Ancient Dragon in Arknights

“I’m just an ordinary Vaiva who’s passing by.”

"Vaivans are mostly two-horned or four-horned, and are characterized by horns that curve around the head. A small number of vaivavans may grow upright horns, but their horns do not appear as majestic and elegant as a crown."

"..."

Nesario was tempted to kill; he was determined to kill the man before him, even at the risk of going to jail.

"Oh—such a strong killing intent. It seems you don't like others mentioning your bloodline? Lord Draco..."

The guy in front of them didn't seem to be afraid of Neltharion's surging killing intent. He even directly revealed Neltharion's identity. Look—Losiri behind him was stunned.

The tricky part is that Nesario can't figure out what the person in front of him is thinking.

His expression was completely concealed, and the only sound that could be heard was utterly calm; there was neither fear nor intolerance at the fact that "Drak still has blood," nor the ambition and thirst of an ambitious person to "use Drak to seize power."

He seemed indifferent to Nesario's bloodline.

“Let me guess? You’ve been around the Glasgow Gang… What’s it about this place that’s attracting you, or rather, your master? Is it that His Majesty the Duke wants to try his hand at boxing? No, it’s someone in the Glasgow Gang, someone who keeps the Dukes up at night.”

Unable to tolerate the conversation being dominated by others, Nesario decided to go all out – "Almighty Vina, lend me your authority!"

The effect was remarkable—although the spy didn't react at all, Rosselli behind him completely gave up thinking!

"Bingo! Congratulations, you got it right. That person is quite remarkable. When I drew this job, my colleagues were all comforting me. But—your appearance has made my performance look much better. If you're willing to come with me and meet my master, I'm sure we'll have a lot to talk about."

"I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary Vaiva, and I'll only offend His Majesty the Duke's eyes."

Upon learning that the other party's original target was Vina, and that he and Lothiri had only been dragged into it, Nesario immediately relaxed a lot—the dukes had not yet noticed him, so as long as he killed the guy in front of him, he could still remain hidden.

Thump thump thump—Berserk mode activated!

Swish swish—the steel-clawed claws extended!

Clang—A blazing, steel blade!

In an instant, Neltharion pushed himself to his limit, the strongest he could currently achieve, and he was about to unleash his most powerful attack!

He whipped his tail to his front, his claws crossed and rubbed violently against the steel tail. As Neltharion's muscles began to exert force, his oppressive aura increased dramatically.

"This is!?"

Lothiri took several steps back. Even though Nesario wasn't targeting her, she was still frightened by the aura emanating from him—her beautiful light green tail was completely bristling, and even the beast ears on her head stood straight up.

"..."

Even the previously carefree spy became serious and focused. His previous frivolous attitude of holding the sword with one hand had disappeared, and now he gripped the sword with both hands, ready for battle.

The sword shimmered with light; the spy, having honed his Originium Arts to an exceptional level through rigorous selection and training, was now ready to put them to use.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Ordinary Vayvan Wants a Peaceful Life

The human swordsman, poised for battle, and the dragon-slaying beast poised to strike before him—this scene was so similar that Nesario couldn't help but think of the moment when he himself faced the dragon-slaying beast.

Do I feel even half as much pressure as that guy? Probably not. The size difference is too great. No matter how terrifying a human is, it can only be shown through their aura, while a beast can be directly shown through its physical attributes.

Neltharion sincerely hoped that one day he too could possess a massive dragon body, with wings spread wide enough to blot out the sun! The shadow of death loomed over the land!

'But before that, let me deal with my current problem first!'

As the buildup reached its climax, Neltharion's tail suddenly unleashed tremendous power, straightening out what had been slightly retracted—the very tip of the tail swept forward with a sharp blade.

Wherever the blade sliced ​​through, streetlights, billboards, and other objects were cut in half. Faced with such ferocity, even a seasoned and experienced spy dared not be careless. He concentrated all the Originium energy in his body onto the sword in his hand, and the glowing blade clashed violently with the blazing, malevolent blade.

But Nesario didn't feel any relief—something was wrong. It wasn't the feeling of being parried, nor did he feel his opponent being cut off.

Nesario's battle instincts were correct. He was facing away from the spy because of the tail whip, so he couldn't see what was happening—if he had, he would have cursed the spy for his lack of martial ethics.

The spy's Originium Arts were not direct, lethal Originium Arts, but rather a more bizarre "Shadow Shift"—at the instant their blades clashed, the spy's body and blade suddenly transformed into a red, illusory energy. Neltharion's steel blade swept across, and the red phantom dissipated due to the intense wind pressure, seemingly unharmed.

After Neltharion's slash passed through, the red shadow suddenly attacked Neltharion. It slowly condensed and solidified, eventually transforming into the shape of a spy. At this moment, it raised the blade in its hand high, about to strike Neltharion's body in the next moment.

"careful!"

Lori quickly activated her Originium Arts, and several water orbs floating around her began to gather pressure, which would create high-pressure water cannons to repel the enemy.

Clang—Before Lothiri even arrived, Nesario was already on guard.

The human body has the advantage of having more hands. After the Dragon Slayer's Great Spin, there will be a huge opening. This weakness does not apply to Neltharion—his gleaming claws blocked the sneak attack from behind.

"Troublesome Originium Arts, but such powerful spells must consume a lot of stamina, right? How many more times can you use it? I'm bursting with energy!"

Nesario retracted his tail, and this time instead of spinning his blade, he leaped forward and slashed. As he jumped and turned, the scorching blade came crashing down from above. The spy naturally dared not meet it head-on, and he dodged to the side, the flying flames igniting his coat.

"It's not over yet!"

Nesario had thoroughly mastered all of the Dragon Slayer's moves. He used his hind leg and waist to generate power, and the blade that was originally slashing at the ground flipped to the side to generate force, turning the vertical slash into a horizontal sweep!

Clang—a metallic clang rang out, and then the spy transformed back into red energy.

'From where will they attack this time?'

Having learned from his first experience, Nesario naturally wouldn't let his vision enter blind spots again. At this moment, the ethereal red energy was not far from him.

Lothiri also raised her staff, ready to unleash her spell. Her spell was already fully formed. Although she hadn't been of much help earlier, she was now a great asset to Nesario. If the spy made a mistake, he would be hit by several high-pressure water bombs.

The red energy flashed a few times, then flew rapidly toward the rooftop next to it.

"*Colombian swear words*! Hmph, trying to escape?"

Neltharion slammed his fist against the wall, but with the Odogaron's extremely high mobility and agility, a mere three stories were nothing!

"I apologize! I admit my mistake! Please, please let me go!"

"late!"

Clearly, this spy is a shameless fellow, still spouting nonsense even in the face of a life-or-death crisis.

"You should hide over there! Protect yourself!"

After giving a brief instruction to Losilly below, Nesario gave chase and left. Losilly looked at the three-story building in front of her, and then thought about her assessment score of only "ordinary" battlefield mobility. She chose to obey Nesario's orders.

Miss Green Film, who had arrived with a calm and composed demeanor, now felt her legs go weak and her fur stand on end. She needed to retreat to her room to regain her sense of security!

......

"Support! I need support!"

【Huh? Number 007? What happened on your end?】

"That damn lunatic is still chasing me!"

【Location?!】

"Uh... the station in Norbert District, no, no, Central Avenue—go to Central Avenue to meet me!"

【receive. 】

The spy had never felt so exhausted; he had been chased by Nesario for ten minutes! He hadn't dared to stop for a single moment during those ten minutes!

On the rooftop, the little madman behind him threw out several small balls. Although he didn't know what they were, his instincts, honed through his spy training, made him instinctively use Originium Arts.

Neither the intense flash nor the powerful sonic boom harmed him, but at the cost of a significant depletion of his stamina.

"Damn it, we don't have enough stock."

Nesario was very disappointed. The scholar cat's plant research institute was just starting out, and the flashbangs and sonic bombs currently being produced were all prototypes, and they had all been dodged.

The spy then learned his lesson and used Originium Arts in front of a protective net to pass through two layers of netting using his energy.

Such skill could only be achieved by a master of Originium Arts like him!

With a piercing metallic scraping sound, Neltharion, his eyes bloodshot, chased after the burning, shattered protective netting.

As they drew closer to the central avenue, the spy's nearly exhausted strength surged forth once more—a testament to his will to survive!

"Die!"

While running at top speed, Neltharion suddenly leaped up and flipped forward, his tail falling like a guillotine due to inertia—if this move hit, it would definitely split this guy in two!

Whoosh—whoosh!

Two well-formed fireballs flew toward Neltharion, and a violent explosion erupted from his body—swirling dust enveloped him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm going to die..."

Neltharion's guillotine was deflected by the explosion, and the attack that was originally aimed at the skull landed on his back—a deep wound that ran all the way down his back, exposing the bone, and the body around the wound was covered in burns and scalds.

"There's still hope. You won't die."

The subsequent reinforcement was also a secret agent completely concealed; his personality was noticeably more composed than that of the wounded soldier in his arms.

"Kid, stop hiding. I know you're not dead."

He spoke calmly, and with a sweep of his tail, the billowing dust was cleaved away—Nesario was unharmed except for some damage to his clothes.

"Huh? One Drak, no wonder. Let's call it a day. We've already made a big enough fuss. If you don't want it to be known by everyone, neither do we."

After saying that, the guy quickly retreated with the wounded in his arms, and Nesario glanced at him before gracefully leaving as well.

Things were going very badly for him. Not only was his identity exposed, but he also failed to silence her and ended up completely revealing the truth.

"What should I do after this... Write a letter to my sister. Is there still hope of transferring to Trimont Polytechnic University?"

Nesario is annoyed.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Spy Girl Can't Escape!

Nighttime, Victoria Royal Guard Academy, Girls' Dormitory No. 1.

Lying on a comfortable bed, covered with a hand-woven quilt made of silk imported from Yan Country—this kind of life surpasses that of most people in Terra, and this condition is enough to put most people at ease.

But Losley couldn't sleep at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she would think of the overwhelming force that had come her way during the day—although she was ultimately unharmed, what followed was even more troubling.

"Nesario... just who are you?"

Looking around, the once neat and tidy girl's room was now a mess, with crumpled pieces of paper scattered all over the floor. This was no artist trying to capture inspiration.

Rather, it was the result of Lorily's attempt to analyze what she had seen and heard today. She had come up with several possibilities, and now all she needed was enough information to verify them.

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