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Boom, boom!

Capella's figure flew backward, slamming into the luxurious wall behind her.

However, the immense impact caused her to shatter the wall behind her in an instant, continuing to fly backward.

After smashing through several walls in succession, she finally landed on the ground, half of her face utterly smashed to pieces.

She lifted her gaze with difficulty. Under the influence of her Authority, such severe injuries were merely something that could be reversed by casually manipulating her flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, Capella recovered completely.

The moment she regained her mobility, her hands and feet simultaneously transformed into dragon claws. Without hesitation, she turned around and fled, escaping as far away from Kenma as possible.

"Hmph, trying to run?"

Capella felt an afterimage flash before her eyes, and her entire body crashed squarely into Kenma's chest.

The next second, her head was grabbed and squeezed by someone.

Snap!

Kenma just applied a little force, and Capella's skull immediately emitted an unbearable cracking sound as lines of cracks spread across the surface of her skull.

The dragon claws lashed out continuously, striking Kenma's body again and again, yet they couldn't even breach the scarlet armor on the surface, sending dazzling sparks splashing all around.

Bang!

Capella's upper half of her head was ultimately crushed by Kenma with one hand, her pupils connected to blood vessels, dangling from her eye sockets.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickering with scarlet light staring at Capella, whose half-head had been crushed.

"Originally, I thought this was just a boring visit for the Royal Selection, just wanting to casually intimidate those guys."

"But there was an unexpected surprise at the end of the journey. An unbreakable punching bag."

Just as his voice fell, Kenma smashed out a punch, and Capella's chest was pierced through, her internal organs shaken into a paste of flesh by that terrifying power.

Under the power of her Authority, Capella's physical body was close to undying and indestructible, but she was not the kind of existence to be slaughtered at will.

Finding that her attacks completely failed to break through Kenma's defense, her mind stirred, and her physical body suddenly exploded.

Hundreds of lumps of flesh residue drifted in all directions, rapidly twisting and changing in mid-air as rats scattered all over the ground, running around wildly in all directions.

Run away quickly. As long as one piece of flesh residue can escape, I will be able to be reborn from it.

No matter how powerful that fellow is, could he possibly catch all the rats in an instant?

Watching the rats fleeing desperately all around, Kenma did not rush or panic to pursue them. Instead, he calmly raised his hand.

The next instant, his full head of black hair drifted and mental power surged wildly from within his body, rapidly spreading throughout the entire palace.

Every single rat was enveloped by the mental power, then rose into the air, their limbs kicking and struggling in mid-air, yet they still uncontrollably flew toward his side.

Kenma raised his hand once more. In mid-air, hundreds of rats were sucked together, converging into a sphere, unable to move a fraction of an inch.

Realizing that scattering made escaping completely impossible, the rats transformed from Capella's flesh had no choice but to re-fuse, turning back into the battered and disheveled Capella herself.

The moment she transformed back, she struggled frantically, the flesh all over her body starting to surge wildly as wisps and layers of scales covered her body surface.

In a split second, her originally petite figure was transformed into a pitch-black dragon.

Her pair of pupils stared hatefully at Kenma, and then she rapidly flapped her wings, her massive figure shattering the top floor of the palace and flying rapidly toward the distance.

Perceiving that his mental cage had been smashed, Kenma nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that my current mental power is still somewhat lacking when it comes to trapping those relatively strong fellows.

With this thought in mind, Kenma's figure vanished from the spot, charging straight at the black dragon soaring across the sky.

Capella flapped her wings rapidly. Just from turning her head for a glance, she was instantly frightened out of her wits.

How the fuck can you fly too?!

Just as she was preparing to accelerate her escape, she felt as if something had stood up on her back.

Kenma stepped onto the dragon's back, stroking the densely packed scales below with a tone of emotional reflection.

"I heard that you can transform into anything, capable of turning into any kind of animal, and you even look quite cool."

He strode forward, walking to the dragon's head, and facing the stiffened Capella, calmly gazed into her pupils.

"How about this, I can sign a contract with you, and you can be responsible for being my mount, letting me experience the thrill of a new mount from time to time. If you are willing, I can spare your life."

By his ears, only the biting gale howled, and no response came from Capella.

Kenma was not in a rush. He knew that even in this dragon form, Capella was still capable of speaking.

After all, the other party was a Sin Archbishop of the Witch Cult, so it was normal for her to have some self-esteem and not want to be reduced to a slave. He would give her a few seconds to consider.

However, only three seconds.

Three seconds later, if Capella still didn't reply, he would assume she was giving him the silent treatment, and then strike out.

By the second second, Capella finally spoke, "I'm willing, as long as you can stop hunting me down."

When she said this, her tone was filled with reluctance and anger, yet she still had to act against her heart.

Kenma was too strong, so strong that she had no hope of resisting whatsoever. Even her diverse physical transformations were as laughable as a child holding a toy gun in front of him, completely devoid of any threat.

Furthermore, even up until now, her instincts were still frantically sending out warnings, and the threat of death constantly loomed over her heart.

As a Sin Archbishop and the legitimate imperial princess of Lugunica, being reduced to someone else's mount and slave was a deeply humiliating matter.

Yet in Capella's eyes, nothing was more important than staying alive.

"Fine, I'll sign."