Chapter 199: Luka's Dungeon Trip

Whoosh! A flying warhammer accurately smashed toward Siwen's head. His eyes turned cold, and a layer of blood-colored Battle Qi suddenly surged around him, forcibly bouncing the warhammer away.

"Shorty?" Siwen turned slowly, looking at the seven dwarf warriors who had emerged from the bushes.

He frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of surprise: "Seven little dwarves... warriors?"

The dwarf leader grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth: "Yo, big guy, bullying little girls isn't a good habit!"

Siwen sneered, his voice low and dangerous: "Since you're looking for death, then I'll take care of you all together."

Before he finished speaking, his blood-colored Battle Qi surged, and as the battle axe waved, it brought up a fishy wind. The dwarves were fearless, and seven warhammers whistled over, colliding with the battle axe with a harsh sound of gold and iron.

Siwen was wrapped in blood-colored Battle Qi, and the double-edged battle axe in his hand could be said to kill if it touched and wound if it grazed.

But these damned dwarves looked sturdy, yet their movements were incredibly flexible; Siwen didn't manage to attack the enemy even once, but instead took several heavy hits himself.

"Our turn!" The dwarves quickly reorganized their formation, two focusing on the lower three paths ("Eat my Knee-Shattering Hammer!"), three jumping onto tree trunks to borrow force for flying kicks ("Dwarf Airdrop Kick!"), and the remaining two taking the opportunity to pick up their hammers and smash his toes.

Siwen's eyes were cold, the battle axe swept across to force the dwarves back, but his back was hit by the dwarf leader's hammer again, and the blood-colored Battle Qi fluctuated. He groaned, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth: "Damn shorties!"

Siwen stopped talking nonsense, the battle axe waving like the wind, but the dwarves were incredibly flexible, and the seven cooperated seamlessly. In the end, Siwen was hit in the shoulder by a hammer, and the battle axe flew out of his hand.

Looking at the seven dwarf warriors who cooperated tacitly, and Baixue and the others blocked behind them, Siwen knew that he couldn't kill Baixue today.

He swept a cold glance at everyone, his tone still calm: "I'll remember this debt."

After speaking, he turned and disappeared into the bushes; although his pace was still steady, his back revealed a hint of wretchedness.

When Siwen returned to the ruins of the military camp, the space portal had long since disappeared.

He stood blankly in place with an expressionless face, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again, and finally kicked a piece of rotten wood in anger, only to be choked half to death by the flying dust.

And at this moment in the depths of the forest, the seven dwarves were sitting around a campfire, boasting to the three who were still shaken: "We are the 'Lucky Seven'! We specialize in beating up big guys—especially those who keep a straight face and pretend to be cool!"

Ailisi leaned on Baixue's shoulder and smiled weakly: "Thank you... but, how come you are here?"

The dwarf leader scratched his head: "Uh... this isn't far from our ore mine, and we just happened to hear the sound of fighting—no, it was the call of justice!"

Heard the sound of fighting?

Ailisi turned to look at the golden 【Child of Destiny】 Entry on top of the Princess's head, knowing that she had been saved by her own big BOSS again.

And Baixue touched her head in a daze.

The big escape just now—was her hair messy?

Luka kept charging with his eyes closed, but when he stopped, the surroundings were still the ruins where he and Aurelian had fought.

Only this time, there was no one else around, only his own translucent body panting heavily.

Luka had charged in countless directions, and whether it was brick walls or human bodies, nothing could hinder his figure.

In theory, he should have run very far away long ago, and it was even possible to pass through the city wall and run out of the city, but every time he opened his eyes, he was still in those ruins.

Luka's mentality had collapsed; he knew he hadn't escaped the palm of that expert.

And the time for him to maintain the ethereal state was almost up; as soon as he exited the ethereal state, without a handy weapon, he wouldn't even have a chance to struggle.

Taking a deep breath, Luka decided to give it one last try; if he still couldn't escape successfully, then he could only admit his bad luck, lose a life, and be knocked out.

"Wait! There... what the hell is that?"

"I... I... don't know, a g... ghost?"

In the ruins scene that was exactly the same every time he opened his eyes, there was actually an extra low archway.

The archway was built of heavy stones, covered with moss, and crisscrossed with cracks. Two iron fences served as doors, and dead vines were wrapped around the rusty iron bars.

On the archway, a crow with shiny black feathers was elegantly grooming its feathers!

Behind the archway, a narrow staircase extended downward, disappearing into endless darkness. The damp smell of mold mixed with the smell of rust and decay, making one's hair stand on end.

And the voices that had just been talking came from the two soldiers on both sides of the archway. At this moment, they had their mouths wide open, staring blankly at Luka's translucent body, the spears in their hands almost unable to be held steady, and a pair of legs shaking like chaff.

"G... ghost!" one of the soldiers finally squeezed out a scream, the sound echoing in the ruins. The other soldier sat directly on the ground, his face pale, muttering: "Don't come over... don't come over..."

Luka swept a cold glance at them, his translucent body looking particularly strange in the dim light.

What kind of place is this?

Why can he suddenly see a different scene?

Luka's brain was a mess, but since a change had occurred, it was better than those unchanging ruins.

Gamble!

Whether it's a chance to escape or that expert's bad taste, it's better than being kicked out directly.

He ignored the two soldiers' fear, gritted his teeth, and Luka walked straight through the iron fence, disappearing into the darkness behind the archway.

The dungeon at night was dead silent, most of the prisoners curled up in the corners, sleeping soundly, with only the occasional snoring and dream-talking echoing between the stone walls. Two jailers leaned against the wooden chairs by the wall, nodding off, the wine bottles in their hands tilted at their feet, the wine slowly seeping into the stone cracks.

Luka's translucent body passed through like a ghost, his footsteps silent, but bringing a burst of cool air. He passed cell after cell, the prisoners behind the iron bars unaware, only a mouse poked its head out from the grass pile, sniffed the air, and quickly drilled back in.

The darkness in the depths of the dungeon seemed to be beckoning to him, Luka's gaze cold and firm, continuing forward until he disappeared into the shadows.

"Huh! How could there be such a thing here?"

This should be the dungeon's torture room, cold and damp, the walls covered with rusty torture instruments, and the air filled with the smell of blood and mold.

The most eye-catching thing was a large pot in the center.

The pot body was heavy, covered with concave and convex patterns, like ancient runes. The pot was filled with cooled dark green medicinal soup, grease condensed on the surface, emitting a bitter smell. Floating in the soup were unknown herbs and residues suspected to be animal bones, strange and mysterious. ===== CHAPTER 200 =====