Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Cheng Cheng chuckled softly, watching her clenched fist, before soaring high into the air.

It transformed into a giant dragon.

The enormous figure covered half the street, its wings spread wide, its wingspan seemingly obscuring the sky.

Then, a sea of ​​fire descended from the sky, engulfing the streets and high-rises, turning the entire city of Walter into ashes in the flames.

…………

Armed with the holy sword given to her by the sword saint Karen, the magic scroll given to her by her father, and the highest-grade equipment in the entire kingdom, Sylvia embarks on a dragon-slaying journey.

She walked through forests, across rivers, and over mountains.

She asked every traveler she met, investigated every town she passed through, and followed the dragon's trail eastward.

Finally, she arrived at Wal City, the symbol of the kingdom's wealth.

Then she stopped.

All that could be seen was ruins.

The air was thick with the smell of burning. Sylvia stood at the edge of the ruins, holding the holy sword in her hand. The wind blew from behind her, lifting her white hair.

"What...what happened here..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

No one answered.

She stepped into the ruins.

There was only the wind around, blowing past the charred skeletons and making a wailing sound, as if the city was crying.

Sylvia walked through the ruins for a long time.

Finally, in the shadow of a collapsed building, she found a survivor.

He was a richly dressed nobleman, hiding in the shadows of a corner, afraid to look directly at the sun.

“What happened here?” she asked.

The nobleman raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, with lingering fear deep in his pupils.

“A dragon…” His voice was hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength, “It’s a dragon!”

"It was the evil dragon that destroyed this city of wealth and joy!"

Evil dragon...

It's that evil dragon again!

Sylvia stood up and gripped the holy sword tightly.

The evil dragon that kidnapped the princess, the evil dragon that destroyed the city...

I, Sylvia de Claire, swear—

I will kill you in this lifetime!

Chapter 67, What evil deeds did the dragon commit?

Li Xianyu was seriously injured.

His limbs were broken, all ten fingernails were pulled out, three ribs were broken, and his lungs were severely filled with fluid...

If she weren't a Gold-rank necromancer, whose body was already accustomed to the dense death aura, she probably wouldn't have lasted until now before fainting.

Even though it was just a dream, I couldn't just stand by and watch my companion die.

However, Cheng Cheng didn't know any healing magic, and Freya, in her dream state, also didn't know magic, so they could only seek out a doctor.

Cheng Cheng transformed into a giant dragon, carrying Freya and Li Xianyu, and flew towards the nearest city.

Freya held Li Xianyu, who was tied to her body, with one hand and grabbed the scales on Cheng Cheng's back with the other. The wind made her hair a mess.

They hadn't been flying for long when a city came into view.

Huabei City.

This is an important grain-producing area of ​​the kingdom.

From the air, the plains outside the city stretched as far as the eye could see, with golden wheat fields undulating in the wind like a layer of golden silk. Inside the city, the buildings were low and densely packed, mostly single-story stone houses with red-tiled roofs and smoke rising from their chimneys.

The streets were much narrower and dirtier than those in Wall City, littered with excrement and rotten vegetable leaves.

Cheng Cheng landed by the wheat field outside the city, transforming back into a palm-sized little dragon, and perched on Freya's shoulder.

A lotus, a spirit, and a dragon entered the city.

The city was bustling, yet the streets were sparsely populated with humans, instead teeming with green-skinned orcs who brazenly defecated, fought, and consumed moon sugar without restraint. Occasionally, one or two humans would hurry by, heads down, their steps quick as if in a rush.

A city of orcs.

Cheng Cheng didn't have any racial prejudice. He simply thought that orcs were rough, lazy, stupid, lecherous, physically strong but mentally simple, and were more suited to be beasts than servants.

He leaned on Freya's shoulder, his golden eyes scanning the street, searching for the church steeple.

Church pastors are generally skilled in magic and healing, and are adept at healing injuries; hospitals, on the other hand, tend to treat diseases and perform reconstructive surgeries, and often require waiting in line. Given Li Xianyu's current condition, if she were to enter a hospital, she would probably be given several injections of enhancers to maintain her vital signs, and then she would have to endure the wait in line for a doctor's appointment.

They soon found a white stone church with a square emblem of the god Amber on its spire.

Today is a day off, and the church doors are closed.

Freya had just reached the door, and before she could even knock, she heard the priest's voice from inside:

"Demon! Get out of this boy's body!"

The priest is performing an exorcism...

Freya understood.

In most cities, a church priest is at most a silver-ranked priest, yet he dared to confront the devil; he was truly a devout and courageous shepherd.

Thinking this, another low growl came from inside the door:

"Why the hell aren't you getting out of here first?!"

Freya: "???"

She pushed open the door in a daze.

Then his eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"who is it?"

The priest instinctively withdrew from the half-orc boy's body, hurriedly straightening his white robes before angrily shouting, "Get out! Get out! No entry during exorcism!"

Then, upon seeing a cute pink-haired little girl standing at the door, with an elf girl on her back, the anger in his eyes instantly turned into joy: "Come back! Come back!"

Freya: "..."

"Little sister, did you bring your friend to get treatment? No problem, no problem, just leave her here and I'll treat her right away..."

As the priest spoke, he walked towards Freya, his eyes scanning her over: "However, I see that little sister's forehead is dark, as if she is about to suffer a bloody disaster and be entangled by an evil dragon soon! So I'll first 'sleep' on you, no, I'll help you dispel the bad luck!"

"What kind of bastard do you think you are?!"

Before Freya could speak, Cheng Cheng transformed into a giant dragon!

The church roof was torn apart, and rubble and tiles rained down. Crimson scales burned with a dark light in the sunlight, and enormous wings blotted out the entire sky.

Those golden eyes looked down from above, and the enormous dragon's mouth was aimed directly at the priest!

"dragon?"

The priest's face turned pale instantly, and he hurriedly raised his hands: "Wait, wait! I, I was just learning baby talk! I wasn't doing anything..."

"Roar--!!!"

A burst of dragon's breath engulfed him.

The priest didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to ashes in the flames!

Without the priest's divine artifact to stop it, the demon finally floated out of the little boy's body. It was a dark mass that was burned to pieces by the dragon breath that Cheng Cheng casually added!

At this moment, the paladins from the church finally arrived.

Upon seeing the crimson dragon and the pile of cooling ashes before the altar, their expressions shifted repeatedly before they finally drew their swords:

"The dragon killed Father Pucci!"

"Prepare for battle!"

"Those two girls were accomplices; they were killed together!"

The paladins surged toward Freya. Cheng Cheng sighed and waved his claws at the knight in front.

The paladin was instantly sent flying, crashing into his teammates along with his sword, knocking down a large number of them. They slammed into the wall and exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The second one fared no better; he was swept by the tail and sent flying, crashing into a row of benches before becoming a pile of sawdust.

The remaining orc paladins stood there stunned, then dropped their weapons and knelt down with a thud.

"I surrender, meow! I surrender, meow!"

"Don't kill me, meow!"

Cheng Cheng transformed back into a little dragon, perched on Freya's shoulder, and yawned.

Freya then went into the church.

She walked around the collapsed benches and stood before the baby boy on the altar.

The orc boy was only two years old, breathing weakly, covered in wounds, and had a large dent on his head, as if he had been hit by something.

Freya picked him up, turned around, and walked out of the church, facing the kneeling paladins and the believers who had gathered at the door after hearing the commotion.

"Whose child is this?" she asked, holding up the child in her hands to the believers.

No one answered.

The believers stood at the door, looking at the girl with the little dragon perched on her shoulder, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

She asked three more times, and finally a half-orc dressed as a farmer stepped out from the crowd, head bowed, not daring to look at her: "This should be Mira's child."

"Where is she?"

“He’s dead.” The farmer’s voice was even lower. “The child’s father disappeared after he heard that Mira was pregnant. She went to work in the red-light district to earn money to support the child. Although she didn’t miscarry, the child was born prematurely.”

"Shortly after giving birth, Mira also disappeared. The child was left at the church entrance..."