Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 57: We Are Also Victims

Just as Westheid stood in awe of the Legendary Powerhouse’s might, the rampaging Blade Light and Sword Shadow came to a stop, vanishing as suddenly and without warning as it had begun.

Solren’s figure reappeared in their field of vision.

The Sword Saint’s clothes were slightly disheveled, and his unsheathed long saber was now slightly nicked. He stood hunched over on a Giant Dragon’s corpse, taking deep, continuous breaths.

It was clear that Solren had held nothing back with that Blade Light and Sword Shadow, giving it his all.

Otherwise, he never could have achieved the brilliant feat of heavily wounding the Dragon Group.

But merely routing the Dragon Group wasn’t nearly enough. Not many Giant Dragon Execution Officers had died under Blade Light and Sword Shadow, and the other Giant Dragons were not without the strength to fight back. However, after Westheid and his group defected on the front lines, the Dragons’ morale had completely shattered. They had no will to fight left and were only focused on escaping with their lives.

Solren couldn’t let them just escape like that. He barely took a few breaths before giving chase.

The Sword Saint’s speed was impossible for the mortal eye to follow, leaving only the afterimage of a silver flash of lightning seared onto the retina—the glint of his shining blade.

Every time the silver flash streaked past, a fleeing Giant Dragon would be pierced by an invisible blade, letting out a wretched roar as it struggled before being pinned to the ground.

Under the dual blow of a hostile Legend and betrayal from their own side, the Giant Dragons didn’t dare turn back to fight.

The one-sided slaughter and pursuit continued to the edge of the mountain forest. In the end, only a few Giant Dragons escaped, disappearing over the horizon.

"HUFF, HUFF—"

Solren sheathed his long saber, taking deep breaths to regulate his ragged breathing from the high-intensity battle.

"A few still got away... But that’s to be expected. Lord Solren, I must warn you, the Dragon Race is notoriously petty. When Scorching Wings returns, the first thing he’ll do is burn this place to cinders and level it. I suggest you evacuate the civilians."

Westheid said to the Sword Saint, gazing at the distant silhouettes of the Dragons. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Solren turned to look at Westheid and his group, pondered for a moment, and said:

"The moment I made my move, I knew this would be the outcome. I will evacuate the civilians. Also, we need to talk."

Westheid smiled and bowed. "Of course. You must have many questions, and I will answer them one by one... We’re comrades-in-arms now, aren’t we?"

"...I will go and confirm whether the previous explosions were as you described."

Solren didn’t give a direct yes or no, instead offering a roundabout answer.

’If the Dragon Race on the Kepal Plain had truly suffered such a devastating blow, then it was beyond the limits of a self-inflicted wound ploy. There would be no reason not to trust them.’

They returned to the watchtower together. The Resistance Army had already begun to clean up the aftermath of the Sword Saint’s slaughter. Hundreds of Dragon Beast corpses stained the ground outside the watchtower into a pool of blood.

"Leader!"

"Lord Solren!"

The Resistance Army Warriors and the Trial Takers all gathered around.

Solren first instructed his second-in-command, "Take stock of our current troops, weapons, and supplies. Prepare to evacuate all non-combatants and distribute all our reserve supplies."

"Then, send someone to contact our Warriors in every region. I need to confirm whether a massive explosion occurred at the Dragon Race stronghold on the Kepal Plain."

"No need to go that far, Lord Solren!"

Andre immediately chimed in eagerly, "If you use our Communication Device, you can contact anyone on the entire Kepal Plain. You’ll get the information you want very quickly."

"Mm, that would be a great help."

The exhausted Sword Saint forced a smile, then turned to face Westheid’s group of three.

"And as for these... friends. Regardless, thank you for your help. Come in. For now, at least, you have earned our friendship."

"Lord Solren! Didn’t you see this Dragon-blooded Hybrid?"

Seeing that Solren was actually about to accept Westheid’s group of three, Burlington could no longer hold back.

Although he had wanted to draw his sword the moment he saw Reiya, after she raised her hand and unleashed Dragon Thunder, crushing one Giant Dragon after another, the leader of the War Knights immediately realized that Reiya had scored big in the Secret Realm Trial. She was no longer someone he could fight head-on.

’But it didn’t matter. As long as Lord Solren made a move, everything would be fine.’

’He hadn’t expected Duke Qinghui’s group to pull off something so big, delivering a group of Giant Dragons to the Resistance Army as a welcoming gift. Given the Solren Sword Saint’s character, he would probably trust the two humans, Westheid and Yolanda.’

’But Reiya! That Dragon-blooded Hybrid Reiya is completely different!’

’With the Solren Sword Saint’s deep-seated hatred for the Dragon Race, he’s bound to chop this hybrid into a hundred pieces!’

’But the situation seems to be a little different from what I had imagined.’

"I saw her."

Solren replied faintly, "But she is not a pure True Dragon, only one of the Dragon Descendants... Although most Dragon Descendants are minions who aid the wicked, a rare few have a conscience. I won’t jump to conclusions based on their race alone."

’No, you really don’t have to be this open-minded and rational.’

Burlington fell silent for a moment, then finally said after a while:

"Even so, you must have seen the Dragon Thunder that hybrid unleashed... That’s Dragon Thunder! She’s a confirmed hybrid and should be eliminated immediately!"

Dragon Thunder was the mark of authenticity for the purest of True Dragons. A Giant Dragon that commanded lightning had once shrouded an entire era in the sound of azure thunder. Perhaps in the future, Dragon Thunder would be something seen only in ancient texts, but for the people of the Age of Dragon Calamity, it was a profound memory that could never be erased.

Even humans of the new generation who had never seen it with their own eyes would know of it as the ultimate terror, passed down by word of mouth from their elders.

Westheid frowned and said, "You people are just being unreasonable. To put it bluntly, Reiya is just one of the Dragon Descendants. So what if her Dragon bloodline is a little more noble? Do Dragon Descendants get to choose their birth? I’d say we’re victims too."

’At this point, I no longer need Reiya to pretend she’s a pure-blooded True Dragon. I’m laying my cards on the table! She’s one of the Dragon Descendants!’

’Since she’s one of the Dragon Descendants, one of her parents must not have been a True Dragon.’

’Considering the True Dragons’ habit of sating their desires wherever they please—they usually screw whatever looks good to them—they’ve left behind numerous Dragon Descendants. It’s hard to say there was any affection involved in the process.’

Reiya then spoke directly to Solren:

"Lord, my parents were foolish and greedy. They never showed me an ounce of warmth, and I feel no sense of belonging to the Dragon Race whatsoever! I have also never harmed any innocent person."

"If being born with Dragon blood is a sin, then that is my only crime."