Looking at the Undead Army that completely turned against them in an instant and the mysterious girl surrounded by the crowd, Black Dragon Quixote's expression changed completely.
Oh no.
Maybe he shouldn't be called the Black Dragon.
The real black dragon is much more powerful than him.
Charlotte's voice seemed to carry some mysterious power, ringing in Don Quixote's mind like a bell.
The aura on his body quickly became disordered, and the ferocious dragon body suddenly began to twitch and change. Sometimes it seemed to want to degenerate into a human form, and sometimes it seemed to want to continue to maintain the posture of a dragon.
"No! I am the Black Dragon Quixote! I am the Black Dragon Quixote!"
He roared and howled, his eyes were red, and soon he fell into madness again.
The "Black Dragon" Quixote let out a dragon roar, and the terrifying dragon might erupted again, even more powerful than before, but also more chaotic.
Tiny cracks appeared on his dragon body, and through the cracks one could see the black and red flesh granulations that kept breaking down and growing again 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 were full of pity when she looked at the black dragon.
As a vampire, she was not unfamiliar with the other party's current condition.
She had a similar experience in this situation.
That was when I had just become a vampire, and because I hadn't drunk blood for a long time, my blood addiction broke out, and that night my blood ran wild...
However, unlike the monster in front of her, Charlotte at that time did not completely lose herself and was able to recover from the blood rampage.
However... the vampire in front of him named Quixote had obviously been completely lost in the power of the dragon.
After defeating the Bold Blood Demon Cult and obtaining more than thirty fragments of the Holy Code, Charlotte further completed the Holy Code of Blood and gained a deeper understanding of the resonance of the five major bloodlines.
The Way of the Wild...
That is the way of blood 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. It has endless uses.
For example, Charlotte gained the ability of the Night Bat in the Way of the Wild and was able to transform into a bat.
The most important thing about this blood resonance is to keep your true self in mind when using power and to know clearly who you are.
Once lost, the power will run wild.
The power of the vampires is strong, but also dangerous.
Any vampire is in danger of going berserk.
The strange power brings powerful capital to the vampires, but it is also a curse that runs in their blood. The vampires can only delay the outbreak of blood rampage by constantly drinking blood.
But if there is a problem with the blood resonance, even drinking blood... will be useless.
Taking the Way of the Wild as an example, once the power runs wild, at best the person will go insane and completely turn into the creature he has transformed into, losing himself; at worst the power of the creature he has transformed into is too strong for him to bear, and he will explode and die in madness.
The power after going berserk is indeed strong.
But strength and collapse are often just a matter of thought.
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, this vampire who had completely lost himself and was provoked by them would also self-destruct.
The moment his cognition became completely confused, Quixote had no future.
However, "Black Dragon" Quixote didn't care about his gradually collapsing body at all.
Feeling its increasingly powerful strength, its blood-red eyes flashed with unprecedented madness and pride. After a long roar, it pounced on Charlotte again:
"Humble mortals, tremble before the great black dragon Quixote!"
"No matter who you are, Master Quixote will eat you!"
"Master (Lord Charlotte)! Be careful!"
Sebastian and the others' expressions changed slightly.
But Charlotte remained calm.
She did not accept Sebastian's protection, but took another step forward and looked directly at the "black dragon" rushing towards her.
A crimson light circulated in Charlotte's eyes, and her gaze turned cold. A trace of vicissitudes, ancient, majestic and vast aura slowly rose from her body.
Charlotte's lips moved slightly, and a clear, ethereal, yet majestic rebuke resounded throughout the cave:
“Kneel down!”
In an instant, an invisible strange wave spread out with Charlotte as the center, quickly sweeping across all beings on the field.
The first one to be affected was the weakest werewolf Noah.
When the scolding that seemed to echo in his soul came, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was a child and was scolded by his mother. His whole body trembled and he knelt down almost subconsciously.
At that moment, even he himself did not realize how and why he knelt down.
Nice felt something was wrong when he saw Charlotte open her mouth, and he vaguely guessed something.
However, because it had once experienced kneeling down in the manor, it was somewhat mentally prepared and felt that it should be able to withstand this 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 finally came, Nice realized that he was still too young.
It was mentally prepared, but Charlotte is no longer the same Charlotte...
When the voice came, it felt that this scolding was even more terrifying than the last time. The unquestionable command was an interweaving of laws, just like the power of a god.
"Fuck..."
Under the terrifying pressure, it subconsciously uttered the curse word it had learned from Charlotte, and watched its limbs fall to the ground with a "thump", and even the cat's tail retracted on its own.
As for Sebastian...
Before the power of the spirit of words came over, the moment Charlotte said the word "kneel", he knelt down on one knee with a plop.
Kneel gracefully, kneel naturally, and kneel with a clear conscience.
Nice was stunned.
“Plop”, “Plop”…
The scolding sound swept through the cave, and thousands of undead in the entire mining area knelt down like wheat being cut, and prostrated themselves on the ground towards Charlotte, as if they were worshipping their 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 rushing towards Charlotte.
The moment the scolding came, he felt a deafening thunder in his mind, instantly tearing apart his entire stormy spiritual world...
The lost and crazy eyes suddenly showed a sense of clarity, but the next moment, it was replaced by a kind of fear and terror that seemed to come from the soul.
The ferocious dragon body on his body collapsed in an instant, the black scales fell off one after another, and the huge body shrank rapidly.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already returned to his human form and... knelt down.
He tried to stand up, but found that he had no control over his legs.
It's not because the body has been taken away from me...
Don Quixote could feel his legs trembling, his body trembling, his soul trembling...
He was afraid, he was scared, at that moment, he couldn't think of resisting the other party!
Werewolf Luf also knelt down.
He raised his head with difficulty, staring blankly at the only petite figure standing in the entire cave. He felt that this extremely powerful and strange force was gradually overlapping with some legend of the tribe...
Especially when the "Black Dragon" vampire who had completely lost his mind and went berserk was suddenly awakened by the drink and fell to his knees on the ground.
Lu Fu's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked at Charlotte, muttering in disbelief:
“The royal ceremony… This is the royal ceremony of the royal bloodline!”
“True Ancestor! Lady Charlotte… is actually a descendant of the royal bloodline?!”
The expression of the werewolf Luv is very interesting.
Shocked, absurd, bewildered... but gradually I had a sense that this was how it was.
He suddenly looked towards Sebastian, and happened to meet the eyes of the gracefully kneeling Fire Elf, who smiled at him.
That smile seemed to say:
Look, the master is the same kind of person as us.
The werewolf Luf was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head again and knelt down with a more respectful attitude.
This time, it was not ordered by the "Majesty Technique".
But it comes from the heart.
Although he still had too many questions that had not been answered, and although he did not know why the descendant of the royal power that was said to have become extinct became the "Holy Maiden of the Holy Royal Court", he believed that there must be another reason.
The subhuman tribe headed by the werewolf originated from the blood totem, believed in the true ancestor of blood, and was loyal to the royal bloodline...
This is enough.
However, in the center of the storm, the fully awakened vampire Quixote knew that the truth was not that simple...
The power that awakened him at that moment was definitely not just the royal bloodline that had disappeared.
That power is magnificent and vast, that power is eternal, that power is as mighty as the power of heaven...
That is an even more unimaginable power.
That... is a crushing victory in terms of status!
At this moment, Quixote seemed to feel the cursed pages 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 somewhere...
Quixote raised his head blankly, and Charlotte's long silver hair and red-gold eyes were reflected in his red eyes that had regained their clarity.
That petite figure instantly overlapped with some ancient legends he had heard from three generations of bloodline...
"You... no... you are..."
He opened his eyes wide and spoke awkwardly, his expression filled with absurdity, disbelief, and great fear.
However, he didn't finish his words.
There was a flash of light in Charlotte's eyes, and Don Quixote's mind collapsed instantly. His clear blood-red eyes soon became dull and bewildered.
Thought control
It is one of the famous magics under the blood clan's spiritual control system, and it is also one of the innate magics that Charlotte brought back from the fragments of the holy book from the Blood Demon Cult.
Because this magic is too overbearing and can easily lead to addiction if used too much, it can easily lead people to look down on everything and become arrogant and look down on everything else. So even though Charlotte has learned it, she tries not to use it on a daily basis if possible.
People need different voices around them.
The wise emperors in ancient times often became corrupt as their reign prolonged. The biggest reason for this was that after a long period of rule, they had centralized power to an incredible degree.
They have unparalleled prestige and no one dares to oppose them, so they gradually lose themselves and degenerate in the supreme power and the flattery of the public, and eventually become the person they hated the most when they were young.
Thoughts govern the same thing.
If Charlotte used this innate magic too much, she was worried that she would get lost.
Not only that, this magic will also have a certain impact on the recipient's mind. In serious cases, it will leave sequelae and directly cause the recipient to become demented.
So, normally, Charlotte wouldn't use it.
However, at this moment, she still used it against Quixote.
No matter what the other party thought of her, for safety reasons, she would not allow the other party to finish what he was saying.
Moreover, she did not need to show mercy to an evil vampire who turned thousands of innocent miners into zombies.
Charlotte came up to Quixote and looked down at him.
Although she was shorter, at this moment, in front of Don Quixote who was crawling on the ground, she seemed like the master who held the power of life and death.
"Tell me your origins, tell me your purpose in the Castel Silver Mine."
Charlotte looked at the other person, red light flashing in her eyes, and asked coldly.
He slowly raised his head and said respectfully:
"Great Master, I am Quixote Black Vadrat, from the Kingdom of Kolia."
"I was ordered to supervise the mining of mithril in the Castel Silver Mine District, protect our mithril mining, and be responsible for delivering the mined mithril in a timely manner..."
"Va...Vadrat?!"
Sebastian, who was kneeling respectfully, suddenly felt his eyes twitch and he lost his composure and almost jumped up.
Charlotte gave him an odd look.
Vadállat is one of the six major clans of the vampire clan that controls the inheritance of wildness.
The pure white witch who once hunted Sebastian across half the continent was the heir to the vampire clan, the Vadrat clan.
"Are you a member of the Vadrat clan? Who is behind you? Is it the Vadrat clan?"
Charlotte asked again.
Only this time, Quixote did not answer, but trembled slightly.
His face showed signs of struggle, 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 questions had touched upon certain contracts involving the souls signed by the other party.
"Who's behind you?"
Charlotte asked again, a light flashing in her eyes, and she increased her power output.
Quixote trembled still more violently.
He was struggling, his eyes were rolling up, and he was shaking like an epileptic, while he spoke incoherently:
"Nai...Nais..."
“The person behind me… is Néz…!”