Chapter 225
Watching the Undead Legion switch sides in an instant and the mysterious girl surrounded by the crowd, the expression on Black Dragon Gicod’s face changed completely.
Oh, no.
Perhaps he should no longer be called a Black Dragon.
The true Black Dragon was far more powerful than him.
Charlotte’s voice seemed to carry a mysterious power, resounding in Gicod’s mind like the tolling of a bell.
His aura quickly became chaotic, and the ferocious dragon body began to convulse and change, seeming to want to revert to human form at one moment and then striving to maintain its dragon form the next.
“No! I am Black Dragon Gicod! I am indeed Black Dragon Gicod!”
He roared and howled, his eyes blood-red, rapidly falling back into madness.
The moment “Black Dragon” Gicod let out a dragon roar, the terrifying Dragon Mighty burst forth once again, more powerful than before but even more chaotic.
Tiny cracks appeared on his dragon body, revealing the endlessly churning and disintegrating yet regenerating black-red flesh under the Scale Armor…
Feeling that unprecedented powerful force, Sebastian and the others instantly became serious.
However, Charlotte’s expression remained calm, her gaze on the Black Dragon filled with pity.
As a member of the Bloodline, she was not unfamiliar with his current state.
She had experienced a similar situation herself.
It was when she had first turned into a member of the Bloodline and had gone a long time without drinking blood, causing a blood addiction to erupt and Blood Rage to burst forth that night…
However, unlike the monster before her, Charlotte had not completely lost herself at that time and was able to recover from the Blood Rage in time.
However… this Bloodline before her, named Gicod, had clearly lost himself entirely in the power of the giant dragon.
Having dealt with Bold’s Blood Demon Church and acquired over thirty Holy Scripture Fragments, Charlotte further completed the Blood Holy Scripture and gained a deeper understanding of the Five Bloodline Resonance.
Wildness Path…
It was a Bloodline Path that resonated with all beings, allowing the release of one’s nature, borrowing and integrating the power of other creatures for oneself, and even transforming into other creatures, infinitely useful.
For example, Charlotte had obtained the ability from the Wildness Path, “Dark Night Bat,” to transform into a bat.
And in such Bloodline Resonance, the key was to remember one’s true self and clearly know who one is while using the power.
Once lost, power would rampage.
The power of Bloodline was strong but also dangerous.
Any Bloodline had the risk of going berserk.
The eerie power gave Bloodline formidable capabilities, but at the same time, it was a curse passed down through the Bloodline, and only by continuously drinking blood could Bloodline delay the outbreak of Blood Rage.
But if there was a problem with the Bloodline Resonance, even drinking blood… would be futile.
For instance, in the case of Wildness Path, if the power rampaged, at best one would go mad and completely become the creature one had transformed into, losing oneself; at worst, because the creature’s power one had transformed into was too strong to bear, one would end up bursting and dying in madness.
The power after a rampage was indeed strong.
But strength and collapse were often only a thought apart.
Watching the cracks spreading across the “Black Dragon’s” body and the flesh under those cracks that was growing and collapsing, Charlotte knew that even if she did nothing, this Bloodline before her, who had completely lost himself and been provoked by them, would destroy himself.
The moment his cognition completely scrambled, Gicod no longer had a future.
However, “Black Dragon” Gicod didn’t care about his progressively collapsing body.
Feeling his increasingly strong power, his blood-colored pupils flickered with unprecedented madness and pride, and after a long howl, he pounced toward Charlotte again:
“Pathetic Mortal, tremble before the great Black Dragon Gicod!”
“No matter who you are, Lord Gicod will devour you!”
“Lord Charlotte! Be careful!”
Sebastian and the others slightly changed their expressions.
But Charlotte remained calm still.
She did not accept Sebastian’s protection but instead took another step forward, facing the “Black Dragon” charging towards her.
A crimson light flowed in Charlotte’s eyes, her gaze turning cold, a hint of ancient and majestic aura slowly rising from her.
Charlotte’s lips slightly moved, and an authoritative chastisement, clear yet ethereal, echoed through the cave:
“Kneel down!”
Instantly, an invisible, strange fluctuation spread out from Charlotte, quickly sweeping over everyone present.
The first affected was the weakest, the little Werewolf Noah.
When that reproach that resonated like it was in his soul came, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood years being scolded by his mother, his body trembled, and he almost subconsciously fell to his knees.
In that instant, he himself did not realize how he had knelt down, nor why.
Nisi, seeing Charlotte about to speak, sensed something was amiss and vaguely guessed what was about to happen.
However, having once experienced kneeling down in the manor, it was somewhat mentally prepared, thinking it could withstand this power that bore a hint of word spirit.
It smiled knowingly, bracing for the impact while its gaze fell on Sebastian, prepared to see how awkwardly he would react to the sudden reprimand.