Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 51 Meeting old friends in a foreign land

"Die, I will slowly search your body." For some beings, fighting does not require too many reasons.

And someone's tactic of driving the tiger to devour the wolf has naturally been successful.

There was no hatred between them, and the cultists and slave trader leaders might even be from the same camp, but as soon as they met, they fought each other as expected.

After all, describing both sides as wolves and tigers is probably humiliating to them.

They cause more misery in a single day than these two poor animals in their entire lives combined.

"No matter who you are, it makes no difference in front of my fire. Feel the breath of a real dragon!" The first to attack was the slave trader leader who was completely enraged by the death of his subordinates.

Kveldov, whose limbs had been completely deformed, simply pressed the mechanism on his cheek and tore open his iron jaw with one hand.

The protective gear that covered it was removed, revealing a twisted and deformed "dragon jaw".

The first to launch the attack was Kvelduf, whose big mouth, half snake and half crocodile, suddenly spewed out a breath of orange-yellow flames.

The flames rushed towards him, and the rock walls, the air and the ground were all transformed into a volcanic area covered with flames. This is the origin of Kvelduf's nickname "The Howl of the Volcano".

"Dragon's breath? Pfft, wipe the motor oil from the corner of your mouth, stupid fake dragon."

The leader of the horn gang sneered and tore off the rags on his body as he stepped forward.

In just a moment, he became larger than the little volcanic dragon Kvelduf.

"Mortal, come and face the power you have never seen before." The giant two-horned demon lowered his head and looked down at the tiny pseudo-dragon.

With malicious fangs and sharp claws, it directly bit the dragon.

Flames and shock waves began to erupt, and the fighting postures of both sides were extremely ugly and efficient. The first to be affected were the mercenaries brought by Kveldov.

Maria, who was closest to her, was watching the life-and-death battle in front of her with a smile, seemingly not caring at all about the "lava" that was burning her feet.

At the same time, Talia in the shadows retreated without hesitation as Rean requested.

No matter who wins or loses, it is a good thing for both sides. The important thing is not to get involved.

As soon as she exited the cave, she was almost blown away by the shock wave behind her.

Kverduf's "volcanic" attack wave, which is powerful enough to change the terrain, is too unfriendly to the petite Talia.

The deadly heat coming from the cave behind her made Talia leave at high speed.

Her current mission is to pass the information to Rean.

As for Maria? Even though her scent had become very mixed and strange, as long as she was still in this city, she would eventually find it out.

"She can't escape. Only by saving yourself can you have a future." Li En was right. A detective with a keen sense of smell like himself was much more valuable than the new criminals every year.

She left quickly, but the little animals that followed her obviously did not intend to let her go.

"Isn't this Talia? How come, now that you're a police officer, you don't recognize your old acquaintances anymore?"

A horned disciple actually followed with a group of beasts.

The little beasts formed a circle from all sides, blocking Talia's escape route.

At this time, a slightly slender disciple took the initiative to follow out.

"You are."

Talia's inquiry did not receive an immediate response.

After a long silence, Jiao Tu finally spoke in a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"Class 21."

A simple noun made Talia's face filled with horror and her pupils dilated.

"Are you Korya or Ben? Or Dina?"

In a sense, the orphans who left the slums are the reserve talents of the darkness of this city.

The organization that adopted and raised Talia was a killer organization. Looking back, it turned out to be the Black Gloves that served certain nobles.

Class 21 was the last group of killers. Before the organization collapsed, only Talia and the three people she mentioned were left out of the eight members in the class.

"Korya, Ben, Dina. They're really nostalgic names."

Jiao Tu did not respond directly, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Talia was a little more humane.

Back then, as the "eldest sister", Talia really took good care of her younger siblings. Now that she can say it so freely, it is obvious that she has always been concerned about something.

At this moment, Talia had no doubt that this was indeed one of her brothers and sisters.

But, there is not a trace of humanity under that cloak, how could it become like this!
"Why don't you know now? The organization is finished. The 'Silver Hand' wiped out the organization. I personally beheaded that noble as revenge for them." It was still impossible to tell who the other party was, but what Talia wanted to say made no difference.

"The dark night we've been through is over. No matter what you've been through, you can always turn back."

Upon hearing this, the disciple named "Hai Ya" burst out laughing.

"Hahaha."

She laughed louder and louder, her mouth twisted into a crooked smile, as if she had heard a great anecdote.

"Turn back? How else can people like us support ourselves besides killing people? Do you know how many people I have killed to survive until today after the organization was gone?" Silence is an answer that cannot be responded to. Talia is extremely lucky to be able to walk back to the light. Under normal circumstances, the decline will never end.

The young hands were stained with blood, and every time he saw a stranger, he would subconsciously assess the difficulty of breaking his neck.

How can a child killer who has no sense of good and evil rebuild the common sense that a normal person should have?

Even if the organization is gone, the killer will naturally fall into the next darkness, and the sinking will never end.

Sometimes it has nothing to do with their subjective choices. This "rare resource" that is costly and time-consuming may even be fought over by some gray organizations.

He on the opposite side was obviously not as lucky as Talia. He left one night and encountered an even darker night.

"I can help you." Talia could not forgive on behalf of the victim and could not make any promises.

After taking off the veil from her face, the only thing she could say was her sincere hope to help the other person escape from the quagmire.

"Help me? Haha, sure."

As he spoke, the figure beneath the cloak grew even larger, and long horns like dead branches stretched out.

"Then bring me three living people every week so I can eat my fill. I promise to eat them until there's not a bone left, and I won't bring any trouble to you."

Both parties knew that this was a request that Talia would never accept.

Taliyah sighed deeply, closed her veil, and clenched her daggers.

"Tsk, this is not allowed, that is not allowed, and you still say you are the Big Sister. Well, Big Sister, let me taste you, it won't violate your morals. I swear, after eating you, I will never eat anyone again."

In front of Talia, "Haiya" has completely transformed into a beast.

He lifted half of his mask, revealing his bloody mouth, and laughed silently at the female police officer.

The oath of the fallen? Meaningless.

Sacrifice herself? If it were before, Talia might have considered it for a moment.

At this time, the female police officer no longer had any hesitation.

"I will set you free."

So, the former killer sisters started fighting each other almost crazily.
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"I knew she was crazy, but I didn't expect her to be this crazy."

After putting down the information, Li En also felt his scalp tingling.

He had repeatedly assessed the lower limit of "human beings", but when he really came into contact with this kind of information, he still felt that he was too naive.

"How can people play with life and their own kind like this?"

The "evil" involved is truly bizarre. Are they really not afraid of getting out of hand and directly destroying all living things?

"No, they've already gone too far. Their very existence is the result of past intelligent races going too far."

It is impossible to understand the starting point of the Beast Cult, nor is there any need to understand. All Rean has to do is send them to see their master.

The knight team, with only two people left, was still advancing quickly in the cave. The sniping of some small beasts could no longer stop them.

Rean's wound has healed a little, his shoulder still hurts a little, but it no longer affects his movement.

This was all thanks to the "Cure Moderate Injury Potion" in the bag. Rean was too lazy to calculate how much the alchemical potion, which required the intervention of a priest of level three or above, cost, as he couldn't afford it anyway.

Sallyman outside was obviously very experienced and knew that what the front-line team lacked most now was various medical supplies.

Novice paladins and novice priests rely on their healing abilities and generally do not like to carry potions and medical kits, but reality always proves their stupidity and short-sightedness.

Holy power is limited and the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. Stockpiling some healing items can save lives at critical moments. On the contrary, veteran priests and knights generally carry a lot of them, and they can get discounts for internal purchases.

Part of the medicine was applied externally, and part was taken internally. Rean's wound felt sore and numb, which was a sign that his nerves were recovering.

The treatment effect is much better than the painless treatment for minor injuries, which can basically only stop bleeding and relieve pain.

However, these potions and healing spells cannot be abused. After all, these low-level healing abilities are only to speed up your body's self-healing. If you use them too much, you will naturally shorten your life.

But now is not the time to think too far ahead.
"At least, from these things, I know the origin of her immortality."

After closing the file, Li En could only sigh helplessly. Knowing the reason was one thing, but cracking it was another.

According to the information about the unlimited transformation level of No. 113, Maria is much more difficult to kill than Heike.

His eyes subconsciously fell on a small object, which was also sent in by Sallyman's pet. The simple function description on it might be used here.

However, no matter how Rean touched and activated it, even using the traditional method of dripping blood to recognize the owner, this "knife" the length of a pen remained motionless.

Just when he was about to give up and go straight to Maria to cause trouble.

"Buzz!"

The brave sword in his hand suddenly emitted a faint orange-red glow.

The next moment, the originally unruly silver knife floated quietly in front of Rean, as if waiting for his call.

"Uh, so they're a matching set?!"

(End of this chapter)