Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 438 Sniper War

Crimson fervor transformed Rean into a war demon.

Not enough punching power? What about Dragon Claw? Or the specialized enchanted Fire Fist?

"Ouch!"

Rean shut his mouth, noticing a change in his vocal cords; his words had turned into seemingly meaningless roars.

It's just that it seems
"Their location"

For the first time, Rean perfectly mastered his talent as the "Blue Crystal Dragon," and the sonic waves from his roar were captured one by one.

Rean, who had struggled to use the sonic radar effectively, now seemed to control it with instinct.

"I see, the blind dragon."

He closed his eyes.

His body was as raging as flames, his roar as awe-inspiring as a dragon's, yet his heart was icy cold.

He did not completely lose his mind as Wu had anticipated. Unlike Wu, he was an extremely volatile and manic martial monk who trained a dancer of the stillness.

The life-or-death battle and the crisis of death forced out their fighting instincts that belong to life itself.

In one step, it avoided the tail spikes of the bipedal wrasse.

With a gentle tap, a pull, and a tug, before the dragon could even scream, the force that had been used to swoop down and grab its prey was transformed into inertia that sent it hurtling straight to the ground.

How did you do that? I don't know.

But it just feels like it could be done easily.

"I feel invincible, and I have nothing to fear anymore."

The next moment, however, he shook his head.

"In stories, anyone who says this either gets beheaded immediately or dies in the next episode."

A calm mind allows one to perform at 120% of their potential, but if this extraordinary performance causes one to lose vigilance, it is a path to certain death.

Do what you can with the strength you have.

With a light descent, he brushed past a group of enraged bull demons, his arm transforming into a blur.

One, two... As a bunch of arms carrying weapons landed, Rean couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

The tormented bull demons screamed as they collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from their bruised limbs.

What did he do? He simply walked over silently, following the opponent's attack, guiding it to tear his own arm apart. He finally understood why there was a saying, "Never use half-baked attacks against high-ranking monks."

Once speed, reaction time, and perception reach a certain level, or even subtly reach a point where one can negatively react to a slow and sluggish opponent, any reckless attack is tantamount to strangling oneself.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a rain of wooden javelins fell from the sky, and the rotten wood centaurs did not hesitate to target Rean and his companions.

But in the dragon's eyes that opened again, this attack, which seemed to be in slow motion, was like a slow-motion scene in a movie. The fighter seemed to live in another dimension of time.

Stepping forward, retreating, turning sideways, Rean was like a traveler traversing the forest as the rain of poisonous spears fell.

"Snapped!"

He even had the leisure to casually tear off a piece of the wooden spear as he passed by to check the venom on it.

"Tsk, these wooden centaurs are really vicious. They even made poisoned barbs. Anyone who touches them will probably die instantly."

As for the dragon scales on Rean's arm, these poisonous thorns would probably have to pierce the dragon's skin first for them to be effective.

He silently glanced at those idiotic centaurs, who were baring their teeth and mocking him from behind the beast horde.

"You've shot me so many times, so I'll return the favor with one shot."

The dragon claw was raised, and a massive amount of magic power gathered on it.

Light and heat were gradually taken into his hands.

"SOL SKERVA (Divine Blazing Sun Sword)!" A massive outpouring of magic power created a blazing holy sword imbued with the power of the sun in the void.

It's not complete yet; for Rean now, two characters are still a stretch. But when the Sword of Light begins to take shape, it will be enough.

"Go." The exploding arm sent the "spear" flying out in the direction of the fingertips.

Throwing a javelin may require a lot of skill, but sheer force can solve most problems. Especially when you're using an "RPG," the kill radius might be farther than the attack range!
"Boom!"

As the mushroom cloud exploded before his eyes, Rean smiled happily. But the next moment, his legs gave way.

The large expenditure of magic power also accelerated the depletion of physical strength.

The monsters that were blown away greatly reduced the pressure on Rean and gave him some time to catch his breath.

After taking a deep breath, his mental strength increased again, and Rean blocked the gap once more.

But the storm is just around the corner.

Rean's outburst cleared out the weaker soldiers, but it also made it impossible for the stronger ones to hide their abilities any longer.
"boom!"

When the giant tree transformed into a wooden stick and crashed down, Rean was still thrown back by the shockwave even though he managed to dodge in time.

At this moment, he was completely unable to maintain his previous "state".

Looking at the giant stone golem emerging from behind the wall, Rean felt a little uneasy.

The shadow completely obscured Rean, whose massive body was even crumbling, with most of his body made up of black mud, like a swamp.

These semi-elemental monsters seem to have ridiculously high physical resistance, but you can only fight them head-on.
"bring it on."

There's not much to say. One can't always choose the most suitable opponent. Since fate has brought them together by chance, the brave will win when they meet on a narrow path.

"Soundwave."

The enraged dragon-man monk immediately engaged the stone golem in a deadly battle.

But if you look at the battlefield as a whole, this is just a microcosm of countless battles.

With the arrival of reinforcements and the plugging of gaps, this defensive battle once again entered an advantageous situation for the people on the ground.
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"Ah, I almost died."

After the battle, Rean crouched on a pile of rocks that had once been elemental creatures, bandaging his wounds.

“My friend is an idiot! He went too far!” Lana complained as well.

But if Rean hadn't gone berserk and charged straight out of the city walls, Lana, who had gotten separated from him, probably wouldn't have been able to find him or come to his aid in time.

This was an exceptionally arduous battle. Too many city walls had been breached, and the battlefield uncontrollably descended into a chaotic free-for-all, with each powerful warrior having their own battlefield.

Being able to pull through is already a stroke of luck.

Rean himself underwent a baptism. His performance naturally attracted countless eyes. His achievement of single-handedly taking on a section of the city wall required both strength and confidence.

Unbreakable, tireless, and recovering instantly from injuries, it is a near-perfect fighting machine.

That kind of high-speed evasion ability on the battlefield is even more subversive to ordinary people's understanding.

The powerful magic that erupts from time to time makes the legendary "magic warriors" a reality. Many mages and warlocks look at them with envy and even jealousy. The fact that such powerful spells can be cast almost instantly can probably only be explained by the power of bloodline.

"Although I don't know why he didn't use his paladin abilities, the power he displayed was truly worthy of his reputation."

"We need to plug that gap. The paladin's abilities alone aren't enough. He's already broken through his armor on the battlefield. If he tries to block the gate in his heavy knight form, it will probably be blown up by now."

That seems plausible? When the number of enemies reaches this level, an "armored tank" does indeed seem less effective than an "evasive tank".

If you try to withstand the damage head-on, it will accumulate. However, if you use the terrain to your advantage and maintain a one-on-one situation, it is possible to remain unharmed for a long time.

"Uh, is that the reason?" Rean was a little confused when he heard this explanation.

After you demonstrate your strength and achievements, there will always be people who will find various reasons to support you.

"Is this what it feels like to be alive?" Rean felt a strange sense of fulfillment once again, and he began to understand why those soldiers loved the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)