Chapter 121: Really Dead?

Ugh!

The harsh horn blared within this Dungeon that drifts beyond the world, making Mu Yi feel a familiar sensation as if returning home.

Battle of Aerithera

Dungeon scene scale: Small

Dungeon participant count: 10 players

Recommended level: 6–9

Battle introduction

It is a fragment lingering from the river of time, from an unknown world, a corner of the future or the past, hinting at an unpredictable destiny.

Driven by Order and Chaos, all players who enter will be divided into two factions.

When a player is killed, they revive at their own camp after a time based on their creature level; when either side's camp leader is slain, the battle automatically proceeds to the settlement phase.

As a warrior of Order, you have been summoned here to sweep away Chaos with the power of Order.

PS: Team matchmaking will automatically assign you to a faction; the maximum team size for this battle is 5.

Simple and blunt Dungeon information; compared with the grandeur of large Dungeons, this seems more suitable for apprentices to showcase their skills.

"Family! Let me introduce you!" Gui Naifen enthusiastically introduced the squad members.

Mu Yi also got a preliminary grasp of the team composition: an assassin, a mage, a bard, plus the versatile Gui Naifen, making for a decent lineup.

"Mr. Mu Yi, though it may be forward, may we know your class and general role? It will help us in the upcoming Dungeon combat."

"Gui Naifen has mentioned some things about you, but regarding this, we still need your confirmation!" Mage Ge Lin abruptly asked.

The other three helplessly covered their faces; who asks such questions right away, it's not an interview.

"Ge Lin, you're doing those boring calculations again!" Suo Fei Ya·Ai Lin retorted at the mage's behavior.

"I really don't get your attempt to pre‑play every possibility..." Gui Naifen scratched her head and said to Mu Yi.

"Mu Yi, don't overthink; he's just quirky. You know mages are all odd fellows."

"You can consider me a Level 9 heavy‑armor warrior!" Mu Yi waved his hand, indicating he didn't mind; knowing oneself and the enemy is the foundation of victory.

"Level 9, heavy‑armor warrior... which aspect do you favor?"

Ge Lin produced a rather thick notebook from somewhere and began recording, using a feather‑like pen.

Seeing Ge Lin, who resembled Princess Liliana Brenda, Mu Yi couldn't help but remark that the desire to explore and dissect everything is probably a mage's common flaw.

"Focused on combat breakthroughs!"

Upon hearing that, Ge Lin's eyes lit up; in his calculations, Mu Yi's role raises their team's odds by 7 percentage points.

"Looks like you know something about this Dungeon?" Mu Yi, surprised, looked at the dense scribbles and icons on Ge Lin's notebook.

"Before you arrived, we had already gathered the general information about this Dungeon," Ge Lin closed the notebook and produced a parchment map.

"Now that everyone is here, let's discuss the tactical arrangement."

"Much like most PvP Dungeons, our task is to defeat the opposing players and their leader while protecting our own camp leader."

"However, I must note: this battle Dungeon also contains neutral units; completing their quests grants their aid, maximizing our chance of victory."

"Both faction leaders are Level 10 boss units; based on our average level, the spawned soldiers will have creature level Level 9."

"The leaders won't leave the camp, but each side's soldiers will spawn a wave toward the battlefield every ten minutes!"

Ge Lin briefly described the Dungeon situation, and Mu Yi pondered.

"So, our optimal solution now is to go out together and complete those quests?" Gui Naifen raised her hand to ask.

"Yes, but the enemy side will likely do the same, turning this into a contest of efficiency. I plan to split into three routes!" Wisdom shone in Ge Lin's eyes.

A flash of insight flickered; he will surely rely on his wisdom to fill the team's gaps and lead them to victory.

"The witch, the mage, and the alchemist are our primary targets; their assistance will lay the foundation for victory."

"Hold on!" Mu Yi pinched his chin; efficiency-wise, Ge Lin's calculations are fine, but he has another question.

"What if the opponent groups up and charges straight ahead?" Mu Yi tapped the map.

"That's why I chose the witch, mage, and alchemist as primary targets rather than a few other more effective units," Ge Lin smiled faintly, gesturing on the map.

"Hmm, I see!" Mu Yi suddenly understood; the three targets sit on opposite sides of the battlefield, at a moderate distance from the midline, making support or using our own troops' retreat the best option.

It not only prevents weak troops from being singled out and killed, but also counters the enemy's brainless advance, truly an effective tactical arrangement.

"The Dungeon will open in half an hour; Suo Fei Ya is the fastest. You go to the farthest witch for the quest, Ge Ni Wei Er and A Ka Bei Duo head to the nearest alchemist, and I'll negotiate with the mage!"

Ge Lin quickly finalized the tactical arrangement; Mu Yi was stunned, as if he hadn't heard his own name.

"You join the main force to the front battlefield to assess the enemy. If any anomaly appears, send a message immediately; we'll fall back at once. If none, then you'll support according to the mission difficulty!"

Mu Yi nodded; the arrangement was realistic and thorough, covering almost every aspect. He wished he could recruit such a follower, so he wouldn't have to think for each Dungeon.

…

Chaos faction

The Undead Mage Bi Luo Si-Ai Bu Jia, clad in a black robe, stared coldly at the map; though he works with undead daily, his mind remains unfixed.

Behind him, four Zongwang Players of the Chaos faction remained silent, communicating with glances; unlike the harmony of the Order faction, each Chaos member harbored hidden motives.

Nevertheless, the strong prevail; this is an unchanging truth among the Chaos faction.

Bi Luo Si-Ai Bu Jia paid no mind to his teammates' subtle moves behind him.

They are ferocious wolves, and he is the alpha.

They eye his position greedily, seeking advanced nourishment from him.

He exploits their greed, driving them to serve him.

These teammates are merely profit‑driven jackals; as long as they help him complete his mission, that's enough.

He trusts no one but the undead in his own grasp.

Only those who embrace cold death are worthy servants; Bi Luo Si-Ai Bu Jia's not‑yet‑fully‑rotted mind understands this clearly…

He gently brushed the smooth skull atop the white‑bone staff, a relic left by his former close friend, and he once walked the path of the Undead Mage to revive that friend.

But that is all in the past; now he is only interested in eternal death.

JiaBus! AiLiMiEr! BiLuoSi-AiBuJia called softly.

Go to the battlefield and apply a probing suppression…

KaiSiDuo, SaErSa, you go complete the mission!

"Yes!" the four answered in unison; they asked nothing, nor doubted. That's how the Chaos faction is— the strong hold absolute authority.

Even though they have many scheming thoughts, before power they must still keep in ambush and reverence, until the day they surpass each other.

……

The battlefield is cruel; it devours the last drop of flesh and blood from every participant.

Yet it is like an abyssal black hole; no one can escape its gloom.

Every second someone falls, and the scent of blood in the air grows ever stronger each second.

Although it is merely a microcosm of the true battlefield, a tip of the war's iceberg, the fighting before Mu Yi remains fierce.

The Order and Chaos factions spawn soldiers of various forms, and the Order's troops continuously clash with the Chaos's.

In terms of individual combat power, the two sides seem no different; the front line stays at the battlefield's center, hardly moving a step.

Just as Mu Yi contemplated whether to try a ranged attack to break the stalemate, two figures dressed in styles completely different from the faction soldiers appeared.

Ah! Blood! How delicious!

The vampire, dressed like aristocratic evening wear and pale‑faced, took a deep breath, satisfied by the battlefield's scent of blood.

"Then, would you like to taste my blood?" the seductive Zhuoer Elf beside him flicked his tongue, lightly licking his rosy lips, asking playfully.

"If you're still a hatchling, I'm somewhat interested, but now? I'm not interested in trash like you; I'm afraid I'd soil my mouth!" the vampire sneered mockingly.

"Hehehe!" the seductive Zhuoer Elf laughed indifferently.

In the next instant, a whip cracked hard at the spot where the vampire stood, and the vampire, having anticipated it, left the place.

If evil players do not form a strict and cruel hierarchy, the daily interactions among team members often look like this.

Evil‑aligned players find it hard to form long‑term fixed teams, because everyone knows each other's bottom line: none at all.

In front of the Undead Mage they remain relatively stable, but once out of the Undead Mage's sight, their relations become as incompatible as water and fire.

"I'm going to enjoy my dinner!"

With a sneer, the winged vampire rose into the air, heading straight for the battlefield's center.

"The blood is dripping slowly, what a wonderful sound!"

The vampire seized an Order elf soldier, sharp fangs emerging, his expression tinged with greed and yearning, plunging deep into the elf's neck artery; blood surged in large streams into his mouth, a hint of satisfied intoxication crossing his face.

Even though the soldier was spawned by the Dungeon, it was no different from a real elf; lacking the emotion the vampire most loves, it was still tasty and intoxicating.

On the other side, the Zhuoer Elf swung a long whip into the battle; though water and fire cannot coexist, the task assigned by the Undead Mage must be completed—she does not want to offend the other side, especially since they share the same world.

When a human soldier was inadvertently struck by the whip, his body instantly began aging at a visible speed.

The Zhuoer Elf's long whip usually carries various vile curses; draining life is among the most poisonous.

"Strange… is this the only level?" Mu Yi mused.

Why do these two seem so much weaker than the demons in the previous Dungeon? Is it a trap or something else?

Glancing at the silent message bar, Mu Yi decided to make a probing move.

"Hmm?" the vampire lifted his blood‑lust‑filled head, sensing a strong threat.

Before he could set down his prey, an arrow pierced his arm; the holy power on the wound made him feel a sting, and he instinctively discarded the prey.

"Holy Warrior?" the familiar holy power instantly reminded the vampire of those annoying foes.

"Not a Holy Warrior? What is this…"

Yet the moment he saw Mu Yi's silhouette, he seemed to see a Dragon.

Secondary Dragon Might successfully caused a deterrent effect!

Mu Yi hadn't expected that his first battle wearing Dragon Scale armor would actually produce a deterrent effect.

Seeing the stunned enemy, Mu Yi activated Time Acceleration, leaping the ten‑plus meters as if teleporting, raising his arrayed blade to strike down!

Creek…

It was the sound of bones shattering, a death‑rattle mixed with rupturing muscle and vessels!

At the final moment before being cleaved, the vampire, driven by excruciating pain, regained his senses and instantly transformed into a swarm of tiny Bat Demons that scattered.

"Hmm?" Mu Yi furrowed his brow, he hadn't killed it?

With a thought, the blazing fire spread in all directions; when the tiny Bat Demons reconvened, the raging flames completely ignited the vampire.

"Ah!" the scorching pain made the vampire howl.

The other Zhuoer Elf stared in astonishment at the vampire, not understanding his actions, and when she saw the vampire turned into a torch, her pupils contracted to the extreme.

Before she could react, in the next instant a brutish, unreasonable figure charged at her.

The impact of the Secondary Dragon Might only dazed her for a moment before she recovered,

"Strong body, extraordinary speed… Ah, truly a perfect offering to the great mother."

The Zhuoer Elf smiled seductively, swinging her long whip; a jet‑black curse shot instantly toward Mu Yi, disappearing into his body in an instant.

But in the next heartbeat, Mu Yi, without pause, made her complexion change instantly.

"Rend!!"

The flashing blade fell within the Zhuoer Elf's incredulous gaze; as it flew,

Meanwhile, on the other side, holy radiance exploded over the vampire, taking away its last breath.

Holy power deals greater damage to evil beings.

The holy seal had not yet manifested when the vampire was already reduced to ash.

"Really dead?"

Mu Yi watched as the two figures turned into light and dissipated, looking somewhat puzzled at the surrounding chaotic troops.

How come it feels like those two are about on par with the elite troops of each wave?