Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 447 - 439: Game Over

The massive brain tissue of the Neser Brain now lay limp on the ground, like a punctured water sack leaking mucus everywhere. The intelligence it once prided itself on was of no use at this time—in the face of absolute power, even the most intricate schemes became a joke.

"Lord Leon, why are you here?"

"I saw everything, Lord Leon you’re too strong."

"I want to practice sword fighting with Lord Leon."

"I like you."

"Do you support Vilakis or the Comet Prince?"

The young Red Dragons serving in the Githyanki army, following Worth in resisting Vilakis, were eager to surround Leon... Red Dragons value face and usually do not want to admit other Red Dragons are stronger, but Leon was an exception; he had advanced too far.

Leon casually nodded, perfunctorily responding to the young Red Dragons.

His gaze fell on Evil Thought, slightly bowing as three heads extended towards Evil Thought—now possessing deep Mana, though the power-consuming Fatian Xiangdi was difficult to maintain for long, having Three Heads and Six Arms didn’t require constant attention—he said: "You seem to have something to say."

With his back to the sun, the Super Giant Red Dragon cast a vast shadow that enveloped the entire protagonist group including Evil Thought.

Worth immediately stepped forward upon hearing this, reminding: "Watch your words in front of Lord Leon."

Although this Evil Thought was different from the Evil Thought in his game, having recognized each other for several days, Leon felt some familiarity with Evil Thought, generously saying: "Speak freely."

Evil Thought took a deep breath, nostrils flaring as he gathered courage to point at the feeble Neser Brain, asking: "Is it dead?"

"It’s not easy for a Super Giant abnormality to die." Leon’s sword was inserted in the Neser Brain, and as he casually withdrew the Divine Sword, the Neser Brain staggered violently, spewing strange-smelling mucus, "Don’t be fooled by its appearance; given time, you may not be its match."

"We still need it." Evil Thought pointed at the Neser Brain, explaining, "We need it to help clear the Mind Flayer tadpoles parasitizing our brains."

Leon’s three heads and six eyes fixated on Evil Thought, discovering that Evil Thought dared to meet his gaze, after all, he was the hero who eliminated the three chosen ones, he said: "It’s severely injured now, lacking the capacity for resistance, you can directly use the Nether Stone to control it, destroying all Mind Flayer tadpoles and itself afterward."

Leon let out a hearty laugh, continuing: "Of course, you can choose to dominate it, thus becoming the Supreme True God."

"Lord Leon is joking." Evil Thought shook his head with a wry smile, resolutely walking towards the Neser Brain, pulling out the Nether Stone from his coat and aiming it at the Neser Brain, this time the Neser Brain had no ability to resist the Nether Stone.

"Destroy all Mind Flayer tadpoles," Evil Thought paused, "Then commit suicide."

No matter the type of command, Neser Brain could only obey, its brain tissue trembled and twitched violently, emitting its final oscillations...

Evil Thought covered his temples, feeling something detached from his mind, a strange sense of emptiness in his head, he looked around to see his companions also displaying dazed expressions.

"I’m free, finally free." Karak was the first to react, jumping with excitement, she was a Berserker, and also a young woman, "The damned Hell Engine is fixed, and the bugs are gone."

Jahira noticed those Mind Flayers who had just transformed, without participating in the Red Dragon siege, then perished under the Red Dragon’s blaze, had been rampaging on the streets of Border’s Gate, and due to the Neser Brain’s death fell into a stunned state, losing control of their bodies, perished under the counterattack from Border’s citizens, adventurers, Flame Fist, and others.

So... is this the end of everything?

Of course not, for there’s an even more terrifying Red Dragon than the Neser Brain, if that Red Dragon intends harm to Border’s Gate, unless gods descend, none could stop it, all together they likely couldn’t match a wing flap of the Red Dragon.

Regardless of others’ worries, Leon watched as Evil Thought’s gaze shifted from confusion to clarity, asking: "Should the bugs be gone now?"

"They should... be gone." Evil Thought rubbed his temple, his tone uncertain... faced with a war to be fought, ultimately a Red Dragon emerging to slay the Neser Brain, obtaining something too easily makes it feel unstable.

"So can we fulfill the promise now? Or are you considering backing out?" Without delay, Leon applied Object Capture Skill, clawing in the air, taking the Nether Stone from Evil Thought’s hand, then lowering his head, biting Karsus Crown atop the Neser Brain and yanking fiercely...

"Wait." Worth suddenly knelt on one knee, "Great Lord Leon."

"What do you want now?" Leon narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The Comet Prince will surely remember your kindness." Worth raised both hands towards Leon, "Please, merciful Lord Leon, rescue the Comet Prince."

Leon waved his claw, Orpheus’s Hammer glowing with gold appeared suspended in mid-air.

"The Mind Flayer Overlord who inherited Balduran’s memory would absolutely not sit idly; it’s probably fled far away now... with Neser Brain dead, it finally gained freedom." Leon looked at Evil Thought, "I am fulfilling my promise, giving you Orpheus’s Hammer."

Leon possessed Samadhi True Fire, his need for Orpheus’s Hammer was limited, pointing with a claw, Orpheus’s Hammer instantly flew towards Evil Thought, landing in Evil Thought’s hand, he said: "It’s yours, are you willing to help Worth rescue the Comet Prince?"

"You wish to use Orpheus’s Hammer to rescue your Comet Prince, don’t ask me." Leon turned his head towards Worth, sticking out his forked tongue, "Ask him."

Worth understood, Leon preferred not to meddle in the Githyanki’s politics, perhaps that was best since Vilakis had claimed the other side was her ally, he said: "I understand."

As long as Leon didn’t openly side with the Comet Prince, Vilakis wouldn’t turn against him, while the Comet Prince wouldn’t even mention owing him a favor... ordinary people could only choose sides, otherwise displeasing both; Leon’s strength allowed him neutrality, to curry favor regardless of sides, averting a shift to another side.

The Comet Prince inherited his mother’s Githyanki’s ability to shield against Spiritual Energy, a formidable weapon against Mind Flayers, yet Vilakis, the thousand-year-old Witch Demon Queen, dual cultivator in magic, had unfathomable strength and controlled Tunaras... Comet Prince or Vilakis, victory was uncertain.

Leon helped whichever side wins, although whoever he helps wins.

So far, the game reached its conclusion, leaving only the epilogue, and his Ferren journey’s objective was complete, for now, it seemed.

Leon glanced at the sky, still as blue, pondering whether to return.

Having come to Ferren once, it would be a shame not to witness Silver Moon City, dubbed the treasure of Northern Lands, then Winter City was a must-see, and also Deepwater City, the metropolis that rose from Deep Water Harbor, encircled by mighty Sword Sea mountains...

The Ancient Red Dragon Balagas, known as Flying Flame, reportedly shed the flaw of laziness and lived in the Am Region not far from Border’s Gate. Prison Fire Imvalnao practiced isolationism, completely uninfluenced by the irascible Red Dragon nature, rumored his wealth converted to Gold Coin was at least several billion... How about meeting the venerable elder?

Leon pondered, ultimately choosing to return with Karsus Crown first, otherwise the item was rather hot, desired by the Magic Goddess, originally Great Demon Mephisto’s collection, Neser Brain’s background tied to Mephisto.

"Do any of you want to come with me?" Leon’s gaze swept over the protagonist group, waiting quietly without a response.

Leon suddenly laughed, recalling his reputation spread across the Multi-universe, primarily emphasizing his strength, not his kindness and benevolence. In this situation, what good person would follow a notorious Red Dragon to another plane?

Leon looked at the Tiefling Barbarian, advising: "Karak, your Hell Engine having no problem doesn’t mean you’re safe henceforth... if you come with me, I can ensure Zarriel never dares to send anyone to hunt you again, allowing you to live freely within my ruled country."

"She sends one, I kill one; she sends a pair, I kill the pair; I’m not afraid of her." Karak wielded Balduran’s Giant Slayer, "I neither wish to be a Great Devil’s fighter, nor want to serve as a Red Dragon’s subordinate, risking life for a Red Dragon."

"Do you dare refuse me?" Leon roared, "Do you realize whose invitation you’re rejecting?"

As soon as Leon finished speaking, the entire protagonist group became vigilant.

Leon quickly laughed heartily; he appreciated Karak’s character, not caring about Karak’s refusal, not urging further after rejection, saying: "I wish you all luck, see you again if fate permits."

Leon lightly swung his neck, flapping his wings and taking off.

He circled above Border’s Gate once, considering he could demand payment for eliminating Neser Brain... he could do many things yet none were significant, pulling out the Plane Talisman, setting a course for Watchtower Port.

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