I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 847

Chapter 60: The Next Step

Getting lost sounds like a minor issue.

But getting lost in the wilderness filled with magical beasts is a big deal.

Especially now, when supplies are already scarce. Forget about the dangers posed by the magical beasts; just extending the time too long is a problem in itself.

In their panic to escape from the pursuit of the dragon race, the troops took a chaotic route. They’re now deep within a forest that is not even on the map, and figuring out how to get out is the real question.

Fortunately, it was all just a false alarm.

“Is this the item from the Sage? It’s truly marvelous.”

The Iron Blood Ridge knights, led by Anya, were seeing the Blood-Tracing Bat for the first time, and they were filled with curiosity.

The familiar bat formed from Roy’s blood floated aimlessly in the air.

Once Roy dripped a drop of blood from Naz into it, the familiar bat emitted a strange glow and split into two smaller ones.

Not being able to find the way is no biggie; the Blood-Tracing Bat will guide them forward.

It’s known that the Lionheart King is in the royal capital, which is their destination.

When tracking multiple blood connections, the Blood-Tracing Bat divides.

Now, the two little bats pointed in the same direction, indicating that the two Lionheart bloodlines connected to Naz were in the same position.

In other words, Charlotte has already arrived at the royal capital.

With a realization, Roy looked back at everyone.

With Karl and Naz injured, he was the highest-ranking commander present.

“Everyone, the princess is now in the royal capital ready to support the decisive battle; we can’t fall behind!”

“All troops, march to the royal capital and end this war once and for all!”

The griffin spread its wings, and the soldiers stepped forward, following the dark-haired knight standing on the Golden-Winged Griffin, charging toward the rising sun, moving straight ahead.

This time, it wasn’t to flee but, as Roy said, to settle the score with the dragon race.

Having witnessed the holy and blazing sword that shattered ice, the fear of dragons had been completely crushed; no one doubted the hope of victory anymore.

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In the pitch-black cave, the dragons bowed their heads, silenced, willing to serve.

The ghostly image of the Frost King loomed over the towering stone peaks, surrounded by an unbearable, biting cold, still exuding authority.

However, the prominent scars on the dragon’s body marked the shame and ugliness of losing to humans.

“How could the Frost King be defeated by an insignificant ant? Sister Marigolds, it seems you’ve grown old and useless.”

Daring to mock the Ice Dragon King was certainly another king of equal rank.

Opposite Marigolds, a ghostly green dragon sneered continuously.

Through the projection power, one could vaguely see the terrifying acidic liquid floating in the air, corroding everything in its path. In its eerie green slit eyes, cold and sinister killing intent flickered, causing the dragons below to dare not look directly.

“Perhaps, it’s time for you to step down from this throne.”

Marigolds closed her eyes, a solemn expression on her face: “Being careless and letting that troop escape is indeed my fault, and I cannot argue against it.”

“But Krolain, when did it become your turn to point fingers at me?”

Marigolds proudly raised her head, a chill spreading, disdainfully throwing back at her opponent: “Didn’t you also lose to the Lionheart King?”

“Lord Nidhogg has already heavily injured him, which is why he sent you to clean up the mess! But you hold a mighty army yet haven’t breached the royal capital after weeks, it’s a disgrace to your name, to the dragon race, utterly incompetent!”

The roar of dragons shook the skies.

Krolain spread his wings, horrendous green acid spilled down uncontrollably, corroding everything around, making the air feel hazy, with the terrifying power of a high-level dragon palpable even through the projection.

Marigolds, too, was not to be outdone, summoning a vast expanse of cold, dyeing her surroundings into a bone-chilling winter, making the many ice dragons shiver.

The might of the high-level was like a natural disaster, and a mere act of anger was enough to instill fear in all beings.

However, the confrontation between the two kings did not last long.

Above the mountain they resided in, there was a cavern even taller.

In the depths of the pitch black, a gaping slit filled with swirling darkness slowly opened.

Just like that, a tremendous pressure solidified and transformed into a black gale sweeping the surroundings.

Not to mention the dragons below, even the two beings hailed as kings among the Seven Great Dragons held their breath, withdrawing their claws and fangs.

【Black Dragon Nidhogg】, also the firstborn of 【Dragon King Bahamut】, the second to the Dragon King among the Seven Great Dragons.

He was, at this moment, the true king of the dragon race.

“It’s not the time for quarrels.”

His calm voice, nonetheless laced with frustration, struck the very bloodlines of every dragon.

“We, the Seven Great Dragons, having endured through the years, have seen our kin slaughtered by these humans, and now only three of us remain. Yet, with the enemy before us, instead of joining forces, you waste time on meaningless disputes…”

“You have disappointed me greatly.”

Both Marigolds and Krolain fell silent, lost in reflection.

“Thousands of years ago, humans betrayed us, and they slaughtered our kin! This grudge shall not end until one side is dead! If I could, I would like nothing more than to tear those despicable ants into pieces right now!”

The mountains trembled, the earth mourned; the pain of the black dragon shook the world, and flames of hatred flickered in the slit, deeply etched into their hearts.

But soon, he sighed heavily: “However, I have yet to fully digest the power of the god of death’s remains, so I need your strength.”

Among the Six of the Seven Great Dragons, all were offspring of the Dragon King, truly akin to blood brothers.

Looking at the two remaining kin, a rare clarity and gentleness surfaced in Nidhogg’s eyes.

It was like the last bit of clarity in a sea of black ink.

He first glanced at Krolain: “You command the army, accelerate the assault, and capture the royal capital as quickly as possible.”

Then he turned to Marigolds: “There’s no need to get entangled with human stragglers; return and support Krolain.”

“Marigolds, you should not be so easily defeated; such a failure must have a reason.”

“So, what exactly did you encounter?”

Marigolds concisely relayed all that had transpired, then worriedly added: “That False King’s blood is not simple.”

“At the time, I intended to finish him off completely, but… from him, I felt a familiar aura…”

The dragon flames of Baragas and the Holy Light of the Holy Light Goddess, indeed, were no ordinary things.

The former was likely tainted from the remains of Baragas by the False King’s blood, and the latter came from the church—a mysterious organization situated on a different continent about which Marigolds knew little.

But what truly made her wary was another even more familiar aura, the reason why she instinctively didn’t pursue it further at the time.

Glimpsing Nidhogg’s expression, Marigolds cautiously yet somewhat reluctantly said: “That is… the aura of our father.”