Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 222: -26- Who... who exactly are you?!

Chapter 222: -26- Who... who exactly are you?!

"Oh? Call out? Cute Werewolf Miss, are you talking about me?"

A languid voice rang out in the cave, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

"Who?"

Werewolf Luf immediately looked alert and drew the weapon he had concealed.

Charlotte and the others also looked towards the source of the voice.

At the other end of the cave, behind a rugged boulder, a huge shadow flickered in and out of visibility under the glow of mithril.

With clearly audible footsteps, a monster dressed in a black robe appeared before everyone.

It was indeed a "monster."

It had a pair of fierce dragon wings, both its feet and hands were vicious claws, and although its head had a human appearance, it also had blood-red vertical pupils like a cold-blooded animal and a pair of fierce horns.

A vast aura spread from him, carrying a slight oppressive force that seemed to originate from the blood and the soul, making the weakest Werewolf, Noah, gasp for breath; his face turned almost instantly pale.

"Monster!"

He widened his eyes, looking terrified at the mysterious figure.

It was only when Luf stood in front of him that the heart-pounding oppressive feeling gradually eased.

"Monster?"

Hearing the young werewolf’s words, the mysterious "monster" slightly squinted its crimson eyes, showing a dangerous gleam,

"You dare to call the great True Dragon Gicod a monster?"

"You, this inferior werewolf with no sense of awe, must pay the price for your words!"

As if a sore spot had been touched, the originally lazy and indifferent mysterious monster instantly fell into rage.

With a roar, his black robe instantly shattered, and his body suddenly expanded, black scale armor spreading all over him.

In an instant, he transformed into a giant dragon about six or seven meters tall!

"Giant dragon... it’s a giant dragon!"

Noah exclaimed once again.

The Black Dragon let out a long howl and quickly charged at the people.

"Lord Charlotte, be careful!"

Werewolf Luf changed his expression and shielded Charlotte and Noah behind him.

However, Sebastian was quicker.

He elegantly pulled the Flame Sword from thin air, leaping up to instantly block in front of the Black Dragon.

The ferocious dragon claw collided with the burning Flame Sword, creating a deafening boom, and a series of ripples in the cavern’s magic power.

The mountain trembled slightly, and the mithril-laden ore sprinkled down like flowing rain, spectacularly beautiful.

Under the tremendous force, Sebastian slightly stepped back half a step, but... just half a step.

The Black Dragon’s attack was blocked.

"Elf Clan’s Elemental Sword? You’re not a werewolf?"

The Black Dragon ceased its attack, its crimson eyes staring at Sebastian intently.

Under the fierce magical wind, Sebastian’s faux wolf ears were directly flipped off.

He gracefully straightened out his slightly wrinkled clothes, his gray hair suddenly turning blood-red and quickly returning to its original form as a Flame Elf.

"I am, of course, not a werewolf, so... how about you, Mr. Gicod who claims to be the Black Dragon?"

"Clearly a powerful ’Black Dragon,’ yet my attack was blocked—should I say I am too strong, or as a ’Black Dragon,’ are you... too weak?"

Sebastian gracefully swung the Flame Sword, smiling cheerily at the ferocious Black Dragon in front of him.

Hearing his words, a flash of anger flickered in the Black Dragon’s pupils.

It roared again, charging at Sebastian:

"Arrogant Elf! You dare disrespect the great Black Dragon Gicod!"

"The great Gicod will certainly devour you, drink your elf blood!"

An even more vast oppressive force erupted from the Black Dragon, and its body expanded once more, slapping a palm down at Sebastian.

However, just as the ferocious dragon claw was about to hit, a low and hoarse voice echoed through the cavern:

"Contract·Order Cage!"

Silver light blossomed, dazzling silver ribbons like dancing snakes descended from the sky, encircling the Black Dragon and instantly forming a square Light Cage.

It was the Sealing Divine Technique of the Contract God, Mitra.

Black Cat Nisi had made a move.

The diving Black Dragon suddenly hit an invisible barrier, directly being stopped.

"Black Dragon... Elf... Cat... Divine Arts...?"

The young werewolf stared dumbfoundedly at the sudden chaos, feeling like the worldview he had barely come to terms with was being crushed again.

Black Cat Nisi, uncharacteristically not arguing with Sebastian, squinted his eyes looking at the Black Dragon confined in his Order Cage, chuckling:

"Heh, indeed, the powerful Black Dragon is now trapped by Master Cat’s divine art. When did Master Cat recover his strength so well?"

Sensing the mockery in Nisi’s words, the Black Dragon seemed even angrier.

"Roar—!"

"Miserable insects! The great Black Dragon Gicod will surely devour you!"

Black-red blood mist erupted from the Black Dragon, its aura soared even higher.

Its crimson eyes were completely overtaken by bloodlust and madness. Lifting its dragon head, it roared and slapped a palm on the Order Cage.

Black Cat Nisi lazily watched the struggling Black Dragon, but the next moment, his expression froze.

Under the Black Dragon’s palm, the black-red mist shrouded the silver light. The supposedly impregnable Order Cage suddenly showed cracks and then, with a thunderclap, shattered.