The pride and dominance of a dragon were extremely corrosive, which was also reflected in a dragon's blood.
Those who bathe in the blood of a dragon will be immune to physical attacks, gain immense strength, and a dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon themselves.
The legend of those carrying a dragon's bloodline had always been a hot topic in myths to be discussed, but what were they seeing now?
As the pub was blown to flying pieces, a man whose entire body was covered in dragon scales flew backwards onto the main street. Those who were observing from the distance all gulped as they observed the young girl who emerged from inside the horde of blue flaming butterflies.
What little bit of pearly white skin she exposed was already enough to cause their hearts to tremble and beat faster. In fact, if she hadn't just shown her strength by flinging a dragonborn like a sack of dirt, those who saw her would not hesitate to fantasize about taking her for themselves. Violently embracing her and intimately feeling her petite figure.
The Wicked Spirit Terracotta Warrior stood firmly next to Ying, its hostility continuously moving around its body, only making sure to not make contact with Ying. Even the glowing red eyes beneath the armor's helmet became a bit gentler as it walked forward.
"What immense vitality" Ying slowly approached Adrian, who was now lying flat on the ground while covered in wounds.
She could tell that the other party wasn't at his strongest, as his dragon's bloodthirst was interfering with Adrian's mind, making it impossible for him to exert his power as a Pugilist.
The Terracotta Warrior's strength was about the third stage of Divinity Extraction, so if Adrian exerted his full power as a first-rate Pugilist, he should technically be able to fight back.
"If you weren't still useful, I really want to turn you into one of my Terracotta Warriors as well" Ying squatted down in front of Adrian, allowing him to see everything under her skirt if he just looked up slightly.
A light fragrance was drifting out from Ying's body, pouring into Adrian's nostrils and helping subside his bloodthirst.
"Regain your rationality, stay by my side and you'll become very calm" Ying softly whispered, but the Terracotta Warrior standing behind her started to exude unstable hostility and tried to charge towards Adrian.
"Calm yourself already!" Ying turned around and ordered, causing the Terracotta Warrior to pull its hostility back.
Adrian's dragonoid features slowly receded and finally looked up towards the young girl. For some reason, he felt his heart unable to help itself beating faster before he turned his flushed face away.
Seeing Adrian's reaction, Ying giggled happily, the same giggle of joy from a little girl who had just gotten a new favorite toy.
Her Terracotta Warrior was unmistakably powerful, but Ying had never been afraid of her Terracotta Warrior lashing back at her. Her Terracotta Warrior loved her, so much that it could go mad, and in front of her, the Terracotta Warrior was literally the most loyal dog.
This was because the blood of every single individual who had ever been poured into this suit of armor had once unleashed their bestial side on her young body. Even the [Protagonist], before he was turned into a living corpse, insisted that he saw her only as a young sister, only to lose to temptations and lay with her in the end.
These pedophiliac scums of the earth were all the exact same, they say that they would protect her, but when they got to hurt her, they were more excited compared to anyone else. It was as if destroying beautiful small things could excite them to a climax.
If they enjoyed her so much, loved her so much, and liked ravaging her so much, then wouldn't it be better if they were turned into her Shikigami and remained forever by her side as her toy? Up until no one could ever push her down again.
Her giggling became increasingly louder and even started to sound a bit psychotic.
Every single individual who had entered the Infinite Room was obsessed with becoming stronger, and for better or for worse, the Infinite Room would greatly amplify this obsession.
For example, Ying was originally kidnapped and held in an underground secret room, kept as a toy to relieve her kidnapper's frustration. Even after entering the Infinite Room, without the power to support herself, she had no choice but to become a toy for the characters in the scripts as well.
At this point, their minds and mentality had all become completely distorted. Ironically, only such distorted minds would be able to grow and mature rapidly in the Infinite Room, exerting their latent potential to its very limits.
After she stopped laughing, Ying waved her hand towards the Terracotta Warrior behind her, which transformed into a paper talisman in her hand with a puff of black smoke. She then gestured to Adrian to follow her.
Adrian also stood up with a smile and obediently followed Ying. He was definitely no match for this little girl, so he wouldn't be able to run from her either. Additionally, she seemed to have the ability to somehow suppress his bloodthirst, combined with the little bit of affection towards her that he just felt, Adrian had no other choice but to follow her.
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〖 A deep obsession is a good thing, but also a bad thing 〗Negary was still obviously observing the source of events here.
An obsession was nothing but one of the many thoughts of an individual. Powerful thoughts can help an individual's mind remain firm, but these thoughts should be under one's own grasp, instead of being controlled by these powerful thoughts in return.
Without leaving this cycle, unless Ying turned into a demon of obsession, she would never reach the requirements to sustain a Seed of Truth. Although she would continue to grow stronger with her collected Shikigamis, there will eventually be a day when her puppeteer [Origin] ability would be unable to control them. At that point, her only outcome would be physically ripped to pieces by the backlash from her Shikigamis.
However, these Apostles were all firmly under the Supreme God world's grasp, so it would be difficult for Negary to grant them an opportunity even if he wanted to. To take another step forward, the only choices were to see through the core of their issue or to become thoroughly immersed in it.
Negary's journey was quick, so he reached the New Royas Kingdom's capital in no time at all, and since he wasn't suppressing his presence at all, Eldridge quickly recognized him and awoke from his slumber.
In a dimly lit underground chamber, Eldridge, who was lying under the Last God's statue, abruptly opened his eyes.
"The King of Evil Spirits…" as soon as he instinctively uttered these words, Eldridge's expression changed and began to clutch his head. His chaotic memories mixed with the numerous prayers of varying volume caused Eldridge to feel even more of a headache.
However, he was still a great man among humans. After accepting the authority of the Last God, Eldridge had ruled for 300 years as the Great Emperor, and if it wasn't because of the world's paradigm shift, he would have been able to sustain a Seed of Truth by borrowing the world's authority.
He quickly recognized a different memory that had been overwritten, recognizing the King of Evil Spirits as a fake memory and that the one who was truly approaching him was…
At this point, Eldridge noticed that he only managed to recall that such an individual existed, but he had no idea who this individual actually was. The memories of that individual had completely been erased, leaving him with the knowledge that the individual had already left this world in the past.
Other information relating to that individual was still there, like what they had done and the name of their organization; but everything about the individual themselves was missing.
Eldridge knew that he could use these pieces of correlating information to form a general figure and recall that individual's name through various visions, but he hesitated.
Having reached this point, he knew that the true names of entities contain power, and recalling that individual's name was equivalent to putting their grip on his head, giving them free rein to crush his memories.
Suddenly, a sense of failure appeared on Eldridge's mind. The other party was now so strong that even without using their true name as support, they could probably still crush him like a bug. He understood this fact, but he didn't have the courage to recall that name.
Laughing to himself, Eldridge discarded those thoughts. Now that the other party was already right in front of him, what use is there to think about it any further?
Using certain anecdotes as a basis, Eldridge finally uttered the name: "Have you returned to this world? Negary!"
〖 I have 〗Negary answered as he once again walked up these same stairs to meet his own acquaintance. He was the same as when Negary beheaded him the previous time, but both of them had become completely different.
