Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 442 - 435 Bhaal Temple

It’s no wonder Olin was confused, frozen in place, with a rare look of bafflement on her pale face.

She excelled in transformation magic, so naturally, she was good at seeing through transformations. However, the "Olin" in front of her was more like her than she ever could be, from the curvature of the braids, the twitch at the corner of the mouth, to the neurotic frenzy in the eyes.

She originally just wanted to kidnap a hostage to threaten the Evil Thought... What monster had she kidnapped?

"Are you a shapeshifter?" Olin’s voice trembled slightly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her dagger.

"No," Leon grasped the dagger, smiling, "Are you ready?"

As Leon handed over the dagger, Olin reverted to her original form, almost instinctively spinning and flying with a kick, instantly sending the attacking "Olin" crashing into the wall... Leon was helpless too. He could transform, but with only basic abilities and no professional level, he couldn’t compete with Olin, Bhaal’s chosen Desecration Assassin.

"Is that it?" Olin tilted her head, looking at "Olin", lunging forward with an arrow’s speed, the dagger precisely stabbing into "Olin’s" chest, blood gushing out, splattering on her pale cheek, she licked the blood at her lips, revealing a disappointed expression, "You startled me... Thought you were tougher."

She was about to bend down to peel the skin, only to find the corpse had disappeared, leaving only a Legion Devil.

"Feigning ghosts!" Olin excitedly licked the dagger, eyes flickering with a pathological gleam, "Not dead yet... Can’t play if you die so fast?"

She darted toward the Legion Devil like a ghost, the dagger tracing a graceful arc, beheading the Legion Devil with a single stroke.

The Legion Devil fell, a red humanoid toad stood up... What was that thing, a Slime Toad?

Olin paused momentarily, then burst out laughing, wielding her dagger.

The Red Toad’s challenge level was only 5, naturally not Olin’s match, and was quickly dismembered by Olin.

"Come on," Olin relished in the slaughter, "Let me see what else you got."

The dismembered Red Toad remnants squirmed again, transforming into a Flind Gnoll wielding a flail.

The Flind Gnoll didn’t last long, failing to satisfy Olin’s lust for blood.

A Steel Guardian stood up, but since it didn’t bleed, only leaked oil, Olin was quite displeased; she hated constructs and undead creatures because they gave no discernible feel.

Olin quickly found satisfaction, as the dismantled Steel Guardian turned into a Fire Giant, and the Fire Giant had flesh and blood, its burning hot blood irresistible.

The Fire Giant fell once more, followed by an Efreeti, an elemental life form, not pleasing to touch, so Olin was not very happy.

The Efreeti was no match for Olin either; when the Beholder floated up, Olin finally grew serious, it was not an opponent to be trifled with.

When the Marilith crawled up from the pool of blood, Olin finally felt the pressure, becoming serious. She was no longer at ease, each dodge was squeaky tight, but she managed, slicing off the Marilith’s arms one by one, until its corpse coiled into a Pit Fiend!

"How does my 72 Transformations compare to your transformation magic?" Leon, transformed into a Pit Fiend, laughed heartily, advancing on Olin, raising a Flaming Heavy Hammer.

"Who exactly are you?" Olin panted, retreating, only to see the Pit Fiend suddenly vanish, the black-haired man reappearing, with a mere lifting of a hand, she was bound by invisible chains, unable to move.

Leon flexed his wrist, sparks danced on his fingertips, he took out the Hand Palm Bomb after a long hiatus—considered regular magic, had little chance to use it in the presence of advanced Divine Skills like Samadhi True Fire and Sanmei Divine Wind—transforming into Thunder Magician Professor Yang, he provided Olin with a complete electric therapy session.

Zap—

Zap—

The blinding electric light flashed in the dim sewer, Olin’s body convulsed violently, an unnatural blush rising on her pale skin, her braids coming undone, every strand standing up, resembling a bristling cat.

Leon merely taught Olin a lesson, didn’t go for the kill, didn’t even confiscate her weapons, not even taking the Nether Stone, because that madwoman was still to be left for the Evil Thought.

Olin awoke in the middle of the night, finding herself lying on a bed in the Bhaal Temple, her whole body weak and limp, covered in blood, but what day wasn’t she bloodstained? Checking again, both daggers were at her side, the Nether Stone properly embedded on them, she recalled she was originally planning to kidnap...

"It must have been a dream, no other way to explain it." Olin rubbed her temples, trying to clear her thoughts.

The bizarre experience could indeed only be explained as a dream—otherwise, how could there be such a shapeshifting monster, and she remained unscathed.

Although she convinced herself it was a dream, Olin stayed honest for a whole day until night fell the next day, and the desire to kill stirred again.

Olin sprang into action once more; she had no intention of targeting Leon again, even though she was convinced it was a dream, still feeling lingering fear, she turned her attention to the Great Druid Harassin—a pity for the unfortunate Great Druid, who still didn’t understand Bhaal’s chosen.

"We must rescue Harassin!" The Evil Thought, on the path of goodness, declared resolutely, with admirable loyalty to companions indeed.

"I heard the Bhaal Temple is in the city’s sewers, but to enter, one must become a Desecration Assassin... We can go to the Murder Court to find a way." Leon was the veteran player, "I know the entrance to the Court—right inside a coffin shop."

The judge of the Murder Court, Shalofok, also a progeny of Bhaal, the God of Murder, is an important figure throughout the entire game series. However, he is not a pushover. Despite this, he still struggles against the protagonist group, during which an earth-shattering secret about Olin’s lineage is revealed.

After a hard-fought battle, the protagonist group finally clears the Murder Court and heads straight to Bhaal’s temple.

Arriving at Bhaal’s temple.

"Empty shell. Maggot. A descendant of Bhaal, wallowing in the muck with these swine. Unworthy of the blessings of the God of Murder."

"You wish to taste what it feels like to be dominated by me. An altar dripping with unwilling flesh and blood. Depleted, dying, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock."

Olin’s figure suddenly twisted and swelled, skin tearing apart, a surface of layered keratin scales bulging, bones rearranging with a teeth-grating crackling sound, transforming in an instant into a towering form of a slaughterer, brandishing four arms, appearing especially menacing under the dim firelight.

The former chosen one’s Evil Thought met the current chosen one Olin, and they began a duel under Bhaal’s gaze.

How does a magician duel Olin, who possesses the slaughterer form? How does a spellcaster duel a warrior, an assassin? The answer is the Monster Immobilization Technique.

Evil Thought used the Shield Skill combined with the Flash Technique to dodge Olin’s attacks, ensuring he wouldn’t be torn to shreds in an instant, then proceeded with the Monster Immobilization Technique, paired with Super Magic: Promote Spell, successfully controlling Olin... The process was certainly not that simple, full of danger and luck.

Arcane Missiles, Flame Ray, Dissociation Technique... Evil Thought defeated Olin, and his butler Celestia immediately emerged from the shadows, gesticulating excitedly, cheering that from now on Evil Thought becomes Bhaal’s divine chosen one, then began to tremble all over: "He is nearby... He has come for you."

His celebration was abruptly interrupted, his body floated strangely mid-air, limbs twisted.

The next second, countless sharp blades pierced out from his body, blood pouring down like rain.

The pool of blood on the ground reflected Celestia’s image, and the giant skull statue on Bhaal Temple’s wall glowed red... The God of Murder, Bhaal, appeared in the reflection in Celestia’s blood, in Celestia’s form.

"This is not what I expected." The voice of Bhaal’s avatar in the reflection, was low and grating like steel scraping stone, "But you are still alive, and her blood has returned to me, you are my chosen one."

"Accept my gift. Use it to tear this world apart." Bhaal’s avatar continued.

Leon stood aside watching, sneering, a dismissive scorn. What gift, just the slaughterer form, a weak form... Okay, weak in the game, that doesn’t mean it’s so weak in reality. As for Death Sentence? Just what it is.

That was the good Evil Thought; who knows why a great villain turns good after losing memory, it didn’t take long for him to refuse Bhaal’s gift, saying, "I refuse, I will completely rid myself of your control."

"You refuse me?" Bhaal’s avatar’s pupils narrowed slightly, "You are my offspring. My sinful blood flows in your veins."

"Your life is mine. Accept your inheritance, or I’ll reclaim it." Bhaal threatened.

"I don’t need any of this," Evil Thought said, "My only family is those who fight by my side."

"You refuse my blood, then I shall reclaim it all." Bhaal’s avatar raised his hand, clenched a fist, Evil Thought was instantly pulled into the air by an invisible force, a mist of blood pouring from his body, "I will create another qualified child."

When the last wisp of blood mist was extracted, Evil Thought heavily crashed onto the stone slab, his pupils losing focus.

Bhaal’s temple welcomed the first silence in centuries. No chants, no screams, no prayers.

Next, the most high-stakes scene in the game appeared, also the scene Leon anticipated the most, letting Olin go for it, the Tomb Guardian appeared. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"You defied Bhaal, defied your monarch and father god, thus securing a place among many heroes and champions."

"However, the Holy Universe that binds you and the King of Murder runs contrary to your courage."

"Now you are faithless—disbelieving the gods—destined to wander eternally in the Misty Realm."

"I will not allow this to happen, despite the dictates of life and death’s power."

"We retain a part of the power, and I will inject it into you, one who challenges the gods and yet survives to tell this tale."

"This battle is not over; it is your war, one who could face Bhaal and defy Bhaal will surely laugh in the face of every crisis."

"So, arise, challenger of the gods, prepare for battle once more. For as long as I live, death shall not claim you."

The Tomb Guardian circled around the deceased Evil Thought, raised a hand, and Evil Thought awoke clutching his chest.

Bhaal’s avatar said nothing from start to finish; who knows if he left seeing Evil Thought dead or left with the Tomb Guardian’s appearance.

Either way, Leon watched excitedly, craving that kind of power, unsatisfied with his current power, he wanted to become stronger.

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