Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 505 The Carved Skin Dragon
Life has many troubles, and living may be a kind of sadness. But if you really go to the battlefield, you will find that this leisure time to think about the meaning of life is also a kind of happy trouble.

"Boom!"

The deafening explosions never stopped, and with each new team entering the battlefield, chaos erupted.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex and its pack began their hunt the moment they were lured there. When it was injured, as the overlord of the area, it went completely berserk and began to slaughter indiscriminately.

As ancient beasts, they clearly lacked patience and good temper. When their territory was threatened or even when they were attacked, their logic of action was no longer hunting but killing.

The noble knights and mercenaries who blocked the way were torn apart and dismembered.

The ruthless King of the Hunt doesn't care who stands in his way. To him, there's no difference between knights and commoners; adding some steel armor only makes them more appealing.

"What...why did we come here?!"

The most tragic victims were the members of the aristocratic faction. They were brought in as the masterminds, but ended up as the most worthless cannon fodder.

They were located at the outermost edge, confined by the swampy terrain, and surrounded by enemies on three sides.

On the other side of the war zone, facing threats and nemesis, the beasts of the Beast Order have completely gone mad.

When your allies are just a pack of beasts, and your opponents are more formidable than you, be wary of the minions lurking behind you. And now, these beasts have begun their hunt with no attempt to conceal their presence.

The battlefields of wild beasts often start out with some discernible pattern, but as the fighting progresses, they descend into a frenzy. When blood and hunger cloud their senses, they don't care who their opponent is; everything becomes prey that can be devoured.

Beasts, horned beasts, tyrannosaurus rex, and other creatures caught in the middle caused the noble class to rapidly decline in numbers.

Rean's knights formed battle formations as planned, while those unfortunate souls who were used as cannon fodder fared quite poorly.

Clearly, given how things have developed, if there really is a mastermind behind it all, he probably doesn't expect anyone to leave alive.

"Boom!"

Rean's situation is better. On one hand, he has occupied the terrain and built a simple defensive fortress. On the other hand, his side has excellent coordination and strong people to keep things in order.

"Lord Quill, are you just going to watch like this?"

Rean suddenly said this to the Blue Dragon Monk.

The Blue Dragon Monk has already revealed his half-dragon form, and a powerful man's head is tucked into his waistband. His combat record is actually quite good, but he is still only at the "human" level.

"Mr. Wu has been monitoring the actions of the other two candidates, but I haven't sensed any reaction from you. You should know what that means."

Rean was telling the truth; the lowered satisfaction rating is a form of attention, I suppose.

What does it mean to not be noticed by your tutor? Even poor students receive attention and punishment, and their tutors have expectations for their future development. Only those who are completely abandoned or ignored will be treated as invisible by their tutors.

"I appreciate your reminder."

Quill clasped his hands together and bowed in a pilgrim's salute.

He was aware of his mistake; compared to his "classmates," he lacked the fighting spirit and opportunities to perform.
“This was my arrogance.” It was rare for the monk Zhenlong to admit his mistake.

He finds it difficult to be truly serious when dealing with ordinary people. Even at this moment, he still acts at a mortal level. He is also looking for an opportunity to showcase himself, but he hasn't encountered a suitable target yet.
"I will show these weaklings what the power of a true dragon is."

With a slow murmur, the surrounding air subtly distorted, and faint white lightning flashed within it. The next moment, the half-dragon monk slowly expanded, his body gradually transforming into a dragon. A few seconds later, a massive young blue dragon appeared here.

Its presence distorted the surrounding air, with bolts of lightning constantly leaping back and forth around it, and its dim, yellowish eyes devoid of any humanity.

From beginning to end, even when the true dragon transforms into a mortal, it is still a monster disguised as a human.

At this moment, upon seeing its true nature, Rean realized its overwhelming power.

"The Dragon with Carved Skin".

The scales on the blue dragon's body became thick and solidified, and various magical patterns on them recorded "animals" and "stories".

The blue skin had gradually turned black, even emitting a metallic luster. This was an adult blue dragon that had completed its Daoist advancement, a high-level existence that had transcended the mortal realm.

"Not only that, there's also the advancement of tattooed martial artists."

The Carved Dragon is an advanced form of dragon, strengthening its body through magical runes on its scales. A similar profession exists among monks. These are tattooed warriors (a branch of the monk class) who gain extraordinary abilities by tattooing "life," "legend," and "fairy tales" onto their bodies.

It is said that this process is quite painful, but it is not a problem for dragons.

This physical body is perhaps his strength, his reliance, and his wealth.

"Die! You vile beast! You filthy, inferior creature, how dare you call yourself a dragon!"

The dragon transformed into lightning and floated into the air in an instant.

The next moment, as if the frame had been skipped, the result appeared: the blue dragon was already tearing into the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Boom!"

The blue dragon pounced on the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Even though the adult dragon's body size (about eight meters) was only one-third the size of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, its rampaging power and speed (40+) had already knocked it down.

The two dragons were tearing at each other, but it was only the aftermath of the battle. The rolling of the giant beasts, which were intertwined, directly crushed a group of people to death.

Blood splattered, lives were reaped, the blue dragon spewed lightning at the massive tyrannosaurus, and the tyrannosaurus responded with a bite.

Precious dragon blood had already covered the earth, and the alchemist Victoria had somehow found her way beneath it, frantically collecting it with a spatial bottle.
Quill's satisfaction level decreased by 5%.

But Wu felt dissatisfied with this kind of fighting.

Could it be that Quill isn't strong enough? Rean shook his head, realizing that even he and his two other heirs probably couldn't defeat this monstrous dragon.

The double "dragon scale tattoos" greatly enhance its defensive capabilities. Combined with the monk's combat skills and the blue dragon's body, it is basically invincible in melee combat.

"So that's how it is. Not choosing the strongest opponent, being too rational, is also a kind of foolishness?"

[Satisfaction increased by 1%]

Rean's own increased satisfaction seems to confirm this speculation.

The most dangerous opponent here has never been the Tyrannosaurus Rex, a powerful beast that is still a beast. The one who is most dangerous is still the Deer Prince, who is on the edge of the battlefield, dealing with Felipe on one hand and silently observing the battlefield on the other.

It seems to be preparing for something, waiting for something.

The purple rose and its companion locked onto each other, each waiting for the other to make a move.

Did Quill not know? No, it simply refused to recognize, whether intentionally or feigned, it subconsciously abandoned the dangerous white deer.

No matter how strong or large a Tyrannosaurus Rex is, it still relies primarily on pure physical attacks. As for a tattooed dragon that has advanced to the level of a warrior, especially an adult blue dragon, it is almost impossible to kill it with physical force.

Even if we can't win, we can definitely protect ourselves.

Predicting defeat before victory is logically sound, but for Wu...
"You're quite difficult to please. I'm not satisfied with your excessive bloodlust and warlike nature, nor am I satisfied with your scheming and reluctance to take on challenges. What exactly do you want?"

Satisfaction decreased by 1%.

Okay, now it's Rean's turn to be dissatisfied.

If we're really talking about passing on the torch, I, who have a terrible affinity with Wu (in my opinion), would probably be eliminated first.

But Rean simply shook his head. He had already gotten what he wanted; anything extra was unimportant.

“Sallyman, there seem to be no other participants in this battle. Notify them to come in, and we'll clean up the battlefield.”

Therefore, Rean activated his backup plan.

Within this realm, the "heroes'" adventure team received the long-awaited signal.

But it seems they are also going to be late.

Because they encountered a "major traffic jam".

"Are the black dragon horde and that giant shadow spider planning to engage in a direct, decisive battle?"

(End of this chapter)