I'm really not a dragon.

"So, Salofak, what choice will you make?"

In the desolate manor, Thorin Silver Shield sat at his desk, toying with his black blade. Sunlight streamed in from behind him, casting a halo around his silhouette.

He wasn't in a hurry to get the answer, or perhaps he already knew the answer.

Shalovak, hidden in the shadows, spoke: "My brother, the moment he refused to become a god, it was destined that our father would return after his death. We cannot ultimately fight against a god! Besides, he is old, and Baal will eventually return."

"Prove it to me, Salovey!"

Thorlin gripped the blade in reverse and presented the black blade.

"Once you step outside, a group will be waiting for you: the Winterwalkers of Icewind Dale, the Barbarians of the Path of the Colossus, the Shadow Monks of the Church of the Night Maidens... They are all waiting for you."

A pair of rough, scarred hands gripped the hilt of a sword and dragged it into the shadows.

……

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The Grand Duke, transformed into a killer, went to the city with only one purpose: another Son of Baal was also in the city.

The bloodline of the Son of Baal instinctively seeks out his brother, either Shalovak or the Duke of Silver Shield.

A legendary killer, whoever he chooses to target, will always be the subject of a spectacular drama.

Even if I die, it'll be worth the price of admission!

Thinking of this, Su En immediately perked up.

At this moment, the paladins and high-ranking professionals were gathered together discussing...

Even professional scholars don't know much about the Killer form. It's been a hundred years since the last Killer appeared, and Baal has been dead for a century.

In Faerûn, studying a dead god has a certain probability of causing him to rise from the ashes.

For example, there is a certain goddess of illusion. Some people firmly believe that she is dead, while others believe that her death was actually an illusion.

The northern barbarians put down the wild boar and placed the foaming-at-the-mouth dwarf on its back.

"What's wrong with Brian?" Suen asked curiously.

"The mage Brian cursed the attacker with the Book of Hatred, and then the curse was reflected back onto himself."

The dwarf was holding the wild boar, foaming at the mouth and making muffled noises, as if he were complaining about something.

Suen shook his head inwardly. This dwarf was actually defeated by his own magic. He was not worthy of being a mage.

On the other side, the drow paladin approached the three. She had changed into light and neat casual clothes, and a rapier was slung at her waist.

"Thank you." She nodded slightly, her face revealing no emotion.

"Don't rush to thank me, Duke Flame Fist has escaped."

"We will save him. Several friends have mentioned you, and the Grand Duke has already promised your friends. So, if he can recover..."

Suen was slightly relieved: "If he can recover, it's best to keep the fact that he is the killer from Baldur's Gate. He is the mastermind behind all this and the main cause of the atrocities."

"Are you trying to tell me that you doubt the Duke of Silver Shield?" Lisella looked at him meaningfully.

"That's right, and as the son of Baal, the Slayer's next target is very likely to be Thorlin Silver Shield!"

At this moment, a figure wearing mithril armor walked into the crowd. Warden Artorias raised an eyebrow imperceptibly. He might not be able to see through Suen's disguise, but judging from the attitude of the northern barbarians towards him, he could guess seven or eight out of ten things.

He listened to their conversation.

"Oh, according to this mage who's wrapped in bandages, our Duke is very likely to rush into the upper city."

"Possibly!"

"If the Grand Duke goes to the Upper City, it might be an opportunity. Who can save the Grand Duke? Perhaps only his daughter."

A hesitant voice suddenly rang out from the crowd. It was Urd Ravengar, the Grand Duke's personal bodyguard and right-hand man, who looked hesitant.

"The Grand Duke also has a daughter!"

A group of people looked puzzled. They didn't know much about the Grand Duke's daughter, and many of them didn't even know that the Grand Duke had a daughter. They had always thought that the Grand Duke had no heir.

Duke Flame Fist has never made it public.

The warden glanced at Suen and asked, "Really? Urd?"

"That's probably true. The Grand Duke's daughter has some special abilities. I can't describe that power. Even truly upright people can be led astray by that power, without exception, as I have seen."

A psychedelic look appeared on Urd Ravengar's face, a look that was both fear and longing.

"According to you, the Grand Duke's daughter seems to be in danger!" The drow paladin keenly sensed Urd's fear.

Urd Ravengard looked troubled. "But she can indeed awaken the Grand Duke's sanity, that's all I know. Alas, I can't reveal any more, I'm sorry."

The rest is quite simple.

The paladin will track down the Grand Duke in his killer form, try to subdue him, and then seek the help of the Grand Duke's daughter.

As for Suen, he had prepared two plans for himself.

Follow the paladin to save Grand Duke Flamefist, and when things go wrong, activate the devil's plan.

-

The killer did not hide his whereabouts, or rather, it is difficult for a person who has lost their mind to conceal their whereabouts.

He committed a series of horrific massacres.

The flowers and banners that should have been welcoming Duke Flamefist were now stained with the blood of innocent people, and the Baldur's people who had once sung and danced joyfully were now lying in pools of blood.

Blood splattered along the coastal road as the monster walked and stopped, as if searching for something.

When the pursuing team finally spotted him, the terrifying beast was surrounded by a group of fanatical Baal assassins, who were engaged in battle with the Flamefist mercenaries.

Normally, these Baal assassins would hide in the light and walk in the darkness.

But now the killers have reappeared, and they can no longer hide; they've all come out.

The killer is the blessing of the great murderer Baal for his offspring.

A son of Baal must die at the hands of his own blood relatives; this is the true sacrifice to Baal, the god of murder.

The paladins looked rather grim, probably because it was the first time they had discovered that Baldur's Gate was hiding so many cultists who couldn't be brought to the light of day.

"Get ready to act!"

Urd Ravengar, the Grand Duke's right-hand man, became the temporary commander of the team, and he had just spoken.

Suddenly, thunderous footsteps echoed through the street.

A massive anchor, accompanied by the howling wind, crashed straight into the ranks of the Flame Fist Guard.

Before the three Flame Fist mercenaries could even let out a scream, they instantly lost their upper bodies, and crimson blood gushed from between their crushed limbs.

The blood-stained steel chain on the anchor head was slowly dragged.

A humanoid creature nearly two meters tall gripped one end of a steel chain, wrapping it around its arm in circles. It wore crudely made armor, the edges of which even had unpolished steel spikes. The ill-fitting armor clanged as it moved.

The giant, dragging a heavy weapon resembling an anchor, slowly uttered his name, "The Path of the Colossus, Cubas!"

A biting wind rose, and snowflakes fell from the sky. In an instant, the snowflakes turned into a dazzling blizzard.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

An elf riding a reindeer appeared in the wind and snow, revealing a pale profile and light blue lips; she was a rare beauty of ice and snow.

The elf looked at everyone with innocent eyes.

The drow paladin frowned, drawing his rapier. "Colossus Cubas, Winterwalker Avenri, everyone be careful, there should also be a Shadowdorne. What are the Silent Midnight Adventurers of Luskan doing here?"

"How interesting, a drow! The Dark Maiden has been dead for a hundred years, yet her sword dancer is still alive."

A twisted, living shadow suddenly appeared at the alley entrance, its owner revealing a pair of eyes wrapped in bandages.

Upon hearing the name "Silent Midnight," some people's expressions turned grim.

The Silent Midnight is less an adventure team and more a group of assassins.

In the chaotic world of Luskan, adventurers, in addition to their daily quests, sometimes also take on the roles of bandits, assassins, and thieves.

The Silent Midnight Squad is the same; adventurers of their caliber are among the best in the industry, but not quite the top-tier legendary adventure team.

Ordinary adventure quests offer too little reward, while legendary adventure quests are too difficult.

In comparison, only assassination missions offered the best value for money. However, even Luskan's top-notch assassin gang was stunned by the scene.

There were at least thirty paladins, plus the harpist who stood up for justice, the mage, and the new feather of the Emerald Leaf Garden, bringing the total number of professionals to nearly fifty.

The fatal flaw was that this group behaved with obvious military bearing.

While individual strength is important, quantity is also key to victory.

Just as the two groups were facing off, the killer seemed to suddenly sense something, raising its blade-like claws and piercing into the brickwork. Its four arms, like pincers, dug out a huge rock.

With the whistling wind

The boulder crashed down on a tavern, and with a loud bang, the entire street trembled noticeably.

Upon seeing this, the Baal assassin raised his left hand in a frenzy and shouted, "Bravoure, great murderer!!!"

A thick, pungent stench of blood spread in all directions.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust

A man wielding a giant, blood-dripping axe walked slowly towards them. Blood streamed from his chest, and his footsteps landed steadily on the ground, leaving cracked footprints on the stone surface.

His every step was exceptionally steady and heavy, as if stepping on people's hearts.

Suen's system displayed a full-screen refresh warning.

The legendary divine child, Shalovock, who had spent his entire life shrouded in the shadow of Baal, walked toward the crowd.

The scene was terrifyingly suffocating for a moment.

Some slick bards, recognized by the monk, quickly fled when they sensed danger.

Suen took out a medicine bottle and started taking the pills. In their first encounter, he was not strong enough and could only hit Sarovok once before fleeing in defeat.

He's not the same person he used to be; he can at least hit twice now.

"My sword has never been ineffective!"

After downing half a bottle of medicine, Su En felt a lightness at the back of her collar, and her whole body floated up.

Looking back, he saw the northern barbarian grabbing him by the collar and running away with a constipated expression on his face.

"Conan, what are you doing! Put me down!"

"Master Su, I know you are very powerful, but that, that is, a legend."

"Conan, you..."

Before Su En could finish speaking, a deafening roar came from behind him, and the entire street suddenly split open.

Looking back, Salofok's body seemed to create afterimages at that moment.

At the same time, two Salofak appeared. One swung his axe at the fleeing Flame Fist mercenary, while the other held a giant axe to the ground. This was the root cause of the street cracking.

Two Salofak appeared at the same time, but in the next moment, one of the Salofak disappeared.

Everything seemed like an illusion, except for the cracked earth and the dead Flame Fist, which proved that it had all really happened.

"That's legendary power, or legendary action, Mage Suen, you know? A person can't do two things at the same time! But a legend can!"

The northern barbarians spoke strangely, and he seemed to realize this as well, giving a direct example:

"I once saw a legendary white dragon. When it was casting a spell, it breathed out dragon breath. It wasn't multitasking, but rather creating an uncatchable phantom that exhaled frost breath across the world."

The northern barbarians' expressions were far less shocking than what they actually saw.

Salofok walked toward the killer, but his phantom remained in place, stomping heavily on the ground, the destructive shockwave tearing through the street, kicking up gravel and dust.

The two sons of Baal clashed amidst roars.

With each breath, a phantom would appear around Salafok, unleashing techniques completely different from his own: a swift slash, a death strike, a terrifying slaughter, another death strike...

The aftershocks of the battle shattered the houses, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Salafok has lost most of its Baal blood, and its power is far less than before. However, the Slayers have lost their minds and cannot use legendary moves. Even so, with strength and speed comparable to mythical heroes, ordinary professionals would find it difficult to get close to them!

"A superhuman physique, terrifying strength, legendary blessings, and legendary moves."

The northern barbarians, still somewhat frightened, said, "Let's run!"

"Escape? I'm afraid we can't escape now!"

Suen's expression gradually tightened.

In the shadows of the city, a group of assassins wearing skull masks suddenly appeared; alleyways, streets, and balconies were almost filled with the figures of Baal cultists.

Knowing they couldn't participate in the battle between the Sons of Baal's brothers, the Silent Midnight Adventurers turned their swords against the rescue team.

The paladin holds a holy emblem in one hand and a shield in the other, their divine auras intertwining and amplifying each other.

The bard's tune soothed everyone's tense nerves.

next moment,

The dark magic spread like a thick fog, only to be dispelled by the mage in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of poisoned arrows fell like raindrops, taking advantage of the remaining black mist to shield them from view.

The shield blocked the first wave of attack.

Baal the Assassin ripped apart a large number of spell scrolls with a backhand.

Otherworldly wolves, dogs, and venomous snakes, accompanied by rising spiritual light, surged towards the rescue team from all directions through the alleyways!

The bursts of light from various spells, like aurora borealis, swept past Suen's eyes.

In no time,

Suen and the northern barbarian stood back to back, only each other remaining.

With so many assassins, it seems the Murder Tribunal has deployed most of its personnel.

Wouldn't that mean the courtroom would be completely empty?

Su En touched the love potion hidden in her bosom, and a bold idea sprouted in her mind.

not only that,

If this plan succeeds, he can also lure these Baal assassins away.

"Conan, I have a plan!"

"…Master, let's go!"

The northern barbarian let out a heartbroken sigh, but Suen's next words immediately cheered him up.

"If this plan succeeds, you'll have the start-up capital to become a bard!"

"...Tell me about it!"

"There's a manhole cover over there!"

……

As soon as Suen lifted the manhole cover, he saw a Baal assassin crawling out. He stared at the suddenly appearing face with a puzzled look. "A wax artist?"

Su En exhaled a breath of cold air, which was amplified by the blizzard.

Amidst the frosty snowflakes, Baal's flesh froze, and the astonishment on his face vanished completely, leaving only fear.

Suen raised his elbow and tapped the barbarian.

"Strip him naked! Let's go down! To the murder trial!"