I'm really not a dragon.

With Baal's departure,

Thorin Silver Shield broke free from his connection with Baal's heart. He looked at his hands in horror; the power had vanished, leaving only a faint remnant of divinity within his body.

He is not much stronger than an ordinary person.

"No, no, no! Baal, how did he disappear!"

As the effects of the medicine wear off...

Suen's body returned to normal. He staggered to his feet, picked up the Flame Fist Duke's sword, and looked ahead.

Thorin Silver Shield stared at the sky in despair, knelt on the ground, rain mingling with his tears, and prayed, "How can I change this city without you!"

Suen raised his sword and slashed it down toward the back of Thorlin Silver Shield's neck.

"what!"

As expected, the sword missed its mark, leaving a shallow wound from the back of Thorin Silver Shield's neck to his shoulder.

Thorin Silver Shield turned around in pain. He was injured and terrified. He saw Sun, sword in hand, stumbling toward him.

"Don't come any closer!" Thorlin Silver Shield screamed as he got up and ran away, using all four limbs.

Suen raised his greatsword and thrust it at Grand Duke Silver Shield. He was too tired and too exhausted. As expected, the sword struck the hem of Silver Shield's robe, tearing an ugly gash in the custom-made gold-threaded robe.

Leaning on his sword to support his swaying body, Su En questioned,

"Didn't you want to change this city? Why are you running away! Kill me! Save this city!"

Perhaps it was his fierce aura, or perhaps it was Thorin's silver shield that made him feel guilty.

He felt that this young man was more terrifying than all his enemies. "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

He looked around and knelt down before Duke Flame Fist, using both his hands and feet.

"Duke of Apostle, help me! I'm willing to atone for all my sins, I swear to the gods! Please help me!"

The weary and frail old man knelt on the ground, his withered face devoid of color, his lips stained red with blood, gurgling blood. He raised his eagle-like eyes, stretched out his iron-like hand, grabbed Thorlin Silver Shield's collar, and yanked him to the ground.

"Don't lie to a legendary paladin."

Thorlin Silver Shield stared in disbelief at Grand Duke Flame Fist, then turned to see Suen stumbling toward him, sword in hand.

He narrowly dodged a sword.

In his desperate situation, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

He ran with all his might toward the girl, toward what he saw as hope.

"I want to change my wish, ma'am!"

Thorin Silver Shield knelt before the half-elf girl, pleading without any dignity, "Change my wish! I want to live, to live forever!"

The woman of the silver mirror gazed at her lamb.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on that face that had never shown any emotion before: "Okay!"

She picked up a stone from the ground and handed it to Thorin Silver Shield. "Hold this stone!"

Thorin Silver Shield gripped the stone, puzzled, and looked at the Daughter of the Silver Mirror: "What am I supposed to do next?"

The Daughter of the Silver Mirror extended her slender, white index finger and gently touched Thorin Silver Shield's forehead.

"You will live as a sentient stone until the seas dry up, the mountains rise, the sun falls, and time ends!"

Where fingers touched flesh, a black hole-like vortex erupted.

"No!" Torlin Silver Shield's body fell to the ground in a twisting wave, his remains a piece of ordinary stone that could be found anywhere.

"In exchange, the remaining divinity within you belongs to me!"

The woman of the silver mirror kicked a stone into the river.

Soul, divinity, the next step is to gather faith, ignite the soul, and forge divine fire—a very simple step, yet often taking mortals hundreds of lifetimes to achieve.

A chill ran through Suen; the Silver Mirror Maiden seemed to have evolved into some unknown, higher being.

She can even laugh!

Suen's muscles were taut, as if trying to squeeze out some more power from his body, which had already reached its limit.

A hand covered in scars rested on Su En's hand. Turning his head, Grand Duke Flame Fist lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, avoiding Su En's aggressive gaze.

"Isn't that your daughter?" Suen said, heartbroken. "Don't you understand?"

"I understand, I understand!" Grand Duke Apodel of Flamefist raised his head, his eyes filled with despair. "Sometimes, I wish she were my daughter. Those eyes are exactly like her mother's. Give me the sword! Suen, it'll only take a few questions!"

Su En released her grip.

Grand Duke Flamefist, the legendary paladin, stumbled before the Maiden of Silver Mirror, gripping his two-handed greatsword. He asked expectantly, "Tell me, child, why have you appeared before us? Are you here to help us?"

The Daughter of the Silver Mirror answered truthfully: "Thorlin's divinity is the price he paid for his wish!"

The Duke choked back tears as he said, "—Is there anything I can do for you? Even if you tell me that an evil soul resides within you! That none of this was your choice!"

Through those silvery-white eyes,

Duke Flamefist saw an old, weary man yearning for family affection; perhaps what he had always seen was merely a reflection of his own emotions.

The woman of the silver mirror did not understand that burning and painful emotion, which was more complex than simple love and hate. She was destined not to respond. Her soul was pieced together from painful rituals. How far could a pair of borrowed wings fly?

So, when she looked into Grand Duke Flamefist's eyes, there was not regret or malice, but confusion. "What...why do you wish for?"

Grand Duke Apodel of Flamefist closed his eyes in despair, finally waking from the illusion in the name of love.

His daughter never felt remorse, nor was it simply out of malice towards humanity; it was merely her instinct.

This illusion must end!

A golden light swirled from his two greatswords as he unleashed his final, supreme slash.

puff!

The woman in the silver mirror clutched the sword to her chest, frowning in bewilderment.

"dad!"

A heart-wrenching pain shot through my chest.

She understood love, but she didn't understand why the man who loved her would pierce her heart with a sharp blade.

Can love cause someone to kill their own child?

"It hurts!"

She frowned deeply as the sword gradually eroded her magic. The spirits of the dead began to emanate from her body, and her soul shattered like a mirror!

Each soul took away a portion of her power.

She looked at her father with despair and sorrow, "It hurts so much!"

help me!

Grand Duke Flame Fist took a deep breath, gripped his blade tightly, and inscriptions flashed across the sword. "Get out!" (Celestial language)

His words carried a magical quality, creating a semi-transparent wave of air that struck the Silver Mirror Maiden like a banishment spell. Her flesh rippled in mid-air, as if she were being torn apart.

She wailed, tears streaming down her face, "It hurts so much, Father!"

"You are not my daughter!" Grand Duke Flamefist roared. "Get out!!! Monster!" (Celestial language)

An even stronger shockwave slammed into the Silver Mirror's daughter. She stretched out her transparent fingers to try and touch her father, but her limbs turned to ashes little by little in the air until she could no longer utter a wail.

Grand Duke Flame Fist finally killed his own daughter with his own hands.

The old, weary man, clutching the holy sword that had accompanied him through half his life of battles, collapsed dejectedly to the ground.

"Apodel!" Seeing the situation was dire, Suen rushed over and shoved a healing potion into the Grand Duke's mouth.

Grand Duke Flame Fist opened his eyes, spat out a mouthful of pale pink liquid, and gave a bitter smile. "Stop feeding me this inferior healing potion, it's useless, I've broken my oath!"

"How could you break your vow?"

"By the bond of love, I swear to protect her and everything she loves."

Grand Duke Flamefist killed his beloved with his own hands. The power of the paladin gradually faded away, and he lost the power of his oath. The death that had long been rejected has now come back to haunt him!

"Don't die, don't die!"

Grand Duke Flamefist shook his head, stopping Suen. He handed Camille to Suen, saying, "Listen to me, Suen, give this sword to someone you deem worthy!"

"You're such a good kid. If my daughter weren't a monster, perhaps..."

Grand Duke Flame Fist's voice abruptly stopped, and the light of life faded from his eyes.

he died.

Suen held the sword in his arms with the utmost respect.

"Farewell, Apodel Adrian, farewell, legendary hero of Baldur's Gate!"

In 1482DR, Apodil Adrian died as a hero at Baldur's Gate, once again saving it. His funeral may have been attended by many, but none of them were his relatives.

Suen used the hilt of his sword to smash the stone shell on the dwarf's body.

As the stone outer shell gradually crumbled...

The dwarf plopped down on the ground, picked up his petrified beard, and frantically wiped away his snot and tears, looking utterly miserable: "My beard, my beard!"

"My beard, my beard! Damn it, I have to learn how to protect myself from petrification!"

For dwarves, a beard is just as important as, or even more important than, a human's face; a perfect beard is even one of the criteria for dwarves to choose a mate.

Su En glanced at it and thought, "It's alright. Being able to cry means everything's fine."

He turned to look after the last of his companions.

"Great warrior."

He extended his hand. "Conan! Get up!"

The northern barbarian lay on the ground and laughed twice. When he opened his mouth, a whimpering sound came out of his throat, which startled him and made him at a loss. He could not laugh or utter a complete sentence, only a whimpering sound like crying.

He seemed unable to make a sound.

Suen vaguely guessed what was going on and asked, "Was it Tempas who did it?"

Conan let out two gasps, and despair gradually filled his eyes.

Tempest, the god of war, answered his call, but also punished his betrayal.

"Do you still want to be a bard?"

Conan forced a smile, a smile that resembled a withered flower. The bard was someone who brought joy to people with his songs, but he had become mute.

His gaze gradually hardened. "Ah! Ahhh!"

"Although I don't understand, I guess you mean you must become the greatest bard in the world!" Suen grabbed the northern barbarian's hand and pulled him out of his daze.

The northern barbarian was a little confused. What he really meant was that since he sang terribly anyway, he could just play folk tunes from now on.

"There's always a way, Conan. I believe you'll become the greatest bard!"

The rain stopped sometime ago.

After the rain, everything is over, and everything will begin anew.

As the sounds of battle subsided,

The Bodø residents returned to the city.

Then, two or three machines, resembling birds, flapped their wings and flew over the burning city and the collapsing buildings.

Suen waved to the strange machine.

"We have defeated the evil god Baal! We have won!"

-

Early morning on the third day.

Baldur's Gate, now rebuilding from ruins, witnessed a grand funeral.

Everyone wore the holy emblem of King Kranzor of the Dead, carrying shrouded bodies that had been preserved using embalming techniques. This was the funeral of Grand Duke Flamefist, and also the funeral of those who perished in the attack.

In the cemetery,

The place was almost full of people, men and women wearing black veils, sobbing softly as bodies were buried, the dead and the living bidding farewell.

The priest of Cranvor recited scriptures, and with such a large-scale and immense death, the priest of Cranvor exhausted his divine grace and cast the "Holy Abode" spell on the place.

After that, unless the spell is broken, it is difficult for anyone to disturb the peace of the deceased.

Beside Grian's tomb stands a brand new tombstone.

Urd, who had been promoted two ranks to Marshal Flame Fist, said in a deep voice:

"The hero before us, this kind old man, was born in the most chaotic of times."

"His parents were pastors in Barr."

"He was supposed to be raised as Baal's assassin, but a benevolent harpist, the mage Grian, killed his wicked parents and took him back to Candlehold to be raised."

"His life was so full of twists and turns: a dragon slayer, a savior of the Tree of Life, a savior of two cities..."

"I don't know how to write his epitaph!"

"Heroes of Baldur's Gate, come forth! Fight alongside the Grand Duke to the very end!"

The dwarf with a head shaped like a braised egg looked at the barbarian silently. The barbarian uttered two "ahs" and shook his head, then looked at Suen beside him.

Suen hesitated for a moment before taking the carving knife that Urd handed him.

They carefully carved the inscription on the tombstone: "A true paladin, whose life was a struggle against fate, truly deserving of the title of hero."

The heavy tombstone blocked the entrance to the tomb, marking the end of a legendary era.

During the funeral,

Urd approached Suen, looking even more haggard, with what appeared to be a significant amount of hair loss. "I heard the Grand Duke's sword is in your hands!"

He handed me the sword, letting me choose a truly suitable person!

With a snap of his fingers, the bandages on Sun's body snapped, and with a small magical trick, a dimensional bag appeared in Sun's hand. He slowly drew out Camille.

Urd's Adam's apple bobbed. "This is... Camille? The Grand Duke's sword."

【The Holy Sword: Camille the Holy Avenger】

[Cassmir is self-aware; his intelligence stat is 12, perception 10, and charisma 16; his alignment is Lawful Good.]

The Holy Avengers, as the most powerful series of weapons against evil enemies, possess the following characteristics:

[Dispel Magic: Automatically dispels magic upon hit; 3 Greater Dispel Magic attempts per day; casting level is considered equivalent to a level 21 Legendary Mage.]

[Radiant: Deals +2d6 Holy damage to chaotic evil enemies]

[Saint: In the epic life of Apostle Adrian, this sacred weapon was utterly elevated. In the hands of a qualified paladin, it is regarded as a +6 Radiant Spellbreaker Greatsword, unleashing all its properties; in the hands of an ordinary person, it is merely a +1 two-handed greatsword.]

"Do you want this sword?" Suen asked.

Uld gave a bitter smile. "I know myself. The Duke of Silver Shield is dead, the Grand Duke of Flame Fist is dead, and the Flame Fist Legion headquarters is in chaos. I am nominally a marshal, but in reality, it's only because the Grand Duke of Flame Fist said that if I participated in the battle, I would be promoted. Many people don't actually recognize me."

Urd looked into the cemetery with a very cryptic expression. There were two other Flame Fist officers of the same marshal rank: one was an orc with an explosive, barbarian-like physique, and the other was a black-robed mage with magical tattoos crawling across his face.

"You need my support?" Suen understood instantly.

"Yes, dragon-slaying hero, city savior, your identity is far more important than you imagine."

"Furthermore, some other things have come to light during this civil war. Duke Belin Stelman appears to be controlled by an evil force; my men reported seeing silver psychic fluid flowing from the Duchess's head. Also, according to some sources, Dillard Pottier seems to be involved with vampires."

Suen glanced at the panel.

[This region is home to hostile factions, including the Kazador Bloodfeast family and the Dark Shield Legion.]

The leader of the Dark Legion appears to be a mind flayer?

This internal strife hasn't even finished resolving the issues at Baldur's Gate yet; just how many Pokémon are hidden there?

As a grassroots individual, Urd didn't have many connections. Other Flame Fist Marshals, at least three generations of Flame Fist members, had intricate relationships with the elites of the Upper City.

After thinking about it, Su En decided to help Lao Hei out.

"I have a better idea than to publicly support it."

Tell me about it!

Suen held up one finger and whispered, "Religion!"