Goblin Dependency Chapter 945 - 472: Oath Flame Helmsman

"Buzzing..."

The scorching heat wave surged and rolled around, the suddenly soaring temperature making the air vaguely blur with white mist.

The fiery red waves of long hair swayed violently with the surging heat wave, like satin, reflecting the shining flas that surrounded her, the reddish-brown eyes seemingly ignited by the flas.

"Sword of Vengeance"—Lorin.

This was her pride, the na of the team she poured countless efforts into; also a nickna passed among other adventurers during her many years of venturing in the Southern Islands, wielding a scimitar in one hand and flas in the other; and also a true reflection of her personal determination and pursuit.

At present, when the team encounters a terrifying demon, a strong and dangerous creature.

As the leader of the entire team, the highest Professional Level individual, how could she stand by idly?

She may not excel in the Perception Attribute, but her incredibly determined will, alongside the ever-burning fla of vengeance instilled by her profession, allowed her to swiftly break free from ntal control in under five seconds, becoming the third person in the team to recover consciousness, after Xia Nan and Hai Yin.

Flas were burning.

Unlike other adventurers who worked as basic professions such as [Warrior], [Ranger], [Martial Monk], rising directly from lv1 to Extraordinary Boundary at lv10.

Lorin’s professional path choice resembled Xia Nan’s.

—lv5 [Scimitar Master] lv2 [Oath Fla Helmsman].

Two relatively niche professions combined to form her total Professional Level of lv7.

[Scimitar Master], as the na implies, is a profession that primarily uses the "scimitar" as a weapon.

To so extent, if counted by the number of people in this profession, it isn’t exactly rare, only deed outside popular basic professions due to its lv5 level limit.

The origins of the [Scimitar Master] are so ancient they are unknown, so say it ca from travelers in the endless desert in the northwest, others say it originated from port cities along the continent’s vast coastline.

But with the extension of trade routes and the flow of adventurers, this profession, birthed from horseback and dense alleyways, has spread throughout the Aifala Continent.

As a fundantal career for professionals, [Scimitar Master] lacks exaggerated special powers and unlike [Fallen Blade Hunting], no distinct features.

Being a branch of the [Warrior] profession, [Scimitar Master] places more emphasis on the agility of the professional, excelling in combat within crowded environnts, or on mounts and vehicles, providing corresponding agility bonuses and proficiency in scimitar-type weapons.

As an advanced profession, [Oath Fla Helmsman] is undoubtedly much more niche than its predecessor, and even has mandatory conditions to be completed for employnt.

The core elents are [Revenge], [Fla], and [Leader].

Only those leaders who have lost everything and refuse to sink into oblivion, making a blood oath amid endless resentnt and fiery hatred, have the potential to walk this path paved with vengeance and flas, ultimately finding solace in the wails of their burned foes’ souls.

Now, facing the brutal beast ravaging the field, the flas born of hatred have entirely ignited this captain’s heart.

Swish—

Crimson flas burst forth suddenly!

The exaggerated physical constitution of a Level 7 lee professional, the explosive force at that mont, made Lorin move so quickly, she almost left behind a fiery silhouette on the spot.

Yet her entire being had already transford into a fast-extending crimson thin line, shooting towards the Shark Beast with the sound of bursting flas.

Annoyed by Xia Nan’s entanglent, the humanoid shark who was vigorously pursuing its opponent suddenly felt a burst of scorching pain on its back.

Before it could turn around, the scimitar of blue-grade quality, forged by Dragon Breath Fla, known as [Scale Fire Saber], was already sweeping past its body with blazing fla.

The curved blade, which initially only stirred sparks in the surrounding air, was now wholly ignited with orange-red flas, making its surface’s wavy and golden-red intricate patterns even more dazzling, continuously transmitting heat to its wielder.

No blood ca out.

Those sticky, foul-slling liquids didn’t even have ti to flow out from the sliced skin tissue before they were evaporated by the scorching temperature on the blade’s surface, sizzling into pungent smoke.

Amid the flickering fire, the enormous creature, nearly four ters tall, had a sinister wound left on its chest, charred black inside.

Even the exaggerated healing ability, unique to demons due to their robust physique, was suppressed under the burning effect of the [Scale Fire Saber], making the wound hard to heal quickly.

"Roar!!!"

The scalding pain intensified by the scimitar made the Shark Beast feel a trendous fury, it roared madly.

Ignoring the wandering harassnt behind, with the pesky Black Wolf taking the chance to leave another grueso wound on its back, it clenched a fist and swung it at the woman in front of it.

Boom—

Under the powerful punch wrapped in terrifying force, even the normally invisible air seed to be punched out, crushed within the suspension.

Despite not taking a defensive developnt path, even as a formidable Level 7 professional, being hit in a critical part with such a punch could lead to instant death.

However, Lorin wasn’t the least bit flustered.

On her face, illuminated intermittently by flas, there was only the calmness and composure brought by rich battle experience and confidence in her strength.

Faced with the gigantic iron fist falling obliquely from overhead, she remained unruffled; the flaming scimitar, which had just left a deep scar on the enemy, was smoothly raised in front of her with a flipping of her wrist.