A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 99 Calming down, temporarily
The flesh giant finally fell.

But there was no sign of joy on the faces of the soldiers standing around the remains of the flesh and blood giant.

More than half of the city was destroyed. The casualties have not yet been counted, but it is obvious that this is the heaviest casualties since the city was founded.

Fear still remained on the faces of the citizens and ordinary soldiers. The horrific memory of this night would be imprinted in the hearts of these people for at least decades.

As the sun rose, a gap opened in the city wall of the royal capital.

The sunlight could not protect these living people, nor could the quasi-legend. The undead carried out the Death Knight's last order and spread fear in the royal capital.

The entire royal capital did not resist for long. Within a day, all the resistance in the city were wiped out by the undead, leaving only a few survivors hiding in their respective hideouts.

Without a commander, the undead began to disperse slowly on their own, looking for the nearest place where the living gathered.

Soon, they will spread to the territories of other nobles around. With the current number of undead, those territories will not be able to withstand the impact of these undead.

"The legend of the dead has been branded, imprinted in the fear of every human. Whenever you mention us in the dark night, the dead will not completely disappear."

As the Death Knight dissipated, a voice seemed to appear in the ears of the quasi-legend.

Looking at those mortals who were in fear, the quasi-legend remembered his words again. There was no doubt that those who were frightened by the undead would remember this day for the rest of their lives, and many of them would constantly mention this day. Then, those kind-hearted bards would turn it into poems and ballads and spread it throughout the human kingdom.

"Nesting the legend of the dead into part of human fear?"

In a cathedral bathed in eternal sunlight, an old man receives a report from a quasi-legend.

After pondering for a moment, he roughly guessed the plan of the dead spirits, but it was a little too late to understand it now. The Sun God Cult did not have the power to stop people from talking about certain things in the secular society.

Those secular kings were keeping a close eye on the matter. Many kingdoms had expressed dissatisfaction with the decision to send a quasi-legend to deal with the Death Knight. They believed that the force sent by the Church exceeded the necessary level and might cause too great an impact on the secular world.

After waving his hand and asking the others to leave, the old man looked at the statue behind him. The statue had no human form, but was a blazing sun. The endless sunshine in the church came from this statue.

“Lord, please give me some revelation.”

A dreamy murmur seemed to appear around. Most people could not make out any useful information from the murmur, but the old man listened respectfully and nodded slightly in the end.

"Everything is as you wish. It will not harm the survival of mankind. There is no need to interfere."

The mumbling continued.

This time, the old man finally showed a look of surprise on his face.

"Giant dragon... But we are not strong enough... Don't cause a conflict, just observe... and record as much as possible."

The mumbling seemed to become more and more confusing, and even for the old man, it was becoming increasingly difficult to correctly understand these mumblings.

"I understand. Observe the movements of the dragons and record their behavior."

The confused, inarticulate mumbling stopped.

The old man took two deep breaths and seemed very tired. He picked up the pen on the chanting table and wrote quickly. He had to record the main content of the mumbling on paper while he still remembered it.

"Don't worry about the legends of the dead, pay attention to the movements of the dragons, and record the auta's blasphemy bulaya."

The old man suddenly woke up, stopped writing, and then without hesitation blacked out all the content at the end of the record. Then he rang the bell on the chanting platform.

A clergyman came in.

"who am I?"

"You are our Pope, Lightspread."

After hearing the clergyman's reply, the old man's expression gradually relaxed.

Communicating with gods is not a safe thing. Even if the gods themselves have no ill intentions, believers may get lost in the gods' mumblings and return to the arms of their Lord prematurely.

The previous Pope transformed into a corona during a long communication with the gods and returned to the embrace of the sun.

Fortunately, before communicating with the gods, the believers were evacuated, so the incident ultimately destroyed only the cathedral at that time. "I am still Lightspreed, and I am still a humble servant of the Lord."

He whispered silently, over and over again, and the urge to melt in the sunshine and return to the sun's embrace gradually subsided.

"Give up the attempt to block the legend of the dead. Send people to the vicinity of the dragon lairs we know about to observe their movements and record them."

"But, those giant dragons, the Council..."

The old man was a little impatient and waved his hand to interrupt his subordinates' questions.

"Just observe and record from a distance. Don't disturb the dragons. If they come to drive you away, have the team retreat to a farther location."

The old man walked down from the chanting platform.

“The Lord will protect them.”

Even dragons would not easily provoke the servants of these gods. If those dragons took the initiative to attack clergy who did not show hostility, the most the Council could do was to fight back after the church had destroyed the dragon and then express some dissatisfaction.

The dragons are well aware of this, and even the ones with the worst tempers will mostly just drive the clergy of the church far away.

"Yes, my lord."

The order was quickly passed down.

The middle-aged man's carriage also arrived at the territory of Sagat City. The original Sagat City was already an empty city. Even with the refugees replenishing the population, Lannia had no plans to expand the settlement there again in the short term.

"Welcome, my dear brother."

Now, the town of Pala is still the center of the territory she controls, and she has prepared a nice residence for her brother here.

"I didn't expect you to come pick me up in person."

The middle-aged man got off the carriage and looked at his new residence and Lanya in front of him.

"Brother, of course I have to greet you personally. Please come in. We have a lot to discuss."

After saying that, Lanya walked towards the mansion behind her. Her brother would have to live here for many years to come.

Of course, he will not be alone, as there are a hundred soldiers working in shifts around the clock to accompany him without sleep.

Fary has already packed up the treasures to be displayed on Dragon Island, so as not to embarrass his mother in this world or attract the attention of the Roll Kings.

"Don't you want to prepare something to take back?"

Safrina watched Farui busying around, which aroused Farui's curiosity.

"Do you think I need these?"

"That's true."

Safrina's position among the new generation of dragons has long been established, and there is really no need to bother her like Fari did.

"Okay, let's go."

Fari strapped the treasures to his back, walked out of the cave, flapped his wings and flew into the air.

Everything seems to have come to an end.

However, in the human kingdom at this moment.

"If you don't get some sleep, the dead will knock on your bedroom door at night."

Countless mothers were threatening their children in this way, accompanied by bursts of crying. A corpse broke open its coffin and slowly stood up.

It seems that the legend of the dead will accompany humans for a long time.

(End of this chapter)