Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 267 Warrior
This was the first time Rean had encountered such an opponent.

Its mere existence completely transformed the surrounding environment.

Even before they had officially encountered it, its derivatives alone put considerable pressure on the temporary team.

An endless stream of "Bull Demon Monsters" appeared before the team, their numbers increasing exponentially every moment.
"Could it be that the previous tactical choices were wrong? Did the garbage from the slave market anger that Ulda Bull Demon? Instead, it caused these monsters to proliferate."

After thinking for a moment, Rean shook his head.

The tactical choice was correct; that thing was, after all, a monster with a slight divine quality, not a true god. Therefore, its power was always limited.

This place is far removed from nature; no matter how powerful the strange phenomena are, they consume its very essence.

At this point, a greater commotion is actually a good thing, meaning it has become uncontrollably and extensively squandering its power.
"Rajivin really died too extravagantly, haha, such a grand funeral for him, what a waste!"

Despite her experience, Claire smiled at the scene before her.

Rajvin is now the big boss of the slave market, and also the leader who had met Rean once.

Among scattered mercenaries, his skill level was quite good; a fifth-tier warrior was enough to travel the world.

But given their strength, they are clearly not suited for such a battlefield environment.

They're probably already gone; we might have to collect their bodies later.

"Either the IQ of the Ulda Bull Demon is really as low as expected, and he goes all out from the start, or there is a powerful person sent by some church or organization on Rajvin's side. It seems that either way, it would be good for us."

Claire looked at Rean with more respect.

The strong are always worthy of respect, and Rean's behavior is far more "cunning" than outsiders perceive, making him even more worthy of respect.

Warriors who have truly experienced real combat tend to have even greater respect for "wise men".

"From my perspective, if the supervisor of this contest of heroes is a weakling or an idiot, it will only make the contest look ridiculous. So, it's my turn to take the stage."

Thinking of this, Claire smiled happily, her lion fur emitting a faint red glow, as if it had come to life.

"Let's begin our delightful battle! Youngsters, can you truly dance with me?"

The "Red-Haired Demon" got into action, suddenly wielding a large, serrated door-shaped sword.

When it is swung into the air, materialized fire elements are poured into it.

"Dragon Strike - First Explosion".

Then, the "fire dragon" fell from the sky and blasted a crater more than three meters deep.

In the crater resembling a missile impact, the red-haired woman laughed gleefully as she pounced on her next target.

The woman, wielding a greatsword with the effect of a spear, was thoroughly enjoying herself on the battlefield, completely ignoring the chaos around her, reveling in the splattering blood and flesh before finally gagging.

The flesh and blood of the "semi-purgatory creatures" could hardly be called "delicious," as they were filled with the smell of sulfur and stench.

"This meat is rotten, but it'll do. At least I can chop it to my heart's content!"

"Dragon Strike - Double Impact!"

The red-haired lizardman, who had suddenly sprung up again, had swelled up to a size larger, becoming a small giant over three meters tall, and charged forward.

Rean always saw through Claire's sharpness; she was a true wild woman, tearing and fighting like a wild beast.

That strangely shaped giant sword, rather than being called a blade, was more like a set of "claws" and "teeth" that suited her needs.

"Keep up."

Someone charged forward, and Rean naturally followed.

Claire has given a good demonstration that there is absolutely no need to be hesitant or indecisive on the battlefield.

The calculations were done before the battle even began. Since we're all warriors, let's just go out on the battlefield and fight each other!
With each collision, a bull demon was reduced to minced meat; with each swing of her sword, it was pierced with blood, flesh, and tree bark.

"That's awesome! Let's do it again!"

The crazed red-haired demon had gone completely mad, and she charged straight into the enemy ranks.

Warriors transformed into demons relentlessly hunt down these monsters that fight on instinct.

Even when her flesh was torn apart and she was slashed, she did not dodge or avoid, but tore her opponent apart without hesitation.

Driven mad, she even hurled her giant sword, then tore the bull demon apart with her arms, letting the rotting flesh and blood splatter all over her. Then, she laughed even more maniacally.

But what is visible to the naked eye is that her wounds are healing automatically, only when she kills the other person.

"Is her sword sucking blood from a vampire dragon?"

It's hard to say who on this battlefield is more like the evil side, and whose lives are being harvested by the monster's blood-stained, jagged greatsword, which is the driving force that allows Claire to continue going mad.

"Moo-"

Another long, drawn-out bellowing sound followed, accompanied by an earthquake, and the monsters in front of them suddenly began to turn around.

This roar seemed to have calmed the battle ahead considerably. Was it over?

"It seems the cannon fodder has been completely used up."

The "Bull Demons," having lost their will to fight, were much easier to deal with.

With Claire leading the way at full power, the makeshift hunting team is making steady progress.

Now everyone is in the "domain" of the Ulda Bull Demon, and the goal is not far away.

But the thorns underfoot were becoming increasingly annoying. The paladins began to scatter light, and they sensed the power emanating from purgatory eroding everyone within it.

The holy power within a paladin naturally resists this troublesome erosion. "Wow, it's huge!"

The team finally found their target: a massive monster trapped in the underground world.

The curved, black, broken corner was riddled with cracks, from which foul-smelling sap dripped continuously.

His eyes, arms, and even the wounds on his body were burning with eerie green hellfire.

It was eating voraciously. Wasn't that heavily armored warrior, now only with his upper body remaining, the slave market boss, Rajil, who had just been saying "You wait"?
"Crack!"

One bite, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The next moment, it grabbed some "seed bull demons" and stuffed them into its mouth.

And those originally fierce lives were obediently chewed up like beans by it.

The surrounding area was no longer the barren wasteland it had been before. The ground and walls had been completely "greened," covered in fel flames.

"Flesh and blood. The end of life!!"

The low murmur, like the sound of a nightmare, echoed back and forth in the area, eventually turning into the mooing of a cow.

Its eyes, wreathed in fiery evil energy, looked over, but little reason and intelligence remained within them. With each feeding and slaughter, its intellect dwindled, and its fiery pupils became a chaotic mess.
"Snapped!"

The giant bull braced itself on its arms, trying to stand up.

But in its excessively narrow area, it only caused it to crash into the wall again.

The Bull Demon was unable to move most of his body; such an environment was too restrictive for him.

"Snapped!"

With a swing of his hands, he smashed stones, sending them flying. His rage caused his body to swell up again. Rean looked at the two-handed sword in his hand and it really felt like a toothpick.

Perhaps, I also need a "great sword".

"Interesting, let me try!"

While most people were still testing the waters, the fanatical Claire charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

This is the Red-Haired Demon, a berserker who is forever fanatical and thirsty for blood.

Fear? Schemes? None of that. We'll know once we fight a match.

"Boom!"

The greatsword collided with the massive, metallic arm, causing the red-haired demon to cough up blood.

Even with her lower body pinned to the ground, Claire continued to laugh gleefully before hacking back!

Opponents like this are awesome!

The squad, of course, wouldn't just stand by and watch Claire get whack-a-mole.
Claire has already made a foolish and flawed demonstration by saying "Don't push your luck."

This monster's strength is far beyond the norm; if someone else tried to eat it like that, they would probably be turned into mincemeat by now.

"Snapped!"

The two swords, one long and one short, collided with the arm of another bull demon.

Another female warrior wearing a mask dances joyfully on the battlefield.

Like a ghost, she passed through numerous obstacles, leaped to the front of the Ulda Bull Demon, and thrust directly at her eyes.

"Snapped!"

She returned even faster!
Behind the Ulda Bull Demon, another arm had appeared out of nowhere.

It continued to twist and deform, with arms covered in tree bark and metallic texture slowly extending out.

The twisted monster, resembling a coiled-up "centipede," seemed to have no need to follow basic physiological structures.

"Feiyan."

But a strange thing happened: Hela, who had been knocked away, swayed and lurched in mid-air, then paused for a moment.

The next moment, it miraculously completed an aerial turn like a swift and floated away again.

"when!"

But this time, it was still a collision between metal and an arm.

Hela was knocked so hard she coughed up blood, but she still happily swung her sword.

The difference in strength was too great; the fact that they didn't have to abandon their swords after being directly hit shows how formidable they were.

"I'm fed up with you guys," Rean sighed. "You guys completely disregarded the battle formation we agreed on."

They charge at any prey they see that they feel a connection with. Where did all these berserkers come from?
"But it's truly exhilarating."

Rean himself unknowingly stepped forward.

This time, however, he did not wield the holy sword, because it was too small, and Rean estimated that a recoil from it would sever both of his hands.
"SKERVA!"

With a dragon-like incantation, he summoned the invisible greatsword he needed. He swung his arm like a sword, and the sword in the void slashed out fiercely.

"Moo!!" The roaring behemoth proved that Rean's attack was quite effective.

(End of this chapter)