overlord holy black dragon king

"Ha ha."

The woman was wearing a prisoner's clothes, and her right foot was still imprisoned by an unremoved iron chain, dragging her pregnant belly, struggling to run wildly in the forest.

Mingming almost exhausted all his strength to suck the fresh air, as if he would suffocate and fall to the ground in the next second, but he still refused to slow down.

He didn't even have time to look back, he just ran forward desperately with the fear and hatred hidden in his eyes.

"what"

boom!
Finally, the seemingly abused legs knelt on the ground full of mud because they could not support the high-intensity action.

With the last strength in her hands, she supported her upper body to prevent her pregnant stomach from pressing down on the ground. At the same time, she tried her best to send fresh air into her lungs that were about to burn and her head that was almost hypoxic. It took a long time before she managed to calm down.

The breathing gradually stabilized. At this time, the woman slowly turned her head away, and her fearful eyes scanned behind her carefully. After confirming that there were only trees around her, she took a deep breath of relief.

"Finally escaped"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and her hot lungs had room to breathe. At this moment, she turned her gaze downwards, her belly puffed out.

"Damn it!"

For the life conceived in her body, her pupils could not see the slightest love, but were filled with an emotion called hatred.

"It must be killed!"

Under the trembling voice, the woman withdrew her right hand that was supporting the ground, and slowly stretched it towards her stomach.

There is the last trace of magic in her body, and she can release enough magic to kill it.

Responsibility of identity mother?No, she doesn't have that kind of thing, at least she doesn't have any ridiculous emotions like "maternal love" and "kindness" for the "things" in her stomach.

This "thing" is the result of the elf king's coercion, and she will never admit that it is her child!

"Just kill it"

All in all, the nightmare will be over
A sliver of magic power condensed in the palm of the woman's hand, slowly approaching the swollen belly.

And at this moment, an unfamiliar male voice came from directly in front of her.

"If you don't like this child, can you give it to me to raise?"

——!
The woman was startled, subconsciously wanted to stand up, but fell to the ground weakly, and raised her head in horror.

From the shoes, to the pants, and then to the top, her eyes slowly came into view. Although it was judged to be an "unfamiliar voice", she still couldn't help praying that it must not be the nightmare engraved in her heart.

"Hmm, is it the kingdom of elves? The west side of the Great Avasia Forest borders the kingdom of elves, right?"

As the man's gentle voice came again, her eyes finally touched the man's face
Strong!
The moment she looked into the man's eyes that seemed to contain a starry sky, her fighting instinct in the past was signaling her to run away immediately.

Even if the other party's aura is restrained very well, as a once outstanding human being, she can still realize that it is by no means an existence that human beings can't beat!
A faint but non-negligible aura, mixed with a strange sense of disobedience, enveloped her whole body.

The sacrosanct, and, the dark abyss of despair.

Two diametrically opposed descriptions appeared on the man at the same time.

Unbelievable!

Looking past his face, she subconsciously wanted to blind her eyes, thinking that her gaze was an insult to the man.

His voice came from her ears, and she subconsciously wanted to pierce her eardrums, thinking that she was not worthy of the teachings of the gods.

Her lips squirmed and were tightly closed. She subconsciously wanted to cut her throat, thinking that even if she breathed, it would be disrespectful to Him.

Not seen, not heard, not spoken.

It's like falling into darkness.

I don't know how long it has passed, a moment is eternal, as if there is no concept of time.

It wasn't until the sense of death brought about by suffocation and the instinct of being a strong person finally pulled her out of this state.

"Aha."

The woman squeezed fresh air into her lungs recklessly, never felt that "birth" was such a pleasant thing.

At this time, the man's voice came again.

"Huh? Have you calmed down?"

The woman tried her best to calm herself down, and her eyes fell on the man's neck. She would rather die than taste the feeling just now.

"Um"

The man pondered for a while, as if he understood the "sudden" situation in front of him, he looked at the woman's whole body, and finally his eyes stayed on the belly that contained life.

"A hybrid of human and elf? And it seems to be quite powerful."

"You."

what do you want to do?She wanted to ask each other like this.

From the short two or three sentences in the conversation, she was able to tell that the man in front of her was neither a follower from the Elven Kingdom, nor a companion from the east of the Avasia Forest - the Slan Theocracy.

More like.
"Coincidentally" appears here as well.

However, most people in this world know that the relationship between the Slane Theocracy, which believes in the supremacy of human beings, and the Elven Kingdom cannot be a "friendly" alliance or a relationship involving interests. Although the incompatible relationship has not been put on the table, the forest between the two countries is not a "tourist attraction".

Most of the people who come to this kind of place have their own goals.

Reminiscent of the other party's gaze staying in her abdomen, the woman has some guesses.

He opened his mouth tremblingly, suppressed the trembling and asked:
"Who are you? What do you want to do.?"

"I?"

The man frowned, as if he was having some trouble answering this simple question.

"It is estimated that not many people remember my name. After all, it has been almost seven or eighty years."

Seven 80 years?

Around seven or eighty years ago
Isn't that the time of the "Devil God Crusade"? !
Is this person related to the Demon God?Or is it related to the thirteen heroes who defeated the Demon God?

The woman's eyes widened, and she waited intently for the name the man was about to say——

"Melo Auriclus, seven or eighty years have passed, no one should know about it."

Melo Auriclus?
This name is not what she expected, it is the name of the thirteen heroes who are widely circulated, and even in the eyes of most people, it is completely an unknown "little person".

She had never heard of the name Melo, however, with her previous identity, she had heard of this surname——

His Majesty the great late Emperor Auriculus, once the supreme king of the Dragon Kingdom.

And compared to the lord of a country, his other name is more widely known——

Holy Black Dragon King.

The holy black dragon king Auriclus, one of the few remaining true dragon kings in this world.

'The appearance of a human being in front of him is his transformation ability? '

The woman thought for a while, and she was more inclined to believe in this sudden "big identity". After all, there are very few people who know this name, and it is even more impossible for that idiot to use the name of the real dragon king to "defraud".

Of course, Auriclus is just a surname, and the man in front of him who calls himself Melo Auriclus may also be his descendant or a member of the same clan.

I heard that the incumbent of the Dragon Kingdom is the Dragon Queen named Oro Auriclus.

No matter what it is, just by feeling the aura of the other party, you know that this is not an existence that she can touch.

"You seem to know me by your reaction."

Melo judged from the expression in the woman's pupils, but the latter calmed down instead.

In the face of this kind of natural disaster that cannot be defended against, even if she turns her head and runs away with all her strength in her prime, whether she can escape depends entirely on the mood of the other party. It is better to face it calmly.

"I've heard it before. Among the known true dragon kings, you are the youngest, and the earliest record of you can only be traced back to 100 years ago."

After finishing speaking, the woman's corner of the eye glanced at Melo's lips, and the other party didn't seem to intend to respond, but just watched her quietly.

"Is it really the Holy Black Dragon King himself?"

Her guess was acquiesced.

Then, she suddenly realized that she was a little rude, and quickly added:

"Sorry, I am the first seat of the "Dark Canon" in the Slane Theocracy. Fein"