Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 367 Fate

Emma opened up a corner of the world for Rean and his companions.

But the more one knows, the more confused and helpless one often becomes. The existence of heroic spirits on the side of order and law should be a good thing, but the reason they possess "military power" is often because they have a corresponding hypothetical enemy.

What kind of threat will this level of reserve combat power, along with the "heroic legion" accumulated throughout history, face?

Thinking about this, Rean felt that his upcoming breakthrough to the third-ring mage level wasn't so appealing anymore. Faced with the combat power of Heroic Spirits, there might be no difference between a third-ring and a sixth-ring mage.

"Don't think too much, just stay alive."

Emma's ultimate expectation of Rean seems to be only this. Even though it wasn't explicitly stated, Rean had already vaguely sensed that "Lee Eun-suk" from her era didn't seem to be doing very well.

Rean's senses told him that the girl had been suppressing some emotion, and that her gaze toward him was filled with hesitation and pity.

"It seems my future is going to be bleak."

"Just become stronger. You will become stronger than anyone else."

Emma seemed somewhat expectant; this was perhaps a goal that Lee Eun-suk could not achieve. As he approached Emma, ​​a fleeting fragment of memory made Rean feel a little numb.

War orphans collected from the battlefield ruins were used as bait to hunt down fleeing soldiers. (Someone: I'm not strong, but I can avenge your family. Are you willing to be my bait in the process?) The orphan who nodded not only survived but also bit off his enemy's ear.

In the days that followed, the one-armed, crippled dragonborn mercenary wandered around, dragging a little rabbit girl with him.

Originally, he planned to find a decent family to abandon him.

"Only with power can one control their own destiny. I will follow you."

The bunny girl looked up at the one-armed "Li Ensu" and said.

"Only by pursuing power can one take control of one's own destiny. That's what you, someone, said back then."

The bunny girl looked down at the youthful-looking Li Ensu and said.

The past and the present collided, leaving Rean somewhat bewildered. The different flowers blooming from the same source blurred memories and the past at this moment.

Before he knew it, Rean had already stood on tiptoe and touched the familiar yet unfamiliar rabbit ears.

"You've grown up. Sorry."

Just before those scarlet eyes, so close yet about to transform into a predator's, Rean regained his senses and created a safe distance.

"Hoo, hoo. It seems to have resonated with the soul. This is indeed a bit dangerous. I'm going out hunting."

As soon as she finished speaking, Rabbit took off running. But in Rean's eyes, this "heroic spirit" that could be called great was running away.

"Rean Sudar"

When there are only two people in the tent, Rean may have to explain something that has been hidden all along.

"That sounds like a long time coming. Well, it doesn't seem that far, probably only about two months."

Rean might have hesitated before, but now that even Dania knows part of the truth, Suliman should also be entitled to know.

"Actually, I'm just a victim too. That's pretty much it. Those heroic spirits are suspected to be reincarnations of the Thousand-Faced Dragon. I was just a pawn caught in the crossfire. I'm not deliberately hiding it. I'm sorry, I just want to live."

When he first started speaking, Rean was hesitant and stuttered, hesitating to say some things and not saying many others.

But as he spoke, the conversation flowed more and more smoothly, perhaps because of the gentle gaze of the girl in front of him.

Finally, when everything calmed down, Suliman, who had unknowingly grown very close to him, might already be the answer.

"I believe you." The faint scent of rose perfume made Rean feel somewhat intoxicated.

Rean, who didn't like perfume, found this surprisingly pleasant for the first time. It wasn't because of the snake's tail that had wrapped around him, or the softness of the fabric. "Sallyman," Rean embraced the girl, a rare sense of peace washing over him. "I'm not a jerk. I'll treat this girl well."

"anything else?"

The girl suddenly looked up.

Those snake eyes had unknowingly developed square pupils, a mark of the petrifying demon eye. Clearly, she had not slackened and had been making silent progress.

"Two threads of fate, besides Aunt Rose, who else could it be?!"

The snake's tail had already coiled around her waist like a python, and the girl with snake hair was flicking her tongue, revealing two large "tiger teeth."

"Tell me, who else?! I'm not angry."

Your snake hair is already biting everywhere, and you still say you're not angry?
"Wait, my hands are petrified, my skin is petrified! My face is petrified too! Don't stare at me!"
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The dragon came quickly, but it left just as quickly.

The pitch-black midnight, coupled with the heavy rain that obscured sight and sound, meant that most adventurers didn't even notice the attack.

While the astute warriors prepared for battle, the dragon had already departed. Fortunately, someone later consulted with Rean, allowing him to escape the fate of being turned to stone.

There are some things that Rean really doesn't dare to say.

This isn't a matter of trust; everything said leaves a trace. The more people who know, the higher the chance of it being uncovered by prophetic abilities. Sallyman, nearly driven mad with anger, didn't actually petrify him, but ultimately left his face covered in teeth marks and saliva.

Even when he was called out to discuss matters, the way people looked at him was quite subtle.

Although it's fine for you two to be together at night as a couple, this is a dangerous place where a fight could break out at any moment. Is it appropriate to go this far?

"Principal, please help remove the petrification."

Tomorrow, everyone will probably know that this engaged couple is playing a very risky game.

While the parties involved were still discussing what had happened, some people used unknown means to see the dragon and the attacked adventurers much earlier.

"Tsk, I thought they would all be dead."

Archmages wearing badges of truth gathered around a fireplace to discuss matters, while their crystal balls displayed a corner of another battlefield.

From the very beginning, they had already noticed Rean and his group, and even regarded them as pathfinders.

"What a pity, I thought I could make them owe me a favor." The dragon mage, who had met Rean once before, was somewhat regretful and was even prepared to intervene.

Why did it leave? What stopped it?

The great mages still couldn't understand what had happened, or what had stopped the evil dragon that was causing natural disasters.

Why did the mudslide, which had already begun to slide down, suddenly stop?

"Of course it's me."

Suddenly, a sound came from outside. The camp, at least five kilometers away, was visited by unfamiliar visitors.

"Clap clap."

After a light knock on the door of the "Mage's Mansion," the rabbit-eared heroic spirit walked in on its own.

The result of observing the Heroic Spirits was that they came to me.

"Greetings, I am Emma, ​​a Heroic Spirit. According to the ancient covenant, could you tell me your mission for this journey?"

(End of this chapter)