Saren stopped talking nonsense, or he couldn't speak anymore - a bunch of flames gushed out of his mouth with the sound of dragons, igniting everything that stood in front of him.

Hickrad had already stepped back behind him, and the water wall quickly dissipated under his control. The flames passed through the position where it was originally the water wall. The high temperature made it look extremely dazzling, as bright and white as a burning magnesium sheet.

Only those who work in mines or iron plants all year round will understand what this white flame represents. Only when the temperature reaches a certain level will the flame become this abnormal color.

Keynes was the first to suffer. The flames that were almost no different from lava were poured head-on, and the vampire's huge body burned violently in an instant.

"Ah———! This damn flame!"

The vampire who was in a madness began to tear the flesh and blood on his body with his sharp claws, and white blood gushed out, which seemed inconspicuous in the white lava. He tried to extinguish the flames in this way, but sadly found that the flames on his body were burning more and more vigorously.

So he began to activate his own evil energy, and the scarlet energy gathered on his body, and the pungent smell of blood spread.

This is undoubtedly an extremely painful process, and even torture is no exaggeration - the flames burn the flesh and blood and evaporate the blood, but the next second they grow back with the help of scarlet energy, and then repeat the process again.

But that does work, "Be careful, Saren! That guy looks to resist your flame!"

Hickrad's worried voice crossed the dragon's shoulder and reached his ears - things were as Hickrad said. Although Keynes had been roaring in extreme pain, he did resist the burning of the flames and stood tenaciously, instead of being burned to ashes.

Saren just smiled at this - his smile was cold, perhaps because he thought of what he was about to do.

In the terrified eyes of the nobles, Salon tilted his head slightly, and the white fire instantly swallowed up a large number of nobles who were running for life. The beating tongues of flames hit the walls of those luxurious houses, burning the entire wall to crack and collapse.

The nobles who were touched by the flames were extremely unlucky. The white lava just rolled gently and disappeared without a trace, without even having time to scream.

The scorching breath continued, like an unreasonable engineering machine, in front of it, the steel brackets used to support the house were melted into hot iron, swallowing up the poor people who were too close to it. The walls collapsed around the explosion and turned into pieces. The wooden furniture and artworks burned violently before being touched by the flames.

"Oh my God," Hickrad looked at all this before him with a pale face. The fallen, burning buildings and burning corpses all reflected in his eyes. "This is a complete massacre...even if they are all hope that you will not regret doing this in the future, my dear work," he drew a greeting on his chest, "I will atone for you in front of Garcia, begging him and Elkain to forgive your soul."

The massacre continued, and Saren had no intention of stopping, at least not now. He continued to turn his head mechanically, like a turret made of a dwarf, and the flames drew a beautiful white fan in the air, but when the flames dissipated, everything that had once been under the fan was gone.

More and more people were awakened by the riots here, and the City Guard finally appeared in Hickrad's vision - with Kalek and his hunters.

Erin and Thirfili also returned to Hickrad - thanks to Saren's crazy actions and the bodies of several ungrateful nobles, no one of the remaining nobles raised objections. Everyone escaped the area at the fastest speed at the opposite direction from the battlefield as needed by Saren.

The tongue of flames is like a demon from ancient times, wrapped around luxury houses on the roadside, turning those wooden mansions that civilians can never afford in their lifetime into huge bright torches.

No one controlled it, so the fire soon became uncontrollable. The nobles who were sleeping at home screamed, broke through the window, jumped high from the second, third and even higher places, using this method to end the pain of their own burning.

"Oh my God, are you crazy, Saren," Kalek quickly walked to Saren, who was still emitting flames. The old hunter was not surprised by his dragon form.

He pulled Saren's arm tightly, his face filled with a mixed expression of distress and fear, "You are crazy! This will completely destroy your reputation in Strand! Do you want to become a rat that everyone calls to beat!? You are destroying the foundation of Chelfidu!"

At this point, the flame finally began to weaken, and the gushing of flames became shorter and shorter until it disappeared completely. The whole street turned into a sea of ​​fire under Saren's offensive. The squealing sound of fat burning and the crackling sound of wood bursting into a unique movement, and the wailing and screaming of human beings were the most critical part of the vocals.

"I have no choice," Saren spitted out his last sip of white smoke with a strong sulphur smell and turned to look at Kalek. "Those guys have been controlled, and the rest are all infected by vampires. You know, there is no cure for this infection."

"So that's it," Kalek sighed. As an old hunter, he knew that Saren had no other choice in this situation. Even if he was replaced, he would make the same choice as Saren.

Hickrad, who had been standing quietly beside them, opened his eyes wide in shock, unable to believe everything he heard - he clearly remembered that someone was cursing Saren loudly, and some people begging him, that these people would never be inferior vampires or zombies.

But Saren ignored them and turned them into ashes with flames.

"How dare he say that, he dares to say that!" Hickrad looked at Saren, a hint of anger arose from his heart. From a personal point of view, he could not agree with Saren's actions.

But many years have passed, and he is no longer the ignorant and fearless young man who was determined to fight for justice. Not agreeing with Salon's actions does not mean that he will destroy his best friend's position.

So he chose to keep quiet, not objecting to what Saren said, but not for perjury. "Leave everything to Chelfidu and Strand to think about it," he thought to himself, "I really can't do anything that hurts credibility."

He remembered a sentence that Salon always said: "People's personalities are multifaceted."

He didn't know much about the meaning of this sentence before. In Hickrad's view, he was a casual, free and unruly person. His friend Salon had to be more serious, but kind-hearted, and always worked hard for his revenge.

Until today, he realized that he was not as free and easy as he thought. His childhood knight character was still rooted in the depths of his soul and never left.

He also discovered that Saren was not a bad guy without principles. He would save the suffering nobles and help the poor people who were attacked, but he would burn them to char when necessary.

The young lion's philosophical thinking failed to continue smoothly, because Keynes suddenly jumped from the burned pit, and his sharp claws stabbed Saren's head.

His speed was so fast that most people could only see a shadow, so fast that Hickrad didn't even have time to raise his gun or warn Saren.

But someone was faster than him. Saren seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, and his left foot suddenly stepped out and his body turned to the left.

His step was so accurate that one could not help but wonder whether he had the extraordinary ability to predict the future - Keynes's claws rubbed against his chest, and his sharp fingertips even tore open his already ragged dress shirt, revealing the hard scales underneath.

Everything is so accurate, just like the steamed car beds in factories. If Saren is going to the right even a centimeter, his claws will cut open his chest.

"call!"

When Cairns landed again, Hickrad let out a breath and his beating heart slowly began to calm down. All this was too exciting for him, as if he was suddenly given an adrenaline injection.

"Ah, you damn bastard," Saren looked at his torn clothes and suddenly became annoyed, "This clothes are very expensive!"

Hickrad looked at him silently, and suddenly he had the urge to tell him that this was actually mainly caused by your transformation. Although he knew that this was not good and could even be considered a collusion in the war era, he just couldn't help it.

"Forget it, I didn't expect you to answer me," Saren looked at Cairns who was landing on the ground and curled his lips in displeasure. "I decided to get it myself."

Before he finished speaking, Saren suddenly stepped out his right foot and raised his right arm high, piercing through Cairns' chest in everyone's shocked gaze.

"Do you really think I'm going to be unprepared?" Saren bent his head and looked at Cairns, whose white blood kept pouring out of his mouth. "I've been waiting for you, idiot, you know nothing about the power of the dragon."

On his dragon claws is a heart that is still beating.

"So, this is what can save me, I've been craving for what the old man tried his best to get me," he looked at the heart and used his other hand to tear Cairns in half.

"Let me try it," he raised the hideous heart that fell all over his tentacles, "this thing is ugly."

"What are you trying... Oh my God! You're crazy!"

The confusion on Kalek's face quickly turned into anger and doubt after Saren bit his heart. He quickly walked to Saren and tried to reach out to stop his "crazy move".

But his power was too weak compared to Salen, who had become a dragon, so he had to watch Salen bite the heart bite and swallow it into his stomach bit by bit.

"Uh..." Saren frowned, and his dragon face with a strange beauty frowned, "This thing is really bad! I feel like I just ate a big piece of horse manure! It's still fresh!"

"Are you crazy, Saren!" Kalek pushed Saren hard, "This is your purpose of hunting Midnight Ghosts! To swallow his heart! This action is both stupid and dangerous! If you become a vampire..."

"Don't worry," Saren waved his hand, and picked up Kalek like a little bug. "I'm fine, old Kalek."

"But..." Kalek wanted to say something else. Seeing this, Saren simply knocked him unconsciously and threw him into Hickrad's arms.

"No," Saren clapped his hands and said to Kalek, who was already unconscious, "this is my own business."

He began to experience the changes in his body. He had an extremely powerful force in his heart. He could feel the magnitude and evil of this force, and a sense of disgust that arises from the bottom of his heart.

Kalek's words are indeed correct from a certain perspective. If a normal person takes the vampire's heart, these energy will penetrate into his body, making the person who eats the heart instantly turn into a vampire.

If they were hunters, the silver-blended mixture they drank would cause extremely violent hedging between their blood and their hearts, and the only end of such a disaster would be to crack all over their bodies and die of blood.

But Saren's situation did not belong to either of these two. He could feel the energy as if being guided, rushing towards the curse that had approached his heart.

Two equally evil forces collided in his body, and violent energy fluctuations even penetrated out of his body surface, forming a circle of shock waves around him, and his remaining clothes and stones on the ground were blown up high.

"puff!"

Saren opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood. Hickrad, who was beside him, was shocked. He took two steps at a time and rushed forward to support him, "How are you okay, Sarah?"

"I'm fine," Saren's dragon transformation began to end. He raised his human arm that had become smooth again, waved it, indicating that he was not seriously injured. "It was just that the energy collided in my body...but all the power of the curse and the power of the heart had disappeared."

"Help me go back," he said to Hickrad, "this shock made my body messy, and the sequelae of dragon transformation - to be honest, I don't even have the strength to raise my arms now."

"As for the mess here," he looked at Kalek, "I think you'll explain it to the City Guard, Old Kalek, you know, there's no cure for vampire infection."

"I understand," Kalek waved at a hunter, asking him and Hickrad to help Saren up. "I have some friendship with the nobles in the city and the city guards, so leave the aftermath to me."

"Also," he walked forward a few steps, then suddenly turned around, looked at Saren, who was being helped away, and shouted to his back, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Saren did not answer. After a while, after Hickrad and the hunter carried him out for a long distance, he raised his hand tremblingly and gave a thumbs up to Kalek in the distance.
Chapter completed!