Chapter 231: Battling the Fake Dragon

"Holy shit," Desmond exclaimed in horror. This is the first time he saw a combat power with many question marks.

His body suddenly feels hot; it's like the blood in his veins wanted to rush out, stimulating his emotion and became unstable.

Coupled with that, a dragon roar also sounded on his body; the roar was loud and fierce; it looks like the dragon blood reacted toward the roar of the fake dragon.

Desmond's expression was ugly; his eyebrows furred when he felt anger, killing, and evil intention affecting his emotion. The strange feeling forcing his body to rushed out to the fake dragon.

System helps me control the blood circulate in my body and forcefully suppress this strange energy with my energy.

[Processing the Task...]

[System is trying to control the blood on Host body...0%]

Immediately, Desmond felt his body suddenly forming a whirlpool that almost sucked his blood dry. The blood seemed to put resistance as it began ragged on his body, making him feel dizzy for a bit, but before the blood suddenly calmed down as the circulation back to normal.

His face was livid, with his brain felt pressured as he currently suppressing his emotions.

[System succeeds in controlling the blood flow on the Host's body!]

[System now is starting to eliminate the strange energy...]

Immediately, energy gushed out from his body; the energy was hovering in front of his eyes. He saw his energy emitting a faint white light before suddenly forming a dragon head and roaring at him.

The dragon-head energy dashed forward and entered his body.

*thud*

Desmond's body jolted for a moment; his eyes immediately try to regain focus while his mind seemed blank for a moment.

A surging warmth feeling spread around his brain, making him feel comfortable with him regaining his sense back.

[The strange energy cannot be eliminated, the system success surpassing it with the help of the Host's energy.]

"Ha," Desmond let out a hot breath as his eyes shaky, staring at the notification in front of him.

"Young master? Do you need my help?" Laura asked; as she was standing near her young master, she was surprised, couldn't help but worry when she saw the pale face of her young master.

"No, I'm fine," Desmond replied as his stagger body slowly standing and leaning at the small window. His eyes already calmed down as now his focus shifted to the battlefield

This thing... luckily, it's only a fake dragon. If not, I can't dare to imagine what happens to my body, Desmond thought. For the first time, he feels fearful toward the Dragon Beast.

Slowly his understanding of the system began to extend. If he did not read a book, study the environment, nor give it a command,  the system became clueless as its only tools acted only based on his commands.

It doesn't have a mind to think, only activate when some condition is triggered, like a program on the computer, in the ender, the further action of the program was still determined by a user, Desmond thought.

*boom*

Along with the loud roar, the ground tremble with a few cracks was seen forming a spider web mark on the ground that was spread over beneath the scattering dust.

When the flying dust disperses, it showing a mighty creature with horns and wings. The creature's appearance was similar to a dragon, with a height equal to the high rock; its body blocked the path to the of the valley.

The tail swinging to the left and right with its wings flapping simultaneously, sending a gush of wave force the surrounding.

The dragon-like creature's body was covered with scales that looked sturdy, along with its two horns facing upward.

The soldiers and mercenaries were dazed as they staring at the mighty creature in front of them in disbelief. After all, not all people have a chance to witness an alive mighty creature that was mentioned in their childhood story.

While they are in a daze, the dragon-like creature also stares at the human with its slid-shaped pupil and yellow iris; the dragon-body has a brown color as dominant with some dark brown as the pattern covering its legs and mouth.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment before two black shadows darted forward, charging at the dragon-like creature and succeed slashing its legs.

*ROAR*

The dragon let out a loud cry, as it didn't except the ants dared to slice its scales. Its eyes shifted toward the view beneath it and found two humans, one male, and female, holding their swords with some of the scales scattered around them.

"Bind it !" before the dragon-like creature wanted to raise its paw, the woman shouted as a sudden chain suddenly appear in mid-air in front of it.

"Protect the Witches." The human added, when he shouted, several soldiers that were in a daze came back to sense and immediately forming a circle shield wall, guarding the witches in the center.

*ROAR*

The dragon-like creature roared; it opened its mouth and wanted to devour the two humans beneath him. At the same time, a group of black shadows appears exactly in mid-air around the witches. Their blades slashed forward only to clash with the sturdy shield from the soldiers.

Before the dragon was a success, the hovering chains in mid-air suddenly darted forward and bind its neck.

*BOOM*

....

While the battle has just begun, Desmond that wa leaning on the small window, noticed some of the assassins coming toward him.

"Well, it looks like I can't watch in peace." His eyes squinted at the sight of a short-haired woman charged besides the assassins. "Laura, reinforce the carriages and let them in." Desmond added as he began to close the window and prepared for a battle.

*shrink*

A shrill sounded; when Laura chanted, a faint golden layer was seen slowly enveloping the small window while Desmond began to close his eyes.

Custom Spell: Barrier

Immediately, he felt his energy depleted rapidly before it stopping at some point. The carriage shone brightly for a moment before the bright suddenly disappear, leaving a faint golden layer like a beehive enveloping his carriage.

*boom*

Suddenly, his carriage trembled; all the furniture was seen flying and circling around the room. The room was in a mess, with some fragile furniture broken while the hard material like sofa and table showing a slight crack.

"What happens?" Desmond puzzled, from his speculation, the distance between him and the attacker was not close, which mean they should arrive around five to ten minutes.

He saw Laura was crouching on the floor while holding the bed foot and panting roughly. Desmond frowned upon seeing her maid's clothes were tainted with some fresh blood.

[Written by DragonKnov || Published on Webnovel]