Chapter 526
Chapter 526 Mary and the Dragonborn
The pitch-black tunnel continued to extend before the eyes.
The destruction in this place had caused leakage in many of the energy pipes. That also forced most of the lights in the tunnel to shut off. Only individual areas were barely able to maintain their lights.
The leaked chaotic magic energies ran loose in the tunnels, indirectly weakening and disrupting spiritual senses. The disruption made it hard for outsiders like the adepts and the dragonborn to get a proper grasp on the situation with their powerful Spirits.
The tunnels of the Steel Capital were like a muddy pool of water that had been disturbed. All the powerful, weak, and mediocre actors scrambled inside the place, taking advantage of the chaos to try and obtain the most substantial benefit. Since there were predators, there was naturally prey. Of course, most of the players involved were only idiots that imagined themselves as predators despite being prey!
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Mary was shrouded in a crimson mist as she traveled in the darkness. Her bat wings shook lightly as she silently gilded with the tips brushing against the ceiling of the tunnel.
Along the way, she put out everything that gave off light, causing eternal darkness to take over the entire tunnel. Below her, several panicking goblin soldiers were crying as they scurried in every direction. Without proper illumination, they bashed their heads into walls and metal pillars like blind men.
However, the Dragonborn were terrifying creatures with tenacious vitality. He still didn’t die, despite a hole being blown into his neck. Instead, the dragonborn cupped the wound on his neck and used his powers of electricity to cauterize the wound. He then raised his electric spear and chased after Mary, continuously using blue thunderstrikes to strike at her shadow.
A trace of electricity had found its way onto Mary’s body the moment she had passed by the dragonborn scout earlier.
Even with the protection of the blood mist, the savage powers of electricity had still managed to shatter three crimson roses on the surface of her crimson armor. That meant that the opponent’s electric attacks were powerful enough to hurt Mary if they struck true.
However, Mary was still a fearsome First Grade elite adept that originated from the World of Adepts. The opponent was no more than an ordinary First Grade dragonborn from a small planar world. Both parties might seem to be at the same level, but their actual might in combat was the difference between heaven and hell.
Mary didn’t even need to use her real power. She was merely relying on her vastly superior agility to circle the opponent, waiting for a slip in the enemy’s defenses to close-in shoot an arrow at a point-blank distance.
The dragonborn scout could only roar in grief and indignation when faced with a vampire adept that remained so cautious against him, despite how much more powerful she was. Of course, he was also frantically hurling electricity at Mary’s afterimages. Unfortunately, all of his attacks struck only air, while Mary’s attacks all landed on his body.
The neck, the heart, the stomach, the right eye, the tail.
As long as it was the vital point of a living creature, her crimson arrows would pierce it. The existence of magic powers caused the dragonborn’s scales and electric shields to become ineffective at protecting their owner.
It didn’t matter whether it was the physical damage from the arrow, or the blood mist corrosion and shadow damage attached to the arrow; none of these were attacks that the dragonborn scout could endure. As his internal organs were destroyed and his life force drained, the dragonborn scout finally collapsed to the ground with a painful howl. He was no longer able to stand up with his own strength.
Mary lunged onto the dragonborn’s massive body. Her cute canine teeth suddenly increased in size and stabbed into the dragonborn scout’s neck like twin daggers. She then crouched upon the dragonborn and started sucking blood.
The dragonborn’s formerly healthy body quickly dried up. Even his scales turned dull and lightless.
The slight bit of energy consumption from the battle earlier was immediately recovered. However, much of the dragonborn’s life energy couldn’t be directly digested, and Mary stored it as blood crystals in her stomach.
“Vernasuta (Who are you)? Yabrihangustaso (You are the one that killed him)?” A strange exclamation in Dragontongue rang out in the room. The other two dragonborn scouts sensed something was wrong and saw the scene before them when they returned.
Mary lifted her head from the dragonborn’s shriveled corpse. Her pretty face was smeared with blood, and her crimson eyes glowed with a dangerous and greedy light. Blood dripped from her sharp, protruding fangs.
Powerful, pure, delicious.
That was Mary’s assessment of Dragonborn blood!
However, what attracted Mary the most was the bloating sense of strength she received from the dragonborn’s blood.
It’d been a long time since she’d savored this feeling.
Mary lifted her head and presented the two dragonborn scouts with a ‘sweet’ smile!