Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 266 The Bull Demon's First Battle (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader)

"Moo-"

Upon arriving at the underground area of ​​the ship graveyard, a cow roared, and the entire wall trembled.

It seemed that the large creature had fallen into a rage.

It seemed as if something was violently striking the earth.

"Do they have a chance of winning?" Clearly, the warriors of the slave market had once again become cannon fodder, and the fighting had begun.

"Then we'll see how much high-level combat power those few churches of goodwill can provide." Rean estimated that if they could really get a few archbishops, they might actually be able to take down that monster.

"Then they're doomed."

I think it's about the same.

In these turbulent times, everyone will surely prioritize their own interests.

Another unexpected event has also prompted those orthodox churches to reconsider their actions.
"The underground ruins are now filled with mirror demons. If the slave market, benevolent priests, and temple guard knights appear during the live stream, it will seriously damage their reputation."

In most cases, it is impossible for a priest to hide his identity. Even if he is so blasphemous as to remove his holy emblem, he will reveal it clearly as soon as he casts a spell.

"And if we exclude the powerful backers behind them, what are these elite members of the slave market worth?"

There are indeed high-level combatants who have fallen into depravity, but to stoop so low as to become henchmen for slave traders is truly shameful.

With that kind of power, even becoming a robber would be more respectable than being a "human trafficker".

Ultimately, those who can serve as fighting force in the slave market are either discarded goods whose identities have been erased by various major powers.

Or they're mercenaries who work for money and women.

So don't expect too much from their abilities and loyalty.

Ultimately, the slave market was just a "toilet"—the people on it enjoyed it while using it, but avoided it as much as possible in public.

Anyone who openly gets involved with it can forget about their reputation and future.

Even if you manage to hire a strong person by chance, you can only enjoy yourself in such an environment for a few years. Don't even think about going any further; you'll be lucky if you don't get completely ruined.

Ultimately, the "evil" that a small "kingdom" can breed has its limits.
"coming!"

With another roar from the bull, the underground labyrinth trembled continuously.

Black waves were faintly visible beneath Rean and his group's feet.

It seems that something is emerging.

It seems something is rewriting reality.

"Is this a domain? A divine being?"

Hela asked, revealing that she already knew the truth.

However, the little mirror spirit behind the scenes was also spreading these words.

From the moment they entered this area, Mirror Demon's live stream started, naturally becoming the live stream area for the opposing Mirror Demon.

"Very likely. It appears to be an Urda bull demon, a creation of the World Tree sapling that has been corrupted and distorted by a cult."

Rean's squad continued its steady advance. The information had already been delivered, and several sets of tactics had been prepared.

But since it's "propaganda," it's natural to let outsiders know how powerful the opponent is, and to make those unfortunate victims in the slave market die even more justifiably.

Of course, if you really can't win, having this "explanation" as a prelude makes running away perfectly reasonable.

The other knights hadn't considered these things, but Rean had already prepared the lines and script, and even tested the acting skills of the others. In the end, Hela and Claire, who were candidates for the hero, were chosen as the "lead actors" with "lines".

"coming!"

The ground trembled and cracked, from which countless drops of venom seeped out.

Even more deadly are the various bizarre plants that crawl out of it.

Man-eating flowers, highly poisonous thorns, and man-beating willows—these infamous "plant monsters" are just some of the more easily identifiable strange plants.

The earth also sprouted various "war machines," such as fir trees that shoot out all sorts of strange poisonous thorns, and twisted vines that resembled giant snakes.

This was a completely incomprehensible scene; "reality" was directly graffitied, and all sorts of plants that Rean couldn't recognize were created out of thin air.

"Don't waste your time, they can regenerate indefinitely."

The World Tree itself contains its own world and can even be seen as the embodiment of a forest. Even if it is just a twisted seedling, it can still create its own "Dark Forest".

"ELDER (The Fire of the Furnace)"

Rean didn't hold back; the sudden burst of condensed flames burned a path through the rapidly growing forest of plants.

With fire in one hand and flames in the other, Rean charged to the front.

Rean had the advantage in terms of elemental advantage, using the plant's "natural enemy," the extraordinary flame, to force his way through.

This is both a practical necessity and a way to showcase Rean's abilities. After all, Dragonborn are a sensitive group in this world, and Rean needs to find a suitable time to "expose" himself.

He would certainly not admit that he was a dragonborn, and even the pseudo-dragon path was hated by many people in the kingdom.

However, if this power is used to "rescue kidnapped citizens," this resentment stemming from misplaced anger will naturally be reduced.

Afterwards, it can even be promoted again through official channels.

"Boom!" The ground suddenly shook, seemingly reminding the Ulda Bull Demon ahead that it had entered the next stage.

A towering "tree" suddenly rose from the ground, its limbs and trunk reaching the rock face overhead.

The tentacles that stretched out were so numerous that they covered all directions, their shapes twisted and bizarre. Walking among them, Rean inexplicably felt as if he were being "eaten," currently inside the "esophagus" of some creature.

"Disgusting, and the skin is so tough. Watch out!!"

Its body was covered with countless black thorns, which suddenly burst forth the next moment.

"Clang clang clang!"

A Radiant Guardian stepped forward, slamming his massive shield into the ground, creating a deep crater and simultaneously revealing a semi-transparent, wall-shaped force field shield.

Claire, accompanied by three Radiant Guardians, was the main force in this battle.

Fighting alongside those with official status, Rean and his group will appear as "neutral" allies trusted by the authorities.

"Snapped!"

Red Feather Arrow snapped her fingers, and red feathers floated up from her body.

The next moment, the feathers twisted and transformed into a red eagle.

Each "red eagle" flies in all directions, becoming the eyes of the team, searching for the safest possible route.

The passageway had become completely distorted; what was supposed to be an underground passage had become an extremely difficult forest cave to navigate.
"This way."

With a little sensing, the red-feathered arrow found the correct path among the eagles flying over the forest and piercing through the bushes.

Rean lit fires and scattered them into bonfires to drive away the approaching strange plants.

The shield guards protected the wings and the front, while the swordsmen unleashed streaks of sword energy to clear a path, forcibly breaking through the increasingly otherworldly secret realm.

"Boom!"

The sudden explosion drew Rean's attention.

A "fruit" fell from the huge, twisted tree and burst open.

"Moo!"

The half-hellish, half-plant "Minotaur" stood up and charged towards the makeshift squad.

"when!"

When the sword struck the "flesh and blood body," it produced a metallic echo. Hela frowned and then suddenly increased her strength.

The sword whistled, slicing the minotaur in two, but even without limbs and with its body parted, it did not die.

"The offspring of the Ulda Bull Demon?"

"Perhaps. Such beings are simply too rare to exist, and there is absolutely no accurate information. Perhaps it is a mutated product of a seed, after all, it is also a tree."

The "meat slices" cut from the "seed cow" are collected, which may be a rare source of ingredients.

The elite squad is small in number, but each young man is quite capable, especially since they clearly possess talent and abilities far exceeding professional levels.

Such elite personnel not only surprised the audience on the Mirror Demon's side, but also amazed Claire, who was slacking off.

"They truly deserve to be candidates for the title of Heroic Souls. If I hadn't been chosen, I probably would have been overtaken by them in just a few years."

The makeshift team was moving quickly, and surprisingly, Dimon was the most efficient at "weeding." Under his two hacksaws, the vines, as hard as iron, were easily torn apart as if they were white paper.

This was still because he was taking it easy and Rean had asked him to conserve his power; there was no need to show too much now.

"arrive."

With just one glance, the group knew that they had arrived at the battlefield of the Ulda Bull Demon.

On a vine right in front of them, on those sharp thorns, hung human figures—these slave traders were indeed hung on the "city wall."

"Ahhhh!"

The screams ahead suggested that the "cannon fodder" were not all dead yet.

But soon, the makeshift team realized they didn't have time to deal with them.

One by one, the fruits burst open, and a large number of "miniature bull demons" stood up.

Although small, each individual is over three meters tall, with swollen muscles that reek of decay, and surrounded by blasphemous green flames.

But an even stranger scene is unfolding.

The pierced corpses also got up one by one, their bodies covered with vines, and some tentacles that looked like tendrils crawled out of the holes in their bodies.

The parasitic plants controlled the corpses, creating one dead person after another.

"help me!"

"It hurts!"

"Mother."

Despite the absence of vital signs in their bodies and their distorted faces, they were still able to utter cries for help.

Rean's Dragonhawk Eye revealed the secret to him.

The tentacles inserted into the corpse's brain are toying with the deceased's brain, playing its "last words."

"Desecrate, die, evil!"

The paladins, no longer needing to endure, responded to these naturally shaped, twisted demons with radiant strikes.

(End of this chapter)