The low dragon’s roar coming from the horizon reverberated like rolling thunder, as if a colossal beast as massive as a mountain was stepping from the clouds into the mortal world, leaving its mark on everyone’s heart. The immense oppressive force began to gather from all directions, seeping from every inch of space, invading with every wisp of breeze, spreading with every ray of sunlight, and descending from the clouds that were gradually darkening the sky, until it poured into the fine sweat on every face, every heavy breath, and every trembling body.

Meanwhile, as the pressure became increasingly intense, the entire city was engulfed by the inexplicably appearing thick clouds. Despite being in broad daylight, the city seemed to be cast in the light of an approaching dusk. At the street corners, the automatic alchemy streetlights flickered on one by one, only to accentuate the suffocating air of heavy oppression rather than dispel the encroaching darkness.

The world is like a small box, and with just one breath from the beast outside, the world inside the box changes color — somehow, I suddenly thought of this bizarre analogy and found it extremely fitting for the current situation.

"Whoa, is that clumsy powerful girl really so fierce?" I looked incredulously at Bingdisi beside me. Although the heavenly pressure didn’t affect me, judging by the reactions of the ordinary people around me, that pressure was undoubtedly beyond the norm. My original impression of Lin had always been just a few lines: honest, timid, indecisive, amusing to bully, and hardworking. I almost forgot that her true form was a giant dragon. Bingdisi gazed up at the increasingly thick clouds above, casually replying without turning her head: "The Dragon God has always been the most impressive among the gods. During the divine sports festivals, it’s always the Dragon God who carries the banners. Why do you think that is?"

"Roar—" Like a thunderclap that had been brewing for a long time, a louder roar suddenly erupted from behind the darkened clouds. Then, a golden beam of light pierced through the dense clouds, as if heralding the arrival of a monarch. The clouds in the sky parted neatly to reveal a broad pathway, from which the head of a golden giant dragon emerged.

In the silent crowd, a shocked cry finally rang out: "Dragon! The dragon is here!"

Then the golden giant dragon extended another head. The crowd continued to exclaim, "Dragon! Another dragon appeared!"

Following the two dragon heads was a massive body. The crowd cried out once more, "Two heads on one body!"

I glared angrily at Qianqian, Lilina, Bubbles, and Monina, who were mixed in among the clamoring crowd.

In fact, the real crowd at this moment didn’t produce a single sound. Far from exclamations, even breathing was nearly frozen. Under the oppressive force induced by the double-headed giant dragon in the sky, some ordinary people had involuntarily collapsed. I couldn’t tell exactly how formidable dragon might was, but the divine power carried by the giant dragon in the sky was undoubtedly more irresistible — and this was even with Lin deliberately controlling it. The dragon circled slowly in the sky, yet it had already stirred up a gale in the city. Those soldiers in heavy armor relied on their weight and their weapons for support to keep their balance, while some unfortunate commoners were already being tossed around by the wind. Eventually, the dragon stopped its descent at a certain height, hovering in mid-air through some mysterious power (the reason for not landing goes without saying), and began to slowly observe the situation below.

It withdrew most of its oppressive force, allowing ordinary people to breathe a slight sigh of relief. At this moment, an elder’s voice, both old and vigorous, suddenly called out from the distant sky: "Nameless and noble golden giant dragon, what brings you to our mortal city?"

I followed the voice to find an old man, hair and beard completely white, floating in the air in the direction of the square. He was dressed in a purple robe adorned with golden edges and was doing his best to maintain composure in front of the giant dragon. Around him floated several other elders in similar robes, all appearing quite aged — this is a relatable description — with these others clearly less composed than the leading elder. Under the double-headed golden giant dragon’s curious gaze, their faces were all covered in cold sweat.

Since the dragon had withdrawn much of its pressure, the murmurs among the crowd could finally be heard. I managed to catch one identity, which was about what I had suspected — the old man in the sky was the highest-ranking officer of the Sen Tu Mage Army. In this world, the Mage Army holds significant importance as a part of the regular military. Since it exists as a formation, there naturally are Mage Corps officers, and the elder in the sky was a military man — even if he didn’t look the part.

Of course, I also pondered, why at such a moment would the scene before me unfold so classically, floating up a white-haired elder in a magic robe instead of a brawny City Guard General — how fitting it would be for the Xyrin style. But later, I realized: a brawny City Guard General most likely wouldn’t be able to use magic to fly that high...

Faced with the sudden appearance of the mysterious giant dragon, the head of Sen Tu’s maximum defense had to step forward personally: this was perhaps one of the few great crises encountered since the establishment of the city. However, the dragon in the sky seemed to not notice the few inconspicuous mortals beside it, completely disregarding their questions. With half a minute of awkward silence, and seeing that the dragon wasn’t responding at all, the mage in the sky gathered his magic again, his sonorous voice resounding through the sky: "Nameless and noble golden giant dragon, may I ask why you have come to our mortal city?"

This time, the double-headed golden giant dragon finally reacted (I suspect it only just realized), lifting its left head to glance over, while the right head spoke in a soft, deep female voice: "I came from the dimension layer, passing over your city, and sensed that one of my kind is calling for help. You, a mortal of high status here, have you seen any of my kin in distress nearby?"

I was just thinking how Lina could sound so authoritative when taking dominion, only to hear Lilina’s voice shout out loud through the spiritual connection: "That’s wrong, it’s ’in distress’, not ’in peril’! This is a serious situation now!"

Lin’s uniquely soft and unconfident voice instantly came through: "Ah, then what should I do, shall I... say it again?"

I looked up, the golden giant dragon in the sky still lazily hovered, appearing as if it was accepting the worship of the masses, and suddenly it dawned on me: Lin hadn’t become more authoritative and composed, it was simply that the dragon’s face was too rigid to form expressions... This race is naturally born with an intimidating presence.

While we were still in the mood to banter, the old mage in the purple robe in the sky broke out in a cold sweat: this was certainly quite the pickle now!

Dragons have always been legendary creatures used to scare children into quieting down at night. The mere appearance of such a huge creature above a human city was enough to make legs weak. If it were merely passing through, that would be one thing, as the Dragon Clan wouldn’t provoke the minor mortal races without good reason. However, this giant dragon claimed it came here with the intent of finding justice for its kin! This... this was definitely a misunderstanding! For such a large double-headed giant dragon, its kin wouldn’t likely be small. If such an obvious target had been in Sen Tu, there’s no way it could have gone unnoticed. If a giant dragon truly had perished near Sen Tu, not to mention the city defense leader, even the King would have personally come to handle the aftermath. With the city currently calm, showing no signs of a dragon’s fall, the creature before us undoubtedly had its facts wrong. But sometimes, the Dragon Clan isn’t particularly reasonable; they are typically resolute, often disregarding any surrounding factors once they’ve made up their minds on something.

I wasn’t sure if this stubbornness was due to the Star Domain Dragon Gods’ influence of "upholding order," but in most worlds where dragons exist, dragons are notoriously stubborn — even I knew that, so it was no surprise the elder floating in the sky knew it too, hence the copious cold sweat.

"Noble dragon! I believe this is a misunderstanding!" The old man from the sky, summoning his courage, faced the left head of the double-headed dragon (the right one was looking down at us with narrowed eyes), "As you can see, this is a mortal city on the plains, you can see everything at a glance. There is no sign of your kind here, and certainly no trace of a dragon battle. The power of dragon combat is undoubtedly formidable; if one of your kin truly had been in distress here, this city would have ceased to exist long ago."

"No, I can smell blood, my kin’s blood, still warm, down there."

With its head lowered, the dragon’s right head slowly scanned the air, and right below it was the confused Shajina, still clutching her arm.

Along with the similarly bewildered masses.

I felt like I should be amazed right now, amazed that Lin, who usually seemed so dopey, could actually come up with such an... an extraordinary script, causing everything to spiral out of control. Just thinking with my back teeth, I could guess how much turmoil she was going to cause with today’s display, possibly affecting the entire world!

Dragons, in any world, are formidable, and here, dragons are even tied to many ancient gods. Some even believe that a mature dragon is a demigod themselves (though Lin’s true identity doesn’t fit into this category, her status is much higher). Such powerful creatures naturally have immense self-respect and pride. They hold themselves accountable for every word they say: they have no interest in deceiving mortals.

"Hey, Shajina, could it be that they’re referring to you?"

Seeing that the surroundings remained dead silent, I felt that if this continued, it might be impossible to cooperate with Lin’s script. So, I shouted loudly from afar. A sudden shout in the silent crowd was very attention-grabbing, and this finally brought a few people back to their senses. Naturally, this included Shajina and Sona, the two involved, as well as trained soldiers and officers. Shajina foolishly scratched her head, and then the wound on her arm made her frown: she finally realized that she was the only one here bleeding.

"Uh, huh?" The half-dragon girl was the only one here completely unaffected by the dragon’s intimidation (not sure if this was Lin’s intention). She was just stunned by the giant beast in the sky. She looked down at the still-smoking bloodstain and came up with a particularly creative sentence, "Half-dragons should be cold-blooded animals, right..."

"Now’s not the time to care about that!" Sona couldn’t help but stumble, "That giant dragon is looking for you!"

It seems Shajina’s intelligence had dropped to a rather delicate state. She looked up for a long time before dumbly responding. Raising her hand, she shouted with all her might, "Ah... hello! Can you hear me? I’m Shajina! I’m a half-dragon!"

The double-headed golden giant dragon leaned its head and looked down, quite relieved that a dragon’s face is very tough. Even Lin didn’t have to worry about acting skills, so it still appeared full of majesty. The dragon’s deep female voice resounded, "Ah, I see you, sister. Strange, why are you so small? And... such a peculiar bloodline. Are you okay?"

"I’m fine!" Shajina shouted with all her strength to the sky to talk to the giant dragon, but her face’s excitement showed that she didn’t care about these things at all, "I’m a half-dragon! Our ancestors were Dragon Descendants, and by our generation, we’ve become like this!"

"Oh, descendants of dragon bloodlines, it’s all the same," the double-headed giant dragon descended a bit, as if to land. Of course, it was just a posture, but it already caused a large number of ordinary people below to fall to the ground. A group of soldiers started scrambling for cover, while on the square, an old master floated in the sky, his beard and hair standing out in anger as he rushed over as a streak of purple light. He landed at a distance, dumbfounded at the scene.

A chaotic explorer market with two half-dragon girls in rustic leather clothes, one with a bleeding wound on her arm, surrounded by a circle of helpless soldiers. That’s all he saw. Even an erudite Great Mage couldn’t handle the current situation: of course, what was happening was easy to deduce, but the deduced result was overturning common sense. The old master opened his mouth and eventually decisively pulled his subordinate back two steps, deciding not to intrude into the dragon’s conversation: at least this way, he could avoid angering the giant beast. He whispered to another mage beside him, "Do not act rashly. Inform the capital immediately about everything here. Remember, this is already an exceptional situation, and all conventional laws and regulations must temporarily give way to the current state." Then he called another subordinate over, "Go and check which detachment these soldiers belong to and control them immediately."

"Looks like you’re fine." The dragon in the sky held back for a long time, squeezing out six words before it had no follow-up. Finally, in the spiritual connection, Lin’s somewhat anxious voice reached me, "Um, what should I say next!"

As expected, she ran out of words and didn’t know what to do next.

"Find an excuse to leave," I decisively commanded this silly dragon, "Do you want to stay here and lay waste to the city?"

Lin exclaimed her thanks, suddenly spreading her wings, blocking out the sky and the sun, which immediately caused another commotion in the crowd. Then she raised her left head to look into the distance and said with her right head to the ground, "Glad you’re okay. I need to go back to take care of the kids now. Take care of yourself."

After saying this, the giant dragon flapped its wings, soaring into the clouds in the midst of a wild gust, disappearing from people’s sight in the blink of an eye. The dark clouds in the sky dissipated instantly, and everything returned to the state it was in before the dragon’s descent.

Except for the chaos on the ground and the embarrassed state of the crowd.

In the spiritual connection came Lin’s tearful voice, "What... what exactly did I say! No laughing allowed!"

Lin’s protest was, of course, ineffective. The spiritual connection was already in chaos, and Bingdisi was cheerfully shouting, "Going back to take care of the kids! This girl is hilarious! Chen, she’s a perfect match for you!"

"Thank heavens," while we were in a mess, the old master of the purple-robed mages finally let out a sigh of relief, "The dragon has gone to check on her eggs, or else a century of peace in Sentu would end - arrest those soldiers!"

A group of heavily armored warriors, who came out of nowhere, emerged from the crowd. Their armors were similar to the City Guard, but covered with purple-gold robes: this was possibly the attire of ordinary soldiers under the mage corps. The freshly arrived warriors took only a few seconds to control all the City Guards on site, including the captain who was bold enough to admit taking bribes without blinking. In fact, the City Guards had no intention to resist at all. They were dejected, as if they had accepted a death sentence, with no other actions.

The purple-robed mage moved over to Shajina and Sona with a strange expression. The three looked increasingly bewildered. The two half-dragon girls were even unsure whether this was reality or a dream, while the purple-robed mage didn’t know how to begin: he was accustomed to treating half-dragons as lizard people, regarding them as a secondary race, but now he definitely couldn’t use that tone anymore. The problem was, what tone would be appropriate at this time?

Using the standard for dragons was obviously inappropriate, but using the tone for a secondary race was even more fatal. As for a half-dragon’s tone? Well, apart from half-dragons themselves, the whole world hasn’t acknowledged this saying; who the hell knows what tone to take when talking to half-dragons!

"Ah, who are you, do you need something? What are you looking at us for?" Shajina, finally coming back to her senses, saw the old master in front of her and was taken aback, then blurted out.

"Ahem, I am the commander of the city’s mage corps," the old master tried to force a smile, "Are you two alright?"

Shajina lifted her arm a bit, "See for yourself. By the way, where are those soldiers trying to arrest us?"

"Over there." The old master turned his head and pointed behind him. Dozens of City Guards, including their captain, were already tied up, guarded by a group of high-order soldiers. These unfortunate City Guards might face judgement, but if the dragon didn’t cause any more trouble, they probably wouldn’t be convicted. However, there’s no chance of them keeping that cushy government job with plenty of benefits.

"Ah, oh," Shajina also looked a bit flustered. Lin’s bizarre script completely disrupted everyone’s activities. Even Shajina and Sona, who always regarded themselves as half-dragons, were at a loss about how to deal with this "fact" that fell from the sky. And at this moment, Shajina again said something very creative, "Uh, can we pack up and leave?"

"Need help!" The purple-robed mage first let out a sigh of relief, then immediately waved his hand, and a group of soldiers in purple robes rushed over, with the leader gruffly saying, "Pack up all the stalls here?"

"Um, we can manage on our own." Sona had already packed half the stuff quickly by this time. Actually, everything didn’t need much sorting. They hadn’t sold a single item here yet; they just got into that trouble. Now they just need to pack everything back into the bags. Of course, they also need to gather any items blown away by the wind earlier. A group of soldiers busily helped out, and everything was quickly sorted. Then, the two half-dragon girls, desperate for a moment of peace, shouldered two large bags and planned to leave. The purple-robed old master tried to keep them, but 123 sidestepped in front of him, blocking his way, "You should hurry back to discuss how to handle the impact of this incident. These two half-dragons really don’t have time to deal with you."

"Who are you?" Seeing the golden-haired handsome guy covered in shimmering armor, eye-catching wherever he went, the purple-robed mage subconsciously asked. Yelsen immediately grinned, "Just a passerby playing an extra role!"

As time was distracted by this banter, the two half-dragon girls had disappeared from the market. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)