Mist Silver Evil Dragon Chaos Era 1-3

(1)

On the vast desert, a troop of cavalry galloped across, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

The cavalrymen looked grim. The leading knight, a burly man with black hair, wore thick leather armor that, though sturdy and luxurious, was weathered and
scarred . He looked like a fierce lion, clearly a powerful warrior. But as he rode his horse madly forward,
his weathered face, obscured by the sandstorm, was etched with anger and anxiety.

The cavalry galloped on and on until finally, they encountered something.

It was an abandoned settlement in the desert. Amidst rocks, dried-up oases, and low-lying depressions,
it seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

But there were traces of people here not long ago, and the reason was very obvious.

On the flattened ground was a high platform, and on the platform, several wooden poles were sticking out
the corpses . The 　　burly man 　　, driven

mad, rushed towards the high platform with his entourage, attempting to identify 　　the 　　dead …　　　　“

Ugh

, 　　ugh 　　... 　　"We've been ambushed!" 　　"Quickly form ranks! Protect the commander!" 　　The dismounted riders were all strong and versatile warriors, worthy of being trusted confidants of their leader for many years. Some who were far from their horses immediately took up their shields and formed a defensive line, while others immediately mounted and circled the area, trying to find the enemy's path and exploit any weaknesses in the attackers' defenses. 　　The attackers emerged from the sandstorm. Although outnumbered, they were still overwhelmingly superior to the ambush of the burly men . Even if they weren't as elite as the ambushing riders, they were well-prepared and came with overwhelming force. 　　The two groups quickly engaged in close combat after an initial barrage of spells... 　　The burly man's eyes seemed to spit fire as he drew his greatsword from his back, unleashing a rain of blood. 　　Today, he and his men had only one thought: to fight these people to the death. 　　They were not benevolent to begin with, but they still possessed a sliver of compassion for their own kind. Now that their leader's daughter had died so tragically 　　, they would fight to the ends of the earth to turn this cruel world upside down. 　　... 　　However, a piercing shriek rang out, and several javelins flew through the air, instantly killing several burly men in the midst of the melee. 　　The crowd looked up; the wings of flying monsters blocked out the sunlight, and several wyverns, carrying arrogant riders , descended upon them with an unstoppable aerial assault. 　　Before they could react, a blazing, deadly flame suddenly descended from mid-air. The wyverns weren't high-level dragons and couldn't unleash such flames; it could only be the mage on board. 　　A mage laughed loudly, as if mocking the fools on the ground whom he had outmaneuvered. 　　The third-party aerial attack instantly turned the already brutal battlefield into a scene of countless deaths and injuries. 　　... 　　After the commotion subsided, the burly man rose from the dust. He had dodged the flames, but his men weren't so lucky. The air was thick with the smell of burning flesh, and the ground was a black and yellow stain, as if it were dripping with oil. And even more terrifying... 　　when he searched for his daughter, he couldn't find her anywhere. 　　The ground was littered with charred wooden sticks and corpses. No matter what, he couldn't believe his daughter was one of them . 　　But... could he not go looking? 　　If he didn't go looking, what was the meaning of his life? 　　Did he really have to kill everyone in the world? 　　The remaining enemies were all around, and the remaining soldiers from both sides, attacked by a third party, were shouting in the unseen surroundings, trying to find cover, or searching for weapons to fire into the air. But even with the ground covered in smoke and dust, they couldn't have peace for long. 　　The vast majority of people here would die. 　　The strong but weak man was heartbroken, looking around in vain. 　　It seemed that he would soon perish here. 　　Then. Suddenly, a huge impact knocked everyone around to the ground. 　　No one knew what had happened. Only the groans of the wounded on the ground. 　　The big man tried to make out the situation ahead through the smoke and dust. Until, he saw a standing naked girl. 　　Was that... his daughter? 　　The same tender body of a 12 or 13-year-old, naked, with a bewildered look in her eyes, so empty and innocent . 　　A slender face, an ethereal beauty, as unparalleled as his own daughter. 　　Only, her hair was silver, reaching her waist. 　　"My daughter…you're not dead? Hahaha, hahahahahahahaha." 　　The man lowered his head, laughing and crying wildly. It was as if nothing around him mattered; he cried and laughed, laughed and cried, finally pounding the ground in anguish. 　　"God…God…my daughter. Have you come for revenge? Have you come to seek justice? Have you come to destroy all of this…" 　　The man was delirious. 　　On the desert battlefield, amidst the carnage of dead horses, corpses, and charred remains, a naked girl walked incongruously. 　　Suddenly, a crazed warrior burst from the smoke, brandishing his axe and shouting as he swung it down. The girl raised her hands in confusion ; before the weapon could strike her shoulder, it grazed her arm, sending her flying backward in a bizarre manner. 　　The girl looked utterly bewildered. 　　But all around her was death. After the surprise attack and fierce fighting, there are now very few survivors left on the battlefield.

And so on. They were fighting somewhere, no one knew. Aside from a few shadows circling in the sky, no one could give her
any answers.

There was one person who could: the burly man, seemingly insane. The leader of the riders.

Finally, the girl turned to the man. The tear-streaked man had stopped crying. His eyes shone
with a strange light, as if he were either insane or foolish, silently staring at the strange girl.

"...Who are you? What are you doing?"

"Dugger. Leader of the Chapter. I seek revenge, I seek destruction..."

"I see. Then who do you think I am?"

The man smiled slightly, but it was difficult to discern his true intentions.

"You are my daughter..."

The girl tilted her head slightly, puzzled. But she didn't refute him. She simply waited for the man to continue.

"Your name is Noel. Daughter of Chapter Master Duger, the heir to the most glorious chapter of the desert. But you were
killed by those damned henchmen of the county magistrate, those traitors to the sons of the desert. And then, those henchmen
were killed by the bastards of the Imperial Army. How ironic..." "

Is that so... But I am a dragon. The Silver Mist Dragon..."

"...Hahahaha. Come, daughter..."

The girl looked at him calmly, silent.

"I've forgotten my name. And I don't quite remember what I'm supposed to do..."

But the man's rough hand gently grasped the girl's slender shoulder.

"Noel, if you are a dragon, kill those bastards in the sky, and then come home with me..."

The girl stared at the man silently, thinking for a moment. Then she took a few steps away from the man.

It was as if her body turned into liquid, and the liquid turned into silver vapor that dissipated into the air.

The man was stunned.

The silver mist grew larger and larger, swirling in the air, lingering for a long time.

Then, as the mist dissipated, a colossal beast radiating a beautiful silver light—no, a true dragon—revealed its
true form.

A silver dragon, a creature the man had never heard of before.

Above dragons, a mysterious existence almost unheard of even in legends. And now, right before his eyes.

Like a dream, like standing at the beginning of a mythological scroll.

Whether it was real or an illusion, it was a supreme being, beautiful and flawless. It was the very
thing that had become his daughter.

How bizarre his life had been. The dragon soared into the sky, its indestructible claws instantly slamming the terrified two-legged dragon to the ground. With a flap of its magnificent

wings, its two 　　grotesque adversaries sprayed blood and fell howling in agony. Azure divine flames 　　spewed from the dragon's mouth, instantly turning the mage and his mount into steam. 　　"...Haha ... He laughed wildly at his pitiful and absurd life . He laughed wildly at the beautiful posture of the legendary creature. 　　... 　　After everything was over. The dragon disappeared as if it had evaporated. 　　The naked girl lay at the man's feet, as if in great pain. 　　"How are you...are you alright..." 　　"...So tired. So hungry. So uncomfortable. Give me something to eat...Daddy." 　　The life of the desert war captain named Duger was changed from then on. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(2) 　　On that day, only a few of the elite riders of Duger's Howling Wolf Warband returned from the desert. Many of died from their injuries. 　　The two remaining riders were both Duger's confidants, seasoned and fierce warriors. They later became Duger's absolute right-hand men. 　　However, the most special returnee was the warband captain's daughter. No one knew why the warband leader's daughter had turned silver-haired, and why her appearance and demeanor had undergone a decisive change in temperament... 　　If she was gentle and obedient before, the current "Noelle" exuded a cold arrogance. Her stunningly beautiful silver-blue hair made the little girl seem like an unapproachable fairy descended from heaven, completely unlike the child she once was. However, given the warband leader's drastically changed personality, no one dared to ask him this question. That day, everyone had lost many loved ones. No matter what the warband leader had encountered, the kin would only unconditionally love and follow him. 　　And Duger was indeed a leader worthy of following. 　　Wise and brave, with unparalleled horsemanship, invincible in battle, and after that fierce battle, he had gained a decisive , ruthless, and violent temperament. But there was no gentleness or compromise in the blood of the Howling Wolves; blood and fangs were the foundation of their long-term survival in the desert. Following their leader and clan head, Duger, they would surely stand out . 　　Two 　　years later, 　　Duger's warband had become the greatest military force in the desert. 　　The swift, howling wolf cavalry struck fear into the hearts of the entire desert, surpassing even their ancestors in ferocity. The legend of the cruel Duger and his daughter, the silver-haired witch Noel, quickly became a ballad . 　　Duger's unparalleled command and combat skills had been renowned since his youth. But his daughter, a cold and ruthless girl of immense strength, whose terrifying figure wielded a massive halberd like a goddess on horseback, was even more chilling. 　　Her fighting prowess was inhuman, a miracle seemingly impossible for a young girl. Where weapons clashed, even the strongest generals could not contend with her. They would inevitably be cut down or have their weapons shattered, suffering a brutal massacre. 　　Bows and magic were also ineffective against her. No one had ever been able to harm the silver-haired witch. Every time someone claimed this , the next day the silver-haired witch would invariably appear on the battlefield, mercilessly cleaving the liar in two with her terrifying weapon. 　　Meanwhile, the Howling Wolf Legion had finally reached the point where it could avenge the humiliation of two years prior. 　　... 　　Yellow Sand Castle. This old imperial castle, a remnant of the past, became the representative of the desert prefecture under imperial control. 　　Shagar-Liu Sha, the former leader of the Shifting Sands Legion, bowed to the Empire and moved into this dilapidated castle, henceforth proclaiming himself the master of the desert. 　　However, the legion's iron cavalry continued to wreak havoc, inevitably clashing with the emerging legions, and the Howling Wolf Legion...

The Howling Wolf Legion was the first thorn in their side to be dealt with.

That brutal ambush, where only the five members survived and all were lost to history, along with the intervention of
the Imperial Legion, were now history itself.

Because now, the Howling Wolf Legion was determined to erase this old enemy from history completely.

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, where fierce fighting raged just over ten miles away,

a young girl was quietly infiltrating the enemy's headquarters, ravaged by a sandstorm.

The girl was the silver-haired witch, Noelle.

Since that day, she had voluntarily become Duger's "daughter." Not only that, but she had also become one of
his most capable generals.

Amnesia plagued the girl. Since regaining consciousness, restlessness had flowed through her blood. Besides knowing
that she was the only silver dragon in the world, a silver dragon revered and feared by humans like gods, the girl discovered that she
actually knew nothing about herself. However, one thing was certain:

her extraordinary, transcendent abilities as a silver dragon were being
greatly suppressed by something unknown. So much so that he had almost no power left; transforming into dragon
form in battle felt like exhausting a lifetime's worth of strength.

Without power, he could only appear in his beloved human form.

And what he needed to replenish his energy was, first and foremost, a large amount of food—meat, meat, meat, fragrant roasted meat.

The Howling Wolf Legion, with its abundance of such food, had become Noel's natural home.

...

Now, "Father," Duger's Legion was engaged in a direct battle with the enemy.

Duger's extremely proud Howling Wolf Legion cavalry was fighting a massive field force assembled from the enemy's entire resources, even hiring
several smaller legions.

To deliver a fatal blow to the enemy's heart, he was tasked with storming their headquarters. If
all went well , even without the support of special forces, Noel alone could rout the entire enemy force in the castle, forcing the
gates open.

He was a casualty, as was Shagar, who habitually stayed indoors, leaving his skilled generals to lead the army
—in "Father's" words, an old waste corrupted by the Empire, devoid of any warrior's spirit
.

And once it was done, she could eat lamb chops for months on end.

Noelle moved swiftly and stealthily, carrying no heavy weapons, only a one-handed sword and dagger. Using
the cover of sand and rocks, she easily approached the castle and climbed inside.

Entering the quiet corridor, killing the separated guards became a simple task.

Although Noelle had lost most of her original power, she had learned to control her superhuman strength.

She used it when necessary, otherwise maintaining the strength of a teenage girl, just
enough .

Although she no longer transformed into a dragon, this method of conserving her energy and unleashing it at the right time made
her simply a grim reaper wielding a giant weapon.

And now, assassination missions were her forte. As long as she concentrated her energy on balance and movement,
and exerted a little force when the assassination was needed, she could achieve a highly efficient kill.

In the blink of an eye, the silver-haired girl, moving silently and at high speed, nimbly
danced in the shadows between the corridor and pillars in her dark brown leather coat, slicing off the necks of every inconspicuous guard along the way, and
easily reached a spot just a corridor away from the second-floor command room.

Hidden in the dark room she had casually entered, she listened intently, easily hearing the rude, imperious shouts of
the commander .

Shagar, berating his subordinates, was frustrated and exasperated by the stalemate in the battle: "...Why, why, with
such a huge advantage, can't you produce any results! Tell him that if he can't
bring me Duger's head today, he'll have to use his own!"

(Foolish creature... such a huge difference between human warriors... how boring... alright
, how to quickly take care of him?)

Noelle leaned against the wall, secretly watching the faint light through the crack in the door. The corridor was just outside; if she could just cross the national highway,
storm the command room, and kill that idiot, everything would be fine. In the darkness... She pondered quietly.

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(3)

Shagar, one of the top legendary warriors in the desert, the sole
ruler was in a frenzy.

The battle was going badly, and even after giving those small battle commanders so many benefits, there was still no
good news. And the request for help from the capital had not received any response.

After giving him many instructions, Shagar once again sent a group of trusted men to the battlefield and the capital as messengers,
leaving only a bunch of guards and generals to face him.

Indeed, as an unparalleled legendary warrior, he could fight against thousands of troops by himself, but he was always proud of
his composure and caution, and would never expose himself without certainty. After all, no matter how powerful
the army was, it would all be for nothing if he died, and that cunning brat Duger was only thinking about getting
him out of his lair, how could he let him have his way!

...

But suddenly, there was a commotion outside. "It's terrible! The guards have suffered heavy casualties! The messengers
were all killed by unknown enemies before they even set out!"

A guard rushed in from outside, reporting in a panic.

"Order a city-wide alert! Find the intruder!"

The unexpected development startled Shagar. Naturally suspicious and highly vigilant, he quickly issued the order, then
donned his armor and his indestructible iron gauntlets, his brow furrowed in annoyance.

But suddenly, the door was kicked open. A bloodstained blade emerged from the messenger's abdomen. As he fell,
everyone saw a strange figure.

The entire room seemed to be instantly illuminated by an eerie light; it was a petite
girl .

"The intruder is me... And who is General Shagar?"

A clear, melodious voice, like heavenly music, sent a chill down the spines of all
the soldiers .

Shagar squinted, and upon closer inspection, he recognized the man as none other than "Dugger" from the fearsome Howling Wolf Clan.
"Your daughter." She was rumored to be the "Silver-Haired Witch," more valiant than any general, a battlefield demon princess wielding a weapon taller than
herself slaying countless enemies.

However, the girl didn't carry her usual halberd. Now, she wore
light armor made of high-quality black fur, her outfit crisp and clean, clearly an assassin's attire for this mission.

However, perhaps for ease of movement, or perhaps out of exceptional confidence, the leather armor only protected
her shoulders , chest, and hips; her forearms, abdomen, and the snow-white skin below her knees were casually exposed
. The girl's figure was rather slender for her age, appearing more playful and cute than sexy
.

However, what was utterly incongruous with her assassin persona was the long, silver-blue hair covering her delicate frame. Her hair, flowing freely and naturally to her waist without any
restraint, with playful curls at the ends and a peculiar
shimmer , was so beautiful that the men present couldn't help but want to grab it and smell or lick it.

An ordinary person might wonder how someone with such long hair could fight so fiercely on the battlefield. But
anyone who had heard of the Silver-Haired Witch's formidable reputation knew that this hair was less an adornment for the girl and more
a symbol of a deadly demon. The girl's godlike speed and strength were terrifying beyond human comprehension; just seeing
her was enough to leave one half-dead. Even with long hair that was disadvantageous in combat, what difference did it make? The girl's
strength far surpassed common sense.

A stunningly beautiful yet petite "silver-haired witch" stood calmly
among the rough, burly soldiers who had grown up honed in the desert, showing no sign of panic. She twirled her small, single-handed sword in a beautiful arc, then
tilted her head slightly, surveying the warriors present as if mentally counting them and
calculating the order in which to kill them.

Her face remained serene, save for a faint smile at the corner of her lips. Her captivating
violet eyes drew people in, compelling them to stare intently.

A witch not to be underestimated! Those present broke out in a cold sweat after a moment. How could an ordinary girl
possess such bewitching charm?

...

Meanwhile, Noelle was pleased with herself for being cautious.

After overhearing the situation inside, Noelle lay in wait, and once Shagar's confidants and messengers
emerged from the room, she easily felled them with a few strokes of her sword. (In this way, the enemy's command
will be isolated from the army for a period of time. Regardless of the outcome of the battle in the room, my mission will most
likely be completed... and the lamb chop reward will be successfully secured!)

(Anyway, as long as I can ensure that Duger wins, besieging this isolated island city will just be a simple matter of
cleaning up the mess.

The fierce battle I will face next is not something that can be guaranteed by simply killing everyone in the room
; it's just an extra task where doing things right or wrong doesn't matter!

When Noel stormed into the command hall, there were actually dozens of people gathered in the room. These fierce-looking men
were probably Shagar's elite guards and core advisors. To be
a ruler , one certainly needs a wealth of talent under one's command.) A single character, perhaps.

Shagar himself is probably the massive man in the center, clad in solid metal armor. The muscles in his shoulders and
upper arms are terrifyingly thick, the bulging lines of muscle like vines, the muscles of his shoulders, back, and arms practically
forming a single, imposing mountain of flesh.

His piercing eyes seem capable of killing; even as a dragon,
Shagar feels a slight tremor when facing his gaze head-on.

But is he a beast among beasts, or a demon among demons?

Such an enemy... it's a little exciting...

interesting, very interesting.

"...It's you. The silver-haired witch. This is the first time I've seen your true face up close like this!
Everyone says you're that bastard Duger's daughter, but I remember it all so clearly... How I took that little
slut from crying and begging to fucking her until she didn't utter a sound, and then personally shoved that wooden stick into her little cunt, all the way
through her. Heh, what a delicious child she was. But no matter how I look at you, you don't resemble her at all
... You're more like the child of one of those sorcerers in our desert, or one of those
slutty and lewd witches in the empire."

(The man admitted it so simply. So that's it, he killed Duger's daughter with his own hands
... the girl that "I" have been playing for the past two years. But now it's not so
convenient ... Duger probably really wants to kill him himself.)

Noel suddenly felt that even if she couldn't kill him, what if she thought about it from a different perspective? Maybe there would be many
interesting things.

"...But I am the daughter of Duger, whom you killed. It's just that I unexpectedly came back to life, and
the color of my hair has changed."

For example, how would he react to such a provocation?

"...Heh, playing tricks? Where did Duger hire such a troublesome fairy like you?"

"...Although I don't remember the details very clearly...I am Duger's daughter, that's for sure
. Perhaps it's a divine intervention, sending me to seek revenge...Shagar, it seems the heavens have already decided
your death."

She gently tossed her long, silver-blue hair, the silky strands scattering silver
powder in the air, as if saying—I am a divine miracle, here to punish you—. Noelle smiled slightly,
as if announcing the man's impending fate.

"...Tch...Fine."

Hearing this, Shagar's eyes darkened. "Kill her! Keep spouting nonsense, I want to see
what you're made of."

The guards obeyed and swarmed forward.

Noelle instantly entered battle mode, gathering her limited energy in her arms and waist, weaving through the crowd,
dodging blades with incredible speed, and unleashing terrifying, monstrous strength as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, slashing at every
enemy who came her way.

Instantly, shards of swords and arrows of blood exploded from the crowd. No matter how strong the ungrateful guards were...
Nothing could withstand the unimaginable, devastating blows of the strange girl. Her small, delicate arms and thin
blade, upon contact, shattered any weapon, then sliced the body
in two .

No one had ever heard of such a fighting style. No one could fight the girl head-on, and no one could break through
her defenses. Her unreasonable power was virtually indestructible. In just a few rounds, every
soldier and general who clashed with her was killed instantly. The remaining men scattered in fear, glancing furtively at their commander, unsure
what to do.

"A bunch of useless trash! You evil fairy, I'll deal with you myself..."

Noel

sighed. The rapid and high-powered continuous output was quite exhausting; her stomach was starting
to empty, and she was feeling hungry—this was not good.

Meanwhile, the tall man approaching exuded a terrifying aura, making Noel slightly wary. It was
an aura she had never seen before. In the past two years, no opponent on horseback had given her such a feeling.

"Lord Shagar. I've heard you're the only legendary warrior in the desert. I'm curious,
just how powerful are these legendary human warriors? Could you show me?"

A girl's clear, melodious voice suddenly rang out before Shagar, her innocent and curious tone suggesting a genuine
desire to learn . This annoyed Shagar

. "...Heh heh heh, I could, but if you can't handle it, you'll turn into a pile of minced meat.
Wouldn't that be a waste?"

"...Ah...like when you killed me? Passing through my belly
and then through my mouth...it hurt like hell. I didn't realize you were such a chivalrous man."

"Hmph."

The man didn't waste any more words, his iron fist, carrying overwhelming power, came crashing down. Noelle was startled and quickly channeled her
energy into her legs, desperately trying to dodge.

However, the terrifying fist, moving with a speed disproportionate to the giant's clumsiness, attacked relentlessly like a raging torrent. Noelle dodged
left and right , utterly disheveled.

"Try this."

Noelle tossed aside her one-handed sword, which was no match for the man's, and picked up the spear left behind by the corpse
. She tried to use her speed to create distance and engage in hit-and-run tactics.

However, no matter how she circled the room, the man always managed to attack quickly, as if he
could always anticipate her movements. Noelle wasn't much faster than him to begin with, and this made it impossible for her
to utilize her agility. Noelle found that she couldn't launch any attacks with ease.
Was the level of a legendary warrior?

She ran lap after lap, panting heavily, her energy depleted, but her spear barely
hit the man. Even when it did, because she hadn't used up most of her stored energy, the force wasn't enough
to leave any mark on his armor. And the man always seemed to cleverly deflect her attacks from his weak points.
What kind of bizarre physical abilities were these?! " How annoying..."

(This person is indeed extraordinary...) Noel felt slightly discouraged. So, it seemed her
fighting style, relying solely on her innate superhuman strength, wasn't enough to contend with truly terrifying opponents...?

"What's wrong, little witch? Feeling tired... Is your strength insufficient for sustained combat? Too bad
... Is that all you've got?"

"...Don't underestimate me!"

Noel abandoned her hit-and-run tactics, leaping up and unleashing a flurry of punches with both hands, her small fists charging
in, intending to gather most of her available power to smash the man into a pulp. No one had ever been able to withstand

even a concentrated burst of power from the silver dragon girl . A direct hit to a man's body, no matter how skillful the technique, couldn't prevent internal injuries from the terrifying force. So, this man was probably the same, right? 　　But the man grinned, exchanging blows with her without showing any weakness! 　　A series of violent collisions, accompanied by wind pressure, scattered debris throughout the room. Noelle was surprised to find that she had almost exhausted her strength, while the man showed no signs of weakness. He trembled slightly with both hands and said with a smile , 　　"Phew, you're really strong. I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Little witch, is this all you've got ?" 　　... 　　"...Well, that's why I'm Noelle, the daughter of Duger, not some witch." Noelle retorted indignantly. 　　"Too bad, too bad. Whether it's true or not, you're about to repeat the fate of the daughter of Duger..." 　　Noelle was slightly distracted when the man's large hand grabbed her, who seemed somewhat tired, and instantly seized her head. 　　Everything went black. The world spun around. 　　The man pressed her head, turned her around, and slammed her face against the ground repeatedly... 　　boom boom boom... 　　almost denting the floorboards. 　　Noelle had managed to concentrate her energy on her head for protection, so she was mostly unharmed, but still dizzy . 　　She felt as frail as a sheet of paper once her body was in Shagar's grasp. He flung her around and slammed her against the wall with a loud thud, leaving Noelle feeling numb and limp. 　　(What a terrifying man… he showed no mercy whatsoever. He probably thought I must be some kind of monster with such strength… although, by human standards, that's certainly true.) 　　Finally, the man saw that the girl in his hands had stopped resisting and had become a soft, limp mass of flesh. He breathed a sigh of relief . Fighting such an unusual enemy must have been quite a challenge for him. 　　Lifting her head, the man leaned close to Noel and asked smugly, "How about it, still have the energy to be fierce?" 　　"Heh heh, say what you will. Your army is about to be defeated, my father is about to avenge me, and you can do nothing but torture a little girl here. How majestic, Lord Shagar." 　　"Heh heh, aren't you perfectly fine here, daughter of Duger? So what revenge has her father come for?" 　　"Is that so… so you're finally willing to admit I'm Duger's daughter?" 　　The man grinned horribly, his ugly, grotesque features clustered together, making him look exceptionally vicious. 　　"Yes, because I'm about to torture you properly… just like two years ago. That way, your father…"

"Only then can Dad's revenge be justified. You can't blame me for something I didn't do, right?"

"...What...do you mean?"

Noelle forced a smile. Although she pretended not to understand, she knew perfectly well what was going on.
Since she hadn't been able to defeat him easily, this result wasn't so bad...anyway, her mission was complete. Initially, she was just curious and intrigued. How would

such a cruel warlord react if he discovered that the daughter of his "failed-to-kill" enemy had returned to seek revenge? Now, she could find out, but everything was developing in a way that seemed like fate. It was an unexpectedly interesting turn of events. 　　However, at that moment, Noelle suddenly felt a chill on her chest. 　　"Ah..." Suddenly, the man's large hand ripped off her fur armor. Her entire chest was exposed. 　　Since her first arrival in the Howling Wolf Legion, Noelle had never casually exposed . After all, everyone treated the "leader's daughter" with utmost respect and affection. Even those who looked at her with strange eyes and doubted her identity never showed any disrespect. 　　On the battlefield, she had never been violated before, and this rough treatment of her clothes was a first A slight shyness, a feeling she had never experienced before, gave her a strange sensation. Her fair face flushed slightly; the battlefield demon was so girlish. 　　However, even with her shyness, Noelle, with her head held by the man, could only futilely wave her hands to try and cover her chest. The man, finding her small hands in the way, simply put her down and pulled her in front of him, binding her hands behind her back, allowing him to freely grope her breasts. 　　The rough hands brushed against her skin, the strange friction causing a slight sting to her delicate skin, but not unpleasant. 　　His fingers gently caressed her nipples, raising goosebumps all over her body, yet Noelle felt a strange sense of comfort. 　　However, when she gently raised her head and opened her eyes, she found the remaining soldiers either lewdly grinning with their arms crossed, or sitting in twos and threes on the ground pointing and watching the spectacle of their leader humiliating the damned assassin girl. 　　(Ah... a little ashamed... though I don't know why... but, shouldn't a human girl react like this ...? 　　But, I am a silver dragon, a being superior to humans... 　　Although I don't remember very clearly, should I just do nothing and be humiliated like this...? I really don't understand 　　...) 　　(It just did feel somewhat comfortable.) 　　Before the fierce and thirsty men, the silver-haired little witch exposed her snow-white breasts. On her undeveloped mounds, two rosy nipples stood possessed a seductive allure that seemed out of place for such a young girl. 　　The little witch awkwardly shook her head, her eyes barely closed, a slight blush on her face. Her lips parted slightly , releasing soft breaths—a truly breathtaking sight. 　　Her fur coat was tossed aside, leaving only short leather pants beneath black bodysuits. Her feet stretched and kicked gently with the boss's unrestrained caresses of her delicate chest, conveying the girl's uncomfortable reaction to the unbearable stimulation. 　　... 　　But the girl on the other side was somewhat confused. She had only intended to provoke the man, drawing out his weakness to deliver a fatal blow, leaving him vulnerable until Duger arrived. Or perhaps she wanted to provoke him into mimicking the events of two years ago , then she could escape unscathed. 　　Who knew this wicked humiliation would last so long? With the men restrained, their chests shamelessly exposed and played with, and being ogled by a bunch of lowly men, she had almost forgotten how long it lasted...it just felt like an eternity 　　. (What's wrong with these people...is it really fun to play with me like this...don't they care about the war? What are they planning?) 　　(Ah… perhaps, for a beautiful girl like me, this was a development I should have foreseen…) 　　A strange tremor suddenly welled up in Noel's chest. Since "landing" into this world, her memories of who she truly was had become blurred. 　　But suddenly, many things came flooding back, such as the attitude of the Howling Wolf Legion towards her. Besides the reverence, affection, and doubt of her loyal subordinates, there were indeed some men who looked at her with strange eyes 　　… So that's it, it was naked lust, a desire for the unattainable, goddess-like beauty of a young girl's body, an unspeakable contradiction, a contradiction that only became more blatant despite attempts to conceal it. It was being a woman, and also… As a silver dragon, facing such a lowly race, one naturally receives admiration and yearning … 　　It is a mixture of reverence and expectation, desire and destructive urge… 　　It is something that has been natural for thousands of years, the aspirations that goddesses naturally receive before mortals… 　　And these are precisely the gazes she is currently enduring. 　　Although it is only a gaze, it is like a salty, wet lick, like a hot genital eager to enter and possess her, like hot arms wanting to hold her tightly and melt her… 　　Her suddenly heightened senses seem to have instantly activated a mode of acceptance she had never been aware of before; the complex and subtle desires of people are transmitted to her through the air and through their gazes. 　　(…Ah, I see. I remembered so many things, things …more importantly, the thought patterns of inferior beings…and those things were energies I could already perceive and possess…) However, her body also became excited and hot, and she couldn't bear 　　just receiving these desires radiating from the void . 　　Her lower body became uncomfortable, indescribably embarrassing, how strange. 　　The little witch involuntarily twisted her slender waist, a shameful action like that of a woman in heat, which made the men even more excited. But Noel didn't realize how tempting and dangerous this was, she just tried to alleviate her discomfort. 　　But the men's leader, Shagar, understood the true meaning, and with another wave of his hand, he tore it off.

The girl's exquisitely crafted fur trousers, when removed from her body and falling to the ground, revealed her
completely naked utterly bare.

Beneath her beautiful, slender waist were delicately rounded buttocks, displaying a slight maternal curve—the
undeveloped youthful lines of a virgin.

With the trousers removed, her smooth lower body, from her abdomen to her genitals to her bare thighs, revealed
a pure, snow-white garden of a young girl, radiating a lustful glow, before the beasts, completely igniting
their frenzied desires.

Even though this was the pure flesh of a girl the age of their own daughter, the soldiers had never seen such a flawless, exquisite
beauty. If their leader hadn't been right before them, even if they had thought of their own daughters of similar age, they would
have forgotten , driven by a dark desire to humiliate their daughters, and brutally assaulted the girl.

Thus, in her consciousness, Noelle could almost feel the men's desire, hot and
pungent, rushing towards her, almost suffocating her. Yet, amidst the dizziness, her body felt
an even greater pleasure, and her lower body, surprisingly, shuddered, as if something was
slowly flowing down there… it felt so good… she just didn't know if anything was flowing out…

To the men, there were clearly tiny specks of light shimmering in that pink crevice; the little witch
was getting wet right before their eyes. She really was a witch!

Noelle was still immersed in the bewildering vortex of desire. She had long forgotten her questions about why
the men before her had suddenly begun this lewd feast, ignoring the impending battle.

But as a silver dragon girl, she didn't need any magic or allure; her naturally perfect body, in any
form , naturally produced a fatal attraction—something she herself couldn't recall.

But for the men, there was an even simpler reason.

That meant the leader had permitted their violence. No matter how harshly outsiders judged them, the ruthless and
decisive leader would never indulge in lust. They knew that even for fleeting pleasure, faced with
such a seductive witch, the leader's violence and punishment would be swift and decisive. After their entertainment,
the witch's time was running out!

As if rewarding a subordinate, Shagar gave his general a wink, and a man, his eyes gleaming with
barely delight, approached. Noelle glanced at the man suspiciously, and he unceremoniously
spread his legs.

The naive young girl had so wantonly spread her legs in an M-shape, her hairless genitals completely offered to the strange male
general. Suddenly feeling a warm current, Noelle let out a soft "Mmm..." and closed her eyes.

Itchy, wet—something had suddenly descended upon her forbidden territory. Her delicate area was
being teased and manipulated by a strange, snail-like soft body. With each touch, her body trembled, an electric-like
throbbing sensation sweeping from beneath her skin to her head, then down her spine. Her secret passage grew
increasingly wet, and the soft body became even more delighted, working even harder

. (So… it's a tongue. Truly, a very wicked person, a very wicked tongue…)

But, letting him ravage her like this was actually a pleasure for her. Noelle was somewhat immersed in happiness; being
served like this by her enemy wasn't so bad, was it?

The nimble tongue continued to caress the sensitive bud, and the girl felt more lost than ever before, her brows
furrowing . Until a beautiful moan involuntarily escaped her lips.

The man knew the girl had fallen for his trick. Enveloping the bud, his tongue skillfully swept over
every part of the girl's perfect pink lips, inside and out, and then, finally, he ventured deeper into the secret passage.

The tongue's touch was subtly folded, and what was placed in her mouth was surprisingly sweet nectar. No wonder she was
a witch ; even her lower fluids were like honey? The excited tongue spared no effort, diligently
churning and stirring the girl's flower core.

Perhaps it was the first time she had been played with like this, or perhaps she had received too much lust.

The girl's aroused body was too sensitive and vulnerable. With several touches, her whole body shuddered,
convulsed , and she ejaculated.

The silver dragon girl, her eyes tightly closed, was extremely satisfied, shamelessly laughing softly as she slumped down.

The sweet witch's nectar splashed all over the man's face. The man, delighted, buried his entire head
in the young girl's delicate vulva, licking and sucking as if he wanted to devour every last drop of her fluids.

"...Mmm...Mmm, it's so...it hurts, what are you doing?"

Finally realizing something was wrong, Noelle became somewhat displeased. This man, pushing his luck
, had taken her virginity for the first time and still wouldn't stop. There's a limit to how much he can take!

However, the girl's mind cleared somewhat.

(...Although it felt good, there's a limit... These scumbags who will soon be finished, trying to
take me here, they're overestimating themselves.)

Adding to the awkwardness of the man rubbing his pubic hair against her crotch, Noel had an idea.

(...This move was originally meant for Shagar, but since I don't need to kill him now, and he's too cautious to
fall for it, I'll just use it to teach you a lesson, you ignorant fool.)

The girl suddenly brought her legs together, tightly trapping the man's head between her thighs in a deadly angle.

Before the man could react, with just a slight infusion of power, the girl's death strangler snapped
his neck.

(This lowly man actually ate so much of my... well, you deserved to die!
)

"What?!"

"Damn it!" "You

slut! What do we do, boss?!"

"Kill her!"

The death of their beloved lieutenant instantly ignited a frenzy among their comrades, who had fought side-by-side with them. The men finally
snapped out of their lewd atmosphere and remembered the brutality and terror of their enemy. A chill ran down their spines. They
had forgotten how many comrades and compatriots she had killed under the witch's allure! They had
almost been bewitched!

A mad obsession
surged .

Unlike the pink lust, a mist of crimson and black hatred and destructive desire seemed to surround
Noelle. Inhaling this aura, Noelle felt a strange, new power flowing into her body.
She was intoxicated by the frenzied destructive urge, and began to feel excited in another sense

(…Ah. How intense! Those mad scenes seem so vivid, I can almost see them with my eyes closed…They're all coming for me,
it's wonderful…human passion)

. This atmosphere affected everyone else.

Shagar let out an angry growl, grabbed the witch by the neck, and glared fiercely at Noelle.

(Hehe, your reactions were so predictable... but still quite amusing...

"You slutty bitch, if you want to die so badly, fine. Let your old man suffer the pain of losing his daughter again, and then
you can all die in despair! Hahahaha."

This time, the man was really serious.

...

Being dragged to the table and tied up, Noelle felt that something was finally about to happen.

The men were all anticipating their execution.

Shagar could no longer contain his madness. Everything was just as expected.)

(It seems I've always been used to this. Guiding the strange
emotions , perhaps this is what I'm naturally good at...)

The gloomy Ragel walked over with a long spear, the pointed metal head pressed against her genitals. It was cold.

A shiver ran through her entire body.

Despite being about to be executed, Noelle couldn't help but anticipate some crazy thought.

The pointed head was taken into her lower lips, hard

(sigh, I didn't expect... my first time would be taken by this guy... I was thinking of giving it to him, to see his
reaction... never mind)

gradually pushing in, breaking through something...

but it didn't hurt much.

The long wooden shaft entered her honeyed passage, the evil pointed head reaching her precious core as a woman
...

rough, full... so hard, so swollen...

...

Finally, the lewd witch was pierced by absolute punishment, her whole body and soul bound
to .

...

Half a day later, the situation in the desert settled.

The Howling Wolf Legion, having decisively defeated the Shagar Alliance, would soon have its fame spread throughout the desert, no, throughout the entire
continent .

The cold-faced new ruler of the desert, the legendary black-haired leader of the legion, and the unparalleled warrior Duger,
rode their horses to the foot of the desolate ancient castle. The blood on the greatsword on his back had just dried; its blade had claimed
countless lives.

The old order of the desert was now reduced to this stubborn remnant. And his enemies awaited him there.

…

Even the castle had been captured.

Before he arrived at Sandcastle, a heavily armed special forces unit was already waiting throughout the castle.

Shortly after Noel stormed into the castle, the special forces unit, lying in ambush outside without any response, followed and
took control of most of the fortress, awaiting Duger's arrival.

However, like cornered beasts, Shagar and his last remaining generals still put up a desperate resistance in the small hall,
offering the general's daughter as a symbolic sacrifice before the castle. The dead girl, impaled by a spear, stood starkly against the twilight
earth .

…

Seeing this scene, Duger was overwhelmed with emotion.

Countless scenes and memories flashed through his mind.

He seemed to have aged several years in an instant.

It's hard to imagine what he was thinking in that moment, but when his eyes regained their light, he had already
bid farewell to the past.

Quietly walking to the dead "daughter," he said softly,

"…Come down."

"…"

"Alright, alright, I brought some food."

"Ugh..." The girl, pierced through, suddenly stirred. Despite the gun tip emanating from her mouth,
Noelle managed to twist her head, trying to look at the man.

The man flicked his wrist, taking the large, paper-wrapped leg of lamb from his shoulder and tossing it.

A gust of wind blew, and as if by miracle, the girl vanished, then reappeared on the ground, catching the food and
munching away.

"...You think you can fool me with that kind of deathly appearance?"

Yes... if she were dead, she would turn into silver mist, so why was she standing
here like a corpse?

Sometimes, the man felt the girl had a very twisted sense of humor.

Yes, she wasn't his daughter; he'd known that for a long time. His

daughter was long dead. Therefore, his life had long lost its meaning; he was nothing but
a walking corpse .

But this strange, heaven-sent girl was a miracle bestowed upon him by heaven. She was a witch who called herself the Silver Dragon,
and also a divine weapon.

Why did she adopt him as her daughter? He couldn't quite explain it; perhaps it was in this zombie-like, meaningless remaining life
that a small... A self-deprecating laugh. Perhaps it was just amusement. And the girl probably felt the same way.

In her eyes, there was no warmth, only devilish cunning and scheming. Nothing else but
emptiness.

But wasn't he the same?

The man continued striding forward, drawing his greatsword. His old rival, the gigantic villain Shagar, was already waiting at
the door.

The enemy, having lost everything, probably understood that the remaining drama could only
be settled .

The man sighed softly. His aura instantly swelled, as did the man opposite him. Both had reached
the legendary rank, a rarity in the world, so there was no unfairness in the ensuing deathmatch.

...

And what would happen to him after killing his enemy and avenging his daughter?

The man glanced at the strange girl who was happily feasting to herself, and gave a bitter laugh.

In this boundless desert and endless battles, his heart was already
filled , and even killing his enemy wouldn't change that.

If that girl is a weapon bestowed upon me by heaven, then I will use her to fight to the ends of the earth.

I raise my sword and slay the enemy.

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