Comprehensive Network: The Chosen One Who Started from Speed-farming and Destroying Ashes

Chapter 94 This is—a Paladin? (Third update! 15 bonus chapters for monthly votes)

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield

Is this—a sacred storm?
Ian Perra struggled to match the bloody, brutal, and horrific images with the divine storm raging in his mind.

He found it hard to convince himself that this was a sacred storm.

But after peeling away that scarlet appearance...

Ian Perra did indeed see the patterns he was familiar with.

No paladin could fail to recognize Holy Storm...

He swung his warhammer and smashed the kobold in front of him to death.

The divine power ignited, constantly scorching the surrounding kobolds and providing a faint yet warm protection to his teammates.

The words of advice given by the mentor of that foreign holy knight elder brother involuntarily came to mind.

Now it seems:

The other party's attitude on this matter could even be described as enlightened...

"Commander, why don't you get one too?"

The rogue, who belonged to the warband, said this in the team chat.

After the war officially began, the pressure on Ian Perra actually lessened considerably.

After all, he can only make strategic adjustments and arrangements.

In real combat, it's impossible to be like a raid leader in a video game, passionately demanding target switching or dispel attacks via voice chat...

At least for now, he does not possess such combat skills.

"Then you'll fight the dragon?"

"That'll have to wait until I've mastered lock picking..."

It was at this moment, perhaps because the kobolds' attention was drawn to the scarlet figure, that things changed.

The pressure of the battle has indeed decreased considerably.

The female mage, quite curious, took a moment to ask:
"Does master lockpicking increase tankiness?"

"A lock on the heart is also a lock..."

The female mage frowned, feeling as if she had been stuffed with a piece of greasy meat.

My throat, which had been a little sore from the bloody scene, was unexpectedly soothed a bit...

She has gradually become somewhat accustomed to the vagrant's stale and cheesy rhetoric.

Just like the role of the Rogue in raids:

After all, you can't really expect a wanderer to stab a leader with a short sword.

But without him, the team's operations would inevitably become somewhat rigid...

At this moment, the center of the entire battlefield has shifted out of control.

On a blood-red carpet that had been trampled and turned black:

The kobolds faced their cold, inevitable fate one after another...

until:

A deafening roar echoed from the mine behind the kobold tribe!

After its minions were slaughtered, this overlord of the wilderness could no longer restrain itself!

Accompanied by a series of terrifyingly loud noises:
A colossal beast, as large as a small mountain, burst out of the mine!

Its size is somewhere between a giant crocodile and a legendary dragon, but it seems to have little to do with the legendary dragon.

It's more like a terrifying creature, full of twisted vitality, suited to crawling in the mud!

Its head is huge and flat, and its snout is broad.

The skin was a sickly grayish-green, covered with uneven lumps and festering wounds oozing yellowish-brown pus.

Its back is covered with a thick, rusty armor plate, unlike the broad wingspan stereotyped for dragons.

What concerns many online gamers even more is:

Below its lower jaw is an enormous, translucent throat pouch, resembling a mutated frog's sac, covered with dark green blood vessels.

Level 5 Rift Boss:
Corroded throat pouch - Sarastrella!

"Gurgle..." It sounded like some viscous liquid was surging and boiling in the void!
This imperfect hybrid of ugliness and ferocity, the dragon, immediately locked onto Yi Qingfeng at the center of the battlefield!

Within those layers of twisted, folded skull:
A pair of murky, yellowish-green vertical pupils flashed with ferocious and malevolent malice!

"look here!"

With a loud shout, a shield spun like a flywheel and smashed into the dragon leader!

It's Ian Pera, who is also a paladin!
The scorching and warning of the divine power thoroughly enraged this dragon species, which was even more inclined towards the beast!

It turned its head to look at the tiny creature that dared to offend it.

Then, seemingly with extraordinary effort, it opened its twisted and swollen mouth:

"Boom—!"

After an incredibly brief period of oppression:

It was like a giant sac filled with viscous liquid being instantly crushed, and a torrent of acid rushed towards Ian Perra like a dam breaking!
The kobolds that came into contact with the acid howled as they were corroded and dissolved!
It was at this time that Ian Pera demonstrated the gravitas and fortitude befitting a paladin who poured all his resources into the defensive side.

He braved the dangerous acid that resembled a waterfall and continued his attack on the dragon leader!

Until that sacred emblem shone ten times above the head of the dragon chieftain.

"Network Team Information: Your team has flagged an attack signal (Burning Throat - Sarastrella)!"

Arrows and spells poured in from all directions toward the dragon chieftain!

Meanwhile, the ordinary soldiers had already withdrawn from the camp area.

On the hillside, two crossbow carts were overturned for concealment and camouflage.

The soldiers worked together to turn around, ensuring they could hit the dragon.

The town mayor and the garrison commander are both guarding this place.

They certainly wouldn't place all their hopes on a team from out of town.

However, this only happened after the players on the cross-network had already demonstrated their strength.

They are also willing to try it.

After all, who would want a powerful sub-dragon to be lurking in their area?

It was during this chaotic time that:
A raging boar charged towards the dragon leader from the battlefield, which resembled a bloody hell!
After increasing the distance:

The mane, faintly shimmering with a golden hue, resembled a bolt of lightning that exuded a sacred aura!
At this moment, however, a figure exuding a strong abyssal aura was riding on its back.

The bat wings, trembling slightly in the raging air currents, revealed the source of its power...

The mayor rubbed his eyes.

Having lived through enough long years, he couldn't help but feel a little confused at this moment.

He turned to look at the garrison officer beside him:
"They say he's a—paladin?"

The garrison commander nodded slowly, perhaps with some difficulty.

After a moment's thought, he said with slight hesitation:

"Perhaps, even the abyss needs redemption?"

At this moment, Steelmane's charge undoubtedly attracted Yalong's attention.

Even though it is besieged on all sides right now.

But it is not a mindless beast.

Or to put it another way:

As you're chasing a fly that's bothering you, you see a dog charging menacingly at you.

Making a choice doesn't require much intellectual judgment...

Sarastrella turned her head.

Its priority should be to deal with this more substantial threat.

But perhaps years of easy hunting have dulled its sense of real combat.

When it realized that it needed to deal with the rider riding the pig:

A tiny figure, intertwined with darkness and crimson, magnified continuously in the murky, yellowish-green vertical pupils!

The Holy Slash!
The surge of pure will allowed Sarastrella to hear a roar that did not exist in the material world!

(End of this chapter)