Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 146 The Hunter (Third Update)
"Destroy evil."

Rean swung the holy sword with all his might once again, but its brilliance faded along the way, becoming plain and unadorned.

This does not mean that Rean's holy power has been exhausted. "The Sun" and "The Ascension of the Path" have replenished his holy power.

It's not much, but it should last for a few minutes.

"Battle Sword. Corrosion Armor!"

The light was gone, but the now-subdued Demon-Slaying Holy Sword became even more sinister.

Reality is not a game; armor penetration is not a negative status effect that becomes ineffective after a while. Once the armor, protection, or outer skin is broken, there is no defense until it is healed/repaired.

However, once exposed in actual combat, the vulnerable flesh and blood may be the next fatal blow from the opponent!
"Boom!"

But Rean flew back at an even faster speed.

"Ouch!"

The giant deer, which had transformed and was over three meters tall, immediately flew into a rage.

In the brief collision, it was ripped apart in large chunks of flesh.

The horned beast, gradually going berserk, glared fiercely at Rean. Most of its herd had inexplicably died.

Rean stood there, sword in hand, somewhat puzzled. He hadn't been hit, so how had he been bounced back?

In actual combat, intelligence support is often the top priority. Rean also has some understanding of these old adversaries, and by comparing them, finding the answer is not difficult.

“Direction.” Rean suddenly realized.

The "up and down directions" are also the deer's authority. At this moment, the one who truly sent Rean back was himself!
"Awooo!" But the frenzied monster charging towards him didn't give Rean any time to adjust.

"Clang!" At this moment, it was Larry who blocked the giant horned beast.

Driven by her speed boots, she moved with incredible speed, her exceptionally long arms allowing her to deftly wield her longsword and create seemingly insignificant wounds.

"Awooo!" But if it really didn't matter, the giant horned beast wouldn't keep roaring.

Each of the six demonic swords on the Spider Rider's arms carries a powerful effect. The wounds may not be large, but the negative effects they inflict are extremely severe.

At this moment, Rean also understood that this big horn could not change direction at will; it needed to observe and make contact with its opponent first, while Larry could sense it in advance and avoid it.

Even if she was accidentally deflected, she didn't use much force, and the sword couldn't even leave her hand.

In Rean's eyes, she was even more agile than he was on flat ground.

"So it was a spider web under my feet." And this spider web spread between the stone pillars became the stage for her sword dance, her true home ground.

She can even actively use the elasticity of the spider web to accelerate or decelerate between steps.

"It seems I underestimated her."

As a rare "agile paladin", she is always at a disadvantage when sparring with a "powerful bull" like Rean. In a head-on confrontation, she can't exactly use her magic sword to inflict curses and wounds on Rean, can she?

The environment of that underground cave was not suitable for this agile, multi-armed, rapier-wielding warrior.

This time, however, it's her home turf, and she's facing an opponent she excels at!

"Holy Power!"

One after another, radiance shone upon her, and she officially entered the fourth tier, casting a powerful divine spell on herself to make up for her overall disadvantageous physical attributes.

Rean wasn't going to watch the show either. He reached out his hand. Uh, his holy power was running low, his magic power was almost depleted, and he had even overdrawn his life force just now.

If the spirit of Sull is possessing him, Rean can use the Holy Flame Aura to chip away at the damage, allowing his Soul Ability to continuously "sneak through" the defenses through the flames.

But now, he can only channel this power of his soul into the blade.

He gripped the sword again, and flames gradually engulfed it.

Dragon Flame is a racial talent, and it can still be used as expected.

On the contrary, with the magic pool and holy power pool empty, this power becomes clearer and more stable to use.

And this power should have an additional effect, the effect I need most right now.
"dragon!"

In an instant, Rean, who was unable to use the Dragon Eye due to eye pain, once again secured his aggro.

Battle drives beasts mad, but also sharpens their instinct to distinguish friend from foe.

Provoked by its nemesis, the giant unicorn abandoned Larry, who was trying to intercept it, and charged straight at him.

Rean took a deep breath, and a trail of dragon flame shot out where the sword's edge touched.

"boom!"

This time, Rean remained still, blocking the impact of the large horn.

He sensed it; his sense of direction was disrupted the moment of impact, and if he had actually tried to collide with or avoid it, the situation would have been quite bad.

But this time, before the expensively purchased armor could even show its effectiveness, the "indestructible" holy sword demonstrated its absurd toughness.

"Clang!" Where the sword and claw collided, the "thin stick" didn't even bend in the slightest.

The inability to make any progress drove the giant horned beast even more mad; each claw it swung became heavier than the last, but Rean still managed to hold on.

Meanwhile, other candidates are also seizing this opportunity to produce their work.

Rean turned around and realized that the Purple Rose had disappeared without him noticing. The other candidates were working hard, but with little success.

The Mech race, Ophelia, has lost most of its fighting methods. The Mushroom Man tried to approach the battle zone but was slapped away.

His spore attack did cause mushrooms to grow on the opponent, but the effect seemed to be limited to decoration.

Victoria threw out several elemental vials (alchemy vials filled with elements) in an attempt to cause some damage, but the opponent healed faster than she could.

In a panic, she tried to cast a spell, but failed twice. Even if she succeeded, the effect would be far from satisfactory, as alchemists' combat magic is often not very effective.

"Stone Skin Technique".

But suddenly, the voice behind him startled Rean. Then, large areas of his skin and flesh petrified, his weight increased dramatically, and his defensive capabilities increased significantly.

This is exactly what he needs, but who made it?

"Could it be that Suliman is a fourth-ring... uh, no, she's not a fourth-ring, she is..."

This time, what he saw when he turned around was not the kind woman casting a spell.

Instead, she tore off the magic scroll and pulled out the next bag of Sallyman.

"She is a wealthy and good woman."

The expensive magic scrolls became consumables, and Rean was heartbroken by the money they were burning, but the effects were indeed really good.

With a few support spells, Rean managed to stop the increasingly enraged monster. He locked onto the monster's aggro, giving his companions enough space to deal damage.

The two-handed sword became an excellent shield, and the indestructible sword of the hero was exceptionally useful at this moment.

The expensive Stone Skin technique and his armor were perfectly matched, turning Rean into an unyielding dam.

Even when hit hard, Rean only lost some stone chips. He abandoned his surprise attack and focused all his efforts on blocking the enraged giant horned beast.

What is the point of reversing the direction when it remains stationary?

Now that the knights on the front lines have withstood the monsters, it goes without saying what will happen next.

"Die, evil!"

Surprisingly, Larry had the highest output.

She unleashed one Evil-Slaying Slash after another, using a high-quality weapon to consistently inflict wounds and curses.

Meanwhile, the other three alchemists, who were "not good at combat," continued to underperform. It was Suliman who, after trying her mental abilities and enchanting magic and finding that they were almost ineffective, began a wasteful strategy of using overly expensive scrolls.

"Boom!"

A fireball exploded on the giant horned beast. Without the spellcaster's blessing, the scroll's damage was too weak, but it had created enough openings.

“It’s evil!”

Finally, Rean seized the opportunity to switch from defense to offense.

"Boom!" The opponent's claws slammed into him. But instead of retreating, he advanced!

Just before he was hit, he did indeed take a small step back, which was then transformed into a charging thrust!

"Dragon!" The large horned beast, not particularly skilled in combat, regretted its foolish move, but it was too late.

The claw strike just now only knocked off some fragments from the Stone Skin Armor.

The claws of mortal flesh are less effective against heavy armor than those of metal weapons.

"Battle Sword. Corrosion Armor".

This time, the sword did not obstruct the attack and directly created a huge wound on the great horned beast's neck.

"Ouch!"

The continuous flow of blood actually restored some of the High Priest's sanity. However, at this moment, his rationality actually reduced his chances of survival.

Wounded beasts are the most ferocious, but wounded people are often the most irrational and cowardly.

It actually tried to cover its wound and run away; not being a professional fighter, it gave up its last possible window of opportunity to counterattack.

Die, evil!

Rean didn't hesitate to deliver the finishing blow, but this time, the sword, imbued with dragon flame, was blocked.

He was forced to retreat and dodge the counterattack, then swung his knife again.

".Destroy evil!"

This time, the "Evil-Slaying Holy Sword" that has been squeezed out will truly be the very last one.

"Shh!"

But this time, the remaining half of his neck failed to stop the sword's edge, and his head was severed.

The head flew off, but the monster's corpse remained upright.

Looking at the high-horned priest with his eyes wide open in death, Rean did not let his guard down. Beasts are hard to kill completely.

He had prepared for the worst. He wasn't inexperienced in fighting the second and third phases. If he really couldn't win, he would just run away and wait for Purple Rose to come to his rescue.

However, this time the opponent, the High Priest, did not have the same outrageous vitality as the "Holy Mother".

Finally, the headless corpse of the giant beast collapsed, spitting blood, and Rean and his party achieved final victory.

"It's over."

Rean plunged his sword into the ground and sat on the beast's head, panting heavily.

We almost got wiped out.

"Where is Purple Rose?" Rean had told her not to take action unless necessary, but she was nowhere to be seen at this crucial moment. Isn't that a bit strange?

Rean thought she would jump out soon, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.

Just when he thought there was another unexpected event and he needed to go find her.
"Snapped!"

A heavy object fell and landed right in front of Rean.

It was a snow-white deer head—familiar, very familiar! I saw it at the city wall just yesterday!

Purple Rose appeared with a smile, and the deer head, which was even larger than the antlers, was her spoils of war.

"A beast prince, I almost let it escape. Heh, I don't know why, it was cursed by magic, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to capture it so quickly."

(End of this chapter)