Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 12 I don't discriminate against time travelers, I just hate Li Ensu
"Hey, time traveler Li Ensu, you're here?"

The greeting that just came into the dream made Rean furious.

Slicing? Execution? Countless possibilities of the time traveler being discovered flashed through his mind, but then, he suddenly understood.

"It's just a dream."

Looking at the old knight who was greeting him not far away, Rean felt a little resentful.

If I have obtained the other person's memory, then it seems reasonable that the other person has obtained my memory?
Perhaps, this person was just trying to scare me on purpose?

"Is this really just a dream?" And then he became a little doubtful.

What you see, hear, and touch are all extremely real.

This was a wasteland without a starry sky, with only moonlight illuminating the ground beneath his feet. His feet felt very solid, and he could clearly feel his limbs when he stretched out his hands and clenched his fists.

Rean couldn't tell whether what he saw was reality or a dream. He could even smell the aroma of barbecue in the wilderness.

Why does it smell like barbecue?
"Want to eat?" As he said this, the ancient heroic spirit waved the skewers in his hand.

In front of him, there were four barbecue racks, hundreds of barbecue skewers, vegetables, fruits, and meat. Rean even saw a lot of fruits from his hometown.

"Yeah." Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Li En was greedy.

"No, go bake it yourself." Well, it seems that he really has a bad temper.

When they met for the first time, his "real name" was called out. At that moment, Rean felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

But now, this somewhat unreliable "uncle" in front of him made him feel a lot more relaxed. He was really the heroic and iron-faced judge he had imagined, which made Rean become more restrained.

He observed the other person carefully.
The tall body was wrapped in fully covered heavy armor. The seemingly perfect body proportions were probably only twice his height. The arm that was playing with the kebab was actually thicker than his thigh.

The armor was not gorgeous, and even a little worn. On the left and right shoulders were the Cross of Judgment and the Scales of Justice, but they had been worn to the point of discoloration. The armor, which seemed to be made of legendary metal, was covered with scars and wounds.

He should be a wolf. After all, the two gray wolf ears are too obvious. When he takes off the faceless judge mask that symbolizes "no-partisan judgment", it is a bit like the half-covered mask of Batman Chin. But he does not have Chin's principle of not killing.

This is a naked killing machine.

The moment he saw him, Rean recalled the scene in the memory fragments, where this fully armed tank killed the evil demons with one blow.

".I believe this is a dream." Such a monster should not exist in this world.

"Yes, this is your dream, your world, so."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's laughter echoed in the wilderness.

"So there's no need to worry about possession or anything like that." The old man smiled smugly at the young man, the stubble on his chin twitching.

In an instant, Li En's face turned pale, he was seen through again.

"Don't worry, it's not mind reading." The middle-aged man stroked his bearded chin, becoming more and more proud. "It's just experience. What you're thinking, little guy, is completely transparent to me."

As if remembering something, the old man suddenly laughed happily. "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about your own people. Forget it, the dead should not interfere with the living world."

Well, don't tell half of it!

This is probably why Rean hates "old things" the most. He always deliberately says half of what he wants to say and keeps something back.

If you do it right, you are the commander. If you do it wrong, it is all your fault. You will get nothing if you force yourself to ask.

At this time, don't follow the other party's rhythm. Just look at Rean's experience. If the old guy wanted to say something, he would have said it long ago. If you force him to ask, he will just be played around by the other party again.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Li En's non-cooperation made the other party laugh even happier.

Could it be that not asking further questions is also a trap set by the other party?

"Tsk, old naughty boy." Li En made a direct personal attack.

"disappointed?"

Li En was silent for a moment, but shook his head.

Even if they were just some fragments of memory, he saw that Sur's life was too brilliant. If he changed his view just because of these external manifestations, he would be too superficial.

He, Sur Daon, is a true immortal hero.

And now, for Li En, being able to eat the roasted lamb with cumin and chili in his memory has made him very satisfied.

"You little bastard, if you want to eat it, go grill it yourself. Don't steal what I grilled!"

"Oh, you have good skills, did you practice?"

Even if his identity as a time traveler was seen through, Li En thought it was normal.

After calming down, he didn't feel that he could hide the heroic spirit floating above his soul.

He was observing, observing what the other party thought of him. He was a little worried about the other party's regional discrimination.

Although it is subtle, it is normal to have a little more hostility towards "aliens", especially for the Paladin who is the guardian.

"Haha, Li Ensu, you are really interesting. Don't worry, I will not be hostile to time travelers. You will know in the future that this is not a big deal at all. There are too many messy things in this world. One more or one less time traveler will not make any difference." And all of this was obviously seen through by the other party.

But this sentence seems to contain too much information.

Rean also smiled, and his mentality relaxed. This noble paladin in his memory disdained to lie.

He became a little nervous again. There were things like time travelers everywhere? And what about something even more outrageous?

In the vast wilderness, the barbecue grill brought a little warmth, and Rean calmly enjoyed the midnight snack that probably wouldn't fill him up.

The two chatted casually, and perhaps because of the resonance of their souls, they were unexpectedly in tune with each other.

But even the longest dinner will end.
"It's almost time, come on." The dinner is over and it's time to work.

When the greasy middle-aged man dusted off his hands, the only one who stood up was a knight as strong as a steel wall.

It is an impenetrable wall, an indestructible sword of law.

He drew out an ancient two-handed sword. In Rean's eyes, it was simply a giant door panel.

Now that I've been invited, there's no reason to refuse.

Rean took a deep breath, and facing the opponent who was too tall, he held the silver-white brave sword in his hand and raised it gently to fight.

Keep your eyes focused and be prepared.

"Do you need a countdown?" The other party seemed quite relaxed.

“No, SIR!!!”

The flying head spun in the sky, and after a while, the silver light could be seen.

At a distance of seven meters, the sword light ended in just a moment.

His last memory was the hand sheathing the sword and the undisguised evil smile of the man with the slag beard.

"Me, me." After dozens of seconds, the "resurrected" Rean regained his sanity.

"Relax, you're still alive. How does it feel to die once?"

In the same position, in the same confrontation posture, the two seemed to have not started fighting yet. But Rean could feel the coldness on his neck. He had indeed been beheaded, and his head had flown far away.

He looked at the mean middle-aged man not far away, seemingly not caring at all.

No, the sword was raised again.

"Wait."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it after dying a few times."

When Rean heard this, he was face down, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he had no feeling below his waist. Facts have proved that being cut in two is indeed slower than dying by beheading, and it can only be seen for a few seconds.

"Click."

The bronze gears roared, and the dream was reset again, still in the same position.

"Wait a minute! Let me adjust." Even if it is a legacy training, at least some preparation is required.

This time, Soul did not rush to swing his sword. He waited patiently for Rean to recover.

Rean racked his brains, thinking about how to respond. "Is it done? It doesn't make any difference anyway. I'm not in a hurry." Soul asked slowly.

At this moment, Rean was certain that this gentleman might really be called a hero, but his personality was definitely not a good one. The impression of the stern standard paladin created by the memory fragments had collapsed.

In his middle age, he might be a Templar Knight with old-fashioned character, but the old knight who is now at the end of his life is just an old naughty boy with a bad temper!
"Alright. Damn! Another sneak attack!"

This time, there was no sight of the knife, but the heart had already been pierced.

"Aren't you a Heroic Soul?! And a top Paladin at that? Can you show some martial virtue?"

"Opponents on the battlefield don't abide by martial ethics. The more noble the paladin, the more he needs to know about those despicable tactics."

This old comrade really has no martial ethics at all!

"Click." Time reset again.

"Huh, come again." Li En took a deep breath, activated Dragon Eye, and stared at Sur intently.

This time, you must capture the opponent's movements.

"Bang." Then he died.

"Did you see that?" Under the mask, there was still an undisguised happy smirk, not at all like a fair paladin.

".No." Rean touched his head. It was still there this time. He was directly killed by the door panel sword.

"Then come a few more times." Yinghun was not in a hurry. He seemed to have plenty of time.

"Yeah." This should be the principle of practicing in dreams, accumulating practical experience through false deaths like in actual combat.

So he died again and again.

Being cut in half, beheaded, beaten to death, and pierced through the heart were just the beginning.

Then, he cut the fish into two, two into four, the fish bloomed in the middle, and instantly made sashimi. The various horizontal and vertical cutting techniques showed the chef's excellent knife skills.

Combat? Grasping? What? Does this situation have anything to do with combat?
Isn't it all over in a flash of a knife? In most cases, Rean didn't even see the flash of the knife before it was gone.

".Wait, this isn't right. Practicing like this won't be effective."

Rean finally noticed that the huge gap between basic attributes and skills made such practice basically meaningless.

"At least, you are used to death and then what you want."

As he spoke, the knight in silver armor threw over a bag of equipment.

It was a black knight's glove, a pair of silver-white riding boots, and a bright silver bracelet.

"Speed ​​boots and giant strength gloves are the standard equipment for noob warriors and knights. The bracelet has a standard holy power spell that is cast once a day. Oh, here, it is unlimited."

The old knight seemed to have finally thought of his duty as a mentor, and even taught Rean how to use it, activating the holy power before putting on the gloves to avoid being cursed and deformed all of a sudden.

He also reminded Rean to get some scrolls and holy objects that could "remove weaker curses" after he went out. Once contaminated with these cursed items, in many cases they could not be removed directly.

Rean took a deep breath and, as instructed by his instructor, put on the bracelet, gloves, and acceleration boots.

He felt full of strength, now able to fight any powerful enemy. He was about to experience the peak state he had imagined.
"Puff." With a chuckle, the three props turned into dust, and there was only a handful of ash in Rean's hand.

Along with the laughter came the man's whisper.

"This is a dream. This is my creation. You need to make your own."

Li En was silent for a moment. This old guy was really going too far.

But taking a deep breath, he recalled the previous touches, and they reappeared one by one.

Sur was right, this was Rean's dream, he could create everything he knew by himself. And Sur had already provided a sample.

Dozens of seconds later, the equipment appeared in his hand again, and Rean put it on silently.

The holy light shone on him, the gloves brought him tremendous strength, the boots brought him speed and explosive power, and the holy power brought him a leap in all aspects.

At this moment, he finally possessed the combat power of a standard paladin.

He looked at the Heroic Soul Knight who had been waiting for a long time, and a reality had already been vaguely confirmed.

"You, you still say you don't discriminate against time travelers? You must really hate me."

"I don't discriminate against time travelers, but I really don't like you."

"Is it a compatibility issue?"

"No, I just simply don't like Lee Eun-su."

Well, isn't this discrimination?! I don't discriminate against orcs, but your orc buddy, please don't come into my house!
A clearly discriminatory knight of race, or a just and righteous sworn knight? Li En felt like his nose was about to be crooked with anger, and he was about to laugh.

"As for the reason why I hate you, you will know it sooner or later. No, you should know it very soon." The knight still smiled, but his eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

Rean raised his sword, and this time, he wanted to vent his anger on it.

"Boom!"

A flash of silver light, and everything returned to zero.

Is there a difference? Probably, possibly, probably.
Beheading, strangling, splitting, Rean continued to enjoy the pain of killing in one second.

"Wait, let me take a break." Finally, when he was exhausted, he took the initiative to call for a stop.

He thought about it and decided that he was not really afraid of death, but he would continue to practice like this.
"Will this kind of training really be effective? Although in many novels and stories, people can greatly improve themselves through actual death combat."

But if I keep dying along the way, will I really improve?
"How can it possibly be effective? Read less nonsense novels. Strength is acquired through continuous practice. What can you learn in one night?"

Although it was a legitimate argument, Rean was completely confused at this moment.

So, why did I die for one night? Is it meaningful?
"Yes, I feel good." The old knight was terrible.

"And you said you don't discriminate against time travelers!!"

"No, I just hate Lee Eun-su."

The knight's identical words and smirk completely drained Rean's confidence.

At this time, he no longer had the strength of a heroic spirit, but instead looked more like an ordinary person.

He lay down, swayed, and didn't want to move.

"Okay, then it's almost time to start the Heroic Spirit Guidance tonight."

Wait, what does that mean.

What? It's just starting now? Was the whole process just for you to kill for fun?

Where's your conscience? Where's your conscience as the most impartial Grand Knight of Judgement?!
Li En's mouth twitched with anger. He had never seen such a bad personality.

“No, you’ve seen it.”

As he spoke, the legendary knight, the foolish justice, took off his "bat" mask.

That weather-beaten face, although it was the first time I saw it, felt very familiar, very familiar.

But before he could remember, the dream suddenly overturned, and he continued to fall, sinking into a deeper dream.

In that dream, there were very familiar scenes and words.

This is a piece of history, a past.

He was alone in the small bathroom, muttering to himself in front of the mirror.

The old knight's temples were gray, his face was covered with scars, and half of his gray wolf ear was missing.

However, this paladin who seemed to have experienced hundreds of battles now seemed very uneasy and even neurotic.

The dizzying perspective gradually stabilized, and Rean's spirit merged with it, and he could hear the whispers from "his" own mouth.

"I'm Sur Daong, and I'm also the time traveler Li Ensu?!"

The face in the mirror is certainly familiar. Isn't this the elderly werewolf version of Lee Eun-suk himself?!
Hello, time traveler Li Ensu, what a coincidence, my name is also time traveler Li Ensu.

"I am Li Ensu, and also the rebellious knight Sur Daon who broke his oath." The old knight in the mirror was still muttering to himself.

(End of this chapter)