Chapter 120: Viscount Squad (Part 2)

"You two, go in and scout the path."

Outside the cave, the Viscount pointed at the deep passage, his words making Hak feel as if he were falling into an ice pit.

Along the way, eliminating the Pujis buried in the ground and flying in the sky, Hak had gained a full understanding of the danger level of this floor.

He, a Level 42 Gold-rank, could absolutely not survive alone on this floor.

Hak couldn't figure out at all how adventurers here usually got by; did they only operate in the first four floors?

Now, the Viscount was asking him and another person to go scout this tunnel that looked highly suspicious?

With this kind of terrain, if a few explosive Pujis appeared, he had no confidence he could run out...

But he had no choice; under the Viscount's piercing gaze, Hak could only steel his nerves and walk in.

The diagonally upward tunnel was pitch black, but fortunately Hak had a Light Spell to illuminate the uneven uphill path beneath their feet for both of them.

If he weren't a mage who knew the Light Spell, the Viscount might have chosen someone else to go in, Hak thought in his mind.

"How long is this path exactly?"

After hearing his companion complain like this for the third time, the two finally arrived at a room.

Finely polished stone walls, eight uniquely shaped support pillars, and the stone altar at the very back with the yellow-covered book on it.

"Is that the Scripture the Viscount mentioned?"

If he took it and handed it to the Viscount, it would surely be a great merit!

Hak thought this, but his body remained motionless.

His companion nearby, who had originally prepared to move forward, after glancing at the immovable Hak, chuckled and also stopped his steps.

Tsk!

It was the type Hak hated—a shrewd fellow.

At times like this, he began to miss the short axe; he always foolishly charged to the front.

Pupu—

During the standoff between the two, four Pujis walked out from behind the stone altar, two with scales and two without.

Pujis again?

Hak scanned the surroundings; there were no other monsters.

If it were just four Pujis...

Hak and his companion exchanged glances.

"I'll provide spell support for you."

This time the companion did not make excuses, nodded; it seemed the danger wasn't great now.

Fourth-rank Magic—Wind Speed!

Second-rank Magic—Wind Blade!

The acceleration effect was amplified onto the charging teammate; Hak also threw out a Wind Blade, intending to take down one Pujis first.

The Wind Blade arrived later but struck first; just as it was about to cut into the Pujis, a black whip flashed past.

As if blades had clashed, a Pujis whipped out its tail, a fungal tentacle edged with a blade, and just intercepted the incoming Wind Blade.

"Huh?"

If the Pujis had dodged it, Hak could accept that, but what the hell was this, whipping the Wind Blade apart directly?

It wasn't over; Hak noticed the two scaleless Pujis on the opposite side suddenly gathering a massive amount of mana...

"Be careful!"

Fortunately, the teammate wasn't a rookie; the sudden mana explosion was dodged by him thanks to the Wind Speed buff, and immediately after, he engaged in close-quarters combat with the scale-armored Pujis.

At this point, anyone who wasn't an idiot could see that these four Pujis were by no means ordinary, at least different from those outside that only knew how to self-destruct.

For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand.

Hak decided to do something ruthless to break the stalemate—ruthless to his teammate!

More mana gathered before the staff; after a considerable charge-up time—

Sixth-rank Magic—Great Storm!

Countless swirling Wind Blades flew forward, ignoring friend and foe to deliver a baptism to the entire field.

"Hak! You damn %&)*&￥…@"

Amidst the teammate's angry cursing, the two scaleless Pujis were shredded by the storm, and even the two scaled melee Pujis were slashed with several cuts.

As for Hak's teammate, unfortunately, he too had become a bloody mess, though he wasn't dead yet.

But with only two low-health Pujis left, a few strikes would...

The triumphant Hak suddenly glanced at the Shi Zhu beside him.

This Shi Zhu had been affected by the Great Storm; some outer rock layers crumbled down, revealing the white body of a Pujis inside.

A chill shot straight to the top of Hak's head!

His eyes quickly scanned the other Shi Zhu; under the cracks where pieces had fallen off, it was all the same color as a Pujis's body!

"Run!"

Hak turned and ran; angry curses came from his teammate behind him, but Hak didn't care; a single warning was the entirety of his moral sense as a teammate.

Whether these Pujis hiding in the Shi Zhu were self-destructing or combat types, obviously neither was something he could deal with; go out and report to the Viscount, let the Viscount decide what to do!

But just as he managed to run out, he saw a ground full of pits and some familiar-looking body fragments, and in the distance, the Viscount my lord fighting amidst a sea of Pujis...

That's right, a sea of Pujis!

Countless glowing Pujis kept firing at the Viscount moving quickly in the distance, while the Viscount constantly turned the fresh blood in her hand into thin lines and shot them out. Hak could roughly guess where that mass of fresh blood came from...

Although the Viscount looked very impressive fighting one against countless at this moment, Hak instantly judged that she couldn't win—there wasn't much fresh blood left in her hand, while the Pujis on the ground were endless.

Even more outrageous, Hak even saw a few Pujis pierced by blood lines, which should have been dead, stand up again after lying there for a while!

What the hell is there to fight!

Hake decisively pulled a scroll from his pocket—Invisibility!

He then cast Wind Speed on himself, and while the Viscount drew almost all the fire, he slipped away!

Though he didn't know what to do in the future, at least saving his own life right now was the truth!

Lin Jun noticed this deserter, but the Pujis were already besieging the vampires, so he was too lazy to split forces to deal with him.

He only spawned some Pujis in the layers behind to block his path upward.

This time, Lin Jun deliberately did not let Seeing Xiao Hei go directly; he wanted to test how it felt to face a Diamond-rank opponent himself.

The result was that he took a small loss right from the start.

Not a single bat Puji knocked down by the Blood Line survived; they all smashed to pieces.

Her ability to control blood was even stronger than Lacus's; this skill capable of precise, large-scale, multi-target attacks was indeed formidable.

Though formidable, it could not be called a hard counter.

After taking a loss, the forces Lin Jun sent out were all ground troops, and they were equipped with 【Mycelium Reconstruction Lv4】.

With a low-trauma skill like the Blood Line, even if a Puji was killed, under the effect of 【Mycelium Reconstruction】, it would climb back up before long.

Plus, the Pujis themselves possessed an astonishing number, creating an effect of endlessness.

The vampire on the other side must have noticed this detail, but she clearly had no option other than drinking poison to quench her thirst.

The Pujis blocked her retreat, and the blood she drew from the cannon fodder in her hands was dwindling...

In fact, even with more blood, it would be difficult for her to break out; controlling blood also consumed mana, and by now, her mana was nearly exhausted...

The relentless attacks of the Full Form kept her from even having a chance to transform and escape; she could only futilely kill the Pujis gathering in front of her again and again.

At a certain moment, her mana ran out, and the few blood orbs remaining in the vampire's hands burst apart with a crash, while the ocean of Pujis before her still showed no end...

——

When Vera led the twins out of the dungeon, she instinctively stopped her steps.

Something seemed wrong?

The surroundings were so quiet; there were neither adventurers coming and going nor sounds of small animals, and even the guards who should have been guarding the main gate were gone.

"Vera?" Feilin asked in confusion.

After leaving the dungeon, Feilin naturally became less vigilant.

"Let's retreat."

Although Vera didn't know what had happened, he decided to retreat and observe for a while.

Fourth-rank Light Magic—Light Curtain!

A wall of light suddenly appeared behind the three of them, blocking their retreat, while dense footsteps came from behind the woods.

Vera instantly drew the curved blade at his waist, and together with Feilin and Feiyin, he stood guard on the spot while quickly searching for an escape route.

But very soon, they saw the insignia on the people surrounding them.

"The Church?"

A group of Church warriors formed a formation; their meticulously maintained armor shone brilliantly under the sunlight.

"Our target is the Demon Race; you three must not move rashly."

Priest Main, behind the formation, maintained the Light Curtain while persuading Vera and the others not to resist.

Looking at the Church warriors blocking them—no fewer than thirty people, any one of whom would not be below Silver-rank.

Vera could only put down his weapon...

After a simple pat-down, they were cleared of suspicion.

This was not unexpected; Solarin's 【Truth Vision】 within the team had no reaction, indicating no Demons were among them, and with no suspicious items on their persons, they were most likely not allied with the Demon Race.

Main and the others had already checked many adventurers like Vera over this long half-day, and had not yet found that group of Demons.

Bang—Bang Bang Bang—!

The sudden sound drew everyone's attention toward the direction of the dungeon entrance.

Hake, covered in dust and having lost his staff, appeared at the dungeon exit, frantically patting the Light Curtain with both hands.

"Quick! Quick, let me out! Let me out!"

Suddenly, something seemed to hook him in the blind spot of everyone's vision, dragging him to the ground in one go.

"Damn! Let go of me! Save me! Help—!"

The shrill cry for help left everyone somewhat dazed.

Solarin leaped out of the formation and rushed toward the main gate, shouting loudly at the same time: "Main, the Light Curtain!"

Main, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly made the Light Curtain blocking the exit dissipate.

However, when Solarin rushed into the dungeon hall, she searched around but saw no one; the hall connected to several corridors, and she did not know where that man who cried for help had been dragged; she only picked up a small fallen box on the ground.

"What's going on?" Main, who had followed up, asked anxiously.

Solarin shook the box, pouring out several gray-white pills from it. "Main, we might not be able to wait for that group of Demons..."

(End of Chapter)