Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 114 Child of the Beast

"Detecting evil." The light of judgment shone forth, and without a doubt, a sea of ​​red appeared before our eyes.

The one that's as red as a light bulb is naturally the mind flayer behind the dwarf. This is one of the most evil races in the Prime Material Plane!
“It’s evil!”

When the two paladins charged out like mad dogs, all the evil ones should have known that something was wrong.

"KIK?! SRUT FE! (Ground people?! Kill them!)"

Accompanied by the mind flayer's hoarse shout, the gray dwarves wearing collars immediately charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

Their steps were somewhat sluggish, but their arms, gripping warhammers and shields, did not hesitate; driven by their master's will, they descended into a frenzy.

No wonder Rean's opponents were so weak before. How could a slave be healthy and motivated, especially without the whip of a master?

"Go away!"

The silver holy sword shone brightly in the night, and the paladin's duty was fully activated in the face of the oncoming "evil".

"Shh!"

The Holy Blade traced a perfect arc in mid-air, its swallow-like blade deftly dodging the parrying warhammer. Before the blade even landed, a head had already flown away.

Once activated, the "Feather Fall" technique, which is almost foolish for other races, becomes a near-overwhelming tactical advantage for small species like dwarves.

"Evil, die!"

Rean danced among the short, red-clad figures, his sword flashing in semicircles.

With the help of magic, his jump was explosive yet light, and his landing was as smooth and agile as a swallow in flight.

Unlike the reckless, head-on style of paladins, Paladin Rean at this moment behaved like an unarmored sword saint.

With each swing of his sword, he easily took at least one head, whether in a fierce battle or a swift slash, like a predator facing its reckless prey.

The gray dwarf warriors were never weak, but in his presence, they were like helpless targets.

"So beautiful." Purple Rose in the background squinted her eyes, revealing an expression that seemed to be intoxicated.

This was the first time she had ever seen Rean fight like this.

Unlike the expected rough-and-ready paladin, this swordsmanship, which had reached a level of near-perfect mastery, and his sophisticated tactical choices, were not only the legacy of a master but also a refined masterpiece honed through countless trials.
"More importantly, it is actually in the hands of a perfect person."

Whether a set of combat techniques can find someone who is compatible with it depends entirely on luck. It may take more than ten generations of inheritors to find one who can truly make it shine.

And Rean might be the most suitable person.

"Is this his fighting style?"

Sallyman was also somewhat surprised, as it was her first time witnessing Rean's battle. In her memory, this man was a somewhat eccentric gentleman, but on the battlefield, he was like a roaring lion.

Larry, a step too slow, had just begun her sword strike when Rean had already cut through the enemy ranks, leaving no one alive!

Rean did not rely too much on the Wallbreaker's armor-breaking ability. Even though every attack of his could penetrate the dwarf's armor, this deadly technique was still hidden underwater.

With superior swordsmanship, longer reach, and explosive speed, coupled with the leaping slash tactic brought by magic, he easily pierced through the gray dwarf's short shield wall.

"Stop him! Give me his brains!" Just a moment ago, the mind flayer was roaring.
"Wait, we can talk." At this moment, the mind flayer was already prepared to negotiate.

Too fast, too fast! With the acceleration ability, the master-level swordsmanship broke through the dwarf's defenses in just a few seconds and approached the mind flayers behind them.

"Talk? Could we get more information?" The power of mental suggestion spread through the air, and Rean hesitated for a moment.

"Mind Shock"—but it would be strange to believe a mind flayer! While shouting for negotiation, he was indeed preparing his psychic abilities.

"Snap!" A sudden, sharp pain from above interrupted the mind flayer's almost instantaneous psychic ability.

It suddenly looked down and saw an ugly mechanical lizard puppet smiling at it.

The upright lizard is holding a metal wrench in its hand!
The rage within "Mind Shock" is already at its peak; this soul-shaking mental blast will freeze everyone nearby.

But, it's too late.

The paladin's holy sword was already before them.

Where are the slave warriors? Oh, they're all dead.

Talk? How can we talk? Let's talk in the next life.

The flying octopus head still looked bewildered.

How could I have disappeared so quickly?
The octopus head that eats brains every month is a destined evil species.

The last memory in its eyes was of the wounds filled with the evil-repelling needles, and the headless neck gushing blood.

Then, the headless body, whose origins are unknown, collapsed.

"That's too fast!" Sally exclaimed in surprise, stopping the Mind Shield she was casting (which absorbs damage and reflects some psychic attacks). She had originally planned to enhance her front-line's anti-psychic abilities, which was the most useful tactic for her psychic casters.

Unexpectedly, this powerful mind flayer didn't even last three seconds in front of Rean before she could finish casting her spell.

When the master dies suddenly, the mental network between the master and slave collapses instantly. Some of the gray dwarves die on the spot, while others fall into madness. Mind flayers are not so kind as to let slaves who have lost their masters leave safely.

The encounter started quickly and ended even faster. When Rean put down his sword, he himself did not expect it to be so easy.

Reality isn't a game about comparing stats and stats. When faced with superior swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and overwhelming spiritual abilities, if the front line can't hold them off, even the strongest back line will only be injured in one or two hits.

During this process, the spellcasters in the back row may only have one round of reaction time. Kuku's "fatal" attack interrupted its spellcasting, which was tantamount to announcing the end of its resistance and its death.

While Rean was still taking deep breaths to calm himself down, Kuku, humming a little tune, had already begun searching for loot.

A perfect "Lee Eun-suk combo." At least for now, Kuku can pick up his treasured items with a clear conscience.

"Uh, they killed too many people, how are we going to gather intelligence?"

"Don't worry. Mind flayers don't just have a few slaves."

There were only eight fallen grey dwarf slaves. This number is not small for a standard patrol squad, but it is indeed a bit few compared to the standard slave configuration for mind flayers.

Moreover, when it goes out to do things, it doesn't just bring combat slaves. The gray dwarves are good at fighting, but they are really rough when it comes to doing work.

"Who...who are you?" Sure enough, deeper into the village, they found some underground dwarfs busily working.

They don't have mind collars around their necks; those things cost money, and in the eyes of mind flayers, these weaklings are unworthy (dwarves also have natural mind resistance, so direct enslavement is very ineffective).

They searched the ruins, using the diminutive size and dexterity of the underground dwarves to find what the mind flayers wanted.

Around them were some grey dwarf overseers, but they did not become a force for resistance; some went mad, and some ran away.

Those lucky ones who were far away avoided the mental shock of their master's death, and Rean and his group didn't bother to chase after them.

Rean raised his right hand, and holy light illuminated the area. The honor and title of the paladin also calmed the panicked dwarfs.

Underground dwarves and mushroom people are rare, relatively benevolent life forms in the underground world. However, the former often live in the crevices of rock walls and can have a very bad time if they are unlucky, especially when there are gray dwarves and dark elves near the village.

The one in front of them was clearly more unlucky; they had encountered mind flayers, an extraterrestrial race that had spent its entire lives conquering.

"There is a race of mind flayers, and they even have a central intelligence."

The intelligence they provided was based on verified facts, but it was also a rather dire situation.

This means that if the mainframe is not too far from the mind flayer, it probably already knows about Rean and his group.

But Rean already knew all this. The Hall of Heroes, where the souls of heroes live forever, had been invaded by the extremely evil Mind Flayer mastermind, making it arguably the biggest joke in the world.

Mind flayers are almost destined to be evil creatures because their birth and existence inevitably mean the death and sorrow of countless intelligent beings.

Their offspring, resembling tadpoles, are dangerous parasites that require the brain and body of an intelligent being to become their newborn bodies.

The flesh beneath that mind flayer's head probably belonged to some unlucky guy.

In order to maintain their own vitality, as parasites, they also need to periodically consume the brains of intelligent beings.

Their mastermind is an aggregate of the brains of dead mind flayers, an extremely terrifying man-made object.

The entire race is a parasitic and enslaving species, an evil entity that must constantly devour other intelligent races. For this reason, they are the true common enemy of the continent.

They are hostile and even hunted by most intelligent races, and often can only survive in the underground world and the dark areas of large cities (underground waterways, black streets).

"Are they looking for a wild beast? A very beautiful white deer?"

Mind flayers, who possess the ability to travel between dimensions, once had their own interdimensional empire and have very keen insight.

They were basically looking for treasures, but judging from the dwarfs' feedback, the searchers they sent out this time were actually just some seemingly ordinary white deer.

Rean looked at the drawing; it seemed no different from an ordinary deer, except that its solid-colored eyes were slightly frightening.

"Child of the Beast, this is the child of the beast."

Purple Rose, who had been watching the commotion, also spoke up, her usually smiling face revealing a serious expression.

Is this implying that this is an event that must be taken seriously?
"This is a direct descendant of the 'beast,' a 'prince' of the beast race."

She took a deep breath and stated the seriousness of the situation.

“Each one can create a magical girl!” She turned her head and looked at the dwarfs.

"How many are there?" The Beast Child rarely appears alone; its appearance signifies the worst-case scenario.

"Uh, the mastermind said there might be four." This seems to be the worst possible development.

(End of this chapter)