My name is Akatosh,

Since it's a vampire lady, then ......

—4E, 201, Moon of the Fire, 28th, 20:54 -

Stone mound of souls, wilderness.

Arthur is well aware that this particular realm of annihilation, the "Soul Stone Mound", does not have a master, but there is a ghost dragon similar to the evil butler, Dunevill.

Entering this realm of annihilation as its enemy, it did not appear.

Hearn was here as a summoner, too, and it still hadn't come to the fore.

It wasn't until Zela "purified" a "soul shell" that the tattered ghost dragon hurried from nowhere, and without saying a word, it was met with a corrupt dragon breath with a poisonous mist.

It was naturally impossible for the few people present to be sprayed even the dogs, but even if the dragon's breath was sprayed out, the poisonous mist was still solid, and within its range, the pitch-black skeletons on the ground crawled out one by one.

Duneville made a U-turn in the distance, and without stopping to face the crowd cleaning the skeletons, another discharge of poisonous mist dragon breath, but this time it was not so lucky.

Anyone present could easily destroy a group of skeletons, and it was not difficult to get rid of them, so as the Ghost Dragon swooped and breathed, Emile broke away from the warband, jumped on the roof of the nearby ruins in a few leaps, and then struck it as it passed, slamming it in half with just one ebony dagger.

Boom - bump!

Halfway down the dive, the Ghost Dragon suddenly stalled, plunging directly into the ground and plunging into a deep, wide furrow on the surface, and then slammed headlong into the huge black rock in the distance.

“…… Doesn't work well on spirits. Amir said as she fell back to the ground and stared at the ebony dagger in her hand.

One move will make a strong enemy lose her combat effectiveness, how else does she want to be "good"?

At the huge black stone, although the ghost dragon was dizzy and unable to move, the terrible wounds on its body were healing rapidly, but before it could actually move, it should be enough to make a move, Arthur stared at the ghost dragon tightly, and raised his hand to remove the golden sword from his back.

The only question is, is this guy a resurrected undead or an annihilation of the aborigines-demons?

"[Oath ~ and Sword of Victory]!"

The ghost dragon that had just propped itself up was about to take off, and was directly washed by the surging stream of blazing white light of destruction, but it was neither "exceeded" nor "banished" like the undead, but fell down again with black smoke all over its body.

Black smoke? Arthur looked closely, and although the ghost dragon looked like it was being burned, it was clear that his attack did not contain any fire elemental at all, so those things should be ......

The reaction of the "black smoke" completely confirmed Arthur's suspicion, and they originally pretended to rise like ordinary black smoke for a while, but then it seemed that they found Zela who was fighting against the "soul shell", and immediately fled in the opposite direction.

So when I couldn't help this dragon before, I just had to find a Holy Spirit priest who could target souls? Arthur was slightly frustrated.

As for Zela, who was jealous of those "black smoke", she was busy dealing with the "soul shells" that kept growing around her, basically, every time a pitch-black skeleton was wiped out, three or four "plants" like white egg rolls would grow on the ground around her, and those skeletons showed no signs of getting up again.

"Damn, damn it, what the hell is going on?" The Chief Mage of Winterhold was angrily kicking the "soul shells" apart, but that didn't stop new ones from growing: "I command you to stop growing - don't laugh!" ”

Ahem, I didn't laugh. Arthur turned his head and continued to stare at Duneville, smoothing the corners of her upturned mouth by the way, she obviously has the strength to compete with all kinds of powerful enemies and even demon gods, but she can't do anything about some small plants, and her slightly angry appearance makes everyone who sees it feel [happy].

Not...... Arthur shuddered, as if he had just accidentally thought of something terrible.

"You useless Wang," said Barbas, the initiator, "There is such a thing as a soul shell, which cannot be solved by attacking without eating it." ”

"Isn't it your fault? I can't control my indiscriminate eating. Zela stopped kicking the jar meaninglessly, and the "soul shells" began to open at her feet, eventually forming a small flower garden.

"I'm stupid, really, I just have to let them grow and come out, right?" Zela stepped out of the flowerbed and shook her head.

"It's not easy to think of such a thing," Arthur began, "It's like meat and bones are constantly falling around me, and my first instinct is not to collect them and give them to Babas to eat, but to just block them." ”

"It's too much, Wang!" Babas expressed dissatisfaction.

"Sorry to interrupt your pleasant chat, but the dragon is back to life." Palasos interjected.

Duneville suffered two big losses in a row, and finally sobered up a little, although the eyes looking at Zela and her "flower garden" were still full of hatred and madness, but at least he calmed down and could communicate.

"Arthur—Hearn—" Duneville rose into the air and roared angrily, "If you dare to invade my world, then prepare for death!" 】”

In Arthur's vision, "black smoke" kept escaping from the ghost dragon's body, and when it appeared, it fled backwards as if it had seen something terrible.

Undoubtedly, this is the reason why Duneville can be resurrected infinitely in the Soul Stone Tomb, and the appearance he uses to appear is a strange "soul shell", as long as he can't find the location of the real soul, then even if he can defeat him, he will easily reinvent himself in the near future.

And Zela's "purification" move is tantamount to drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle, so this guy ran to attack before he was very conscious, and only began to think of countermeasures after finding that he had kicked the iron plate.

"Then you're coming—" Arthur challenged Duneville, and by the way, he also withdrew the golden two-handed sword behind his back: "I don't use weapons to fight you!" But it's even more powerful to transform into a Jackie Chan.

Duneville looked as if he had choked up, but the words had already come out, so he could only swoop down: "[Die! Duwakin! 】”

Hehe, although I don't know what ability Zela inadvertently triggered, but now it's very suitable, Arthur stopped Amir's intention to help, took a step forward, the dragon roared, and the whole person suddenly turned into a giant red dragon.

Originally, his hand-to-hand combat ability was almost the same as that of Dunaiville, and several one-on-one fights in the Overworld almost all ended in draws, but now that Dunaiville is constantly losing strength without realizing it, it can be said that it is the best chance to kill with one hit.

In Arthur's eyes, with Duneville's accelerated dive, the speed at which the black smoke on his body escaped also accelerated, and by the time he rushed in front of him, his body was already inexplicably smaller than the original two or three laps, and before he had time to be surprised, Arthur slapped the ghost dragon to the ground with a heavy claw.

Well, it's a nice feeling to swatt a dragon like a fly.

——21:42——

Stone mound of souls, Waukihar Castle.

After making such a big noise, Miss Serana, whom Arthur had "seen", came late, and without any sense of surprise, greeted Arthur in the form of a dragon very familiarly, and then led everyone to the castle, its direction was the same as Arthur's judgment before, and Hakong pointed in the opposite direction.

"You stupid girl, how can you let Her Royal Highness the princess eat this!" The vampire lady, who habitually carries out a large plate of soul shells, is unsurprisingly taught a lesson by Lady Berelika.

"Don't get me wrong, Your Highness Princess, we have some channels to contact the Overworld, and we can ensure that the ingredients are fresh and human-friendly." The lady seemed to have a crush on Princess Emilia, and took the initiative to talk to her, not caring that Emile was only listening quietly most of the time.

“…… I'm not a picky eater. ”

"Oh, you're such a good boy~"

On the other side, Serana and Zela also had a good conversation.

"Miss Serana, it seems that you don't have any weapons, I have a beautiful spiral gun here, called [Gungnir], I wonder if you are interested?"

"Dancing knives and guns are too rough for me, as a lady, I prefer to drink black tea quietly in the castle, if there is a maid with good tea making skills or a housekeeper who can play can introduce me to it."

"Her tea-making skills should be good, but do you have any opinion on the redness of her skin?" In her hand, Zela conjured up a magical image of a Red Guard's maid.

"Hmm......"

I don't know who the lady who pulled me all the way away with a lasso, and why did you go to pit Satya with Zela...... Arthur tries to roll his eyes, but finds it slightly more difficult to do with this kinetic dragon's eye.

Arthur was temporarily unable to attend the banquet because he had to suppress Duneville, who had been silenced by magic, and until the castle's servants were ready to trap the dragon's confinement device, he had to maintain his dragon form, using all his strength to suppress the much weaker but still powerful ghost dragon under his claws.

As for the two captives, Hearn was sent to the ward to recuperate, while Hakon was staring at the fireplace in the banquet hall with a glass of wine, and according to him and Serana, they were supposed to be family, but the two ladies deliberately ignored his presence after giving him the hospitality of a guest, and Hakon tried to talk to him several times, but he got up a few steps and came back to sit down again.

Hakong had said that his wife and daughter were not vampires, but the dull yellow light in their eyes showed what they had to do to be able to wait for him to change his mind, or to be defeated by the adventurers one day.

Tsk, apologize, and then say that you are willing to spend the rest of your life to compensate them, is it that difficult?