Anime Crossover: Starting with an Infinite Dragon God as a Mount

The princess asked her mother about the meaning of the dream, and her mother sighed about her daughter's future fate, saying that the dream foreshadowed that her daughter's husband would die in a conspiracy.

Hundreds of witches gathered here, pushing their mental and physical limits to unleash their ability called "spiritual vision".

Vision allows one's spirit to connect with the living and the immortal realm, tracking information within it. Countless pieces of information are received, analyzed, and integrated around the concept of "Siegfried."

It's as if an invisible fishing net and rope are slowly being woven, eventually leading to a concept from mythology.

"Siegfried, you are a great hero bound by the threads of fate. Obtain the sword and slay the evil dragon Fafnir."

"The dragon and serpent are symbols of the earth. Slaying the dragon and serpent is the duty of the Steel Hero God, representing the steel of masculinity. By killing the dragon and serpent, one can then usurp and gain power!"

"Soaking in the blood of dragons and serpents to gain a tough body—this is the process of quenching steel weapons by immersing them in water—"

Hundreds of witches, disregarding the consequences, relentlessly squeezed their own mental energy to gain spiritual vision.

This scenario can be described as an extreme situation.

Such scenes are not commonly seen.

This approach is practically suicidal.

As the power of words was woven, the various summoning tools that had been prepared beforehand also began to respond to each other.

The magic was violently extracted from the body, and the power from the many witches linked together and flowed.

"Soaked in Fafnir's blood, but because its back was covered by a linden leaf, it was left with a fatal weakness."

"Just like Achilles' ankles that were never dipped in the River Styx, this is also evidence of the ancient people's belief that even heroes have their weaknesses—"

Just as Achilles died because of his weakness in his ankle, Siegfried died because his back was never soaked in Fafnir's blood.

"Siegfried, legend has it that you are a descendant of the ancient hero Sigurd, possessing the blood of Wosson (Odin). In fact, that is none other than your prototype!"

Siegfried, the protagonist of the Nibelungenlied, and the even older Volsunga, as well as Sigurd, the protagonist of the Edda epic.

He reforged his father's tree sword, Gram, killed the evil dragon Fafnir, ate his heart and drank his blood, fell in love with the Valkyrie, but ultimately died due to the capriciousness of fate...

He can be described as a rather tragic hero.

The witch integrated the information she had gathered and wove together words of power.

Then, abruptly.

Blood suddenly oozed from her mouth and nose.

Not only his mouth and nose, but also his eyes and ears were slowly bleeding.

But she seemed oblivious and continued to activate her spiritual vision.

Backlash.

The ability of spiritual vision is actually a power left over from the witch herself because she possesses the bloodline of the ancestral god.

Essentially, this power to spiritually connect with the underworld, obtain information, and even draw out the "spirits" existing there, is a privilege belonging to the Earth Mother Goddess...

As humans, even with the faint bloodline of the God Ancestor, how could we possibly use such abilities without paying a price?

Putting aside everything else, just considering the message that comes from the underworld, as humans, we are not qualified enough, both in terms of the physical brain structure and the spiritual resilience of our souls.

Normally, it wouldn't be a problem; with the help of the Earth Mother Goddess, one could occasionally escape danger by gaining spiritual vision.

But like now, constantly forcing myself to actively and repeatedly seek spiritual vision...

This can indeed be described as courting death.

It's not uncommon for people like her to experience bleeding from their mouth and nose.

Or rather, it's the norm; only the absence of such a situation can be considered abnormal.

Among the hundreds of witches present, their faces were covered in bloodstains.

In fact, many people's originally tender skin had turned bluish-purple, with veins taut and clearly visible, writhing like small snakes, looking terrifying as if they might burst at any moment.

Even worse, the capillaries on the skin's surface have already begun to rupture, the whole body is flushed red and purple, and there are faint blood beads on the skin.

A thin mist of blood permeated the air.

Even so, her swaying body still managed to stand up, continuing the magic ritual that was in progress.

Marquis Voban waited listlessly, his face expressionless. 4.2

Suddenly, a soft sound of surprise rang out.

Then, my gaze fell on the very center of the group of girls.

The silver-haired girl carrying a knight's sword.

"Unbelievable, the children of the Kranichal family are so talented—no, there must be another reason, which is quite interesting."

He muttered to himself.

What caught his eye was none other than Liliana.

At this moment, Liliana's face was tense, and her lips were bluish-purple.

Fine beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead, running down his chin and then dripping down.

Compared to her usual dignified knight princess appearance, she looked extremely disheveled.

However, compared to the other witches who were bleeding from all seven orifices, she was clearly in much better shape.

Chapter Nineteen: I am the Evil Dragon!

"Hmm, it seems to have already started." Su Mu, who was strolling aimlessly on the street, suddenly stopped and looked ahead.

It was already evening.

It was originally a scene of bright moon and few stars.

But at some point, the night sky was covered by large swaths of clouds.

Then, the night seemed to brighten without anyone noticing.

The night sky, the clouds, the stars... all seemed to be burning fiercely.

It appeared as if a blazing fire was being poured down from the sky.

"A massive fire... Is there such a saying?"

Su Mu chuckled to himself.

There are indeed some peculiar sights here.

He muttered to himself.

Then, they continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

However, in his eyes, this was quite a magnificent sight.

For magicians who have a good understanding of magic, it was nothing short of an apocalyptic scene.

This rapid change, this sudden appearance of unusual celestial phenomena.

In the eyes of magicians, there is a 99% chance that it is a chain reaction produced by a powerful magic ritual.

Or rather, it is a sign that a disobedient god has appeared in the world.

Therefore, apart from Su Mu, no one who could realize what this scene really meant could be as calm and composed as him.

"Speaking of which, that old man Voban even invited me to a hunt..."

Su Mu slowly walked towards the direction where the strange phenomenon had appeared, speaking casually.

However, this prey is a god who does not obey.

"But there's no need to be too hasty, right?"

"Because, shouldn't hunting be the domain of the hounds? How can the master be the one to personally appear at the very beginning?"

"So, the henchmen and lackeys I've chosen..."

"Don't disappoint me, okay?"

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The oppressive aura of a disobedient god permeated the heavens and earth. The old man with a full head of silver hair, Marquis Voban, whose not particularly tall figure stood proudly in the gale, his open suit fluttering in the wind.

In the wolf's pale green eyes, it was impossible to tell whether it was disappointment or pleasure.

"This is really worrying me... The hunt is about to begin, why haven't we arrived here yet?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, sighing.

"In that case, shall I go forward and have a little fun first?"

Even if someone is considered a friend by him, he will not let it go if they stand him up.

Because this is the principle of a demon king, and... his capriciousness.

"Hmm, it's decided. If that kid hasn't arrived by the time I finish this hunt, we'll have a game of hunter and prey... Hmm?"

Marquis Voban was talking to himself with great interest when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Under the influence of the summoning ritual, endless flames descended from the sky, spreading like wildfire.

At the very center of the flames, the tall and majestic figure of a warrior gradually emerged.

Grayish-white hair, a messy beard, and a resolute middle-aged face.

The leather armor he was wearing was rather crudely made, even bordering on rudimentary.

However, his silver-gray, steel-colored eyes clearly revealed his extraordinary nature.

Of course, what is most striking is his unique, steely, and fiery spirit.

He seemed like a hero straight out of a myth.

Upon seeing someone like this, one can't help but have this thought in their mind.

This unique quality is something that modern people, even when fully equipped, can hardly acquire.

Of course, having such a thought is blasphemous.

Because of the robust man before them...

He is a god who defies mythology, a steel hero who has set foot on the earth in the mortal realm—

Siegfried!