MTL - Tome of Blood-Chapter 177 -27-personal crushing!

  Chapter 177-27-Personal crushing!

  Looking at the army of undead who turned their backs in an instant and the mysterious girl surrounded by everyone, the expression of the black dragon Quixote completely changed.

Oh no.

   Perhaps he should not be called a black dragon.

  The real black dragon is far stronger than him.

  Charlotte's voice seemed to carry some mysterious power, resounding in Quixote's mind like a bell.

  The breath on his body quickly became disordered, and the ferocious dragon body suddenly began to twitch and change. For a while, it seemed that it wanted to degenerate into a human form, and for a while, it seemed that it wanted to continue to maintain the posture of the dragon body.

   "No! I am the Black Dragon Quixote! I am the Black Dragon Quixote!"

  He roared, roared, his eyes were red, and soon fell into madness again.

  I saw "Black Dragon" Ji Kede screaming, and the terrifying Longwei broke out again, stronger 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 granulation buds under the scales that were constantly churning, disintegrating, and re-growing...

  Feeling the unprecedented powerful force, the expressions of Sebastian and others suddenly became serious.

  However, Charlotte's expression was very calm, and he looked at the black dragon with pity.

  As a blood race, she is no stranger to the other party's current state.

  In this state, she also had a similar experience.

   That was the night when I just became a blood race, because I haven't drank blood for a long time, the blood addiction broke out, and the blood went berserk that night...

   It's just that, unlike the monster in front of him, Charlotte at the time didn't completely lose herself, and was able to recover even from the blood runaway.

  However... the blood clan named Ji Kede in front of him has obviously been completely lost in the power of the dragon.

   Solved the problem of Boulder Gorefiend Cult and obtained more than 30 broken pages of the Holy Tome. Charlotte further completed the Holy Tome of Blood and gained a deeper understanding of the resonance of the five bloodlines.

  Ways of the Wild…

  That is the way of blood that resonates with all things. It can release nature, borrow and fuse the power of other creatures for its own use, and even become other creatures. It has infinite uses.

  For example, Charlotte has obtained the ability of [Dark Bat] in the Way of the Wild, and can turn into a bat.

  The key to this kind of blood resonance is to keep in mind the self when using power, and clearly know who you are.

  Once lost, it will lead to power runaway.

  The power of blood clan is powerful and dangerous.

  Any blood race is in danger of going berserk.

  The strange power brings powerful capital to the blood race, but it is also a curse that spreads in the blood. Only by drinking blood continuously can the blood race slow down the outbreak of blood runaway.

  But if there is a problem with the resonance of the blood, even drinking blood... will be useless.

Take the way of wildness as an example, once the power goes berserk, at least it will be crazy, and it will completely become the kind of creature that it has transformed, and lose itself; at worst, it will explode in madness because the strength of the creature that it has transformed is too strong to bear. and died.

  The power after the rampage is indeed strong.

  But strength and collapse are often only in one thought.

Looking at the ever-spreading cracks on the "Black Dragon" and the granulation growing and collapsing under the cracks, Charlotte knew that even if she didn't do anything next, the person in front of her who had completely lost herself and was stimulated by them Kindred also self-destruct.

  When the cognition is completely confused, Quixote has no future.

  However, "Black Dragon" Quixote didn't care about his gradually collapsing body at all.

  Feeling his growing power, its blood-colored pupils shone 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 faces of Sebastian and others changed slightly.

  But Charlotte still looked calm.

  She did not accept Sebastian's protection, but took another step, looking straight at the "black dragon" rushing towards her.

  Crimson rays of light flowed in Charlotte's eyes, and her gaze turned cold, and a trace of vicissitudes, ancient and majestic aura slowly rose from her body.

  Charlotte's lips moved slightly, and a clear and ethereal, but majestic scolding resounded in the cave:

   "Kneel down!"

  In an instant, an invisible strange wave spread out from Charlotte as the center, and quickly swept away all the existences on the field.

   The most powerful little werewolf Noah was the first to be affected.

  When the scolding that seemed to ring in the soul came, he only felt that he had returned to the time when he was scolded by his mother when he was 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.

  Nice felt uncomfortable when he saw Charlotte open his mouth, and vaguely guessed something.

  However, because of the experience of kneeling down in the manor once, it was more or less psychologically prepared, and felt that it should be able to withstand this kind of power with a little bit of spiritual characteristics this time.

  It showed a knowing smile, ready to meet the impact, and at the same time, its eyes fell on Sebas, ready to see how embarrassed this guy would be when he was caught off guard.

  But when the scolding sounded completely, Nice realized that he was still too young.

  It is psychologically prepared, but Charlotte is not the original Charlotte...

   When the voice came, it only felt that the scolding this time was more terrifying than the previous one. The unquestionable order was the interweaving of laws, just like the power of a god.

   "Damn it..."

  Under the pressure of terror, it subconsciously uttered the swear words it learned from Charlotte, and watched as it crawled on the ground with a "plop" on its limbs, and even the cat's tail retracted by itself.

   As for Sebastian…

  Before the power with the prestige of words came over, the moment Charlotte said "kneeling" sounded, he just knelt down on one knee with a plop.

  Kneeling gracefully, kneeling naturally, and kneeling with peace of mind.

  Nice looked dumbfounded.

   "Plop", "Puff"...

   The scolding sound swept across the cave, and thousands of undead in the entire mining area knelt down like harvesting wheat, and prostrated themselves on the ground toward Charlotte, as if worshiping their own king.

  However, this is just the aftermath of "rebuking" amplified by the echo effect of the cave.

  The real center of the storm is the "Black Dragon" Quixote rushing towards Charlotte.

  The moment the scolding sound came, he only felt a deafening thunder in his mind, instantly tearing apart the entire stormy spiritual world...

  The lost and crazy eyes suddenly became clear for a while, but the next moment, it was replaced by a kind of panic and fear that seemed to come from the soul.

   On his body, the ferocious dragon body collapsed in an instant, the black scales fell off one after another, and the huge body shrank rapidly.

   And when he fully reacted, he had already returned to his human form, and... knelt down.

  He tried to stand up, but found that he could not control his legs at all.

  That's not because the body has been taken over...

   Quixote could feel his legs trembling, his body trembling, his soul trembling...

  He was afraid, he was afraid, at this moment, he couldn't 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 only petite figure standing in the entire cave, only feeling that this extremely powerful and strange power faintly coincided with a certain legend of the tribe...

  Especially, when the "Black Dragon" vampire who had completely lost his mind and fell into a runaway state was suddenly woken up, and then directly knelt down on the ground.

  Luff widened his eyes, looked at Charlotte suddenly, and murmured in disbelief:

   "The king's authority instrument... This is the king's authority instrument of the blood of the king!"

   "The True Ancestor is here! Lord Charlotte... is actually a descendant of the royal blood?!"

  The expression of the werewolf Luf is wonderful.

  Shocking, absurd, bewildered...but gradually there is a feeling of the original.

  He suddenly looked at Sebas, just in time to meet the eyes of this elegantly kneeling flame elf, and Sebas smiled slightly at him.

   That smile seems to say:

  Look, the master is already on the same path as us.

  The werewolf Luf was startled, then lowered his head again, and knelt down in a more respectful gesture.

   This time, it was not ordered by the "Prestige Art".

   But out of the heart.

  Although he still has too many doubts that have not been answered, although he does not know why the legendary extinct blood of the royal family became the "Holy Maiden of the Royal Court", but he believes that there must be another reason.

  The sub-human tribe headed by werewolves originated from the blood totem, believed in the true ancestor of blood, and loyal to the royal blood...

  This is enough.

  However, at the center of the storm, the blood clan Ji Kede, who has completely awakened, knows that the truth is not that simple at all...

  The power that awakened him in that instant was not just the blood of the king who had disappeared.

   That power is vast, that power is vicissitudes of life, that power is as vast as the might of heaven...

   That is even more unimaginable power.

  That... belongs to the crushing of personality!

   At this moment, Quixote seemed to feel the pages of the cursed book in his hands trembling and cheering.

  It seems to be calling for something, it seems to want to break free, it seems to want to go back to where...

   Quixote raised his head in a daze, Charlotte's long silver hair and red-gold pupils were reflected in his clear red eyes.

  That petite figure gradually coincided with some ancient legends he heard from three generations of blood descendants in an instant...

   "You...no...you are..."

  His eyes widened, and he spoke shyly, with an expression of absurdity and inconceivability, as well as great fear.

  However, he didn't finish his sentence.

  Charlotte's eyes flashed with brilliance, and Ji Kede's mind collapsed instantly, and his clear blood eyes were soon stained with dullness and bewilderment.

  【Thought Domination】

   One of the well-known magics under the Department of Dominion of the Blood Spirit, and one of the innate magics brought by Charlotte from the broken pages of the holy scriptures that she snatched back from the Gorefiend Order.

  Because this magic is too domineering, it is easy to become addicted if used too much, and it is easy to lead people to the path of treating everything as an ant, dominating me, and being supercilious, so although Charlotte has learned it, she should try her best not to use it on weekdays.

  People need different sounds around them.

  The wise emperors in ancient times tended to degenerate as they ruled for a long time. The biggest reason was that with the long-term rule, they had centralized power to an incredible degree.

  They have unparalleled prestige, and no one dares to oppose them, so they gradually get lost and depraved in the supreme power and the adulation of everyone, and finally live the most hated appearance when they were young.

  Thought dominates in the same way.

  This innate magic has been used a lot, and Charlotte is worried that she will also get lost.

   Not only that, this magic will also have a certain impact on the mind of the subject, and in severe cases, it will leave sequelae, directly causing the subject to become dementia.

  So, under normal circumstances, Charlotte will not use it.

  However, at this moment, she still used it when facing Quixote.

  No matter what the other party thinks of her as an existence, for the sake of safety, she doesn't allow the other party to say what she didn't finish.

   And she has no need to show mercy to an evil vampire who turns thousands of innocent miners into living corpses.

  Charlotte came to Quixote and looked down at him.

  Obviously she is shorter, but at this moment in front of Ji Kede who is prostrate on the ground, she is like the master who holds the power of life and death.

   "Tell me about your origin, and tell me your purpose in the Castel silver mine."

  Charlotte looked at each other, red eyes flickered, and asked coldly.

  He raised his head slowly, and said in a respectful voice:

   "Great master, I am Ji Kede Black Vadrat, from the Kingdom of Kolia."

   "I was ordered to supervise the mining of Mithril in the Castel Silver Mine, protect our Mithril mining, and be responsible for sending out the mined Mithril in time..."

   "Wa...Vadrat?!"

   Sebas, who was kneeling respectfully, twitched his eyes, lost his composure, and almost jumped up.

  Charlotte gave him an odd look.

  Vadállat (vadállat), among the six blood clans, controls the wild heritage.

  The pure white witch who once hunted and killed Sebastian half of the continent is the heir of the vampire Vadrat clan.

   "Are you the blood of the Vadrat clan? Who is the person behind you? Is it the Vadrat clan?"

   Charlotte asked again.

   Only this time, Quixote did not answer, but trembled slightly.

  He was struggling, his eyes were in a trance, and his spiritual world began to become unstable.

  Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.

  She is no stranger to this state, and this is a sign that her question has touched some contract involving the soul signed by the other party.

   "Who's behind you?"

  Charlotte asked again, the light in her eyes flashed, increasing the output of power.

   Quixote trembled even more.

  I saw him struggling, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he was trembling like an epilepsy, and said intermittently:

   "Nai...Nais..."

   "The person behind me...is Néz...!"

   Huh... finally started to string together the foreshadowing of several blood clans_(:з"∠)_

   There are so few monthly tickets, I really want to lick my face and ask for a monthly ticket, but after thinking about my debts, I don’t seem to have the face to ask again. paralyzed...

  (end of this chapter)