Danmachi: Captured by Freya at the Beginning!

Chapter 42 - Suspicion!

Chapter 42 - Suspicion!

"Roar—"

In pain, the Infant Dragon kept shaking its neck, trying to shake off Charmander, but it was in vain.

Charmander's sharp teeth were firmly embedded in its neck.

"Crunch—"

Under Ethan's control, strands of magic energy flowed from Charmander's core to its head, coating its jaws and teeth.

The next moment, Charmander's biting force and the sharpness of its teeth were enhanced.

"Splash—"

Snow scattered everywhere as Charmander tore off a large piece of flesh from the Infant Dragon's neck.

A large wound appeared on its slender neck, with blood flowing uncontrollably, likely having hit a major artery.

"Crunch—"

With a single move, ruling the world, as an initial experimental subject, Charmander's attack methods were naturally limited.

Ethan didn't care; any move that could defeat the opponent was a good move.

"Rip—"

Again, Charmander tore another strip of flesh from the Infant Dragon's wound, the blood staining the surrounding ground red and continuing to spread.

At this time, Ethan took out several bottles from the 'Imaginary Space' and ran over.

"Roar—"

At this moment, the Infant Dragon desperately wanted to kill Charmander in front of it, but unfortunately, in the next second, it was suppressed by Ethan.

A barrage of weapons descended from the sky, pinning it to the ground.

Ethan, taking advantage of its still being alive, quickly went over, stepping through a pool of blood, and began collecting the blood spilled from the Infant Dragon's wound into bottles.

Dragon blood, after all, was a precious commodity, even if it was just from an Infant Dragon.

Considering the difficulty of extracting blood from an Infant Dragon, this situation made it even more priceless.

Having a few extra bottles could result in a significant profit.

"Glug—Glug—"

Having a large body was advantageous, even though the wound was large and the bleeding severe.

However, this Infant Dragon only lasted for a while before dying reluctantly.

With a 'bang', Ethan, covered in blood, especially his hands stained red, looked at the not yet full bottle of dragon blood with some disappointment.

"Is it dead already?"

He glanced at the side, a total of twelve, no, twelve and a half bottles of Infant Dragon blood.

Selling a bottle for two hundred thousand Valis shouldn't be considered expensive, considering its rarity and usefulness in weapon tempering.

As for potions, Ethan wasn't sure if it could be used in alchemy as he had no knowledge in that area.

However, looking at the large amount of dragon blood spilled on the ground around him, Ethan felt he had lost out.

He should have used a basin instead of bottles; look at all the waste, at least twenty to thirty bottles' worth.

If the Infant Dragon were still alive, it would surely curse; being killed was bad enough, but to have its blood drained as well is too much.

"Hmm?"