From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 618 True Ancestor
Late at night, a carriage was driving slowly through the wilderness.

There are not many dragon carts in the Qinlong Kingdom, at least not to the level that merchants and people can use them at will. The relevant large-scale breeding technology is firmly controlled by several major overlords, and there is huge profit behind it.

In the carriage, the red-eyed girl wearing a gorgeous dress had a calm expression. From the creation settings, she had not yet manifested her true body, and she had the image of a wealthy lady.

"Sebas, are you going to say it again? Or as a dragon, you are going to fight me directly with this hypocritical appearance."

"Sorry, I'm just worried about your blood frenzy."

The old gentleman sighed and replied. Recently, a group of thieves had targeted the members of the maid corps who were operating with him in the royal capital. Considering the matter of secretly collecting intelligence, it was not convenient for him to take action, so Lord Ainz sent out a group of robbers who looked relatively harmless to humans and animals. of Shalltear.

There was some disagreement between the two sides on how to deal with the thieves group. The True Ancestor of the Vampire was an extremely powerful profession, but on the other hand, it also had some flaws.

One of them is the blood frenzy state. In short, the more creatures you kill, the crazier the True Ancestor's mental state becomes.

Shalltear was silent at first, then seemed to have made up her mind and answered:
"Generally speaking, as long as they have been sucked by me, they will become slaves who will obey orders absolutely. This will make things much easier. Lord Ainz has warned of the dangers involved. Anyway, there is no need to capture them alive. I will definitely be able to suppress the blood flow." The madness.”

"Please forgive me for my frivolous thinking." Sebastian apologized. He was actually more curious about why this ability was not used by the nobles of the kingdom, including Demiurge's demonic power, which also had similar effects. But in the final analysis, An Your Majesty's thoughts are not something you can guess by yourself. As a servant, you just need to follow your orders conscientiously.

"Lady Shalltear, what a good shot."

He has a slender figure, with obvious muscle marks under the worn clothes. His hair looks like it has been trimmed casually, and is so fluffy that it is almost sloppy. His stubble grows on his chin like mold, but his eyes are sharp and he walks quickly and calmly.

They pushed forward until a blue-haired man stood in front of them.

If the underground water source is sufficient, the rock mass is hard and filled with magic matrix, and the internal layout is standardized, then it can indeed be used as an easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack nest.

The two vampires applauded, as if their master had accomplished some great feat.

The few remaining thieves fled, and Shalltear followed them slowly, yawning.

Suddenly the carriage stopped, and there was a flurry of conversation outside.

"She's as cute as an ant."

He cut off the leader of the thief's arm with a single stroke and summoned two vampires to slaughter the bastard in front of him.

Ten minutes later, the thieves arrived at a cave.

When Shalltear got out of the car, her exquisite appearance immediately silenced the thieves, followed by a foul smell that they could actually smell, and they all gave her dirty looks, which made the girl very interested.

She walked in without any scruples, and when she met the sentry, she kicked him in the head.

The equipment on the strong men is not excellent, but it is not too bad either. They basically have low-level magic items. They are all well-known villains in Yestije. They are talking about how to deal with the spoils, looking relaxed and leisurely. , similar activities have been done countless times, and the experience is very rich.

When Shalltear arrived, she found that a large-scale stronghold had been excavated inside.

But it's still not worth her going to war.

A dozen strong men emerged from the nearby forest. They were the group of thieves who "lured" their prey.

The strongest member of the thieves group - Brian.

He was originally just an ordinary farmer. He was born with an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship. He traveled across the battlefield and never suffered any serious injuries other than scratches. Since he held the sword, he has only lost to one person, and that is the kingdom's apparently strongest warrior captain.

Two bottles of precious potion were drank into the throat. The low-level arm strength enhancement and low-level agility enhancement were effective. At the same time, the magic props on the body were turned on. After the weapons were enchanted, the vision was also enhanced. Exhaling a breath of hot air, Brian was ready to swing his sword at the powerful enemy.

"What's your name?"

Shalltear held the corner of her skirt and leaned forward gracefully. She found the swordsman's solemn look very interesting, so she decided to respond seriously.

"Shalltear Bradfallen, please allow me to enjoy it alone."

"How arrogant."

Looking at the opponent's movements full of flaws, Brian sneered. He slowly lowered his heart and concentrated all his consciousness on one point. The moment he reached the limit, his consciousness began to expand outward, reaching the point where he could clearly perceive the surrounding sounds, air, and... In the realm of feeling, this move is exactly his original martial art - field.

Even in the face of a rain of arrows, he was confident that he could distinguish the arrows shot at him and cut off the arrows the size of wheat grains.

In addition, once a weapon hits the vital part of a creature, it can kill him. So as long as he pursues the technique of hitting the vital part, he can achieve the ultimate goal, so Brian learned the second unique martial skill-blink.

The constant practice of blinking caused the hand holding the sword to grow a cocoon specially designed for this move, and the hilt of the sword was also worn until it became the shape of the hand. The result of such constant pursuit of the limit was the birth of a new martial art - God. flash.

Combining two martial arts, the absolute sure-hit field and the lightning speed of the sword unleash a sword that is unavoidable and kills with one strike.

The target of this slashing move is the enemy's vital point.

It's called the secret sword - Tiger Luo Flute.

It is named after the sound of blood splattering when it cuts the enemy's neck in two.

Shalltear took the initiative to enter the field.

"I will accept your head."

Brian's eyes were solemn as he swung his sword to strike out a flash of light, but the next scene made his eyes widen.

The girl's smooth fingers grasped the sharp blade.

"How can it be!?"

"Cosest has a few good swords there, but if the wielders are so different, people won't be able to be wary at all."

Brian began to tremble all over. His efforts had been completely negated. The mental blow made him feel that the hilt of the sword was so hot.

Driven by instinct, he dropped his weapon and ran.

"Want to play hide-and-seek? I can't refuse."

Shalltear deliberately let the other party run for a while, and then decisively entered to reveal her true body. Her body began to sink, as if she had turned into a reptile, her neck lengthened, her silver hair revealed the texture of a steel needle, and she let out an unpleasant sharp laugh. In the middle, several split tongues like octopus tentacles poked out of the mouth.

"Ah ah ah, you guys run quickly!"

The true ancestor form of the lamprey disappeared in place, and a crushing killing was quickly staged in the cave. Regardless of speed or strength, the 100-level strongest was absolutely superior to this group of ordinary thieves who were not even heroic.

(End of this chapter)