The Most Satisfied Reincarnate-Chapter 231: Battling the Fake Dragon
"Holy shit!" Desmond exclaimed, his voice trembling with horror. It was the first time he laid eyes on a combat power brimming with an unsettling aura, leaving him with countless unanswered questions.
His body flushed with an intense heat, as if the blood coursing through his veins yearned to burst forth, stirring his emotions into a volatile state. And amidst the turmoil, a deafening roar reverberated within him, a draconic bellow so fierce and mighty that it seemed as if the very essence of the dragon blood within him had reacted to the artificial creature’s cry.
Desmond’s expression contorted in a grimace, his furrowed eyebrows betraying a mixture of anger, the urge to kill, and the sinister influence tugging at his emotions. An unfamiliar sensation compelled his body to surge forward, drawn inexplicably towards the counterfeit dragon.
With the system’s assistance, I must regulate the blood flow in my veins, Desmond thought, exerting his energy to forcefully suppress this peculiar force that sought to overpower him.
[Processing the Task...]
[The system is attempting to control the blood flow within the Host’s body...0%]
In an instant, Desmond felt his body transform into a swirling vortex, threatening to drain every drop of his blood. The crimson life-force resisted, causing it to churn violently within him, momentarily disorienting his senses. Yet, as abruptly as it had started, the blood’s tumult subsided, returning to its regular rhythm, though Desmond’s complexion turned pallid, his mind besieged by pressure as he fought to subdue his emotions.
[The system has successfully gained control over the Host’s blood circulation!]
[The system is now initiating the elimination of the strange energy...]
Simultaneously, an overwhelming surge of energy erupted from Desmond’s core, hovering before his eyes in a radiant display. He watched in awe as his own energy emitted a subtle white glow, transforming into the visage of a roaring dragon head, poised to strike.
The dragon-headed energy charged forward, seamlessly merging back into Desmond’s being.
*Thud!*
His body jolted, causing his vision to blur momentarily. Desmond’s eyes strained to refocus, while his mind felt momentarily blank. A comforting warmth enveloped his brain, gradually restoring his senses.
[The strange energy cannot be eliminated. The system has triumphed by harnessing the Host’s own energy.]
"Ha," Desmond exhaled a breath laden with heat, his shaky gaze fixed on the notification before him.
"Young master? Do you require my assistance?" Laura inquired, her voice laced with concern, standing by her young master’s side. She couldn’t help but worry, observing the pallor that had overtaken Desmond’s face.
"No, I’m fine," Desmond replied, his weakened frame slowly straightening as he leaned against the small window. His eyes, now composed, shifted their focus towards the battlefield. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
This...fortunately, it was only a counterfeit dragon. I dread to imagine the repercussions on my body if it were real, Desmond thought, fear seeping into his consciousness for the first time in relation to the Dragon Beast.
Gradually, Desmond’s comprehension of the system expanded. It became clear to him that without his engagement—reading books, studying the environment, and issuing commands—the system remained clueless, limited to mere tools that acted solely upon his instructions.
Devoid of its own thoughts, it functioned as a program on a computer, its subsequent actions determined by the user, Desmond mused.
*BOOM!*
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the very ground beneath them quaked, revealing a network of cracks that spread like a spider’s web. As the dust settled, a formidable creature with horns and wings emerged, its imposing figure reminiscent of a dragon. Towering as high as the cliffs, its colossal body obstructed the path to the valley, while its tail swayed from side to side and its wings beat with a force that sent ripples through the air.
Covered in sturdy scales, the dragon-like creature exuded an aura of power, its upward-facing horns adding to its majestic appearance. Soldiers and mercenaries stood transfixed, their gazes locked on the magnificent creature before them, hardly believing their eyes. After all, such encounters with living legends from their childhood stories were a rare privilege.
As the humans remained in awe, the dragon-like creature fixed its slitted, yellow iris upon them. Its body, predominantly brown with darker patterns adorning its legs and muzzle, conveyed a mesmerizing blend of strength and danger.
Silence enveloped the atmosphere for a fleeting moment, until two dark shadows surged forward, launching themselves at the dragon-like creature and successfully slashing at its legs.
*ROAR!*
The dragon bellowed in a thunderous cry, astonished that mere ants would dare to breach its formidable scales. Its gaze shifted downward, locking onto the two humans who stood beneath it, swords in hand, surrounded by scattered scales.
"Bind it!" the woman commanded, chains materializing in mid-air before her as if summoned by her very will.
"Protect the Witches!" the man shouted, jolting the dazed soldiers back to reality. They swiftly formed a shield wall, encircling the witches at the center.
*ROAR!*
The dragon-like creature opened its maw, intending to devour the two humans below. Simultaneously, a group of black shadows emerged from thin air, encircling the witches. Their blades clashed against the soldiers’ sturdy shields.
But before the dragon could seize its opportunity, the hovering chains darted forward, ensnaring its neck.
*BOOM!*
...
Meanwhile, as the battle commenced, Desmond, who had been leaning against the small window, spotted assassins making their way towards him.
"Well, it seems I can’t observe in peace," he murmured, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of a short-haired woman charging alongside the assassins. "Laura, fortify the carriages and let them inside," Desmond commanded, preparing himself for the impending conflict as he began closing the window.
*SHRINK!*
A high-pitched tone resonated through the air as Laura chanted, casting a custom spell. A faint golden shimmer gradually enveloped the small window, while Desmond closed his eyes.
Custom Spell: Barrier.
Instantly, he felt his energy depleting rapidly, until it halted at a certain point. The carriage shimmered brightly for a moment before the brilliance dissipated, leaving behind a faint golden layer resembling a beehive, protecting his carriage.
*BOOM!*
In an instant, Desmond’s carriage shook violently, causing furniture to be sent into a chaotic dance, swirling and spinning around the room. The once orderly space now lay in disarray, with delicate pieces shattered and sturdier items displaying hairline fractures.
"What’s happening?" Desmond wondered aloud, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. Based on his calculations, the attackers were still several minutes away, meaning they shouldn’t have reached him yet.
His gaze fell upon Laura, who was crouched on the floor, clutching the foot of the bed, her breath ragged and labored. A frown etched itself onto Desmond’s face as he noticed her maid attire marred by fresh bloodstains.
