Soul Of Negary

As Negary moved forward, none of the entities around him noticed his existence at all. The only thing they recognized was that someone had just walked past, but they had no idea who or what they looked like.

Even as the mere embodiment of Negary's human aspect, his existence was far beyond the comprehension of normal people. As long as Negary wasn't purposely suppressing the informational radiation from his existence, those people's survival instincts would tell them to not receive Negary's informational radiation, otherwise, their sense of perception might collapse where they stand.

This was the same for even first-rate Pugilists, in fact, as their senses far surpass those of normal people, their natural survival instincts were desperately warning them to completely shut off their senses.

All they could sense was that something extremely terrifying was walking past them, a sense of fear that surpassed even that of life and death.

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As Negary walked past, a man sitting in a certain pub in that city tried to take a sip of his ale with his shaking hands, but his trembling had caused most of the liquid to splash onto his body instead.

Ever since becoming a Pugilist and successfully completing the Burning Soul Tempering process, Adrian had not felt fear, but today that sense of fear had manifested into a heavy shadow that would not disappear, constantly plaguing his mind.

Under his skin, something was wiggling, causing his originally wheat-colored skin to shift and manifest into scales, a sense of bloodthirst was once again wavering him.

Adrian's ancestor was a mundane knight in every sense of the word, the only thing about him that wasn't mundane was the fact that he killed a certain monster.

During the Age of Flame, that monster was called a Bizarre Scales, which people now call Dragonborn Demons.

His ancestor who killed the Bizarre Scales was splashed with a lot of the monster's blood, which caused his body to become dragonoid whenever he felt overwhelming emotions. This process would result in an almost insuppressible sense of bloodthirst that had been passed down throughout the generations until it reached Adrian.

Thanks to his dragon bloodline's superior constitution, Adrian's path to becoming a Pugilist wasn't particularly difficult. The only issue that plagued him was that the more he practiced [Bone Forge Art], the easier it became for him to be dragonoid. In the past, he would only become dragonoid whenever he felt any sort of overwhelming emotions, but now, just a slight bit of emotional imbalance could cause him to become dragonoid.

Additionally, even without becoming dragonoid, his body had started to undergo various changes. At this point, he felt that if he just opened his mouth and shouted too loudly, fire would literally come out.

To suppress his own emotions, Adrian usually drowns himself in alcohol in order to place himself in a state of deliria, which also suppresses his bloodthirst.

However, as absolute terror walked past him earlier, this equilibrium was broken and he completely sobered up. The will contained within his dragon's blood also seemed to have been frightened awake and immediately began to act up as soon as the terror left.

Knowing that things weren't going well, Adrian hurriedly stood up and rushed outside. He can't stall any longer, otherwise, too many people in this city would die.

In response to that, two muscular men who were guarding the pub's door stood up, obviously not intending to let anyone leave without paying.

Their muscular arms blocked the door and declared: "Drunkard, you still haven't paid"

Adrian looked up as his eyes slowly became red, as he briefly opened his mouth, the smell of sulfur could be clearly felt.

Right as Adrian was about to lose it, a female voice spoke up at the door.

A beautiful young girl who wore luxurious clothing with a flower parasol in her hand stared straight at Adrian: "I had thought that it was the Dragon Warrior, but you're just a half-insane dragonborn. Oh well, good enough"

"Spirit Moth!" Ying softly uttered, causing the blue bursts of flame around her to explode into numerous blue flaming butterflies that flew towards Adrian.

Recognizing the unadulterated hostility directed towards him, Adrian could no longer hold himself back and openly roared, firing a burst of extremely hot flames that burned the two muscular door guards to a crisp in a split second.

However, the blue flaming butterflies simply flew through his flames and rushed straight towards Adrian's body before exploding. The intense explosion flung his body back into the pub, crashing into the counter.

Everyone who had some level of insight in the pub had already started to flee for their lives, naturally skipping out on paying for their drinks, while those who hadn't managed to sober up were still blankly looking around for the source of the abrupt noise.

A large number of blue flaming butterflies then swarmed the pub, which those drunkards tried touching, only to see an explosion of blue fireworks accompanied by the bloody fireworks created from their own arms.

Ying slowly entered the messed-up pub while spinning her flower parasol. Some of the blue flaming butterflies were flying around her, some had even landed directly on her body.

Behind the counter, Adrian struggled a bit to stand up. His clothing had already been completely ruined by the earlier explosion, which fully exposed his body. The wounds caused by those explosions earlier were rapidly closing back up while scales swiftly grew all over his body.

"Immense vitality, extremely high resistance against magical and physical attacks. If converted into a bloodline, it should be around A-rank" Ying commented.

If it didn't have the side effects of lowering one's rationality, this bloodline might have been judged to be higher ranked.

「 Gaah! 」Adrian uttered a low growl, then pounced forward as a blurred shadow.

His eyes that clearly revealed his bloodthirsty desires drew two glowing lines in the air, his scale-covered hand reaching Ying's face in an instant.

However, a black hand swiftly caught Adrian's dragon claw. The long nails of the large black hand clearly exuded a foul stench of blood, which belonged to a 4-meter black figure who had just appeared behind Ying.

The figure was wearing a strange suit of bulky armor with eastern aesthetics, an oni mask on their face, and a golden bow on their back.

Wicked Spirit Terracotta Warrior, one of Ying's main Shikigamis. It wasn't a Shikigami that she exchanged for from the system, but something that Ying created in a real colonized world. By using an ancient suit of armor as the catalyst, Ying murdered over a hundred named generals of that world, pouring it into the armor to create a world-class demon.

This was an autonomous weapon that can bear a large amount of energy by itself. It also contains a huge amount of grudge that acts as both the anchor and restraints that would swiftly pull the armor back together even if it was broken or destroyed.

Most importantly, during one of her later missions, she had rubbed the blood of a certain goddess onto the armor and had the [Protagonist] of that world wear it, which completely fused the [Protagonist] into itself, refining him into a living dead.

With such a Shikigami, as long as she doesn't get affected by its backlash, Ying would be capable of completely sweeping across the majority of Mission Realms by herself, and this was only one of her four strongest Shikigamis.

Adrian was continually struggling in order to get free, the Wicked Spirit Terracotta Warrior's strength was terrifying, so much so that he still couldn't break free after becoming fully dragonoid. And so, he decided that he simply would not break free.

As a certain connection within his soul was stimulated, aura surged forward from Adrian's body and was infused into the warrior's hand, causing its black flesh to bulge up and explode. Adrian then turned his wrist and continued to move forward, aiming straight towards Ying's beautiful small face.

During a frenzy, a dragonoid person wouldn't care whether or not the one they're killing was beautiful, so the dragon claw swiftly caught her head and squashed it.

However, what poured out from Adrian's grip wasn't blood, but instead more blue flaming butterflies