I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 79 The Birth of the Imperial Red Fang Knights (4.4k)

The essence of enhancing strength by bathing in dragon blood is to transform the knight's body and will through the primal energy within the dragon blood, thereby achieving bloodline fusion.

In layman's terms, dragon blood has an extremely high level of contamination for all races, and there is almost no risk of rejection.

For example, dragons can interbreed with all races and produce offspring.

Therefore, the genes of dragons and humans are not incompatible and can be integrated.

It is undeniable that the success rate of transformation through bathing in dragon blood is extremely low, and the cost is enormous.

For example, the dragon blood still contains the will of this red dragon beast that has not yet dissipated.

If these humans were merely bathing in the dragon's blood from the outside, allowing it to slowly seep into their bodies, that would be fine. But if they were to drink it directly—

boom

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A knight was far too arrogant, eating and taking without restraint, greedily disregarding the limits of his body's endurance, wanting to absorb more dragon blood.

If you're not careful, you'll turn into a human bomb and explode from the inside out.

Puser's dark blue wing membrane gently retracted, hovering three zhang above Karen's head.

His gaze, lowered by his icy yet fiery vertical pupils, swept over the grotesque spectacle of the knights below frantically scrambling for dragon blood, finally settling back on Karen's hand holding the Excalibur.

"Humans".

He raised his paw and pointed to the still-bleeding red dragon head in the snow.

"This stupid dragon is at least half a red dragon, why don't you give it a try?"

Karen tightened her grip on the sword hilt, looked up, and her gaze met Puse's vertical pupils once again.

Puse's smile deepened, tinged with undisguised mockery and indifference: "You already have my blood in your veins."

"If you forcibly absorb it, there will be two results: either my blue dragon bloodline is domineering enough to directly devour the blood of this stupid dragon, and your power will surge."

Pu Se slowly opened his mouth, and his dragon claw slammed onto the head of the red dragon beast.

He paused, then focused his gaze on the spot where the knight had just exploded.

The bits of flesh and blood on the snow were not yet frozen by the cold wind, and they looked gruesome and glaring.

"What do you want—" Pu Se's voice turned cold, carrying a chilling edge.

"During the process of devouring, the blood of the Red Dragon Beast violently resisted, colliding with your body—blue ice and red fire, neither willing to give way."

"When the time comes, you'll be blown up even more thoroughly than that idiot, leaving not even a bone fragment."

Karen's fingers, gripping Excalibur, slowly loosened and tightened, the golden light on the blade flickering for a moment with his movements.

Those eyes, which had been burning with fighting spirit, were now clear and lucid, showing no greed for the dragon's blood, but rather a hint of sneer.

"A stupid thing that can't even tell which way is which, and that you've completely manipulated it."

Karen's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the wind and snow and reached Puse's ears clearly.

"Its blood, at best, is nothing more than inferior nourishment for tempering mortal bodies. How can it be compared to the power you have bestowed upon me?"

He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing against the blade.

A few drops of splashed red dragon blood were still on it, which he casually wiped away, as if brushing away some unsightly grime.

"When your blood flows through my veins, I can feel the power that tears the sky apart; that is the true majesty of the dragon race."

Karen slightly raised her chin, her gaze meeting Puse's vertical pupils without flinching.

"The blood of this red dragon beast is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of your bloodline. I'm not going to risk my life on such a gamble."

A low hum came from Puse's throat, indicating he was fairly satisfied with Karen's answer.

He was arrogant, conceited, and vain, and enjoyed receiving praise from others.

Blue Dragon didn't think this was bad, because the strong deserve all praise.

As soon as Karen finished speaking, he strode toward the group of crazed knights.

He didn't roar; instead, he steadily strode across the blood-soaked ground in the forest. His immense power subsided the surrounding clamor.

"Enough." Karen's voice was cold and deep. "External tempering is already a blessing. If you try to do more, you'll end up like that fool just now."

Vincent shuddered and looked up to meet Karen's clear eyes. His mind, which had been scorched by the dragon blood, instantly cleared up.

He looked at the pieces of flesh on the snow that were not yet frozen solid, shivered violently, and hurriedly released his grip on the dragon blood.

With Princess Karen's order, the other knights became more restrained.

Those who were tearing off their armor and smearing blood on themselves froze in place.

Those who had tried to scoop up the pool of blood and put it in their mouths were so frightened that they withdrew their hands, their greed replaced by fear.

Karen looked around, her voice as cold and hard as iron: "Absorb in order, no fighting, and absolutely no swallowing dragon blood."

"Anyone who dares to overstep this limit will face only one outcome: death by explosion."

His words were resounding, and the subtle pressure emanating from his blue dragon bloodline silenced the knights who were blinded by power.

From mid-air, Puse took in all of this, and his admiration grew even stronger.

The wind and snow were still howling, and the sweet, pungent smell of dragon blood mixed with the acrid smell permeated the forest.

The knights stood still in order, letting the warm dragon blood slowly seep into their skin. Muffled groans rose and fell, but no one dared to cross the line.

Suddenly, a low, suppressed roar rang out from the crowd.

It's Oliver.

He had only pressed his palm against the edge of the blood pool, but now his whole body was trembling violently, veins were bulging on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Strands of crimson primordial energy drilled into his limbs and bones along the lines of his palm, colliding violently with the remaining powerful qi and blood in his body, producing a loud cracking sound.

"Ugh—!"

Oliver jerked his head back and let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

When everyone looked on in horror, they saw that the skin on his forehead suddenly bulged, with dark blue veins bulging out, as if something was about to burst through his skin.

Immediately afterwards, two white horns tinged with crimson pierced the skin, dripping with blood, and grew upwards inch by inch.

The horn was not long, but it was as sharp as a knife, with a sharp curve, full of the savagery and brutality of a wild beast, which complemented the surging aura around him.

The excruciating pain of being tempered by dragon blood continues.

Oliver's bones cracked, and his previously slender body suddenly grew taller, his muscles becoming strong and powerful.

His body was over two meters tall, and the air around him surged wildly, creating rings of crimson energy that melted the surrounding snow.

"Top-tier—top-tier professional!"

Some people gasped in surprise, their eyes filled with envy and horror.

For an ordinary knight bathed in dragon blood, breaking through to the next level is already a divine gift. Oliver, however, directly crossed the barrier and entered the top realm that countless people dream of.

Puse, who was in mid-air, glanced at it.

"Interesting." He chuckled softly. "Even inferior dragon blood can produce something decent."

Karen walked slowly closer, her gaze falling on the unusual red horn on Oliver's forehead. She frowned slightly but said nothing.

He could sense that although the energy within Oliver was violent, it was not out of control.

Oliver's roar gradually subsided, and he slowly opened his eyes. The crimson in his eyes faded, replaced by a chilling sharpness.

Life energy has reached level 10!

He could barely be considered an elite monster among humans!

He raised his hand and touched the two horns on his forehead, feeling a cold, hard sensation on his fingertips.

An unprecedented sense of power surged through his body, making him almost want to roar to the sky.

He suddenly knelt on one knee, bowing his head to Puse in mid-air and Karen in front of him: "Thank you—thank you for your grace, Your Highnesses!"

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Captain Oliver's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and awe.

Seeing this, the knights in the forest became even more ardent in their eyes, yet also even more respectful.

So this is the true effect of dragon blood.

It turns out that following the strong can indeed lead to instant success.

Puse snorted and commented, "You noisy idiot, you're not entirely useless. There will be a time when we need you."

The wind and snow gradually subsided, but the chill in the forest was made scalding hot by the sweet, metallic scent of dragon's blood.

The knights' transformation continues.

Some people have protruding knuckles and fingernails that become as sharp as blades, leaving deep marks when they cut through solid ice.

Some people have slightly upturned ear tips and a faint golden-red hue in their pupils; their hearing is so acute that they can detect the heartbeat of a squirrel under the snow a hundred meters away.

Some people have fine, scaly skin that, even when standing in the cold wind, doesn't feel the slightest bit of chill.

These mutations varied in degree, but they all carried the savage fire attribute aura of the Red Dragon Beast.

Overall, these knights have greatly increased their physique, strength, and magic power, and certain parts of their bodies have been enhanced, making them stronger than normal humans.

Karen stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze sweeping over every face filled with awe and ecstasy, before slowly settling on the red dragon beast.

Karen looked up at the blue dragon again: "Your Highness, what do you intend to do with this corpse?"

Puse's gaze swept over the red dragon's wings and then over its severed head, which was still bleeding.

"Cedric," Puse uttered slowly, "I want to win this guy over, so I'd like to give him this corpse."

"He will be very pleased with this gift, after all, dragon materials are very precious; dragon horns can be used to make weapons, and scales can be used to make armor—"

"I can't think of any reason why a monk would refuse me—he would owe me a huge favor—and be at my beck and call—"

Blue Dragon made no attempt to hide his ambition, openly exposing his desires.

Karen's fingers, hanging at her sides, curled almost imperceptibly as she silently made her plans.

Cedric—the old man with white hair and beard but sharp, eagle-like eyes—was his mother's mentor.

To him, they were elders as close as grandfathers.

If the red dragon carcass could be delivered to Cedric, it would be a profitable deal, both publicly and privately.

Karen's gaze fell on the most intact chest scale of the red dragon beast.

These scales, about the size of a palm, are dark red and are the hardest part of the entire body.

He looked up at Pu Se, a smile playing on his lips, revealing a youthful fervor.

"Your Highness is very thoughtful. Sage Cedric has devoted his life to the study of dragon creations. This gift will surely make him ecstatic."

Grandpa Cedric's skill in forging magical armor was unparalleled.

In his youth, he was able to forge a protective mirror that could withstand high-level magic from a scrap of ordinary dragon scale.

If Karen obtained the corpse of this half-red dragon, she could easily ask Cedric to make her a set of dragon scale armor.

Using the hardest chest scales as armor, that suit of armor will surely become Levi's strongest defensive gear.

This thought quietly spread in his heart, and even the light in his eyes when he looked at the corpse of the red dragon beast became more intense.

On the surface, however, he maintained his composure and respect, his gaze returning to Puse, waiting for the blue dragon to continue.

"Very well, my apostle, from now on the knights you lead will be the Red Fang of the Dragon. I now have two orders for you!"

Puser lowered his head and stood very close to Karen, which made the blue dragon look particularly oppressive and intimidating.

"First, and most importantly, have the Red Fangs take the carcass of this red dragon back to Starfall City, where your Levi people live."

In reality, Starfall City is only a rudimentary town; it's more of a rudimentary town than a city.

"The second thing I command you to kill, to unleash your brutality and ruthlessness, and to celebrate your birth into this world."

"Your master, I, Puse, am issuing you your first quest: hunt down a tribe of goblins."

Puse reiterated his brutal stance: "Kill them all, leave no one alive!!"

Those goblins used for mining dared to escape; these creatures that disobey the dragon's will all deserve to die.

Since these humans are used for mining anyway, these goblins are of no use.

"Magic Mirror!" Using his levitation skills, Puse shoved a magic mirror into Karen's hand. "Tell him where the goblin tribe is!"

The magic mirror felt cold to the touch, its surface covered with a thin layer of gray mist, as if buried by ancient dust.

The moment Karen's fingertips touched the edge of the mirror, the mirror trembled violently, and the gray fog receded like a tide, revealing a clear view.

It was a desolate, dark forest.

The withered branches stretched towards the leaden sky like ghostly claws, and dark green puddles filled the mud in the forest, reflecting the crooked thatched huts built by the goblins.

Outside the shed, several dried animal bones were stuck in the ground, with tattered strips of cloth hanging from them, making a whistling sound when the wind blew.

As the mirror light shifts and the image zooms in, a group of gray-green goblins can be seen huddled around a fire, their pointed ears twitching warily, clutching rusty daggers, and emitting strange chirping noises.

Behind them were piles of tools stolen from the mine, as well as several heavy bags of ore, clearly the silver ore that had been taken away.

Suddenly, the mirror shrank, like a blood-red mark, precisely anchoring itself in the center of the Black Forest.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, emotionless voice came from the mirror.

"Location: Black Swamp Forest. All 312 goblins in the tribe are here."

"Oh, young knight, I never thought we'd meet again. Now we both serve His Highness Puse."

The Magic Mirror's tone was also very arrogant: "Just like His Highness Puther's opinion, I am satisfied with your praise, and I also like your blue eyes."

Karen naturally remembered this magic mirror that liked to force others to praise and flatter.

If it weren't for this magic mirror forcing him to praise Pusser for an hour, he wouldn't have been able to tell Karen the exact location of the Starfall Forest.

He wouldn't have unconsciously murmured, "Great Master Puse?" when he first met Puse.

It can be said that his connection with Puse and the Sword of Excalibur originated from this magic mirror that loved to praise the blue dragon.

Karen remained noncommittal regarding her assessment of the magic mirror.

As far as the mission is concerned, apart from the long distance, this mission is not a difficult task for the current Knights Order.

This isn't even a dangerous mission.

The only downside is that there are almost no rewards for slaughtering these goblins.

However, it was at least the first expedition mission that was fully entrusted to the Knights.

To show that she took it seriously, Karen immediately gave orders to Oliver, who had successfully undergone a transformation.

"Captain Oliver, I will lead all the Transformers of the Knights to transport the Red Dragon Beast back."

"And you, I command you—lead a squad of twenty men to annihilate all these goblins, leaving none behind!"

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