Evil Dragon, Without a Princess, I Had to Transform Myself!-Chapter 46 : Dragon Feast

When Yanubi fled in panic, for a moment, Patunasankus panicked.
She knew all too well.
Just how exaggerated the attraction of Top 1 Princess Latifa was in evil dragons' hearts. It was precisely because she had once truly experienced similar troubles that Patunasankus felt the headache.
She had tried releasing an ancient dragon's aura from the beginning of contact with the wyvern to make it retreat in the face of difficulty, but this blind wyvern actually couldn't detect even a trace of her ancient dragon's unique warning!
She had clearly been releasing dragon might to mark territory the moment she detected it.
Being this blind really deserved death.
Patunasankus just took it as this dragon being blind.
If it were other 'Sankus'-class Dragon Lords, even without her deliberately releasing an aura, they would be sufficient to detect the abnormality of Patunasankus's incarnation at extremely close range, seeing through her disguise at a glance. Then would come the social death and sarcastic commentary that Patunasankus found most disgusting.
But just sarcastic commentary would be bearable.
Patunasankus was afraid the 'Sankus' would really treat her as a princess, though the possibility of this was zero—the 'Sankus' had no reason not to detect her scent. But just thinking about such a possibility was enough to make her feel sick.
Anyway, absolutely couldn't let other dragonkind know about Princess Latifa's whereabouts!
It had to die!
With such worries, Patunasankus directly chose to kill the dragon and silence it.
When the dark clouds churned, even though all birds had returned to their nests, the sky still rang with the sound of her wings.
Below her wings was storm, above her wings was starry sky.
Black Death dove down.
She briefly transformed herself into red thunderclouds, her lightning-wreathed claws aimed at the completely defenseless wyvern Yanubi below.
For the mortal dragon descendants without eternal life, this was a killing blow.
Yanubi died peacefully.
When Patunasankus's black dragon shadow appeared in its field of vision, its life had already entered the final countdown.
To this day, no one could dodge Black Death's red thunder blade.
In the final moments before death, countless doubts arose in wyvern Yanubi's heart.
For instance.
Why was Patunasankus here?
Shouldn't she have been slain by the Hero long ago?
It had obviously just had the misfortune of provoking the Hero, so why was Black Death the one appearing here?
Still in such a lively, terrifying form, no less fierce than in years past.
Since she was still alive and hadn't been slain by the Hero as it had guessed, why was she letting the princess wander around outside so freely?
Yanubi couldn't understand.
It simply couldn't figure it out.
It couldn't possibly be that Black Death had a whim to use the princess for fishing law enforcement, specifically waiting to catch unfortunate souls like itself whose ambitious fires had gone to their heads, could it?
Yanubi no longer had a chance to know the answer. It didn't even have time to finish thinking its questions.
A thousand words and ten thousand phrases condensed into just one word shouted from its mouth.
"Misunderstand—"
The next moment, a startling thunderbolt streaked across the night sky. Those sounds of "eeeeeeh..." tore through the air and shredded nerves.
The deep night curtain was torn into strips, fluttering in the cold wind.
The wind simultaneously carried countless severed nerve endings.
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Yanubi's gruesome corpse lay among the barren rubble.
From being directly slain at high altitude to the collision from falling, the once mighty wyvern Yanubi was now in such a miserable state that even necromancers would shake their heads, unable to perform speak with dead.
Before the dragon's corpse stood a girl lightly, holding a strange blood-colored object in her hand.
The evening wind lifted her dandelion-colored long hair, revealing an oval face gentle and fragile, overflowing with pure sweetness untouched by worldly affairs.
If one didn't notice the object in the girl's hand, her every movement seemed to have nothing to do with the bloody dragon carcass before her.
Fortunately, there was no one around, or they would definitely notice something wrong.
—The girl wasn't wearing clothes.
"Hmph, tried to escape."
Patunasankus snorted lightly, her eyes showing some disdain, as if mocking the overconfident evil dragon.
This could be considered nipping danger in the bud.
She looked at the living thing in her palm—the fruit of her dragon hunting operation.
A dragon's heart, a strange object mixed with rubble, still transmitting pulsations.
The dragon's fresh heart was still beating incessantly, as if the power wyvern Yanubi once possessed still flowed within it—humiliated, unwilling, fearful.
Patunasankus had no habit of devouring dragonkind.
Killed was killed.
Yanubi's dragon carcass might be treasured everywhere by other races, but to Patunasankus it had no special value.
However, only the dragon's heart was a good thing that should be specially kept even if not immediately useful.
Not only could it serve as material for various secret arts, it could also bribe dwarf god-smiths to forge peerless weapons, not to mention being able to hold ancient dragon feast rituals.
The Dragon Feast method.
Offer the dragon heart, perform the dragon feast, gain power.
It sounded terrifying and barbaric, but in evil dragons' eyes, this was quite beautiful.
However, it had been a long time since any dragon warriors were born.
This ancient secret art was only taught to humans by ancient dragons.
And only humans with constitutions different from ordinary people were qualified to hold dragon feasts.
This was a path completely mutually exclusive with other routes. The humans who could embark on this dragon transformation path were few and far between, all being dragons and phoenixes among men.
But even such ancient dragon warriors either became overly addicted to dragon feasts and eventually transformed into lowly earth dragons, or died violently within just a few years because their flesh ultimately couldn't withstand a dragon's metabolic rate.
Patunasankus had never heard of any human whose constitution was naturally suited to embark on the dragon transformation path.
Forget it, having finished off this blind creature, it was about time to go back.
Patunasankus glanced at the sky. She thought this wyvern really could run—from her dragon transformation to dragon hunting, quite a long time had passed. Even using bathing as an excuse, she couldn't drag it out this long.
She had to hurry back quickly.
Otherwise...
Two unfortunate souls would soon be joining it.