My name is Akatosh,
Since she is the eldest vampire, then...
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 28th, 20:54——
Soul Cairn, Wilderness.
Arthur knew very well that this special realm of annihilation, the "Soul Cairn," had no owner, but it had a ghost dragon similar to the Evil Butler, Duneville.
Entering this realm of annihilation itself as its enemy, it did not appear.
Hearn is also here as the Summoner, and it still hasn't popped up.
It wasn't until Zella "purified" a "soul shell" that the tattered ghost dragon rushed in from nowhere, without saying a word, it was met by a corrupt dragon's breath with poisonous mist.
Naturally, it was impossible for the few people and dogs present to be sprayed, but even if the dragon's breath was sprayed away, the poisonous mist was still real. Within its range, the dark skeletons underground crawled out one by one.
Duneville turned around in the distance and fired another row of poisonous mist dragon breath at the people who were cleaning up the skeletons without stopping, but this time it was not so lucky.
Anyone present can easily kill a group of skeletons, and it is not difficult to get rid of their entanglement. So when the ghost dragon dives and breathes, Emil directly breaks away from the battle group and jumps several times to the nearby skeletons. The roof of the ruins, and then suddenly took action as it passed by, using only an ebony dagger to cut almost everything in half.
Rumble—touch!
The ghost dragon suddenly lost speed in the middle of its dive and fell directly to the ground, plowing a deep and wide trench before hitting a huge black stone farther away.
"...not effective against spirits." Emil fell back to the ground and stared at the ebony dagger in her hand.
How can she be "better" if she can make a powerful enemy lose their fighting power with just one move?
At the huge black stone, although the ghost dragon was dizzy and unable to move, the horrific wounds on its body were healing quickly. However, before it could actually move, it should still be able to make one move. Arthur stared closely at the ghost dragon and raised his head. He took out the golden sword from his back.
The only question is, is this guy a resurrected undead or an annihilated aborigine—a demon?
"[Oath ~ and the Sword of Victory]!"
The ghost dragon that had just propped itself up was about to take off when it was directly washed away by the blazing white light of destruction. However, it was neither "transcended" like the undead nor "exiled" like the demons. Covered in black smoke, he lay down again.
Black smoke? Arthur looked over carefully. Although the ghost dragon looked like it was burning and smoking, Arthur knew very well that his attack did not contain any fire elements at all, so those things should be...
The reaction of those "black smoke" completely confirmed Arthur's guess. They originally pretended to rise like ordinary black smoke for a while, but then they seemed to find Zera who was struggling with the "soul shell" and immediately turned to the counter. direction to escape.
So when I couldn't do anything about this dragon before, I just needed to find a Holy Spirit priest who could target souls? Arthur felt slightly defeated.
As for Zela, who is afraid of those "black smoke", she is busy dealing with the "soul shells" that are constantly growing around her. Basically, every time a dark skeleton is destroyed around her, the ground around her will grow. There were three or four white egg-roll-like "plants", and those skeletons showed no sign of getting up again.
"Damn, damn, what is going on?" The chief mage of Winterfort was kicking away those "soul shells" with his feet in annoyance, but this did not stop new ones from growing out: "I order You stop growing—don’t laugh!”
Cough, I didn't laugh. Arthur turned his head and continued to stare at Duneville, smoothing the corners of his raised mouth. She obviously had the strength to compete with all kinds of powerful enemies and even demons, but she couldn't do anything about some small plants. She looked a little frustrated. The appearance makes everyone who sees it feel [joyful].
Hmm... Arthur shuddered, as if he had accidentally thought of some scary words just now.
"You are so useless," Babas, the instigator, said, "Things like the soul shell cannot be solved with attacks unless they are eaten."
"Isn't it your fault? You can't control your eating habits." Zella stopped the meaningless behavior of kicking the can, and the "soul shells" opened up at her feet one after another, eventually forming a small flower garden.
"I'm so stupid, really, I just need to let them grow and then walk out, right?" Zella walked out of the flower garden, then shook her head repeatedly.
"It's not easy to think of this kind of thing," Arthur said: "It's like meat and bones are constantly falling around me. My first reaction is not to collect them for Babas to eat, but to block them directly. open."
"That's too much, woof!" Babas expressed dissatisfaction.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your pleasant chat, but the dragon is alive again." Parathos interjected.
Duneville suffered two big losses in a row and finally became a little more awake. Although the eyes he looked at Zella and her "flower garden" were still full of hatred and madness, at least he calmed down and could communicate.
"[Arthur - Hearn -]" Duneville rose into the air and roared angrily: "[You dare to invade my world, then prepare to face death!]"
In Arthur's field of vision, "black smoke" kept coming out of the ghost dragon, and when it appeared, it ran backwards as if he had seen something terrible.
There is no doubt that this is the reason why Dunevir can be infinitely resurrected in the Soul Cairn. The appearance he uses to appear is a weird "soul shell". As long as the location of the real soul cannot be found, it can be defeated. He, he will also easily reinvent himself before too long.
Zella's "purification" move was tantamount to draining the firepower, so this guy came and launched an attack while he was still unconscious. He only started to think of countermeasures after he found that he had kicked an iron plate.
"Then come here -" Arthur challenged Duneville, and at the same time put the golden two-handed sword back behind his back: "I won't fight you with weapons!" - But transforming into a dragon is even more powerful.
Duneville looked as if he was choked, but the words had already been spoken, so he could only bite the bullet and swoop over: "[Die! Duwakein!]"
Haha, although I don’t know what ability Zera accidentally triggered, it is very suitable now. Arthur stopped Emil’s plan to help, took a step forward, roared out, and the whole person suddenly turned into a giant red dragon.
Originally, his hand-to-hand combat ability was about the same as that of Duneville, and almost all of the several one-on-one battles in the main world ended in draws. But now Duneville is constantly losing strength without knowing it. It can be said that it is the best A one-hit kill chance.
In Arthur's eyes, as Duneville accelerated his dive, the black smoke dissipated from his body also accelerated. By the time he rushed in front of him, his size had been inexplicably two or three times smaller than before. He was surprised before he could Before, Arthur slapped the ghost dragon to the ground with a heavy claw.
Well, it feels really good to swat a giant dragon like a fly.
——21:42——
Soul Cairn, Vauquijar Castle.
After making such a big noise, Miss Serana, whom Arthur had "met" before, arrived belatedly. Without any sense of surprise, she greeted Arthur in the form of a dragon very familiarly, and then took everyone with her. Let's go to the castle together. Its direction is consistent with Arthur's previous judgment, and the opposite direction that Hacon pointed randomly.
"You stupid girl, how could you let Her Royal Highness eat this!" The vampire lady who habitually brought out a large plate of soul shells was, as expected, taught a lesson by Lady Bellerica.
"Your Highness, please don't get me wrong. We have some channels to contact the main world to ensure that the ingredients are fresh and edible for humans." The lady seemed to be very fond of Princess Emilia and took the initiative to chat with her, regardless of the matter. Emil just listened quietly most of the time.
"...I'm not picky about food."
"Oh, you are such a good boy~"
On the other side, Serana and Zella were also chatting happily.
"Miss Serana, you seem to have no weapons. I have a beautiful spiral gun here called [Gangnir]. I wonder if you are interested?"
"Dancing with swords and guns is too rough for me. As a lady, I prefer to drink black tea quietly in the castle. It would be great if there is a maid who is good at making tea or a housekeeper who can fight."
"She should be good at making tea, but do you have any objections to the redness of her skin?" Zella transformed a magical image of a Red Guard maid on her hand.
"Well……"
I don’t know who the lady who pulled me away with the lasso was. Also, Zella, why did you try to trick Satya... Arthur tried to roll his eyes, but found that this action was difficult to do with dragon eyes. Slightly higher.
Arthur was unable to attend the banquet for the time being because he had to suppress Duneville, who had been silenced by magic. Before the servants of the castle prepared the confinement device to trap the dragon, he had to maintain the dragon form and exert force to suppress the claws. This ghost dragon is much thinner but still very powerful.
As for the two prisoners, Hearn was sent to the ward to recuperate, while Hakon was holding a glass of wine and staring at the fireplace in the banquet hall in a daze. According to him and Serana, they should be a family, but the two ladies After giving him hospitality like a guest, they all deliberately ignored his presence. Several times Hakon wanted to go over and talk to him, but he always stood up a few steps and came back to sit down again.
Hakon had originally said that neither his wife nor his daughter were vampires, but looking at the dull yellow light in the eyes of the mother and daughter, one could tell how much they had sacrificed in order to be able to wait until he changed his mind or one day be defeated by adventurers and return here. What.
Tsk, apologize and then say that you are willing to spend the rest of your life making it up to them. Is it that difficult?
