to hatch, leaving the hatchlings to fend for themselves.
In the common knowledge of dragons, only those who could survive were worthy of being called dragons, so they paid no mind to their offspring.
The White Dragon learned to hunt with its siblings, surviving on small animals and insects around their nest, and passed a relatively safe early childhood.
By this point, twenty years had passed since it broke out of its shell, and the White Dragon and its siblings had all grown to the size of small calves.
But now, the food around the nest was no longer enough to satisfy their growing appetites, and they had no choice but to venture farther away to hunt, facing greater dangers.
By the time the White Dragon had grown a bit larger and its wings had appeared, though it still couldn't fly, only three of the ten hatchlings were still returning to the nest.
Although dragons were the most powerful creatures in the mortal world, they were not born that strong, nor were they invincible.
The feral beasts in the forest, other monsters, and hunters who pursued young dragons were all threats to them.
As time went on, the White Dragon returned to the nest less and less frequently, and the opportunities to see its siblings also dwindled, until finally, it stopped returning altogether.
As for what happened to its last remaining siblings, it didn't care, nor did it have the time to care.
After all, just trying to stay alive was already difficult enough.
This period carved a huge, indelible shadow in the White Dragon's heart.
It had only one belief.
I must live, and live better!
Finally, with the help of caution and luck, the White Dragon grew up, entering its young adult stage.
A dragon at this stage could relax a lot, as it had basically no natural enemies.
Its wings became powerful enough for flight, and its breath grew more deadly, unstoppable by any.
But the sense of crisis from its youth never faded from the White Dragon's heart.
So it came to this Snow Region, a place even other dragons were unwilling to come to.
Here, the White Dragon decided to live a good, long life.
The revolving lantern of memories flashed continuously in its mind, but it had to be said that a dragon's constitution was truly powerful.
The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, landed on the White Dragon's eyelids, startling it awake.
Then it saw them.
The soldiers it had just called insignificant mortals were gathering together, surrounding it.
Viola, with Reina and Zola, stepped forward.
She raised the longsword in her hand.
"The Lord Demon God has protected us once again, and we will not let him down."
Viola gently wiped the spine of her sword, and blazing flames instantly wrapped around the blade.
"This is Crimson Fang, a fiery magic sword."
She aimed the blade at a uniquely shaped scale on the White Dragon's belly.
Although this was the first time she had seen it in person, Viola knew that behind that scale was the dragon's heart, the only weak point on this powerful creature's body.
"No... wait!"
The White Dragon wanted to struggle, but the warnings coming from all over its body rendered it immobile.
Its throat could no longer produce sound normally; it could only construct its voice through magic to plead.
"I will retreat! I will never come south again!"
"A dragon's promise cannot be trusted."
Dragons were the embodiment of power, and also the embodiment of greed.
They had little credibility.
Among dragons, this White Dragon was considered one of the less intelligent ones, but in this life-or-death crisis, it seemed to have a moment of cleverness.
It quickly said:
"You mentioned the Demon God just now? Is that a deity? I am willing to swear fealty to a deity!"
This time, Viola stopped her movements:
"You were defeated by the Lord. I should indeed ask for the Lord's opinion."
Immediately, Viola turned and shouted towards the sky:
"My Lord! Do you intend to spare it!"
The only response Viola received was the echo of her own voice in the mountain valley and the whistling of the wind.
There was only silence.
After waiting for nearly ten seconds, Viola raised her sword again.
"It seems the Lord has already decided your fate."
The White Dragon closed its eyes.
It was unwilling.
It still wanted to live.
"Wait, Your Highness, please wait a moment."
Zola stopped Viola, who was about to stab the reverse scale, and pointed to the sky, saying:
"Look at the sky!"
In the pitch-black sky shrouded by dark clouds, a beam of light fell from above the cloud layer.
It pierced through the thick, dark clouds like a sharp sword, causing them to swirl like a vortex and leaving a neat, circular opening.
The soldiers all knelt down to pray, believing it to be a miracle from the Demon God.
That beam of light shone down, perfectly and precisely, right onto the White Dragon.
Seeing this, Viola extinguished the magic sword in her hand.
"The Lord has made his judgment. From this day forward, you shall serve as the Lord's servant."
And on the other side of the screen, Li Chengxi, watching the soldiers kneeling in prayer and the conversation between Viola and the White Dragon, woodenly turned off the emergency light in his hand.
He suddenly felt that he had created another incredible misunderstanding...
