Mist Silver Evil Dragon Chaos Era 1-3

The Noel are

silver-blue hair and

violet eyes.

Their age and form can change with their transformations (in this story, they are an underdeveloped ten-year-old girl).

The amnesiac girl's

initial ability is to gather energy through eating, drinking, and other actions, wielding superhuman strength and becoming invulnerable to weapons.

Her body can turn into mist and mimic other forms, but this requires a large amount of energy.

She also turns into mist after death.

She can only transform back into her dragon form when she has sufficient energy.

As the story progresses, she gradually regains her past self.

About dragons:

Various proto-dragons were once gods who ruled the world.

After angering the creator god due to their arrogance, they were reprimanded, stripped of their power, or sealed away, and most faded from the human world.

Only their weak descendants and lesser dragon species remained, becoming the dragon race that is no more superior to humans in modern times.

The silver dragon is the only proto-dragon without offspring. Known for its unpredictable nature and ability to transform, it is

unknown why it has survived to this day.

1.

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

The cavalrymen's expressions were grim. The leading knight, a burly, black-haired man, wore thick leather armor that, while sturdy and luxurious, was weathered and scarred. He possessed the fierce look of a lion, clearly a powerful warrior. Yet, his weathered face, obscured by the wind and sand, was etched with anger and anxiety as he frantically rode forward.

The cavalry charged on, and finally, they encountered something.

It was an abandoned settlement in the desert. Nestled among rocks, a dried-up oasis, and a low-lying depression, it seemed long abandoned.

Yet, there were traces of recent human activity. Why? Very obvious.

On the flattened ground was a high platform, and on it, several wooden poles bore the glaringly obvious corpses. The burly man

frantically led his followers towards the platform, attempting to identify the dead

…

"Ugh, ugh ...

The inhuman pain and misery contained within soared to the heavens and seeped deep into the earth.

A young girl's corpse was impaled on the wooden pole,

pierced from bottom to top, the blood already dried. Only her still beautiful, but now pale and lifeless face revealed her identity to the newcomer:

the beloved daughter of the riders' leader, the black-haired giant.

The giant snapped the wooden pole in two, his hands trembling as he stroked his daughter's body, a hoarse gurgling sound escaping his throat.

His men stood frozen in fear, none daring to approach their leader.

...

But then, a sudden change occurred.

A deafening battle cry, accompanied by beams of light and incantations, seemed to have been preordained, erupting from all directions.

"We've been ambushed!!!" "

Quickly, form ranks!!! Protect the leader!!!" The dismounted

riders were all formidable and versatile warriors, worthy of being trusted confidants of their leader for many years. Some, far from their horses, immediately took up their shields and formed a defensive line, while others mounted their horses and circled the arena, trying to find the enemy's path and exploit any weaknesses in their defenses.

The attackers emerged from the sandstorm; though few in number, 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 clashed 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.

To fight these people to the death was his and his men's only thought.

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.

Everyone looked up; the wings of the flying monsters blocked out the sunlight, and several wyverns, carrying their arrogant riders, unleashed an unstoppable aerial attack.

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 sticks and corpses. He couldn't believe his daughter was among them.

But… could he not search?

What meaning would his life have if he didn't?

Did he really have to kill everyone in the world?

Remaining enemies were nearby, and the surviving soldiers from both sides, attacked by a third party, cried out in the unseen surroundings, trying to find cover or fire their weapons into the air. But even with the ground a mess of smoke and dust, they wouldn't have much time to rest.

The vast majority of people here would die.

The strong yet weak man, his heart filled with despair, looked around in vain.

It seemed he would soon perish here.

Then. Suddenly, a massive impact knocked everyone around to the ground.

No one knew what had happened. Only the groans of the wounded lay on the ground.

The burly man struggled to make out the situation ahead through the smoke and dust. Until, he saw a standing, naked girl.

That was… his own daughter?

A tender body, about 12 or 13 years old, naked, with bewildered eyes, so empty and innocent.

A slender face, an ethereal beauty, as unparalleled as his own daughter.

Only, her hair was silver down to her waist.

"My daughter…you're not dead? Haha, hahahahahahaha!"

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, the naked girl walked on, incongruous with the chaos.

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 touched her arm and sent her flying backward in a bizarre manner.

The girl looked utterly bewildered.

But all around was death. After the raid and the carnage, few survivors remained on the battlefield. And they were fighting somewhere unknown. No one could offer her any answers except for a few shadows circling overhead.

There was one person who could: the burly, crazed man.

Finally, the girl turned to the man, the leader of the riders. The tear-streaked man had stopped crying. His eyes shone with a strange light; whether he was insane or simply mad, he stared silently at the strange girl.

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

"Dugger. Chapter Master. 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 county magistrate's lackeys, those traitors of the Sons of the Desert. And then, those lackeys were killed by the Imperial Army's bastards. 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 just forgotten my name. And I don't quite remember what I'm supposed to do."

But the man's rough hand had already 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. 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 flawless, supreme being. It was the very thing that had transformed from the girl he had falsely claimed to be his daughter.

How bizarre his life had become!

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 other grotesque adversaries sprayed blood and fell howling in agony.

Azure divine flames spewed from its mouth, instantly turning the mage and his mount into steam.

"...Haha ... The

man knelt and laughed wildly, laughing at the magical and ironic spectacle. He laughed at his own pathetic and absurd life. He laughed at the breathtaking beauty of the legendary creature.

...

After it all ended, the dragon vanished as if evaporated.

A naked girl lay at the man's feet, seemingly 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 warlord named Duger was forever changed.

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