Chapter 105: Chapter 36: The Vampire, Oni And Pendragon

'Hmmm... he looks strong, but nothing compared to my beloved Lancelot. However, if I don't take every enemy seriously, Lancelot might spank my ass and not sleep with me again!'

"Tiamat! Come!"

"ROAR!" The roar of a huge red dragon, now with the blood of a dragon emperor, she had evolved her bloodline, with long curved horns and beautiful crimson scales, was a great red dragon on the precipice of evolving to an Empress level bloodline!

The earth shook as Tiamat landed next to Guinevere, her ruby eyes shining with intelligence and wisdom beyond her years as she stared at the orc commander, letting out a terrifying roar.

BOOM!!!

The shockwave caused by Tiamat's roar crushed the orc commander's body inward, his armour breaking apart under immense pressure. He held up his axe, gritting his teeth as he resisted the pressure, his muscles bulging as veins appeared all over his body.

"GRRRR..."

He roared back, the axe in his hand glowing red hot as it released a terrifying amount of energy, counteracting Tiamat's roar.

The orc commander's body expanded suddenly, his muscles growing exponentially as his skin turned grey, a strange pattern appearing on his body as runes glowed on his armour, signifying that it was a magic artefact.

"Grrrrrr!"

His roar now matched Tiamat's strength, the ground beneath him cracking open as he rushed forward, his axe slicing through the air, aimed straight at Tiamat's neck.

Guinevere frowned slightly when she saw this orc commander; the first time an orc had managed to match her dragon roar.

'How interesting.'

She smiled, dashing forward, her spear moving faster than the eye could see as she intercepted "Longinus!" Guinevere summoned her strongest weapon before rushing forward, a huge burst of dragon breath dancing around her body, the flames nothing but a warm bath for Guin as her archers continued to fire at the orc warriors to disorient and part them.

BOOOM!!!

The earth shattered, blowing away the orcs with huge chunks of the ground floating and smashing into nearby trees as Guinevere clashed against the orc commander. Her spear collided with his axe, a terrible shockwave exploding outward as both sides fought for dominance.

BOOOM!!!

Another shockwave exploded outwards, Guinevere pushing the orc commander back slightly, her spear thrusting forward, aiming directly at his heart.

"GRRR!"

The orc commander roared, his body glowing with a deep purple aura, his strength increasing significantly as he parried Guinevere's spear thrust with ease, immediately counterattacking.

"Longinus!"

BOOOM!!!

BOOOOM!!!

Shockwaves exploded continuously as Guinevere fought against the orc commander, their movements fast and explosive, causing the entire forest The spear of Guinevere began to glow a brilliant gold as she started to thrust towards the heart of the orc, rapidly, seven thrusts in two seconds.

A final shockwave exploded outwards, Guinevere smiling brilliantly as she stood tall, Longinus piercing right through the orc commander's heart.

"Hahaha!! That was fun!" Guinevere laughed happily, withdrawing Longinus, watching the orc commander fall backwards, dead.

Her archers quickly rushed forward, surrounding Guinevere as they eliminated the other orc warriors, not wanting them to disturb Guinevere's rest.

"Well done, everyone! We make camp here tonight and then continue moving eastward tomorrow. Make sure we clear these bodies!" Guinevere ordered, receiving cheers from her archers, who started clearing the bodies as Guinevere lay down on Tiamat's soft red scales, closing her eyes and entering meditation.

"Well done, my Lord; it seems that your power has greatly increased since becoming a vampire empress... and your exhaustion is but a fraction of the past," Tiamat said with a motherly tone as she felt Guinevere's fangs sink into her chest.

Guinevere drank Tiamat's dragon blood greedily, her power rising significantly as she absorbed the dragon blood. She then relaxed, lying against Tiamat's scales again as she rested.

"Yes, the power of vampirism is truly astounding! But my heart and desire to rush to his side, causing me to feel unbearable pain..." Guinevere sighed, tears falling down her cheeks as she thought of Lancelot. Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Tiamat nuzzled Guinevere gently, using her claw to hold Guinevere closer to her body.

Since the transformation, her emotions became quite extreme when it involved Lancelot—she would grow angry and upset and even cry easily while tearing her enemy apart because Lancelot didn't read her message or speak to her. It was a fearful mindset, one that caused Tiamat quite some bother.

However, Guinevere was still her master, someone Tiamat loved and cared about dearly.

'I hope Lancelot messages her soon...' Tiamat sighed internally, not knowing how to help her master.

Guinevere slept against Tiamat, her archers setting up camp as Sherwood soldiers arrived, clearing the battlefield completely as they prepared food.

Meanwhile, to the far west of Camelot.

Inside a lush castle, a female lounged in thick robes with two layers while eating fried meats on a plate and looking bored at the visitor sitting before her.

"What is the meaning of this, Demon Queen Rena!"

The human male with his balding hair shouted—this man was a member of the Pendragon family and was sent by Uther after they received notice that the Oni tribe and Demon Queen would no longer work with them. They wanted to teleport close to her dungeon, but it was destroyed completely, and their troops were massacred.

Now they were here to demand an answer; an eerie woman standing with a group of female knights had also come but didn't look too bothered or angry about the event. Instead, she was listening intently to the conversation.

"Hmmm?" Rena yawned lazily, drinking some wine before turning to stare at the bald Pendragon.

"Oh, you mean why I killed your troops and destroyed your teleportation array? Isn't it obvious? You hurt my man, asked me to attack my husband... of course, I'd retaliate." Rena answered lazily, yawning again as she ate some fried meat, licking her lips seductively as she looked at the bald Pendragon.

"What do you mean retaliate?! Uther explicitly permitted you to attack the Lord we marked; he helped you establish your city! And you dare turn your back on us?!" Bald Pendragon roared, slamming his hands on the table, his face red angrily.

*Crack*

Before he could remove his hand, the entire arm slammed against the distant wall—as blood poured from his shoulder and stained the wall, a large mace had attacked him.

It wasn't Rena but Milvar who stood with a faint smile, "I dare you to speak another lie. Do not forget who protected your inferior race and pathetic "Pendragon" family when you were like dogs in the rain!"

Milvar glared coldly at the bald Pendragon, causing his body to shiver as he stared at his severed arm, fear filling his eyes.

Bald Pendragon shivered, his face pale as he tried to move his arm. However, it stayed motionless. His severed arm had been crushed into a pulp by Milvar, the bones scattered everywhere.

Rena nodded in approval, glaring at Bald Pendragon, "Uther permitted me to attack Lancelot—yes, I lost, and he took my body and heart as his prize. I was defeated in both battle and the bedroom. Do you understand what kind of man it takes to do such a thing to an oni?" Her large body looked down at the man as if mocking him in all senses.

That was when the female knight stepped forward, her crimson blade shimmering like a deadly trinket. "Oh? Is the Legendary Demon Queen Rena just a bitch, a mere slave to a large cock? Haha."

However, Rena just looked at her with a smile, "Mmmm, his cock is huge, and so is his desire to win and that swordsmanship is unmatched in battle or the bed." Lancelot left an everlasting image on Rena's heart; the fierce Oni were a very loyal and romantic race once they met a spouse, especially ones that tried to meet their desires, and Lancelot exceeded all of Rena's.

Thus, Lancelot was akin to the most heroic and legendary men to her. She would defend him till death or be together with him in life; Rena knew Lancelot did not love her yet, but she was fine with that.

She would be happy to stay by his side and fight alongside him.

However, Rena glanced coldly at the female knight, "But do not think Lancelot will treat you like he did me—he fucked my brains out, and my pussy was dripping with cum for days while I couldn't walk. He fucked me so hard I crave his cock constantly!" Rena's words were filled with desire; licking her lips as she remembered Lancelot fucking her nonstop.

The female knight looked embarrassed, her face red as she never heard such vulgar words, but the image of this monster... A monster who managed to scar her sick and twisted brother...

She stopped showing hostility, rather looking at Rena with a strange eye.

"How can I meet him to fight this monster you speak of? I want to test my swordsmanship and show you he is but a man!" The female knight exclaimed, drawing strange looks from Bald Pendragon.

Rena raised her eyebrow, chuckling softly, "If you wish to fight him, you need to be powerful enough to do so—if you cannot, Lancelot will defeat you instantly and fuck you silly like he did me." Rena laughed, waving her hand as Milvar took away Bald Pendragon, his cries echoing throughout the room as they left.

"You may leave, Miss Pendragon. I will not be hostile towards you and your Scarlet knights. However, your father and brother are different; they seek to kill my husband. You don't; your's is merely the challenge of a warrior and... soon-to-be a woman." Rena chuckled softly, waving her hand as guards escorted Miss Pendragon and her knights out politely.

"Join me for a drink if you wish to know about him. I always accept those who respect our ways and my beloved."

The female knight blushed heavily, nodding as she left, thinking deeply about Lancelot—she wondered how she could fight this legendary man or monster...

Yet the biggest image in her mind was that she was defeated by him in sex and battle, making her mind go crazy as the images of her disgusting brother and father who would try to touch her... or show themselves made her feel the contents of her stomach churn.

"Lancelot... I heard he was both exceptionally handsome, and his sword dance was ethereal... I want my Scarlet Waltz to clash with his Blade dance..."

Like Lancelot, Arthurs's sister was a sword idiot and loved battle more than intrigue and politics...