Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

"Dragon's Might!"

A lightning-fast force once again pierced Aaron's mind. When Aaron opened his eyes again, he seemed to be facing a huge white corpse dragon. But this time, he no longer needed Neve to wake him up. He imagined the dragons he had seen on the battlefield, which also exuded a terrifying dragon's might. His golden pupils shone brightly, but the dragon's might had no effect on him. Instead, Dastro felt once again that the human in front of him had turned into an ancient black dragon.

Neve's teaching was very effective; she skipped the basics and taught Aaron the most important things. Aaron actually learned how to withstand the dragon's might without any instruction.

Neve suddenly lay down on the ground, like an ancient dragon poised to pounce, and looked up at the sky, taking a long breath. When she raised her head, she gave off a completely different feeling from Golius, exuding an aura of majesty.

Aaron also imitated Neve's actions, lying on the ground, tilting his head back, and taking a long breath, even the inhalation time was the same as Neve's.

"The boss is going to use that move..." Igorius murmured, who had been hiding in the back.

After Neve took a deep breath, her pupils became extremely bright, and wisps of white air flowed from her mouth. Aaron imitated Neve, but he had nothing on him.

At this moment, even Neve's eyes turned a fiery red, and a terrifying heat wave began to emanate from her body, as if a furnace was gathering in her throat.

"boom!"

As the scorching heatwave reached its peak, high temperatures and air currents gushed from her mouth, and a dragon flame half a person's height shot straight at Dastro. Although Dastro was blind, he still sensed the danger and instinctively dodged to avoid it. But he forgot that his body, the ground, and his surroundings were covered with that black liquid.

It was only then that Aaron realized that Igorius had not lied to him. Igorius's saliva was indeed a very useful substance. Not only did it have a corrosive effect, causing temporary blindness, but it was also a highly flammable fuel and even enhanced dragon flames.

Although Dastro dodged in time and avoided the frontal attack, he was still affected by the dragon flames. The undried black liquid on his body was the best fuel, amplifying the power of the dragon flames to the maximum. Before long, Aaron saw a figure howling in pain in the flames.

He tried to extinguish the dragon flames on his body by rolling on the ground, dousing himself with water, and fleeing to other places, but he forgot that both the ground and the sky were filled with Igorius's saliva, so no matter where he fled, it was useless, and the fire only grew bigger and bigger.

As for Aaron, he was probably the only one who noticed what was happening. He tried to breathe fire like Neve, and for a moment, he really felt his throat burning. Just when he thought he was going to succeed, the burning sensation turned into a cough. Aaron coughed up a lot of black smoke, but he didn't manage to breathe out a single spark.

Only then did he realize that he was only at Sequence Nine. Sequence Nine usually only has one manifestation and one ability. Since he could release the Dragon's Might, the ability of Dragon Flame would probably only be unlocked at Sequence Eight. It was impossible for him to spew out Dragon Flame. Although Neve was willing to teach him, he really didn't have that ability.

Fortunately, Neve's abilities were powerful enough. It was hard to imagine that such a small body could contain such great power. He looked at Dastro, who was wailing in the fire, and felt a little ashamed.

However, it seemed that Neve was also greatly exhausted. After spitting out the dragon flame, she lay on the ground panting heavily, as if she had collapsed.

At this moment, Reinhardt returned to his side. Despite being beaten so badly, he acted as if nothing had happened. Aaron suspected that he had been faking his death and only stepped forward when the situation became clear.

Seeing that Neve had given up her disguise, they all abandoned their human disguises as well. Three dragon-men suddenly appeared around Aaron. No wonder they looked strange. After changing into dragons, they looked much more normal.

"Yay! Big Sister's dragonfire is still as strong as before!" Igorius seemed to be alright and was even able to cheer.

Aaron, however, was not too happy; his gaze remained fixed on Dastro, who was rolling around in the flames.

After struggling in the flames for a while, Dastro's reaction was no longer as intense as before. Once the flames on his body gradually subsided, he became too lazy to struggle anymore and simply stood there quietly.

His body was still burning like a self-immolator, but his demeanor had become extremely calm, a calmness that was terrifying, like a white corpse burning in flames.

"Is this his true self...?" Aaron murmured.

When Dastro reappeared before them, the pale corpse in the flames was gone. The reason was that it was stained with Dastro's blood when he was slashed by Dastro's knife.

“Even my companions dare not easily touch my blood. I’ve conducted experiments myself; ordinary spirit beasts, if they come into contact with my blood for more than half a day, will dissolve into pus,” Dastro said maliciously.

"But I won't let you die so soon. I'll have the Judges come to save you, and then I'll have them accompany you. I wonder if all those Judges are as cowardly as you. I'd be very happy if that's the case."

Dastro was truly enraged, not only by Aaron forcing out his venomous blood form, but more importantly by the feeling of being fooled.

He clearly held the Judges in such high esteem and took them so seriously. Before deciding to hunt them down, he prepared so much, treating the Judges as his hypothetical enemies and imagining how he would deal with them if he encountered them.

He spent almost the entire year doing this. He also heard that there was a powerful warrior among the Judges known as Theo, so he used Theo as his hypothetical enemy and worked day and night to develop the Poison Blood Form.

Aaron ruined it all. Aaron made his cautious behavior look like that of a clown. The result of his caution was that he was insulted and fooled by Aaron, which made him extremely angry.

At that moment, Aaron wasn't thinking about anything else. He felt the terrible poison eroding his body, he felt hallucinations starting to appear, his heart was racing, and he felt like he was about to collapse.

But it doesn't matter. Aaron has been poisoned by him. He can grab Aaron and wait for the other judges to come and rescue him, and slowly vent his anger.

Chapter 207 Antidote

"Is his poison really that potent?" Igorius asked, puzzled. "Why am I injured but completely unharmed?"

“He also slashed me many times, and I was fine. Does that mean his poison is ineffective against dragons?” Reinhardt said.

"Impossible. How could dragon poison be ineffective against dragons? We invented poison precisely to kill our own kind."

"What could be the reason? Is it because we have better immunity?"

"That's unlikely... Think about what else we've done that's particularly noteworthy..."

"We eat the same food as humans, and we sleep the same way as humans. If you want to say what's different, it's probably the blueberry juice you make. Humans get diarrhea from drinking it, but it has a detoxifying effect on us."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Reinhardt, you're so smart, I almost forgot about it!"

Igorius jumped up and said to Aaron, "Mr. Aaron, you don't need to worry about his poison. It has no effect on you!"

Aaron turned his head with difficulty, his neck covered in cold sweat, his mind sluggish, and he couldn't understand what Egorius was saying.

Egorius said excitedly, "Mr. Aaron, do you remember the glass of blueberry juice I gave you before?"

Before Aaron could nod, Egorius continued:

"Actually, what we're giving you isn't blueberry juice at all. It's a beverage I concocted from a blue berry. Humans will get diarrhea from it, but dragons will find it has healing properties. It's our secret to staying healthy."

"The blueberry juice I gave you before was a drink I made with blue berries as the main ingredient. I also changed the recipe, so the blueberry juice you drink will focus more on taste and also have medicinal effects."

“Since Mr. Aaron’s blessing is a dragon, the blueberry juice will definitely have an effect on you, so don’t worry. Your body has taken precautions in advance. The poison was eliminated before it entered your body, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

As he spoke, Igorius paid no attention to Aaron's expression. In fact, he became so smug during the conversation that he struck a dashing pose and provocatively said to Dastrom:

"Haha! Didn't expect that, did you! I anticipated all your schemes! I only needed to make a slight move to expose your plans. This is what you call a battle of wits! The outcome was decided long before the battle even began!"

Igorius was completely absorbed in his own wit, and only after he finished his provocation did he realize that the atmosphere was a bit off. He thought Aaron should be as happy as he was, but when he turned around, he found that Aaron's face showed no sign of happiness at all.

In fact, when he and Aaron made eye contact, Aaron's face was expressionless, and he stared at him without blinking, like a statue.

“Um… Mr. Aaron, what’s wrong?” Igorius had a bad feeling.

Aaron remained staring at him without blinking, his whole body motionless, his expression like a statue. Igorius thought he was petrified.

Igorius glanced at Aaron's bleeding wound and made a very slim guess: "You...you didn't drink the blueberry juice I made for you, did you?"

Aaron stared at him without blinking, but this time he moved his head up and down in response.

Why?!

Igorius grabbed his hair. "Why won't you drink it! I painstakingly concocted this! I finally managed to outwit you! Give me back my cleverness!"

“That’s not what you’re worried about right now!” Neve understood the gravity of the situation better than Igorius: “Do you still have any drinks?”

“It’s all gone!” Igorius exclaimed in despair. “It’s definitely all gone now! There used to be more, but they were all in the house, they must have all been smashed. Even if there were any left, they’re gone! The one I just gave Aaron was the last one!”

He grabbed Aaron's shoulders in despair: "Is this how you lied to me! What are we going to do now! I don't have any materials left! Even if I go up the mountain to gather more now, it's too late! What are we going to do?!"

Aaron ignored the devastated Egorius. Since it had already happened, blaming him now would be pointless. He didn't see himself as a victim; he just felt he still had a chance to survive.

Moreover, it seemed that the poison had invaded his brain, and his mind was somewhat confused. Memories kept flashing before his eyes. He felt that this was his brain trying to save itself, because a scene kept flashing through his mind and becoming clearer and clearer. It was the scene when he first came to Blackstone Street.

A barrel of wine was smashed in a slum, and a group of people were fighting over the wine on the ground. That was the first scene he saw after arriving at Blackstone Street. At that moment, he felt as if he had really arrived in the Lower City.

But now he had a completely new interpretation of that scene. He swallowed hard, turned his head to the other side, and looked at the house whose wall had been smashed by Dastro's punch.

The house was half-ruined, but strangely, the room was not completely destroyed. Amidst the ruins, a table that had been smashed by the wall stood firm. Even though the table itself was broken and dilapidated, it was still there, struggling to support the fallen wall and the partially destroyed house, preventing it from being completely destroyed.

Aaron remembered that the blueberry juice he had secretly poured out was under that wooden table.

Almost instantly, Aaron moved as automatically as those people who were grabbing drinks on the streets of Blackrock Street.

He mustered his remaining strength and, to everyone's astonishment, arched his back, adopting the posture of an athlete preparing to run, facing the ruins.

The next moment, he charged forward without hesitation.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Aaron abandoned his sword and sprinted towards that spot like a 100-meter sprinter!

He was about a hundred meters away from the ruins, with several houses and a destroyed area in between. As long as he got there, everything would be fine!

Dastrom had no idea what Aaron was thinking. He assumed Aaron was trying to escape, so he drew his sword and charged forward, his body ablaze with fire.

Aaron didn't see Dastro, but he knew perfectly well what Dastro was thinking. He knew that no one could help him at this moment; he could only rely on himself. He had very little time left, and he had to drink the blueberry juice before Dastro caught up with him.

He charged forward without a second thought, as if he hadn't even seen Dastro. The short hundred meters would only take a few seconds for a superhuman. During that time, Dastro lunged at him and threw knives, but Aaron skillfully dodged them all, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

Dastro realized he couldn't catch up with Aaron, so he drew a blade from each hand, anticipated Aaron's position, and swung his hands violently, throwing the knives in that direction!

"boom!"

A blade sliced ​​through Aaron's path, destroying the house in front of him. The massive house was cut in two, and Aaron's body was engulfed in smoke. Another throwing knife, anticipating Aaron's position, flew towards his back. As Aaron plunged into the smoke with a whoosh, the throwing knife followed him into the smoke.

Aaron briefly disappeared into the smoke. Dastro was about to give chase when he realized Aaron had taken a detour. When Aaron emerged from the ruins again, he was only a dozen meters away from the actual ruins he was heading to. Aaron leaped and soared into the real ruins!

Dastro showed no emotion and calmly chased after them, while Aaron stood up and looked around the house.

He knew Dastro was still chasing him and he only had a few seconds, so he scanned the half-ruined houses with his eyes, as if he had entered a cave containing treasure, searching for what he wanted.

His gaze swept over the shattered walls, the bent wooden doors, and the broken cabinets, finally settling on the severely warped wooden table. He walked over to the table and, through a small crack in the floor, saw the blueberry juice he had secretly spilled.

The blueberry juice spilled on the ground and slowly seeped into the cracks. There seemed to be about two or three mouthfuls left. Normally, Aaron would have just wanted to clean it up quickly, but this time he had a treasure-discovering expression on his face, jumped onto the floor, and started drinking it.

At this moment, his figure overlapped with the crowds of people lying on the ground in Blackrock Street, grabbing drinks. After he finished licking all the blueberry juice off the ground and raised his head, he finally felt that his mission was complete. At the same time, his body was covered by a huge black shadow, and a green longsword dripping with foul-smelling liquid hovered above his head.

Aaron wiped his mouth, but his face didn't show any shock. He simply sat down on the ground, turned around, and faced Dastrom. He seemed to have given up struggling, but struggling was useless. At such close range, and with the poison, it was almost impossible for him to escape.

Thinking about it this way, he realized that his strength was indeed far inferior to his opponent's. The fact that he had managed to hold on this far, as Dastro had said, was thanks to Reinhardt, Neve, and Igorius—each one indispensable; without them, he would have died long ago. Moreover, it was hard to say that he had actually inflicted any damage on his opponent after fighting for so long. Even with Neve's level of dragonfire, he had only forced Dastro to unleash his third form. How could he possibly be a match for Dastro in his third form? Thinking of this, Aaron found himself ridiculous. Was he too arrogant, or too careless?

It seems that Elliot and Theo's concerns were indeed correct. The work of the Inquisitor is too dangerous. As a Sequence Nine superhuman, he shouldn't have rushed out to take on missions. He should have stayed at St. Anna's Church for a few more months to train and at least familiarize himself with the outside environment before coming out. But it's no use saying all this now.

His rib wound was still throbbing, but at least the bleeding had stopped. It seemed the "blueberry juice" really worked; it had an effect after just two sips. Luckily, he drank it before the poison completely invaded his brain, otherwise, he would have been crippled by the poison even before Dastro could do anything.

This is the limit of what he can do now. He is now in the same situation as Eclair, and all he can do is stall for time and wait for someone to come and rescue him. After all, Dastro is not the group of opponents he faced in the Tower of the Giants.

However, Dastro doesn't seem to intend to kill him. At most, he'll cut off his hands and feet, turning him into a human pig, and wait for the other judges to come and rescue him. It's just a matter of whether he can survive until then.

Dastro was clearly not the type to give someone a final message; now, he had suppressed his anger and was coldly scrutinizing Aaron.

He looked Aaron up and down, and seeing that Aaron was leaning against the ground motionless, he picked up the blade that was dripping green liquid and, without hesitation, raised it into the air like a butcher slaughtering a pig or a sheep.

Aaron was right. Dastrom wanted to cut off Aaron's hands and feet. He had already decided to take Aaron aside and wait for the other judges to rescue him.

If you just need to carry it with you, then hands and feet are superfluous; as long as you have a life, that's enough.

Dastro raised his dark green longsword into the air and slashed at Aaron's hands and feet, at which point Aaron closed his eyes.

Aaron thought that Dastro's sword must have carried a strong smell of blood, but when the blade came, a faint fragrance wafted into Aaron's nose. The fragrance was like sunshine, or seaweed, with a faint scent of sea salt. A soft breeze, like the hem of a white garment, gently brushed past Aaron's nose, making his nose itch and causing him to sneeze.

Aaron opened his eyes and found that there was no gentle breeze at all, only the hem of his trench coat. Then he heard a pleasant voice ask:

"Where are the clothes and coat I told you to wear?"

Aaron got goosebumps all over. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with seaweed-like blond hair squinting at him with a smile.