Chapter 177 The Crushing of 27 Digits!

Chapter 177 -27- The crush of the status!

Looking at the undead army that completely turned against them in an instant and the mysterious girl surrounded by the crowd, the expression of the black dragon Quixote changed completely.

Oh, no.

Perhaps he should not be called the black dragon.

The real black dragon is much more powerful than him.

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

His breath quickly became disordered, and the ferocious dragon body suddenly began to twitch and change. It seemed to want to degenerate into a human form for a while, and it seemed to want 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 and roared, his eyes red, and soon fell into madness again.

I saw the "black dragon" Quixote roaring, and the terrifying dragon power broke out again, which was stronger than before, but also more chaotic.

A few cracks appeared on his dragon body, and through the cracks, one could see the black and red flesh granulations that were constantly churning and disintegrating and then regrowing under the scales...

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

However, Charlotte's expression was very calm, and her eyes looking at the black dragon were full of pity.

As a vampire, she was not unfamiliar with the other party's current state.

She had a similar experience in this state.

That was when she had just become a vampire not long ago, because she had not drunk blood for a long time, her blood addiction broke out, and her blood ran wild that night...

However, unlike the monster in front of her, Charlotte did not completely lose herself at that time, and was able to recover from the blood runaway.

However...the vampire named Quixote in front of her was obviously completely lost in the power of the dragon.

After solving the Bolde Blood Demon Cult and obtaining more than 30 fragments of the Holy Scripture, Charlotte further completed the Holy Scripture of Blood and had a deeper understanding of the resonance of the five major bloodlines.

The Way of the Wild...

That is the Way of the Bloodline that resonates with all things. It can release nature, borrow and integrate the power of other creatures for its own use, and even transform into other creatures, with endless uses.

For example, Charlotte has obtained the ability of [Dark Night Bat] in the Way of the Wildline, which can transform into a bat.

The most important thing about this kind of bloodline resonance is to remember the self when using power and know clearly who you are.

Once lost, it will lead to power runaway.

The power of the blood clan is strong and dangerous.

Any blood clan is in danger of running away.

The strange power brings the blood clan powerful capital, but it is also a curse that circulates in the bloodline. The blood clan can only delay the outbreak of bloodline runaway by constantly drinking blood.

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

Take the Way of the Wildline as an example. Once the power runs away, at the least, it will go crazy and completely turn into the creature that you have transformed into, losing yourself; at the worst, because the power of the creature that you have transformed into is too strong and cannot be borne, it will explode and die in madness.

The power after running away is indeed strong.

But strength and collapse are often just a thought away.

Looking at the cracks that kept spreading on the "Black Dragon" and the buds that grew and collapsed under the cracks, Charlotte knew that even if she did nothing next, the vampire in front of her, who had completely lost himself and was stimulated by them, would self-destruct.

When his cognition was completely confused, Quixote had no future.

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

Feeling his increasingly powerful strength, his blood-red pupils flashed with unprecedented madness and pride. After a long roar, he rushed towards Charlotte again:

"Humble mortal, tremble in front of the great Black Dragon Quixote!"

"No matter who you are, Master Quixote will eat you!"

"Master (Master Charlotte)! Be careful!"

Sebastian and others changed their faces slightly.

But Charlotte remained calm.

She did not accept Sebastian's protection, but took another step and looked directly at the "Black Dragon" rushing towards her.

The crimson light flowed in Charlotte's eyes, and her eyes turned cold. A trace of vicissitudes, ancient, majestic and vast breath slowly rose from her body.

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

"Kneel down!"

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

The first to be affected was the weakest little werewolf Noah.

When the rebuke 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 when he was a child. The whole person trembled and knelt down almost subconsciously.

At that moment, even he himself did not reflect how he knelt down and why he knelt down.

When Ness saw Charlotte open her mouth, he felt something was wrong and vaguely guessed something.

However, because he had once knelt down in the manor, he was more or less mentally prepared and felt that he should be able to withstand this kind of power with some characteristics of the word spirit this time.

It smiled knowingly, prepared for the impact, and at the same time its eyes fell on Sebastian, ready to see how this guy would react to the sudden scolding.

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

It was mentally prepared, but Charlotte was no longer the Charlotte of the past...

When the voice came, it felt that this scolding was more terrifying than the previous one. The unquestionable command was the interweaving of laws, just like the power of gods.

"Fuck..."

Under the terrifying pressure, it subconsciously burst out a swear word learned from Charlotte, and watched its limbs crawl on the ground with a "thump", and even the cat's tail retracted automatically.

As for Sebastian...

Before the power with the power of the word spirit came over, at the moment when Charlotte's "kneel" sounded, he knelt down on one knee with a plop.

Kneeling elegantly, kneeling naturally, kneeling with peace of mind.

Nice was stunned.

"Plop", "Plop"...

The sound of scolding swept through the cave, and thousands of undead in the entire mining area knelt down like cutting wheat, prostrating themselves on the ground towards Charlotte, as if worshipping their king.

However, this was just the residual power of the "shouting" amplified by the echo effect of the cave.

The real center of the storm was the "black dragon" Quixote who rushed towards Charlotte.

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

The crazy eyes that were lost suddenly emerged with a burst of clarity, but the next moment, it was replaced by a kind of fear 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 reacted completely, he had returned to human form and... knelt down.

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

That was not because his body was taken away from him...

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

He was afraid, he was scared, at this moment, he could not think of any resistance to the other party!

The werewolf Lufu also knelt down.

He raised his head with difficulty, staring blankly at the only petite figure standing in the entire cave, and felt that this extremely powerful and strange power was gradually overlapping with some legends of the tribe...

Especially, when the "Black Dragon" blood clan, who had completely lost his mind and fell into a rampage, was suddenly awakened and knelt directly on the ground.

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

"The royal ceremony... This is the royal ceremony of the royal bloodline!"

"True Ancestor! Lord Charlotte... is actually a royal bloodline?!"

The expression of the werewolf Lufu was very wonderful.

Shocked, absurd, bewildered... but gradually had a feeling of so-so.

He suddenly looked at Sebastian, and happened to meet the eyes of the gracefully kneeling Fire Elf, and Sebastian smiled at him.

That smile seemed to say:

Look, the master is the same as us.

Werewolf Lufu was stunned, and then lowered his head again, kneeling down with a more respectful attitude.

This time, it was not ordered by the "Majesty Technique".

But it was out of his heart.

Although he still had too many doubts that were not answered, and although he didn't know why the extinct royal bloodline in the legend became the "Saint of the Holy Court", he believed that there must be another reason.

The sub-human tribe headed by the werewolf originated from the blood totem, believed in the blood ancestor, and was loyal to the royal bloodline...

This is enough.

However, in the center of the storm, the blood clan Quixote who had completely awakened knew that the truth was not that simple at all...

The power that woke him up at that moment was definitely not just the royal bloodline that had disappeared.

That power is magnificent, that power is ancient, that power is as mighty as the power of heaven...

That is an even more unimaginable power.

That... is a crushing of status!

At this moment, Quixote seemed to feel the cursed page in his hand trembling and cheering.

It seemed to be calling for something, it seemed to want to break free, it seemed to want to go back to somewhere...

Quixote raised his head blankly, and Charlotte's silver hair and red-gold pupils were reflected in his red eyes that had regained clarity.

That petite figure suddenly overlapped with some ancient legends he had heard from three generations of blood descendants...

"You...no...you are..."

He opened his eyes wide and spoke awkwardly, his expression was absurd and incredible, and he was extremely frightened.

However, he did not finish his words.

A light flashed in Charlotte's eyes, and Quixote's mind collapsed instantly, and his clear blood eyes soon became dull and confused again.

[Mind Control]

One of the well-known magics under the Blood Clan's Spiritual Control System, and also one of the innate magics brought by Charlotte from the fragments of the Holy Scripture snatched back from the Blood Demon Cult.

Because this magic is too overbearing, it is easy to get addicted if used too much, and it is easy to make people look down on everything as ants, be self-centered, and look down on everything. Therefore, although Charlotte has learned it, she tries not to use it on weekdays.

People need different voices around them.

The wise emperors in ancient times often fell into depravity as their rule prolonged. The biggest reason for this is that with the long-term rule, they have 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, tell me 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 shame in asking. Paralysis...