Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 145 Sword

War needs no reason, just encounter.

There's no need for a reason to fight the Order of the Beasts; just meeting them is enough.

"SOL (Holy Sun)!"

Calm words, and a holy orange-red glow enveloped Rean.

The paladin, wielding his holy sword, confronted evil and launched a righteous challenge.

Anger? Hostility? Neither is necessary.

The nightmare of the "Holy Mother Family" was still fresh in everyone's memory. Every time Rean passed by the new orphanage, he hesitated repeatedly before daring to go in. The children's disappointed gazes, which were filled with longing for the "mothers'" return, made him feel as if he were being pricked by needles, and he could hardly stay there for long.

"Perhaps only someone as thick-skinned as Larry could withstand those disappointed looks time and time again, and keep going to see those children."

Rean scoffed at himself, saying he'd rather fight cultists to the death than be afraid of the children's eyes.

Each time, his skillful use of language left him speechless and riddled with flaws when faced with those innocent eyes.

"Damn it! It's those filthy bastards again, so many little beasts, and they're still doing evil!" But Larry's roar from behind left Rean speechless.

Perhaps she wasn't as thick-skinned as she thought; "dirty bastard" was probably the dirtiest word she could utter.

Rean shook his head. As a paladin, how could he not know how to mock?

"Hey, isn't this the Cult of the Rats? Your master is that deformed guy whose brains are squeezed out, ugh, he's really ugly, just like you."

The masked horned minions glared angrily with their single, angry eyes, but Rean wore a triumphant smile.

"You were driven out of the city, which allowed me to obtain a noble title. Heh, thank you."

Why are paladins so fanatical in the face of evil? Why do they attack "evil" in what appears to be near-madness to outsiders? Perhaps it's simply because...
"Damn evil for the children!" Larry had already rushed out.

Rean sighed. Perhaps this was the reason; his near-mad attacks on evil were simply because...
They have witnessed far too many tragedies caused by evil!
The reason the knights swung their swords so frantically was probably simply to prevent tragedy from happening again.

"You filthy beast, face me."

With Larry's small frame, he'd probably be gone in a few hits. You should rely on my senior to draw aggro.

Rean's gaze transformed into a hazy yellow vertical pupil, and the next moment, accompanied by the radiance of the holy blazing sun, the dragon's might and power overwhelmed the entire scene.

But actually, longan alone is enough.
"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"

From beneath the robes of the believers, small animals scurried out of the cages that followed.

They instantly stood upright, their once pure eyes now filled with hatred, and pounced on all fours, completely transforming into ferocious beasts with sharp teeth and claws.

The horned disciples looked at Rean with nameless rage stemming from blood ties, and a deep-seated desire that as long as they ate him, they could immediately ascend and evolve.

At this moment, even the High Priest, who was fighting the Dark Elves, paused for a moment.

"A real dragon? Such a pure pseudo-dragon?!" His instinct for evolution was activated.

It seems that the higher the rank of a Beast Order, the less "devout" it is.

Excessive rationality caused them to reject their instinctive recognition. Instead, those frenzied little beasts recognized Rean's identity as a dragon descendant.

At this moment, Rean was no longer concerned about his identity being exposed. The kingdom outwardly despised the dragonborn, but there were still a lot of pseudo-dragon powerhouses. As long as they weren't exposed, it wouldn't be a problem. Of course, you also needed to have the ability to face those "storms" and "accusations".

But now, he has to thank his identity as a dragon descendant, as countless ferocious beasts surged forth, drawing a truly solid line of hatred.

"Kill that dragon! Gouge out his dragon eyes!" The high priest's roar transformed it into an absolute command.

The horned creatures also sprang into action, transforming into human and beast forms to follow the herd.

This is a terrifying nightmare, a horde of beasts that could easily overwhelm Rean.

They rushed toward Rean, crowding densely onto the sturdy spiderweb bridge.

The bridge remains very stable; it is said that this processed spider web cannot even be burned by flames.

"Is that so? Then let's give it a try. ELDER (Forge Fire)!"

Suddenly, flames descended from the sky, and a large amount of furnace fire burned on the net bridge, instantly turning some small beasts into charred remains!

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"

But some of them were still moving forward. Those horned creatures that had already transformed, even with parts of their bodies instantly carbonized, continued to move forward on the net bridge.

This was the first time Rean had encountered a life form capable of withstanding dragon flames. But thinking about the "Holy Mother" who could heal herself while burning, this near-limitless vitality was what made the beasts so frustrating.

They were about to arrive at the Pillar District where Rean and his group were located.

With a bloody battle imminent, Larry had already tried to stand in front of Rean.

The overwhelming evil aura ignited the paladin's instinctive rage. If it were Sul, he would have already drawn his sword and charged into the crowd without hesitation.

Rean's "Sul Fire" had already burned out, and the furnace fire had also been extinguished. All the magic power in his body had been drawn to the third party.

"SKERVA!" Finally, the third dragon's cry was uttered.

That wasn't actually "magic".

Calm words, accompanied by the gesture of wielding a sharp sword, turned a vain strike into reality.

"SKERVA (cut off)!"

It was still the same dragon's words; Rean was simply elaborating on their meaning.

But the invisible sword has begun to "cut," targeting the net beneath the beasts!

"It's useless! This is a mutated spider web powerful enough to entangle a dragon. Although it has lost its value for further processing, it..."

"Click."

The High Priest spoke too soon, and the net suddenly began to tilt.

Rean closed his eyes, but the image of that knight appeared in his memory. The old knight who swung his sword at the god!
"SKERVA (My sword cuts through anything)!"

My will became the blade; my anger at injustice and unfairness made me wield this sharp sword.
"SKERVA (My sword is invincible!)"

"Kakakaka!"

Within the phantom image, it appeared as if an old knight was wielding a greatsword.

This is the true legacy of this heroic spirit: the invincible sword, once again grasped by future generations.
"SKERVA!"

The final cry was Rean's own interpretation; blood had seeped from his pupils, but the young man didn't seem to be calling out the name, but rather the one who had given him the sword.

This "name" is not a spell; it has always been calling out "that sword".

SKE

"Enough." The purple rose behind him stopped him and made him open his crimson eyes.

When Rean opened his eyes, he saw a completely different scene.

The spiderweb, which was originally strong enough to withstand the dragon, has been completely torn apart.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"

"Damn."

His vision was blurry and he couldn't see very clearly, but the screams he heard brought a happy smile to his face.

The most satisfying music for a knight is the wicked scream.

At this moment, holy light surrounded it, and the "evil deeds" overflowing from its already depleted holy power directly forced it to advance to the next level.

However, an even more powerful 'demon' has already arrived, flapping its invisible wings.

The enraged Great Horn, now fully transformed into a beast, used its anti-gravity power to cross the natural barrier.

Rean laughed; that was more like it.

He laughed loudly and drew his longsword.

"This evil deserves to be fought!"

(End of this chapter)