Seeing the undead army that completely defected in an instant and the mysterious girl surrounded by everyone, the expression of the black dragon Quixote changed completely.
Oh no.
Maybe he shouldn't be called the Black Dragon.
The real black dragon is far more powerful than him.
Charlotte's voice seemed to carry some mysterious power, ringing in Quixote's mind like a bell.
The aura on his body quickly became chaotic, and the ferocious dragon body suddenly began to twitch and change. At one moment it seemed to want to degenerate into a human form, and at the next it seemed to want to continue to maintain the posture of the dragon body.
"No! I am Quixote the Black Dragon! I am Quixote the Black Dragon!"
He roared and roared, his eyes red, and soon fell into madness again.
I saw "Black Dragon" Ji Kede roaring, and the terrifying dragon power erupted again, more powerful than before, but also more chaotic.
A trace of cracks appeared on his dragon body, and through the cracks, one could see the black-red flesh sprouts under the scales that were constantly churning, disintegrating and regenerating...
Feeling the unprecedented power, Sebastian and the others' expressions suddenly became serious.
However, Charlotte's expression was very calm, and her eyes towards the black dragon were full of pity.
As a vampire, she is no stranger to the other party's current state.
She had a similar experience in this state.
That was the night when I just became a vampire, because I hadn’t drank blood for a long time, my blood addiction broke out, and my bloodline went crazy...
However, unlike the monster in front of her, Charlotte did not completely lose herself at that time and was able to recover even from the bloodline rampage.
However... the vampire named Jicord in front of him has obviously been completely lost in the power of the dragon.
After solving the Boulder Blood Demon Cult and obtaining more than 30 fragments of the holy book, Charlotte further completed the blood holy book and gained a deeper understanding of the resonance of the five major bloodlines.
The way of the wild…
It is the way of blood that resonates with all things. It can release the nature, borrow the power of integrating other creatures for one's own use, and even transform into other creatures, with endless wonderful uses.
For example, Charlotte has acquired the ability of [Night Bat] in the Wild Way and can transform into a bat.
The most important thing about this kind of blood resonance is to keep oneself in mind when using power and clearly know who one is.
Once lost, it will cause the power to go berserk.
The power of the vampires is powerful and dangerous.
Any vampire is in danger of going berserk.
The strange power gives the Vampires powerful capital, but it is also a curse that spreads in the bloodline. Only by constantly drinking blood can the Vampires delay the outbreak of bloodline rampage.
But if there is a problem with the blood resonance, even drinking blood... will be useless.
Take the way of the wild as an example. Once the power goes crazy, at least it will go crazy, completely turning into the kind of creature it has changed, and losing oneself; at worst, because the power of the creature it has changed is too strong, it cannot bear it, and then the body will explode in madness. And died.
The power after going berserk is indeed powerful.
But strength and collapse are often just a matter of thoughts.
Looking at the cracks that were spreading on the body of the "Black Dragon" and the flesh sprouts that grew and collapsed under the cracks, Charlotte knew that even if she didn't do anything, the person in front of her who had completely lost herself and was stimulated by them The vampires will also destroy themselves.
The moment his cognition was completely confused, Quixote had no future.
However, "Black Dragon" Quixote didn't care at all about his gradually collapsing body.
Feeling its increasingly powerful power, its blood-colored pupils flashed with unprecedented madness and pride. After a long roar, it rushed towards Charlotte again:
"Humble mortals, tremble before the great black dragon Quixote!"
"No matter who you are, Lord Quixote will eat you!"
"Master (Lord Charlotte)! Be careful!"
The expressions of Sebastian and others changed slightly.
But Charlotte still looked calm.
She did not accept Sebastian's protection, but took another step and looked directly at the "black dragon" rushing towards her.
Crimson light flowed in Charlotte's eyes, and her vision turned cold, and a trace of ancient, majestic and vast aura slowly rose up in her body.
Charlotte's lips moved slightly, and a clear, ethereal, but majestic scolding resounded throughout the cave:
"Kneel down!"
In an instant, an invisible and strange wave spread with Charlotte as the center, quickly sweeping away all the beings on the field.
The first to be affected was Noah, the weakest little werewolf.
When the scolding that seemed to ring in his soul came, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was scolded by his mother as a child. His whole body trembled, and he knelt down almost subconsciously.
At that moment, even he himself didn't realize how and why he knelt down.
Ness felt something bad when he saw Charlotte opening her mouth, and vaguely guessed something.
However, because it had the experience of kneeling down in the manor, it was somewhat mentally prepared and felt that it should be able to withstand this kind of power with some characteristics of the spirit spirit this time.
It showed a knowing smile, preparing for the impact. At the same time, its eyes fell on Sebastian, preparing to see how this guy would react in embarrassment when he was caught off guard and scolded.
But when the scolding started, Nice realized that he was still too young.
It is mentally prepared, but Charlotte is no longer the same Charlotte...
When the voice came, it felt that this time the scolding was more terrifying than the previous one. Under the unquestionable command was the intertwining of laws, just like the power of gods.
"Fuck..."
Under the pressure of terror, it subconsciously uttered the curse word it learned from Charlotte, and watched helplessly as its limbs "popped" and fell to the ground, and even the cat's tail shrank on its own.
As for Sebastian...
Before the power with the power of words and spirits came over, the moment Charlotte's "kneel down" words "kneel down" sounded, he knelt down on one knee with a pop.
Kneel gracefully, kneel naturally, and kneel with peace of mind.
Nice was stunned.
"Plop", "Plop"...
The sound of scolding swept through the cave, and the thousands of undead in the entire mining area knelt down like wheat, prostrate on the ground towards Charlotte, as if worshiping their own king.
However, this was just the residual power of the "scold" amplified by the echo effect of the cave.
The real center of the storm is the "Black Dragon" Quixote who is rushing towards Charlotte.
The moment the scolding came, he felt a deafening thunder in his mind, tearing apart the entire stormy spiritual world in an instant...
A burst of clarity suddenly appeared in the lost and crazy eyes, but the next moment, they were replaced by a kind of panic and fear that seemed to come from the soul.
On his body, the ferocious dragon body collapsed instantly, the black scales fell off one after another, and the huge body quickly shrank.
And when he finally came to his senses, he had returned to his human form and... knelt down.
He tried to stand up, but found that he had no control over his legs.
That's not because control of the body has been taken away...
Quixote could feel his legs trembling, his body trembling, his soul trembling...
He is afraid, he is afraid, at this moment, he cannot have any thoughts of resistance to the other party!
The werewolf Luf also knelt down.
He raised his head with difficulty and stared blankly at the petite figure standing alone in the entire cave. He felt that this extremely powerful and strange power gradually coincided with some legend of the tribe...
Especially when the "Black Dragon" vampire who had completely lost his mind and went berserk was suddenly woken up by drinking, and then knelt down and worshiped on the ground.
Lu Fu's eyes widened, he suddenly looked at Charlotte, and murmured in disbelief:
"The royal rites...this is the royal rites of the royal bloodline!"
"My true ancestor! Lady Charlotte...is actually a blood descendant of the royal power?!"
The expression of werewolf Luf is very wonderful.
Shocking, ridiculous, confused...but gradually I felt like it was like this.
He suddenly looked at Sebas, just in time to meet the eyes of the gracefully kneeling fire elf, and Sebas smiled slightly at him.
That smile seemed to say:
Look, the master is on the same road as us.
The werewolf Lu Fu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head again and knelt down in a more respectful manner.
This time, it was not under the order of "prestige".
But out of the heart.
Although he still has too many questions that have not been answered, and although he does not know why the legendary extinct royal blood descendant became the "Saint of the Holy Royal Court", he believes that there must be another reason for this.
The demi-human tribe headed by werewolves originated from the blood totem, believed in the true ancestor of blood, and was loyal to the blood descendants of the royal power...
This is enough.
However, at the center of the storm, the vampire Quixote, who had completely woken up, knew that the truth was not that simple at all...
The power that woke him up at that moment was definitely not just the blood descendant of the royal power that had disappeared.
That power is majestic and vast, that power is everlasting, that power is as vast as the power of heaven...
That is an even more unimaginable power.
That... is a personal crushing!
At this moment, Quixote seemed to feel the cursed page in his hand shaking and cheering.
It seems to be calling for something, it seems to want to break away, it seems to want to return somewhere...
Quixote raised his head blankly, and Charlotte's silver long hair and red-gold pupils were reflected in his regained clarity of red eyes.
That petite figure suddenly overlapped with some ancient legends he had heard from three generations of blood descendants...
"You...no...you are..."
His eyes widened and he spoke solemnly, his expression filled with absurdity and incredulity, as well as great fear.
However, his words were not finished yet.
Light flashed in Charlotte's eyes, and Quixote's mind instantly collapsed, and his clear blood eyes soon became dull and confused.
【Thought control】
One of the well-known magics under the control system of the Vampire Spiritual Way, it is also one of the innate magics brought by the fragmentary pages of the holy book that Charlotte snatched back from the Blood Demon Order.
Because this magic is too overbearing, it can become addictive if used too much, and it can easily lead people to regard all things as ants, to be self-centered, and to be arrogant. Therefore, although Charlotte has learned it, she tries not to use it as much as possible on weekdays.
People need different voices around them.
The wise emperors in ancient times tended to fall as their rule lengthened. The biggest reason was that with their long rule, they had centralized power to an incredible degree.
Their prestige was unparalleled, and no one dared to oppose them. They gradually lost and degraded in the supreme power and the adulation of everyone, and finally lived the way they hated most when they were young.
Thoughts govern the same way.
If she uses this innate magic too much, Charlotte is worried that she will get lost.
Not only that, this magic will also have a certain impact on the subject's mind. In severe cases, it will leave sequelae, directly causing the subject to become dementia.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, Charlotte will not use it.
However, at this moment, she still used it when facing Quixote.
No matter what kind of existence the other party regarded her as, for the sake of safety, she did not allow the other party to say what she had not finished.
Moreover, she has no need to show mercy to an evil vampire who turned thousands of innocent miners into living corpses.
Charlotte came to Quixote and looked at him condescendingly.
She was obviously shorter, but at this moment in front of Quixote who was lying on the ground, she was like a master with the power of life and death.
"Tell me your origins and your purpose in the Castel silver mines."
Charlotte looked at the other party, her eyes flashing red, and asked coldly.
He slowly raised his head and said in a respectful voice:
"Great Master, I am Jechod Black Valdrat, from the Kingdom of Coria."
"I was assigned to supervise the mining of mithril mines in the Castel Silver Mine, protect our mithril mining, and be responsible for sending the mined mithril out in time..."
"Va...Vadrat?!"
Sebas, who was kneeling respectfully, suddenly lost his composure and almost jumped up when his eyes twitched.
Charlotte gave him a strange look.
Vadállat is the clan that controls the wild inheritance among the six clans of the Vampire clan.
The pure white witch who once hunted down Sebas for half of the continent is the heir to the vampire Valdrat clan.
"Are you a member of the Valdrat clan? Who is the person behind you? Is it the Valdrat clan?"
Charlotte asked again.
Only this time, Quixote did not answer, but trembled slightly.
He was struggling, his eyes were dazed, and his mental world began to become unstable.
Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.
She was not unfamiliar with this state. It was a sign that her question had touched some soul-related contract signed by the other party.
"Who is the person behind you?"
Charlotte asked again, radiance flashed in her eyes and she increased her power output.
Quixote shivered more violently.
I saw him struggling, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he was shaking like an epilepsy while saying intermittently:
"Nai...Nais..."
"The person behind me...is Néz...!"
Huh... I finally started to connect the foreshadowings of several vampire clans_(:з」∠)_
There are so few monthly tickets. I really want to lick my face and beg for monthly tickets, but after thinking about my debt, I seem to have no face to ask. Paralysis...
(End of chapter)
