I Received System to Become Dragonborn

It was as if the sun that had been obscured by the Chaos Magic clouds was rising again.

Forest Elves, Ogres, and Daemons stared with a mixture of awe and horror.

The flames coming from the mouth of a Dragon showed how mighty he was. And those who just stand below seem helpless in the face of the Dragon.

The Ogres, palace Elves, and Forest Elves trembled. While the Daemons feel frozen because they know who is trapped in the flames.

"(W-We have to save our King...") One of the Daemons spoke.

Yet his eyes filled with horror and he couldn't move his body at the sight of the Dragon who was still blowing fire.

Even though his friends were around him and heard what he said, they couldn't reply.

How could they save their King from something like that?

They would only increase the number of fallen warriors in their army.

So, the Daemons could only stay silent and stare while shrouded in dread.

Dragon-Erend stopped his flames. Then he shook his head as if to spit and Baldeem's body fell down.

*BOOM!*

Baldeem fell to the ground. Almost all the Daemons who saw that immediately rushed to him.

As soon as they arrived at the place where Baldeem fell, the Daemons froze.

Baldeem's body was black and badly burned. Baldeem's legs were torn by fire, and one of his hands was cut off.

His one remaining hand was severely damaged and only three fingers remained.

Seeing their leader's state, the Daemons were enveloped in an unimaginable sense of despair.

At first, they came feeling excited because of the hope of slaughtering the Elves. But what they get here is very far from their expectations.

Instead, their King is dying like this.

"(Q-Quickly heal him! We must bring him back)"

The Daemon healer who had been treating Baldeem earlier said.

Several Daemons immediately lifted Baldeem up carefully.

"(Open the Portal!)"

The healer told one of the Daemons who can use Magic to open the Portal.

Without any further debate, the Daemons had come to an absolute agreement. They have to get out of here!

The Ogres who saw the Daemons fleeing one by one into the Portal stared at them with disdain.

However, their thoughts were immediately dashed when a large shadow blocked the light from above them.

Dragon-Erend was flying above them. He sweeps his claws to scoop up the Ogres.

Some of the Ogres that had been hit by the claws were lucky enough to be able to scream.

Some of them were simply torn to death or impaled by claws.

Dragon-Erend mercilessly slaughtered them relentlessly.

Their pale blood splashed across the air, the roof, and the ground. Creates a very gruesome scene.

The few Ogres who saw that didn't say or do anything else other than immediately intend to run away.

The absence of a leader made their situation even worse.

Their leaders predicted that this would be an easy attack. So those leaders didn't bother coming and just gave orders that they just had to wreak havoc in the Elf castle.

It turns out that the one who wreaks havoc is something else. A Dragon was slaughtering them and now they were in a state of panic.

The portals began to open one by one.

The Ogres that were close to the Portal rushed in immediately.

Soon they were just huddled and crammed into the Portal because they didn't want to miss a second to get out of there.

However, Dragon-Erend hovered above them.

The flapping of his wings is the sound of approaching death.

Frightened screams were heard. But that only lasted for a moment, before a burst of yellowish-red flames came from above.

*ZWOOOOSSSHHH!!!*

"ARRRGHHHH!!!"

The Ogres screamed in pain. Dragon-Erend's flames were so hot that it didn't take long for them to lose the ability to scream. Because they already burnt to ashes.

Some of the Ogres were lucky enough to enter the Portal before the flames consumed them. They immediately closed the Portal.

Having finished with the Ogres, Dragon-Erend floated up again and darted his eyes around.

He only saw a few Daemons and Ogres also rushing into their Portals.

'I think this is enough.'

Erend nodded inside his head. The Urgent Quest only required him to repel the army, not annihilate them.

Even though Erend was now sure that he could do that, there was one more important thing to do.

Dragon-Erend looked up. The colorful lightning flashed with greater intensity than before.

He flew up but didn't know what to do.

'How am I supposed to deal with this? Do I just have to scorch it with my fire?'

Erend was confused. This Chaos Magic Storm is a collection of clouds created by unstable Magic.

Erend also understood a little about the anomaly. Most likely this was created because of the battle that took place.

Dragon-Erend was now in the middle of a gray cloud that was emitting flashes of lightning.

He even got hit by lightning several times but he didn't feel anything.

'Tut, I need your help on this one.'

Erend finally decided to call Tut.

[ "Dragon has the ability to absorb Chaos Magic." ]

As usual, Tut came up with a to-the-point answer.

'How?' Erend asked.

["As usual. You just need to will it." ]

Erend groaned in his head. 'But if I absorb all of this, what will happen to me?'

["Don't worry. You won't get any bad effects from absorbing Chaos Magic. Instead, this Chaos Magic will restore your MP." ]

Dragon-Erend's eyes widened. 'Whoa, I can use this to restore my MP?'

[ "Yes. It's one of the special abilities of the Dragons." ]

'Well, okay. Thanks.'

Erend immediately sensed that his connection to Tut had been lost.

But Erend had already found the answer he wanted so he didn't complain.

Dragon-Erend immediately rushed deeper into this Chaos Magic cloud til he was covered in a siege of gray clouds.

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