Her gaze sharpened: "You must support me to become the owner of the 'farm'."
"Oh?" Sven narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Lilia. "You plan to feed on the farm?"
"Yes." Lilia didn't hide her intentions, her eyes cold. "Only if I consume enough food can my 'Divine Power' become stronger. I will return the humiliation he brought me, little by little!"
Her failure this time was due to her own lack of strength. Since she had already lost the qualification to compete for the Duke's position, it would be better to lie low and become stronger.
Perhaps she could still wait for an opportunity.
"Good." Sven nodded. He also knew Lilia's intention to lie low and wait for an opportunity.
But it didn't matter; he had enough confidence in his own strength.
"However, it's unlikely you'll get revenge with your own hands. If he doesn't die by Big Sister's hand, he will die by mine."
After a moment of silence, Lilia nodded, then looked up at the night sky. "You are right, we are a great race."
She agreed with Sven's words.
She could fail countless times, but Karl could only fail once, and he would be doomed forever. Would Karl dare to lay a murderous hand on her?
"What a pity."
Lilia considered herself a Mature beautiful older sister type politician. When she heard that Karl had voluntarily appeared in Vladimir City, she already knew his end was sealed.
But San Marino City had brought her humiliation.
Lilia thought of those Ghouls actually uniting to slaughter her clones, and a chill flashed in her eyes.
She looked at the night sky. Suddenly, a tiny black dot intruded into her vision, and the black dot gradually grew larger.
Lilia was briefly stunned, then immediately reacted: "It's a Dragon! Be careful!"
"A Dragon?" Sven suddenly stood up from the ground, looking up at the sky, his eyes gleaming. He opened his mouth, his lips stretched to his ears, revealing sharp teeth:
"It's a Young Dragon! If I can obtain its power!"
Karl had discovered the whereabouts of Sven and his party. The silver carriage was too conspicuous in the night, so he deliberately ascended earlier.
When he was above them, he swooped down.
At this moment, Lilia happened to look up.
Karl suddenly opened his mouth, without any superfluous words, the long-accumulated Dragon Flame erupted like a volcanic explosion.
Black flames poured down from above, instantly igniting the area where Lilia and her party were.
The flames, like the tongue of a demon, wantonly devoured everything around them.
Because it was from top to bottom, there was no space to dodge at all.
Karl also didn't give them time to prepare; he went all out from the start, his body falling while the flames in the air were continuous, spraying persistently.
Hill was holding his wings, completely bewildered. Is this Evil Dragon so unprincipled, just going all out with Dragon Flame without even a test?
Chapter 180: All Fell Silent
Karl was unleashing his power in an almost frenzied manner.
"Roar!"
Amidst the roar, the inky black Dragons Breath, carrying a corrosive aura, poured down like a black waterfall.
Wherever it touched, whether trees or land, everything turned to nothing, leaving behind scorched earth and ashes.
Karl had been spraying continuously for over 10 minutes. The land with a diameter of over five hundred meters beneath him had turned to ashes, yet he still showed no sign of stopping.
The Dragons Breath continued to pour down, burning.
Hill sat on his back, clutching the protrusions between his Dragon scales, trying her best to maintain balance, watching the black flames devour everything below.
Even she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She felt it should be enough, at least stop first and see the situation below.
However, Karl still had no intention of stopping. The black Dragons Breath continued for a full fifty minutes until not a single wisp of flame could be expelled from his mouth.
The terrifying black Dragons Breath finally ceased.
The colors of the ground had been stripped away, leaving only a desolate expanse of ashes.
Hill looked at the ground. Within a one-kilometer radius, all life and matter had been burned to black ashes.
The ground was sunken, with almost no trace of anything that had once existed. Neither the guards nor the two conspicuous carriages had been spared, all burned clean.
Suddenly, she saw a charred corpse lying in the ashes.
"It's Sven."
Hill quickly recognized him. Although his corpse was charred beyond recognition, the body of a strong person was not so easily burned away.
To still have a complete corpse after fifty consecutive minutes of Dragons Breath was self-evident.
"Should the body be dealt with?"
Hill looked at the charred corpse, then glanced at the silent Karl, secretly raising the stakes for betraying Karl.
This Evil Dragon was not only strong, but most terrifyingly, he was ruthless and unprincipled.
Ambush was one thing, but he immediately went all out, spraying Dragons Breath for fifty minutes.
Hill felt that if he hadn't run out of Dragon Flame, he could have continued spraying for a while longer.
"No rush." Karl's vertical pupils observed everything around him. Just like that, he waited in the air for about another hour.
His magic power gradually recovered. In the air below him, ribbons condensed into several long spears.
They plunged towards the charred corpse on the ground.
The spears smoothly pierced the charred corpse, emitting a "sizzling" sound.
Hill furrowed her brow. She looked at the charred corpse pierced by the spears: "He's already dead..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly saw the motionless charred corpse on the ground tremble.
Immediately after, the charred corpse's body began to swell, seemingly some kind of transformation, but halfway through the expansion, it seemed to reach its limit and stopped.
The charred corpse tremblingly tried to raise its head, pointing a finger at Karl in the air, and opened its mouth as if to speak.
However, nothing came out. Its head tilted, and it became motionless again.
Although no sound was made, Karl felt that what was read from those charred lips must have been words with a very high 'mother-content'.
"You knew he wasn't dead?" Hill's voice was incredulous.
Her eyes widened as she looked at the charred corpse on the ground.
"No, I just make a habit of finishing off opponents." Karl wasn't sure if he was alive, but since he was a Ghoul, it was always right to be cautious.
He created several more weapons and continuously stabbed them into his body.
He only stopped after all his charred limbs were pierced and fell off.
Karl landed on the ground, examining Sven's corpse. His physique was not human; his body was generally curved, his limbs elongated, and his fingers were more than half a length longer than a normal person's.
He clearly had sharp claws.
All of this proved that his true form was a highly explosive predator.
The unfortunate thing was that he transformed halfway, his vitality exhausted, and he died inexplicably.
From his lips, which remained open even in death, it was clear that he died very unwillingly.
So, Karl divided him into pieces, piled them up, and then slowly sprayed them with Dragons Breath over a low flame until everything was reduced to dust.
If he could still revive after this.
Then there was truly nothing he could do.
"..." Hill watched from the side, her mouth twitching. This Evil Dragon lowered the overall tone of the Dragon race. The proud Dragon race never put any other race in their eyes.
And it was even less likely to do something like grinding bones to ashes.
"Let's go." Karl ascended into the air once more. Hill sat obediently on his back. This cold Mature beautiful older sister type Dark Elf behaved exceptionally well.
Karl flew through the air, but he had no mind to pay attention to Hill.
He was currently feeling the changes in his own power.
This time, it wasn't just Sven who was burned to death, but also Lilia, the host of the "Woman in the Wall."
Karl also intentionally wanted to see what the consequences would be if he killed an Evil God host.
But on the black parchment book of the cthulhu mythos in front of him, the page for the Woman in the Wall was still there, and the purification degree had risen to five percent.
The skill, "Peep," had its range reduced, increasing to between 10-20 centimeters.
There were no other changes.
"As expected."
Karl sighed inwardly. Lilia was burned to ashes, yet ninety-five percent of the purification degree remained. As expected, trying to purify an Evil God.
Simply eliminating the physical body could only increase a small amount of purification value.
Karl guessed that the remaining unpurified power would most likely search for a new suitable host... As the first ray of dawn climbed over the ancient walls of Vladimir City, this great northern city, as usual, burst with vitality.
Inside the mansion's hall, the atmosphere was so tense it solidified.
Grand Duke Sophie sat at the head, her face icy cold.
Muse, still in her nun's habit, stood quietly to the side, her usual gentle smile absent from her face.
Theresa sat timidly at the end, her hands clasped tightly together in nervousness.
Suddenly, a rush of hurried footsteps broke the silence. White Pheasant walked in briskly, her brows deeply furrowed, clearly displeased by this sudden summons.
"I was just about to duel that tyrant. I hope I've been called because something important enough has happened."
"Lilia and Sven are dead." Grand Duke Sophie's voice was cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
A knight knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "We received news. From the extent of the destruction at the scene, General Sven's squad was attacked by a black Dragon. We... we found some of the General's charred body tissue on the ground."
The hall immediately fell into a dead silence.
"Dead?" Even White Pheasant, with her arrogant personality, widened her eyes: "There's no body left?"
She knew her mother, Sophie, could, to some extent, sense whether a Child had died, so she didn't question the authenticity of the death.
"Could... could it be because of that tyrant?" Theresa's voice was very small, her eyes uneasy.
"No." Muse shook her head: "Sven's powerful vitality means even an adult giant Dragon couldn't easily kill him, and proud giant Dragons never destroy corpses. So, that giant Dragon killed him with a single Dragons Breath."
The few people in the room looked at each other, and all fell silent.
Chapter 181: New Knowledge
"I'm worried that Sven and Lilia's attack is related to Karl." Muse looked at her mother, who was sitting at the head, her usual calm smile absent from her face.
They belonged to a century-old noble family and were not afraid of Dragons.
But with such a large family and enterprise, if a Dragon suddenly came one day with a Dragons Breath, the impact would be extremely severe.
Sophie remained as cold and expressionless as ever, her thoughts unreadable.
Theresa timidly looked at her sister: "That black Dragon's strength is between rank 7 and 8. From... from Karl's behavior pattern, it's impossible for him to control a giant Dragon."
Muse nodded, agreeing with her younger sister's statement: "Then why did the black Dragon attack Sven's party?"
Her question silenced everyone.
Everyone racked their brains but couldn't come up with any possible causal relationship between the three. In short, no matter how it was explained, the logic didn't make sense.
The scene was silent for several hours.
Theresa then cautiously spoke: "Could it be because Brother Sven's carriage was... too conspicuous at night?"
Her words once again silenced everyone.
When logic failed, and considering the black Dragon race's moral standards demonstrated on the continent so far, this speculation indeed seemed the most probable.
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