Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 57 Death Fight
"Snapped!"

Rean had just stepped back into the battlefield, the constraints of gravity still binding his body, the invisible shackles making it difficult for him to move.

"Snapped!"

Every step was fraught with difficulty, making each step forward extremely challenging.

But the sword-wielding paladin no longer cared about the current environmental limitations.

His heart was filled with rage at the monster before him, and this will transformed into the silver light on the blade, becoming a shield against the spell.

Among melee classes, there are quite a few extraordinary professions that transform willpower into strength.

But a paladin, who can withstand spells purely through willpower, is probably the only one.

"Holy Sword. Slay Evil." The hero's sword radiates the purest light of will.

The origin of this system of passing on heroic spirits lies in the fury against evil and injustice.

Rean strode forward, stepping into the gravity field, his head and feet already inverted.

Stepping into the cave is like jumping off from mid-air.

Instead of resisting the pull of gravity, he used the momentary tilt of gravity to accelerate his jump!
At the highest point, Rean was gathering his strength.

"Ha!" With a roar, the Demolisher's power tore apart the evil spell's restrictions.

Rean broke free from the constraints of gravity at the predetermined landing point.

Light gathers on the sword's edge.

Both the man and the sword plummeted rapidly due to inertia.

"Boom!" Light exploded.

This time, it's the complete Collapse Sword: Breaking Boundaries.

Starting from the sword's edge, a violent whirlwind of holy power erupts, extending along the sword's edge.

For the first time, Rean's attack did not hurt him.

However, he still missed his target.

"Clang!" A dark gray "shield" appeared in front of the sword.

Rean frowned as he looked at the constantly writhing "wall" in front of him.

It was a woven bone shield, a protective net made up of at least ten "horns".

Maria was still standing there, but now, gray-black tentacles were protruding from her body.

The familiar feel and color immediately reminded Rean of the Horned One's horns.

Elsena is one of the ancient beasts, which some ancient people called the Grey Great Horned Deer.

The deer is a peaceful animal; its only weapon is its antlers.

But that is also the most dangerous and hardest part of its body, a pure bony structure.

Its sharp points can be used as weapons such as bone arrows and bone spears.

"My children don't seem to like you. Please stay away from us." The woman continued to smile.

Those horns, like twisted limbs, moved slowly, enveloping her and protecting her, while also threatening Rean.

Rean frowned, his anger growing as he realized that the "horns" likely came from the children's heads.

"Buzz!" The gravity field suddenly shifted again, successfully suppressing Rean once more!
This time, Rean felt a much stronger gravitational pressure than before, and almost knelt down.

"Damn it." Rean gritted his teeth, exerted force in his lower body, and stood up straight again.

Maria, however, simply smiled and looked at him.

After determining that "Upside Down" was ineffective against Rean, she shifted all her focus to the more effective method of doubling gravity.

The sneak attack failed, but Maria didn't stop; those horns were her true killing weapons.

The continuous and rapid attacks transformed into a barbed net covering the opponent before them.

Perhaps she is not good at fighting, but that does not mean that a beast's instincts are not good at hunting and killing!

"Break the evil." And Rean's response was the still-burning holy sword.

"when!"

Even though every attack was blocked by the swiftly reacting decagon, Rean did not retreat.

Even with wounds constantly appearing on his body, he did not stop for a moment.

He simply focused all his energy on wielding the holy sword, each strike more ruthless and faster than the last.

There's no need for blind roaring; the flames of anger should always be boiling in your chest.

The holy sword, named after wrath, becomes even sharper as its wielder awakens to its power.

"Boom."

Finally, this time the sword's edge was not blocked.

The armor-piercing sword, which had breached the defenses, successfully severed one of the horns. Rean, who seemed to have gained the upper hand, showed no joy.

"Clang!" The sword, swiftly parried, blocked the attack that suddenly extended from the broken horn!
In just a moment, the broken horn regenerated and extended directly into a spike.

If Rean hadn't been on guard, he probably would have been pierced through. As a warrior, he had matured far too much.

"Oh my, didn't you know that deer antlers can grow back?"

Rean knew this, of course, and had been on guard. Hek had given him such a deep memory that he would not let his guard down on the battlefield again.

Deer antlers, made of bone, are indeed the only large organ in mammals that can fully regenerate, but is this rate of regeneration really normal?

"Clang!" He blocked another thrust.

"Phew." At this moment, Rean, who had finished gathering intelligence, suddenly sighed and shook his head.

"You are indeed not a warrior, but just a foolish beast."

"What do you mean?" Maria couldn't understand why he would say that when she clearly had the upper hand.

Is this some kind of misleading lie? Or was it a hallucination the other person had before they died?

But Rean didn't respond; he simply raised his sword silently.

My body is in a lot of pain, and I'm under a lot of stress.

There were so many of those rapidly twisting "antlers" that they burst forth so fast that they were invisible to the naked eye and difficult to handle with one's own hands.

The wounds kept accumulating blood, and the bleeding had become so bad that I was almost numb.

"But so what?"

A memory resurfaced: how did a true paladin act when faced with an endless army, a lofty god, dozens of knights of similar skill, and a doomed predicament?

"Break through evil." Willpower is power; the knight will not yield before death arrives.

The raging fire within him eventually transformed into a calm and steady sword edge.

I was merely wielding my sword.

There's no need to think about the long term, no need to think about winning or losing, and no need to think about life or death. I just do my best, and victory will naturally favor the stronger!
And I am now certain that I am stronger!

"boom!"

Evil deserves to be punished!
This time, even with several bone horns used to block, the greatsword was still not stopped!
Two bones were severed, the sword blade pierced through the defensive net, and smashed directly into Maria's shoulder!
So, the moment the woman's face showed shock for the first time, a large amount of blood gushed from her shoulder.

Rean's strike was precise; the "head" on his shoulder had already been smashed to pieces.

Blood splattered all the way up the top of the cave.

The sword penetrated deep into his body, but the ordeal did not end there.

Rean immediately took a deep breath, and with another burst of power, the silver sword ignited a storm of holy power!

"Breaking Sword. Breaking Boundary!"

"boom!"

The series of explosions brought what should have been fatal blast damage.

Once Rean enters his state, the transformation from "Erosion Sword" to "Crushing Sword" takes only a moment.

"Break the evil." The explosion wasn't over yet; the warrior's next strike was already underway.

Rean didn't have the habit of waiting for the smoke to clear to see the result, and casually unleashed another high-speed slash.

Want to talk? Let's talk after we're dead.

Just like that old, cunning paladin said, when facing any opponent, just swing your sword.

"Boom."

This time, it was caught in the black claws.

The woman, beginning to transform into a beast, had bloodstains and bulging veins all over her face, and some of her limbs had become inhuman.

"Wow, what strength!"

Feeling the brute force, Rean was forced to retreat.

Rean, who was forced to retreat, laughed.

He saw that the previous sword strike had been quite effective, not only cutting through her "head" but also half of her shoulder.

Having lost a symbiote, the balance and stability of her physical body have been disrupted. Rapidly regenerating flesh has piled up into deformed lumps, and she has gradually lost her human form.

"My child, my poor child," the woman continued, her voice choked with sobs.

Rean chuckled, too lazy to respond. Where did he copy these deceptive phrases from?

"You may be strong, but you're still a piece of trash."

The calm tone was like a sword being swung with all its might once again, this time with a brilliant holy light shining from its blade.

“Boom!
She blocked the sword with her claws, but the holy power storm from the collapsing sword exploded directly in her face!

Mastering the second sword technique doesn't simply mean having an extra card in your hand.

For experienced players, having more tactical options means having more ways to play in actual combat.

"Die." Rean, who hadn't stopped, just swung his sword again with all his might.

"Bang!" He stepped out and stomped straight into a pit in the ground.

This time, the sudden attack came from above.

Maria's renewed burst of gravitational suppression seemed to have subdued him.

"Break the evil." Even with his body tilted to one side, even with his skeleton groaning in pain, could it really stop him from continuing to wield his sword?!

"Aaaaaah!" Maria's expression turned incomprehensible; her useless smile had been shattered.

This time, the sword pierced the flesh on the spot and slashed fiercely!
The blade, almost cleaving through Maria's defenses, slashed horizontally, leaving a large gash in her body.

Flames burned upon it! The dragon fire caused secondary damage!
"Let's die together!" But at the same time, after realizing that it couldn't stop them, the monster rationally chose to trade blows.

As he struck his opponent, Rean was also directly hit by a dozen sharp bone spikes that suddenly erupted!
“As expected, there are more than five symbiotes.” Rean silently tore off the bone spurs from his body.

If you are unarmored or wearing only regular armor, you are already dead.

But the armor he's wearing now is anything but ordinary.

As for the exposed flesh without armor? It protects the head; what does a few injuries to the other parts mean to a warrior?

"You... don't feel pain, do you?" Rean had suspected this when the head was severed, and now it seemed to have been confirmed.

"Ha, how could the weaknesses of mortals exist in me?" The monster, whose face and body were already deformed, finally seemed to have some emotion.

Did it sense that its life was threatened?

Rean laughed. "A good mood? Doesn't this help me verify a very useful piece of information?"

Pain is a weakness? Haha.

Rean took a deep breath and simply raised the swords in both hands once more.

Isn't it just trading injury for injury? Isn't it just being unafraid of pain? It's not like we've never fought before.

But is combining these two things really a good thing for soldiers?
"Break through evil." The holy sword was swung once more, this time with greater precision and danger.

The two sides fought each other at extremely close range, unable to avoid each other or defend themselves.

Rean's dragon eye has fully opened, and he is trying to minimize his losses.

Maria, whose body was already twisted and deformed, could not retreat even a step in order to maintain her ability to withstand gravity.

With each strike, Rean hacked away with unrestrained pleasure.

Round after round of bone spurs, Rean was numb with pain.

In just a few minutes, Rean lost count of how many times he had slashed.

He was covered in countless wounds, and his hard armor was pierced with several holes by bone spikes, but his opponent was even more seriously injured.

Limbs were constantly being severed and flesh was constantly being deformed. Under Rean's slaughter, she naturally became less and less like a human, or even less like a horned creature!

His body was covered in deformed lumps of flesh, and his original balance had been completely shattered.

At least seven or eight heads appeared on the limbs that had lost their human form.

The monster has now swelled several times larger, its size now reaching the top of the cave.

Her strength increased, the bone spikes grew thicker, and the bone whip relentlessly lashed at Rean.

Human nature, mixed with bestiality, seems to have been activated as well.

"Why?! Why aren't they dead yet?!" She couldn't understand at all. Weren't the previous targets crushed instantly?!
Idiot, of course you're too unprofessional, and the wound isn't deep enough. Of course Rean wouldn't tell her the truth.

Can you simultaneously control over a dozen unusual weapons while maintaining their power and accuracy? Are you a super weapon master? Or a supercomputer capable of multitasking?

Most of those bone spurs were instinctive attacks; only a few were carefully controlled and truly threatening.

So, use the longan to observe, and then avoid or block it.

A truly excellent warrior needs only one strike!

"A useless person who wastes their abilities, a useless person who squanders a good hand."

The only response to the question of why Maria could not be killed was Rean's sword, each strike heavier than the last.

Its ability to control gravity was terrifyingly strong, but in the end, it was only used to perform spells while standing still.

This turns it into a special ability that's only suitable for dominating weaker opponents.

Those who are inferior to you will be crushed by you in an instant, but those who can withstand your attacks are like those who stand still and fight to the death!
Abandoning mobility and stationary output while engaging in a deadly battle with specialized heavy armor? That's pure suicide.

At this moment, Rean felt a little sorry for the superhumans he had killed earlier.

They were actually killed by such an amateurish "gifted beast".

"Fool." Rean's holy sword, however, remained under the control of Dragon Eye, maintaining its high damage output.

He steadily and efficiently targeted her weakness: the location of those "heads".

Resurrection is not without cost; for each head that is killed, the bone spurs stop growing before the head can be revived.

Even after being resurrected, the newly formed bone spurs became even more sluggish and stupid.

Even more deadly is the shattered internal balance, which makes it even more out of control and inhuman.

Even though Rean was covered in wounds, his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on his opponent, while Maria...
"They didn't even notice the four thin plates of armor on my back. All my injuries are on the front, and even now, because I've given up the sensation of pain, they haven't noticed what I did."

Rean was certain that the thing in front of him was a completely incompetent soldier. What right did such a guy have to kill him?

She may be incredibly talented or incredibly capable, but relying too much on her abilities only makes her seem more foolish. In reality, she is extremely lacking in experience in deadly battles!

"Die!" This time, Rean's holy sword finally shattered the defenses and severed her head!

Being animalistic doesn't mean not fearing death. In fact, the instinct of animals is to survive and continue their lineage.

After completing her regeneration, she hesitated; she stagnated.

She wondered if she couldn't kill the person in front of her, if the silver armor was truly impervious to blades and spears, and if those wounds really couldn't cause her any pain.

"It hurts like hell, but so what?!"

Warriors, how can they not shed blood? Rean simply swung his sword with an even calmer expression.

Never show fear to wild beasts!
If you're not afraid, the first one to be afraid is...
"Snapped!"

The monster took a step back first.

At that moment, Rean felt a lightness in his body.

"Break the evil!" Thus, Rean's sword strike, which completely disregarded defense, came even more fiercely!

Want to escape? Dream on!

Rean didn't stop. The moment the restraints were released, all the anger he had accumulated turned into a series of furious slashes.

The speed boots were activated, and the knight, unleashing his full power, caught up with the monster.

With each strike, heavy armor clad in wounds, Rean's sword grew ever more ferocious, his face becoming increasingly grotesque.

"Die."

The beast was afraid.

"No!" Finally, the monster was cleaved in two, and one of the halves even began to flee!

It had lost confidence in killing Rean, and its animal instinct for survival had been activated.

But by then, it was too late.

Rean did not give chase; he simply stared silently at the sky above.

"Boom!" The heavenly fire that fell from the sky completely engulfed him.

The long-term planning has finally yielded results.

Rean did not move forward, nor did he relax; he knew it was not the end yet.

"You forced me to do this."

The flames did not dissipate, but the one that stood up, shrouded in flames, was now a complete antlered stag monster.

A large, gray, multi-headed deer stood up calmly and silently.

Rean simply raised his longsword once more.

“How pitiful Sister Maria, let me grant you release.”

(End of this chapter)