Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Cheng Cheng peered through the opening into the skull, his left and right hands each gripping a person—Vilet and Karen. The two peak-level Gold Saints were like two chickens with their necks being choked, covered in wounds, their armor mostly shattered, their fate unknown.

Cheng Cheng's golden eyes swept over the nobles, over the queen, and finally landed on Freya and Li Xianyu...

The enraged flames engulfed the entire palace in an instant!

Chapter 70: Defeating the entire world with the power of a single dragon!

"Wait! Let's talk this out! She's actually faking it..."

The queen's voice was swallowed by the dragon's breath.

The crimson flames grazed her shoulder, burning away half of her sleeve and a lock of hair.

She staggered backward, her back slamming against the shattered steps of the throne. The scepter slipped from her hand and rolled to the floor. She hurriedly picked it up, preparing to use the inherent magic sealed within the scepter to fight the dragon.

However, a dragon's mouth filled her field of vision.

Amidst the dense array of dragon teeth, a blazing flame is gathering.

Ah... is this what death feels like?

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and the Queen cast her last gaze at Freya not far away, a smile gradually spreading across her lips.

fair enough.

The dragon breath erupted, and flames engulfed everything.

After the queen died, Cheng Cheng turned his head, and Long Yan aimed at the ministers and nobles.

They swarmed towards the door like ants whose nest had been disturbed, except for the chief, who knelt before the dragon and shouted:

"Wait! Let us explain!"

His response was a dragon's breath.

"Yan Long Xiao!"

The blazing, crimson-gold pillar of fire melted the walls, burst through the dome, and shot straight into the sky, turning half the sky blood red!

Those princes and nobles, those chief ministers and cabinet ministers, all turned to ashes in the sea of ​​fire!

As his anger subsided slightly, Cheng Cheng finally stopped, turned around, and flew to Freya's side. Her small body lay on the shattered floor, her nightgown spread out, her face as white as paper, and her eyelashes motionless.

Freya is dead.

The girl who stayed by his side throughout the trials, the young woman who didn't get angry when he called her "Mom," the little girl who tiptoed to kiss him under the moonlight... she's dead.

I will never experience joy again.

Cheng Cheng didn't know if his physical body would also die if he died in the trial; but at this moment, anger and grief had overwhelmed his reason. He could not tolerate this world that killed Freya, nor could he tolerate himself for not being able to protect her!

He felt something explode in his chest, as if it were going to burn everything to ashes!

Cheng Cheng casually unleashed a dragon's breath, melting the golden throne, then spread his wings and flew out from the shattered dome.

The night wind blew in, carrying the smell of burning and thick smoke.

He flew high into the sky, to a place where even the sunlight couldn't reach, and spread his wings, covering half the city.

Then--

He unleashed his fury upon the world!

A dragon descended from the sky, its eyes blazing with fury!

A sea of ​​crimson-gold fire poured down from the sky, engulfing the streets. Waves of fire pushed outwards in layers, like a tsunami or a landslide. Thick smoke obscured the sky, and ashes fell like snow.

The capital was burning, the flames illuminating half the sky, and people screamed, ran, and fell in the fire.

Cheng Cheng swept across the sky, flames and black mist spreading behind him like an ever-growing shroud that enveloped the entire capital.

On the burning streets, a bard chanted the epic of the capital's destruction:

"After that I saw another dragon with great power descend from heaven."

The earth shines because of its glory.

It shouted loudly:

"Silver Glow City has fallen! It has fallen!"

It became the dwelling place of demons and monsters.

And the lair of all kinds of unclean spirits,

And the nests of all sorts of filthy and detestable birds.

He walked past a charred corpse, stepped over a collapsed roof beam, and continued singing:

"Therefore, all her misfortunes will come at once in one day:"

It means death, sorrow, and famine.

She was about to be burned to ashes again.

For the dragon that judged her was very powerful.

The earthly kings, who had always indulged in debauchery and shared in luxury with her,

When they see the smoke from her burning, they will weep and wail for her.

Out of fear of causing her pain, he stood at a distance and said:

"Alas! Alas! The great city of silver light!"

O fortified city, your punishment has come in an instant!

......"

He walked to a bridge over a river. The water beneath the bridge had dried up, and smoke was rising from the cracked riverbed. He stopped and looked at the burning city, the collapsing palace, and the dragon still flying in the sky.

“It’s so hot!” he said. “It’s even better than the fire at Waltham.”

The flames caught up with him. He stood on the bridge with his arms outstretched, like a bird that could not fly, and was swallowed by the flames.

…………

"That's enough!"

Cheng Cheng finally stopped when most of the city was engulfed in flames.

For a white figure stood before him, with long, silvery-white hair and wielding a holy sword meant for slaying evil dragons—

Sylvia.

She traveled from the ruins of Walter City to the streets of Wabe City, and then to the walls of the royal capital, until she finally found the giant dragon covered in fire.

"You evil dragon who kidnapped the princess!" She raised her holy sword, the tip pointed at the dragon's throat. "Are you ready to die?"

Looking at her, Cheng Cheng thought of the real girl who belonged to him outside of his dream, and then of Freya lying in the palace. Suddenly, he felt very tired.

"Now that Freya is dead, I no longer care about right or wrong."

Sylvia's sword paused for a moment.

Cheng Cheng didn't know whether he truly died or simply woke up when he died in this trial.

But now that Freya is dead, the trial is impossible to complete, yet he has not left the dream...

Rather than suffer in the trial, he would rather die by Sylvia's sword. If dying in the trial is true death, then he wouldn't mind leaving with Freya after losing her. Besides, his real body is still in reality, so perhaps death can trigger a rollback and undo everything.

If dying would mean exiting the trial... since he had already failed, he just wanted to see Freya as soon as possible and confirm her safety.

Thinking of this, he spread his wings, covering the still-burning sky behind him.

“Daughter of Vilette,” his voice descended from above, “I am the Dragon King of Destruction—the one who will burn the world, shake nations, and slay queens—”

He paused.

"And then, the dragon you killed."

He lunged at her, his enormous figure blocking out the sunlight, the wind whipped by his wings pushing the flames further away. Sylvia instinctively raised her holy sword, tip pointing upwards, expecting him to dodge, but he didn't.

He neither dodged nor flinched, letting the holy sword pierce his neck.

The blade pierced through the dragon's lower jaw and emerged from the top of its head, gushing blood that splattered onto Sylvia's face.

The dragon fell.

Strength slipped through my fingers like sand, and even opening my eyes was a struggle.

In a blur, he saw Sylvia get up from the ground and run towards him. Behind her, countless survivors emerged from the ruins, surged toward Sylvia, knelt at her feet, and chanted the name of their savior.

But he could no longer hear clearly.

Cheng Cheng closed his eyes.

…………

The fragrance of flowers wafted through the air, and Cheng Cheng opened his eyes.

The starry sky was like scattered diamonds on a deep blue cloth. Beneath the stars was a garden, a cobblestone path, and a small white tea table.

Across the table sat a girl with short, dark blue hair, wearing a pointed shrine maiden hat, holding a teacup, and with a strange smile.

Cheng Cheng was taken aback.

He glanced to his side instinctively—Freya was fast asleep, slumped over the tea table.

Her short pink hair was scattered on the table, her small face was buried in her arms, her breathing was very light, and her eyelashes did not move.

He was relieved.

"Freya is not dead," the witch suddenly said.

Cheng Cheng blinked: "Huh?"

“She only faked her death by taking medicine, while you are truly dead, so leave the trial first,” Ellef said. “She has just been resurrected and then saw the royal city that you burned down… Oh right, you also killed her mother.”

Cheng Cheng remained silent for three seconds, then buried his face in his hands.

Freya, who taught you to fake your death?

Zhongli?

The thought that Freya discovered in her dream what he had done—not only venting his anger on the entire capital but also killing someone's mother—made him feel like dying.

Freya won't hate herself because of this, will she?