I'm really not a dragon.

Bigger is stronger, bigger is more beautiful!

Its size tripled

The transformation from a medium-sized creature to a giant creature results in an all-around increase in size and destructive power. In gaming terms, the total number of dice remains the same, but the base value increases. For example, with the life dice, the base value changes from 10 to 14.

While their large size slightly reduces their agility, it compensates with greater destructive power.

Suen grabbed a fragment of the relief sculpture and carried it on his broad shoulders. The five-meter-tall giant creature, comparable in size to a giant, gave everyone standing behind Suen a strong sense of security.

Suen plunged his left foot into the ground, using it as a fulcrum. His muscles surged like ocean waves as he held the relief fragments, spinning like a discus thrower. One circle, two circles, three circles. The relief fragments tore through the air, emitting a terrifying whistling sound.

Tansen's Levitation Technique! Here we go!

A white, billowing wave of energy shot out from Su En's hand.

In the blink of an eye, a relief fragment the size of a city gate, accompanied by a scorching wave of heat, appeared before the bronze dragon undead.

Boom!

It sounded like a taut drum made of animal hide being smashed by an ogre!

The swirling, uneven edges of the relief fragments rubbed wildly against the scales, crushing them into powder until the center of the relief shattered and exploded into countless flying rock fragments.

Ansu, the bronze dragon, lowered his head, staring at the gaping hole in his torn flesh, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering wildly.

Death took away his perception of pain and also diminished his awareness of danger.

The injuries inflicted on Grand Duke Flame Fist, combined with the bombardment from the relief, caused his body to show signs of collapse.

It looked toward the burning Supreme Hall, where the towering dragon-shaped giant walked toward it step by step. Every drop of his blood carried a complex aura—the aura of a golden dragon, a silver dragon… and even a hint of a bronze dragon. He seemed like a supernatural creation, artificially crafted.

Until Ansu saw the mark on his head.

Bahamut's Seal

"You are His vassal! Why have you come now?!"

Ansu exhaled a breath of decaying energy, heavy with electrical charge, and abruptly turned to look behind him. A wave of force blasted towards the crowd surging towards him. A few dragons, such as metal dragons, possess two breath organs.

The bronze dragon's second breathing organ is repulsive force!

In an instant, like a thunderclap from a flat surface, dozens of mercenaries were overturned by the force.

With a flap of his wings, his undead-like magical abilities were activated. From the corpses in the hall, clumps of blood emerged, transforming into illusory flesh that enveloped the dragon's rotting muscles and scales, enriching his life force.

"You weren't there when he deceived me and murdered me! But you appeared when I was about to take my revenge!"

"No! This is not fair! Come, vassal of Bahamut! Either end my suffering and shatter my body, or if you cannot do so, then I shall taste the sweet fruit of revenge!"

The dragon's roar echoed simultaneously with its thunderous breath!

The Bronze Dragon Ancestor seems to regard me as a divine messenger!

Suen opened his mouth, and flames and frost alternately countered the surging black lightning breath!

The black lightning ruthlessly shattered Suen's breath, and the intense heat of the thunder ignited the hall and the corpse, adding fuel to the already crumbling hall!

The dragon carriage is crashing into us!

Bang!

Based on his experience from past battles, Suen predicted the direction of the dragon's charge and narrowly avoided it!

The terrifying dragon crashed into the audience seats, its bony claws embedded in the rubble and wood, unable to break free for a moment!

"Grab the bandages on my body! Quickly!"

Suen extended his arm to the group, and they quickly climbed up, one stepping on the other. The naked snake bandages wrapped them tightly like dumplings.

Suen, carrying a group of people, entered Mage's Wrath state for the second time.

With their legs braced and their muscles taut like steel bars, the group clung to Su En's arms, anxiously feeling the muscles beneath the scales gradually harden like rock.

"What is this barbarian trying to do!"

A group of people were thinking strangely,

The next moment, a gust of wind rushed into their mouths, forming a figure-eight shape that rotated ninety degrees.

"Form ranks! Form ranks quickly!"

Outside the Supreme Hall

A blur flew by.

Urd's vision went dark as a pungent, bloody stench emanated from the colossal creature before him.

He stared in shock at the battered creature.

"Suen!"

Perhaps it was the increased size that led to a larger area of ​​contact with the force, or perhaps it was because he had used the Shadow Step a second time and his body had not yet recovered, but Su En's body was torn and bleeding, and the blood stained the bandages red.

"Is there anyone else?"

Suen shook her head.

Urd's lips trembled slightly, foreseeing the earth-shattering upheaval and power reshuffling that would soon occur at Baldur's Gate.

Baldur's Gate, this jewel of the West Coast, may decline from here on out, but from another perspective, the city may be reborn!

As the bandages loosened, the group of dignitaries convulsed on the ground like maggots sprayed with insecticide. They didn't have Su En's physical abilities, which allowed him to teleport thirty meters.

For them, skin tears are normal, and some even have most of their bones broken!

"That rude barbarian!" The last surviving Grand Duke wailed, clutching his arms, which looked like twisted steel wires.

Urd frowned as he looked at the battered and bruised nobles, hoping that these guys could play a role in the restoration and reconstruction work after Baldur's Gate!

"Quickly evacuate! Everyone, temporarily leave Baldur's Gate!" Urd decisively issued the order.

"What do we do with that dragon?!" a mercenary asked, trembling with fear.

From the highest hall came increasingly violent roars!

Suen crushed a handful of healing potion bottles, raised them above her head, and poured them over herself. New scales gradually sprouted from her wounds.

"Divine magic! Miraculous artifacts, whatever they may be, bestow them upon me quickly!"

Divine magic and spells are the only way he can think of to fight the dragon!

Outside the Supreme Hall, the blue flames of the plague gradually dissipated, allowing for normal spellcasting.

The Sea Queen priest chanted hymns of awe and praise for the Sea Queen's power, while streams of divine magical light swirled around Suen.

Second Ring, Assistance Technique, makes Suen more resilient.

The first ring, the Shield of Devotion, enveloped Su En in a layer of spiritual light, making his defensive capabilities even stronger.

The second ring enhances attributes, giving Suen a slight advantage in strength, at least ensuring he won't be at a disadvantage when grappling with a dragon.

Urd's lips trembled for a moment, then he bowed his head to Suen, "I'm sorry!"

He apologized for what happened at the residence of Grand Duke Flamefist.

"That dragon's just got its eye on me!" The dragon-like giant grinned, revealing a carefree smile. "Don't get your hopes up!"

Even so, the remaining Flame Fist mercenaries, paladins, and city watchmen paid Suen the highest tribute, saying, "At least, you saved us! You saved so many people!"

quickly,

The battered mercenaries led the equally wounded nobles in retreat.

Duke Dillard, still cursing as he lay on top of the Flame Fist mercenary, muttered, "That damned barbarian! I'll remember him!"

His physical strength was the lowest among the group, and Suen's "Supreme Spell" almost cost him his life.

"Shut up, you idiot!" The halfling grew increasingly terrified.

Duke Dillard couldn't believe his ears. He'd been tormented half to death by a barbarian, and then insulted by the unruly commoners of the lower town.

"Pat Hakimi, have you forgotten who I am?"

The halfling's expression changed, but he immediately forced a smile: "Haha! You've misunderstood, my dear Duke! I was merely reminding you that the evil dragon spirit addresses Lord Suen as 'the vassal of the Dragon God'!"

Duke Dillard had only a superficial understanding of divinity and religion, and didn't understand what a vassal was. "What's that?"

The Sea Queen priest beside her said coldly:

"The chosen ones of the dwarf gods must be dwarves, and the chosen ones of the elven gods must be elves!"

In other words, Suen might actually be a dragon.

Whether it was caused by magic or intentionally.

Duke Dillard's expression changed drastically. No way! Another dragon! Why are all the dragons heading towards Baldur's Gate?!

"And didn't you notice?" The pastor stared in fascination at the bloodstains on his clothes. "After getting a little of his blood on us, our wounds are healing!"

The group then realized what was happening.

Duke Dillard, in particular, had most of his bones broken, but he didn't immediately faint; he was kept alive by the blood flowing from Suen. The halfling screamed, "By the Goddess of Wealth, it's true! His blood is just like those high-grade elixirs!"

The halfling sniffed it, and said with utmost reverence, "The scent is even exactly the same!"

-

The dwarf tore a page from the Book of Hatred, drew some garbled incantations on it, and stuck it on the knee of the northern barbarian. Then he wrote a note and stuck it on his own forehead.

He struggled to lift his head, gazing at the endless expanse of Suen.

After a moment of contemplation, a spell was affixed to Suen's toe.

He muttered discontentedly, "If this weren't Baldur's Gate, we'd be heroes by now!"

The dwarves and barbarians stayed to help Suen.

"I came here to save you!" Suen's voice boomed.

"What a coincidence, we are too!" The dwarf nudged the northern barbarian, saying with a smug grin, "Seeing a friend in dire straits and standing idly by, what difference is there between me and that despicable gray dwarf!"

Su En said slowly, "Then it's a deal, don't die!"

The barbarian drew his two-handed longbow, and fine, thick eagle feathers grew from the corners of his eyes. Through praying to his ancestors, he temporarily gained the eyesight of an eagle.

He could see the giant dragon slowly pulling him out of the audience!

The barbarians, preparing for battle, suddenly remembered something very serious.

"Suen, can I sing?"

Those famous bards would sing songs to cheer on their companions before they went into battle!

Su En fell silent. Given this life-or-death crisis, he decided to appease the barbarian for a while. With that thought, Su En softly hummed in agreement.

"Ahem!"

The barbarian coughed excitedly twice, pounding his chest with his fists like drumsticks, and off-key singing came out of his lungs!

"The temple stands precariously on a cliff, the dragon lies buried in the deep marsh. A beauty weeps before the mirror, a warrior loses his fine wine. Heaven and earth conceal a snail's shell, the vastness of the universe is written on a single page. Riding the wind and chasing the waves, only a light boat can carry us—"

The dwarf's eyes widened even more, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

"What kind of cannibalistic defense is this! Listen up, my brother Conan, this is what a war song should be!" The dwarf picked up a bloodstained shield, used his fist as a drumstick and the shield as a drumhead, and pounded the shield with his fists.

"Hey! My brother, death is not punishment!"

"When it knocks on your stone house, do not hesitate, do not be afraid."

"Hey! Pick up your warhammer and hand it to your son; he will carve your tombstone!"

"Hey! Pick up your leather armor and give it to your wife; she will carry on the family tradition for you!"

"Hey! Take out your gold coins and give them to your clan, and they will sing your praises!"

"Hey ya! Hey ya! My brother, do not fear death, for the spirits of our ancestors sing in the hills: Hey ya! Hey ya!"

(From The Green Dragon's Nest Building Chronicle, Prologue Battlefield Rhyme)

Amidst the raging flames and the stirring war song, the wounded bronze dragon spirit, carrying flames on its back, leaps forth.

-

On the other side, at the Flying Dragon Bridge and the Temple of Compassion,

Lysera the Spider Shadow, a drow paladin, pulled her rapier from the corpse. Life slipped from the Baal assassin's eyes before his head lolled to the side, and he fell silent.

Baal's high-ranking assassins, along with the mercenary groups employed by the Duke of Silver Shield, are wreaking havoc in this city.

She turned around, and there stood the little girl she had been protecting, holding a weapon and staring expressionlessly at the Baal assassin who was being devoured by rats and lying on the ground!

"My lord Baal, fearless of death, invincible!" The Baal assassin opened his cloudy eyes, gazing expectantly at Orin, and asked through the pain, "You...you felt it, didn't you! The Great Murderer is calling!"

Orin's breathing suddenly quickened, and she raised her short sword, decisively plunging it into the throat of the Baal assassin.

"Olin!"

Orin was startled, as if he had encountered a plague, and dropped the short sword in his hand.

She looked at the drow elf in a panic.

"Will you tell Dad about this?"

Lysera Spidershadow was silent for a moment, then asked, "What does killing feel like?"

"So relaxing!" Orin murmured. "It feels like my soul has been drained, and killing is the only thing on my mind."

Baal's Blood!

Lisela Spider Shadow sighed, stroked Orin's head, and leaned against him, whispering, "Orin, I understand. Fighting your instincts is painful, but it's not your fault. You must fight them! You are not a slave to your bloodline!"

"Come with me, let's go to the Temple of Mercy!"

Just then, a group of mice standing on the corpse started squeaking!

Lysera Spider Shadow drew her rapier and looked around warily.

"They're saying they're going to support their boss! The city needs them!" Orin whispered.

Lisela Spidershadow paused, taken aback. So that's how it is? "Go! Little ones! The Sword Dancer blesses you! May your path be smooth!"

The mice waved and scurried into the sewer.

The paladins entered the Temple of Mercy, which was crowded with the wounded, explained their purpose to the temple's priests, and the group knelt before the statue of the weeping god in prayer.

"Selfless ones who weep for the world! Pious ones who suffer for the world! God of weeping, God of brokenness, cast your gaze upon the mortal realm!"

Ilmat, the weeping god

This compassionate and merciful deity, whose appearance is covered in scars, will never give up on saving any kind life; he will grant the requests of all beings!

As a beam of light shot into the sky, the cloud-covered sky gradually began to shimmer with another color.

The weeping god Ilmat cast his gaze upon the mortal realm!

[Silver Dragon's Daily Life: Pilgrimage to the Holy Land, Completed]

[Lead this murderous progenitor, consumed by a bloodlust, into a sacred and benevolent place, and calm the murderous urges surging within him.]

[Reward: Praise for Lofty Morality +2, Snowstorm Elixir +1]