Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 338 Dragons and Giants
From the very beginning, this inheritance was the most special.

The spirit of a hero is special; he is Him, but he is more than just Him.

He had no obsessions or desires, and he was even unwilling to confide in Rean. The information he revealed was limited to some elven past events that Rean had found out himself.

He is a god, but not only a god. Rean cannot see through Him, and does not even know if He is truly a purely benevolent god (Rean thinks He is probably not).

In the previous inheritance, the connection of souls brought the heroic spirit and Rean closer and closer.

The constant connection between dreams and memories creates a resonance within the soul—all of which are absent from the realm of drama and pleasure.

He rationally and carefully concealed everything, which naturally made Rean lack trust and understanding of him.

Li En also knew that most of these were "secrets" that he couldn't access at this stage. Since Li Ensu was a benevolent god who hated war, he should still be on his side.

"But I really can't see through it."

Rean suffers from a bit of paranoia, and since this benevolent god doesn't tell Rean anything, he can't open up to him.

"Since we can't be friends, let's become partners."

Previously, Rean and the Heroic Spirit had an unspoken agreement: I will help you complete the inheritance as much as possible, so that your power, wishes, and successors can grow on the earth, and you can help me as much as you can.

But this time, Rean couldn't understand even Fisterion, let alone how to find a suitable successor for him.

Since he doesn't know the other party's philosophy and goals, he can't talk about in-depth cooperation. So, he can only talk about transactions.

"Boom!"

When the courtyard gates opened and the new generation of heroic spirits entered, Rean was somewhat bewildered.

In the eyes of all the heirs, the first one was the most eye-catching. A giant who had somehow crossed the threshold and was at least ten meters tall immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Even more outrageous, the figure draped in grass cloth was her, not him. Rean actually sensed that this giant was beautiful and had delicate features.

Contrary to the local legends' impression of the giant as a rude and violent creature, the green-haired giant, though dressed in grass, gave the impression of a druid or elf from the forest.

Adorned with vines and a faint floral fragrance, the hair clip at the end of her hair resembled a blooming peach tree, and she observed everything around her with calm eyes.

She was also shrouded in black mist, but even without revealing her face and precise physique, the other inheritors could tell that she was a giant.

“A forest giant? A very rare species.” Rean saw it even more clearly.

Forest giants are a rare species among giants. What makes them special is their relative friendliness; they will not attack outsiders who enter their territory, which is an extremely rare quality for giants.

Rean wouldn't mistake them, because their green hair and the way they coexisted with plants were too famous.

"Boom!" The giant glanced at the stage and then silently sat down.

Rean breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that this was a friendly giant. Giants of this size, even without any special skills, could easily kick ordinary warriors like balls.

She's really gone mad here; perhaps only the spirits of heroes can stop her.

"Heh, isn't this Korluna? I can smell your stench even from this distance."

The voice behind her made the seated giantess frown.

She turned around and saw the familiar figure. Although it was a humanoid black shadow, there were some floating black shadows above its head, as if something was suspended in mid-air.

“Silvadiro, you filthy lizard, how dare you crawl out of your burrow.”

The two heirs of the heroic spirits who spoke first recognized each other at a glance, once again proving that the "shadow protection" was not very effective against the strong.

"Dragons and giants... Is this some kind of conspiracy?"

Another voice came from behind. The floating elf had long, flowing hair and was so handsome that it was hard to tell if he was male or female. But when he spoke, his deep voice echoed, making him seem like a man.

"Is this some kind of rare species gathering of song spirits?"

This is a rare branch of the high elves, a group that is usually reserved for priests in the elven kingdom, yet it can be found here.

Rean's gaze, however, was more focused on the second speaker, the dragon whom the giant called "Silvadiro." He had transformed into human form, wearing a modified general's uniform of indeterminate origin. He even carried a saber and a riding crop, which should have been meaningless to him. His blue skin and the clusters of blue gem fragments floating above his head made him look nothing like a human.

"Eat him."

"It's delicious, pounce on it!"

"Hungry, so hungry."

Rean's instincts reminded it that there was a high-quality prey before it, something its own bloodline craved.

"Goo."

He took a deep breath, suppressing his desire, and glanced at the others, but still kept an eye on the dragon and the giant who were wary of each other.

After confirming their identities, the dragon and the giant lost interest in their surroundings.

They just stared intently at each other, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

And this seems to be only natural.

The long-standing feud between giants and dragons runs through history, and although the Forest Giants are the friendliest among the giants, they are still giants. They have never had any goodwill towards dragons.

“Sapphire Dragon.” What a coincidence. Rean subconsciously turned around and glanced at Fisterion, who was still sitting there silently, slowly playing a melodious tune.

Is it really not him who did it? Sapphire Dragon is a rare Sonic-type Dragon, so the type compatibility makes sense.

But it would be strange if Rean didn't think much of it that his most needed prey had appeared here.

As for the conflict between the Sapphire Dragons and the Giants, that's even more normal. Although the Sapphire Dragons are relatively neutral, they are also notorious military fanatics and territorial zealots. Most creatures that enter their territory never come out alive, and if they encounter Giants in their territory, they will basically fight to the death.

"Before the immortals above the clouds, you wicked lizard, you should remain humble."

The words were spoken softly, without any increase in tone, yet they echoed throughout the entire hall.

"Humility? I... wait, Immortal."

His gaze swept around, taking in the other heirs of the heroic spirits who continued to enter, and also in Fisterion playing slowly on the stage.

He instinctively took a step back, then, feeling a little embarrassed, took a step forward.

"hehe."

The giantess shook her head and laughed merrily, seemingly mocking the dragon's outward strength masking inner weakness.

Fisterion continued playing the piano, seemingly completely oblivious to his surroundings. Silvadillo wanted to lash out, but then subconsciously glanced at the "possible deity" and suppressed his anger.

He glared at the giant, feeling that the giant was trying to provoke him, to embarrass him in front of the immortals, or even to provoke him into speaking disrespectfully and offending the gods.

Those truly powerful species, on the contrary, maintain a basic respect for the powerful.

The sapphire dragon shut its mouth and bowed slightly to the deity on the platform. It may be arrogant, but it is not stupid.

Both sides fell silent, while more people continued to enter from behind.

In the end, there were nine newcomers who seemed to be entering this place for the first time. Even if we exclude the three lurkers, six people is still quite a lot.

Since more people were involved in the "Hero's Legacy," no one else found it strange.

After confirming that no new people were coming in, a voice rang out on the stage.

“Before the god of drama and pleasure, remain silent,” Rean said, looking at the new recruits.

The dragon and the giant, however, looked at Rean with surprise.

"A dragon paladin? How strange."

"Red dragon? No, what is a black dragon?!"

It seems that in the face of real dragons and giants, the so-called fake dragon disguise is meaningless. But it seems that in their eyes, Rean is not a dragonborn, but a real evil dragon!
(End of this chapter)