A dragon raised at birth

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"Why are you talking about that?" Ciri frowned.

"Then after you became curious about me, you should have investigated my identity, so do you think, based on my experience, there is a chance to come into contact with the spell tome?"

"Who knows about this kind of thing, maybe you have come into contact with the inheritance left by a certain archmage."

"As you wish."

Seeing that the explanation was not clear, Diablo didn't waste his words anymore, and at this time he also smelled a special smell in the air, and at this time the sounds of birds, beasts and insects around him had disappeared, and the jungle became abnormal Quiet.

The weird atmosphere also calmed the princess who had a lot to say in her heart. She took off the hand crossbow behind her back, and her eyes became sharp at this moment.

"Put it away, this little thing can't hurt it!"

Glancing at the crossbow in the princess's hand, Diablo kindly reminded that this kind of thing is excellent against humans, but it's just ridiculous to use it against huge monsters like wyverns.

"You want to hunt that dragon?"

"Of course, that was specially prepared by the instructors for me. I can't let down their good intentions."

"Can you be a little more humble?"

Ciri didn't even know what to say about this guy. After getting close to him, she realized that this young man who came out of the slum was extremely arrogant, proud and conceited, and he didn't pay attention to anything.

"Even if you master spells, those ground thorns can't hurt the flying dragon!"

"Just watch it!"

Under the gaze of the princess, the young man with black shattered hair fluttering in the forest wind rushed to the bottom of the cliff wearing extremely simple equipment, and swung his sword to provoke the monsters that were nesting among the cliffs.

It was a monster that looked like a dragon, but was much smaller than a dragon. It only had two claws, its wings were covered with scales, and its snake-like tail had barbs.

This is a monster born from the crossbreeding of a dragon and a griffin. It has considerable wisdom. When it sees a weak person provoking him from below, even if its body is weak, this monster responds to the provocation with the most ferocity. .

boom -

When the monster spread its wings and roared at Diablo, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck straight on the flying dragon's head. With the monster's scream, the smell of burnt flesh permeated the air.

"This……"

The princess who followed closely behind the boy looked at this scene in shock. The flying dragon that was struck by lightning fell from the cliff, and at the point where the flying dragon landed, seven ground thorns protruded from the ground just right. With the help of potential energy, it submerged into its body.

Chapter 391 Body Fixation Technique

"Did you attract the thunder just now?"

Beside the boy who dissected the flying dragon, the girl who spoke nonchalantly to the students of the same period asked around the boy who came out of the slums, her face was full of intimacy and flattery, as if she was always wanting to get attention wildcat.

"No, it's just pure luck."

Diablo was talking nonsense as always, and he was concentrating on arranging the secret ritual circle with the dragon's blood. Ciri, who had long been accustomed to his speaking style, naturally would not believe his nonsense.

"Geralt, don't you keep lying to me like this, can you? How can this kind of weather cause thunder for no reason?"

The little princess looked up at the sky. Although the weather was not very good, it didn't look like the weather that would strike thunder for no reason.

"Well, it's finally ready!"

Just below the cliff, beside the place where the wyvern fell to his death, a magic circle made of blood has taken shape, and a rough and primitive breath blows towards his face.

"you?"

Seeing the boy with a smile on his face, the girl looked at the simple magic circle on the ground. After a while, her face showed shock. She stepped forward and stopped Diablo.

"Are you crazy? To be promoted in a place like this, and you still need a Wyvern, are you impatient?"

"I'm not crazy, and I value my life, I know what I'm doing, get out of the way!"

Seeing the girl who was worried about his safety, the smile on Diablo's face grew wider. He reached out and touched the girl's head, and then pushed her aside with the strength that the girl couldn't resist at all.

"Get out of my way, I'm pressed for time."

"You will die."

"Don't use the experiences you read in the book to speculate on me, I am different from you!"

The young man who stepped into the magic circle made of blood was in high spirits, his brows were high, and he was full of fighting spirit.

"What's the difference? Even if you are a genius, even if you have the inheritance of a certain archmage, you are still a human being. If you don't follow the records in the book and absorb the power of the Wyvern without authorization, you will be poisoned to death by the dragon's blood." .”

"Forbidden!"

Seeing the anxious look on the girl's face, Diablo sighed helplessly, and pointed lightly. The croaking girl lost the ability to speak, no matter how much she opened her mouth, she couldn't make a sound.

But it didn't end there. In order to be able to experience the strengthening ceremony of the world's local supernatural system without interruption, Diablo cast another spell against humanoid creatures.

Human immobilization technique!

Under the blessing of the dragon soul, the little princess whose pure power is stronger than Diablo stood in place, motionless, her eyes full of horror. This was an experience she had never had before, but it was also something she had never experienced the feeling of passing.

But what made the girl feel ashamed and annoyed was that in this state where she was completely unable to move and could only let herself be mermaid, the young man who held her in place acted like she didn't exist and sat on the magic circle by himself .

Such a situation caused a huge sense of frustration in the girl's heart. The girl who was born in the royal family has an extremely good bloodline. She is top-notch in both appearance and figure, but now she is being ignored.

Although she is determined not to be a vase, she must rely on her own strength to gain her due status and respect.But no matter how you say it, he is also a young girl, and it feels really uncomfortable to have this kind of appearance completely rejected.

But at this time, Diablo didn't care about the princess's thoughts anymore. He was experiencing the rough and primitive promotion ceremony in this world.

The essence of the witcher's ascension ceremony is not much different from his use of scarlet fire to plunder the blood of creatures.The difference is the method of looting.

His talent flame can extract the purest blood energy, devouring such blood energy has almost no sequelae.But the witcher ritual, although it is also trying to extract the blood energy from the monster, but the sequelae are quite terrible.

The blood of almost all monsters is poisonous to humans, and the blood of wyverns is even more poisonous to humans. If you don't make any preparations, you can absorb its power and die suddenly on the spot.

The promotion ceremony of the demon hunter requires various medicinal herbs and precious alchemy materials, the purpose of which is to refine the blood aura and at the same time weaken the toxins contained in the monster's aura.

But Diablo omitted this step, and he directly used the native magic circle to absorb the monster's blood.In theory, what he did was no different from committing suicide.

But in fact, because of the interference of the dragon soul, under the guidance of the magic circle, the part of the blood that merged into his body, which was regarded as "poison" by the demon hunters, honestly integrated into his body, becoming part of his strength.

The girl who couldn't speak or move was staring at the incredible scene in front of her with wide eyes.

The biped wyvern, who was suffocated and hiccupped because of being pierced by seven stone cones, was surrounded by a magic circle made of his own blood, and under this magic circle exuding primitive brutality and darkness, the body of this wyvern was visible to the naked eye. Speed ​​shriveled.

The essence of flesh and blood in the flying dragon's body was extracted, and he sat cross-legged in the magic circle, while the body of the young man at the other end was shrouded in a thick layer of blood mist.

Vaguely, some strange sounds could be heard from the boy's body. It was the sound of bones growing and muscles being strengthened by violence.

This is an extremely painful process, because this method of promotion is completely worthy of the four words of eager for quick success.It is purely for the pursuit of power, without considering the consequences at all.

If there are orthodox cultivators who see this way of cultivation here, they will unceremoniously denounce it as heresy, and it is still the worst.

But for the people who have passed today and don't know if there is a tomorrow's world, they can only use this method of quick success because they can't afford to wait.

breathe--

As time passed by every minute and every second, the girl who couldn't move felt numb all over her body, but even though she was so uncomfortable, her attention was completely glued to the boy on the opposite side who was breathing gradually.

If the boy just now was just a normal person, then as the corpse of the wyvern was sucked dry, the original person began to gradually transform into a monster.

That is, when the blood mist covering the boy's body gradually thinned and was about to disappear, the girl heard rustling voices behind him, saying that something was approaching here.

"Look, it's a Wyvern!"

The familiar voice came to her ears, and Shirley, who thought that a large beast was approaching, breathed a sigh of relief. Now she has no strength to resist.

"Your Highness, why are you here? Did you kill this flying dragon?"

A familiar face came into view, and Ciri recognized the person who came, it was her number one lick dog Ent.

Chapter 392 Dharma Seal: Mind Power

"..."

Hearing the dog's question, the princess, who was unable to move anything except her eyeballs, including her tongue, said nothing.

Seeing the thunder and hearing the roar of the monster, Ent, a noble boy who came after him specially, also noticed the abnormality in the princess.

"Your Highness, you can't move anymore?"

Among the various assessment indicators of the witcher school, he was an excellent noble boy who quickly judged the princess's situation. A hint of joy appeared in his eyes, but at this moment there were shouts behind him.

"Ent, wait for us."

"Don't run so fast, be careful!"

When all of Ent's cronies and friends chased after him, the joy in his eyes disappeared immediately, and a trace of regret could not help but appear in his eyes.And the group of teenagers who were chasing after them also found the princess blocked by Ent.

"Your Highness Ciri!"

"What's wrong, Your Highness? Can't seem to move?"

"It should be attacked by a monster!"

The demon hunting students were chattering, guessing what caused the princess to be so abnormal.

"Look, Wyvern!"

"That's it, Geralt?"

But soon, the shriveled Wyvern corpse attracted the attention of the teenagers. They also noticed Geralt shrouded in mist, but they were a little uncertain.

Because the Geralt at this time was far from what they remembered. Although the original Geralt was strong, he still looked like a boy.

But at this time, the one sitting cross-legged next to the monster was strong and burly, and the wallet on his body was propped up with cracks, looking overwhelmed and about to burst on the spot at any time.

And the most important thing is the young man's appearance. On his knife-sharpened face, the black and yellow scales are so dazzling, showing his inhuman nature.

"It's Geralt. Look at his leather armor and the sword on his back. Besides him, who else in the school uses such shabby equipment?"

Ent, who had been beaten up by Geralt, confirmed the boy's identity at a glance. Looking at the enemy who seemed to be unable to move for a short time, his eyes once again revealed the look of eagerness to move.

"what happened to him?"

"Isn't it obvious enough? This scumbag in the slum is using the corpse of a wyvern to get promoted."

Ent pulled out the sword behind him, and his words were full of sarcasm and mockery.

"It's wishful thinking. Can he still use monsters of this level?"

"Ent, what do you want to do?"

Seeing the blond boy drawing his sword and walking towards Geralt, the boys who followed him were a little startled.

"What? Of course we are fulfilling our duties as demon hunters. Geralt has turned into a monster, haven't you seen it? With such obvious alienation features, when he wakes up, all of us present will die."

Hearing his companion's questioning, the murderous blond boy stopped, turned his head and explained.Hearing his words, some of the teenagers present couldn't help but show killing intent in their eyes, but there were also hesitating expressions on the faces of two of them.

"That's right, Geralt took the initiative to use the corpse of the wyvern to promote himself, and began to demonize and become a monster. We can't wait for him to wake up."

Inspired by Ent, the two teenagers pulled out their swords and surrounded Diablo with him forming horns. They looked at the teenager shrouded in blood mist, and approached him cautiously step by step.

"kill!"

When he was less than ten steps away from Diablo, holding the secret silver sword his father had prepared for him, the young Ent gave a loud shout and took the lead in charging towards him.

"Kill!" "Kill!"

The three silver swords slashed at Geralt, whose body already had alienated tissues, from different angles. Just when the silver swords were about to touch the boy's body, the boy suddenly opened his eyes.

Those are not human pupils anymore, the black and yellow vertical pupils that only cold-blooded reptiles have contain no emotion at all, and the moment the eyes opened, three silver swords hovered over the boy's body surface Up, not an inch.

"act recklessly!"

Looking at the three natives who dared to swing their swords at him, Diablo commented this way. As his voice fell, the three teenagers seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. They flew upside down and fell more than ten meters, spilling blood .

"Geralt!"

After all, they have endured a long training, and their physical fitness is already very good. Even after such a blow, the prospective demon hunters quickly got up from the ground.

"You have degenerated into a monster. If you still have a conscience as a human being, then don't move or resist."

Ent, who got up, looked at the dehumanized Geralt, terrified in his heart, but he still had the courage to say something very stupid at first sight.

If someone who doesn't know is here, he really thinks that the demon hunter students are trying to persuade his fallen companion, wanting him to end his life as a human being.

And Diablo, who heard these words, looked at the boy and smiled. He stretched out his palm, facing the golden retriever, and gently grasped it. The invisible force weighing several tons squeezed his body from all directions.

"what--"

The pain of his body being crushed inch by inch under the strong pressure made the boy scream loudly, and the severe pain distorted the boy's facial features, like a ghost.