Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 437 War Ghost
If we rewind time, after Rean stepped into the Underdark, it meant he had completely entered the front lines of the battlefield.

The roar of the dragon beast still echoed in their ears, and the torn city wall was about to be breached.

The ballista's fire never stopped, and the next moment, accompanied by the operator's scream, the flesh and blood body dragged in mid-air by the wyvern was devoured on the spot.

Killing, fighting, for survival.

Upon stepping onto this battlefield, Rean felt as if he had fallen into hell.

Upon entering the canyon, one encounters a village-level fortress built to take advantage of the terrain, but now it seems it is about to be breached for the third time.

The adventurers, who had been chatting and laughing just moments before, were only momentarily surprised by the chaos on the battlefield before quickly throwing themselves into the war.

The wounded were dragged away from front to back, accompanied by the charging heroes and mercenaries.

In the sky, the roaring demon among the little mirror spirits spread the heroic deeds on the battlefield while announcing in advance that a new wave of beast tides was about to begin.

"Quickly, quickly, it's about to break through again."

Even without all this nonsense, and without needing anyone else's guidance, every outsider knows what to do.

To survive and to succeed in the hunt, one must integrate into this battlefield.

"It was a very grand welcome ceremony."

The chaotic battlefield caused Rean to lose contact with his "new friend" for a moment.
There was no commander, no mid-level commander, and the surrounding area was in complete chaos.

Apart from the little one holding hands, all that's left around is killing and being killed.

"here we go again"

The stone wall formed by the earthen slope shattered into pieces under the heavy impact of the mammoth-like monster.

And in the direction they were charging, little Lana was right in front of them.

"die!"

Rean's body moved faster than his mind. Standing on the head of the horned behemoth, he punched through its temple, causing the energy to explode inside its brain and knocking it down.

"This... it's still not dead?" A large amount of blood sprayed onto Rean's hands, and his brain was exposed, yet the giant beast was still struggling.

Rean was a little surprised, but his hands didn't stop.

Gouging out eyes, hammering the head, kicking the forehead—the armored man's flashy hand-to-hand combat combos, though somewhat clumsy, were still deadly.

The hairy, one-horned "Mammoth Man" has finally fallen.

"Boom!"

As the giant beast collapsed, Rean looked ahead.

Behind the shattered city walls were at least several hundred monsters of the same size.

This is the front line of the battlefield. As "outsiders," our side must endure the malice of the entire world before it can gain a foothold.

"interesting."

Before he could even react, Rean found himself in "enemy territory."

Enemies are everywhere. There are no safe zones on the battlefield; the front line and the rear line can switch at any time.

Rean saw it: a crater had opened up not far away, and a large number of monsters were gushing out; his own camp had been blown apart at the center.

"boom!"

With a single punch, Rean shattered the winter wolf that lunged at him; he had no time to think further.

The centaur herd of rotten wood had already set their sights on him, while the behemoths were trying to block his breakthrough.

In just a moment, Rean sensed the impending danger of death.

"Perhaps it's time to retreat."

But the open-eyed eagle gave him a completely different perspective and angle.

Inside the front-line base, there are still craftsmen, mirror demons, and supplies that haven't had time to evacuate. This isn't the first time the front-line camp has been breached, but if it's breached a third time this month, the entire progress will likely be significantly affected.

If we evacuate now, I'm afraid none of these people will survive.

First, we need to plug this gap.

"boom!"

Rean then launched a counter-charge. The heavily armored monks, transformed into humanoid killing machines, charged madly into the horde of monsters, blocking the gaps and indiscriminately slaughtering the surrounding "weaklings."

He decided to give it a try.

Try to be the fulcrum, try to be the fool who hinders the torrent.

"get out!"

The crazed little giant killed a troll blocking his way with a single punch. Heavy armor became his most trusted partner, and he constantly traded blows for blows, achieving extremely high killing efficiency.

Knee strikes, shoulder strikes, punches—all the experience and instincts from fighting Wu surged up at this moment.
The efficient and fast killing machine truly stood out in the beast tide.

At the point where it was divided, all that could be seen passing by on either side were the divided corpses.

"For the Lord of Light and Joy!" At this moment, Rean even had time to advertise for his church.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he became a pillar, a shaky but never collapsing city wall.

This is a completely different feeling.

Stepping back onto the battlefield, smelling the wind carrying the stench of blood and corpses, Rean felt a surge of joy.

It seems that with his constant killing and the ever-growing massacres, a certain part of his heart is finding satisfaction.

"If it were me in the past, I would be anxious and angry right now."

Paladins dislike war and despise combat. What they pursue is the result of eliminating evil. Although they seem to be war-crazed, they actually strictly use discipline to restrain the beast within their hearts. Even so, the main reason for the fall of most mid-level paladins is still their addiction to power and killing.

"Never forget why we are fighting."

"Redemption or destruction, the choice is yours?"

The teachings of Sir Sull still echoed in his ears. The "preaching" that Rean had previously found a bit annoying turned out to be nothing but nonsense when he arrived at the battlefield.

The killing of the strong is a pleasure in itself, but if one becomes addicted to this entertainment, the paladin loses his reason for being.

"But now, I must willingly indulge in this pleasure."

The warrior monks, or at least the broken monks of Wu, had a completely different approach.

Don't overthink it - Wu

At that moment, the spirit Wu gave him a push.

"Ouch!"

The enraged "monk" let out a beast-like roar.

The original black armor was removed, and the cracked armor naturally dissipated into the air.

But the next moment, the body that had been "returned" swelled even further.

The bloodline of the dragon demon was activated, and in his crimson pupils were dragon eyes that resembled those of a demon god. Rean's body expanded further, and his body vaguely broke through the three-meter baseline of the small giant.

The most outrageous thing is that the muscles start to twist and swell.

Since monks can control their strength and physical body, they can naturally unleash the full potential of their physical body.

[Biotype Level: Diamond, Status: Strength 19, Physique 24 (20), Agility 18 (10), Spirit 10 (19)]

Along with the change in physical form, Rean's data became strangely distorted. His strength did not increase, but the body that had been separated from him was further strengthened.

Even more bizarrely, the massive "burning" of the spirit transformed into a psionic web that controlled the body, ultimately causing the body's reactions to increase dramatically.

The next moment, large scales appeared on his body, and the dragon armor transformed into dragon "armor plates," covering his arms, limbs, and vital areas.

Defense has been significantly reduced, but in exchange for...
"boom!"

The dragon-like man suddenly leaped up, transforming into a shooting star, and used his body as a projectile to smash through the dragon blocking his path.

Speed, even faster speed.

A reaction, a reaction that is one step ahead of others.

What does quantity matter when all opponents are in slow motion before your eyes?

"Awooo!" The black dragon-man with crimson eyes was completely engrossed in the war, transforming into a beast indistinguishable from its enemies.

[Gain temporary superpower, Ghost Dragon Dance (Diamond): Indulge in instinct and slaughter, abandon thought; the instincts of life are far more adept at fighting than your brain.]

(End of this chapter)