Chapter 110: 118 Viscount Team (Part 1)

"What a pity, a pair of twins!"

The lewd voice beside him made Hake couldn't help but look back at the three figures that were about to disappear at the end of the corridor.

He naturally knew what "pity" meant.

The person speaking was called Short Axe, an ugly man with a centipede-shaped scar across his cheek, which had been slashed open by an iron hook when he was looting a caravan in his early years.

Years of alcoholism made his complexion dark, and when he grinned, revealing his missing front teeth, the two short axes slung across his leather armor would tremble with his belly.

But even if his figure was out of shape, he was still a desperado who dared to use 【Berserk】 and could swing dual axes into a whirlwind in battle.

It was just that his brain wasn't good; he was thinking about his two taels of meat every day, and he didn't look at the current situation. He still thought it was the same as when he was a robber before...

Hake secretly glanced at Viscount Louisa, who was walking in the middle of the team. This tall vampire didn't seem to hear Short Axe’s complaints, or was it that she heard them but didn't care?

Cursing Short Axe in his heart, in the end, if it weren't for Short Axe and a few guys getting horny and playing the Baron’s daughter to death, they wouldn't have been forced to flee to the Hermit Empire by a high bounty, let alone participate in such a dangerous-looking operation. Did he really think he coveted that so-called immortality?

Being able to live to a certain age was called immortality; having lifespan but being slaughtered in a turn was worth a fart of immortality!

Unfortunately, the situation was stronger than the people. From the moment they defected to the vampire, they had no choice.

Short Axe next to him took out a small box from his arms, poured out a gray-white pill that exuded a foul smell, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Hake recognized what that was; it was a Death-Quiet Elixir refined from Mourning Lily. He also had one in his arms.

Long-term use could make the body closer to the dead, which was a necessary step before being converted into a half-vampire.

Short Axe, this guy, was clearly quite concerned about the Viscount’s promise that if they completed the task smoothly, they would be converted into half-vampires. It was really...

Hake also took out a Death-Quiet Elixir and swallowed it...

An axe suddenly flew past him, making Hake couldn't help but stop.

"Short Axe?" Hake’s voice was suppressed with irritability.

The axe passed through the Puji and Shi Laimu that were fighting not far away, made a perfect double kill, and then flew back into Short Axe’s hand.

"Why are you not talking all the way, pretending to be a master, haha—"

Short Axe’s unscrupulous laughter made everyone look back at him, even the Viscount was no exception.

Hake didn't find it funny at all, just wanted to give him a wind blade to cut that ugly face!

He quickly distanced himself from Short Axe, and his muttering still came from behind: "Cut, a guy who can't take a joke."

Putting aside this guy with a pit in his brain, the others were relatively reliable, and now they were discussing the unusualness of this dungeon.

"Didn't they say that the ecology of each floor of the Amethyst Dungeon is different? Why are there Puji everywhere, and mutated varieties at that."

"I came here six years ago, it wasn't like this then."

"I heard that this place experienced a monster tide before, it’s probably the influence of the monster tide."

"It’s... so dark here..."

Hake looked at the surroundings, indeed.

Along the way, there were fungal carpets, fluorescent mushrooms, and mutated Puji. No matter what the ecology of the floor was, one could see them, and the proportion wasn't small.

This situation reached its peak when they stepped onto the fifth floor.

Pada—

A strange touch came from under his feet.

Lighting spell!

"What is this?"

With the orange-yellow light, everyone saw the thick fungal carpet under their feet, and every step brought up a piece of stickiness.

"So disgusting!"

Someone scraped the soles of their shoes in disgust, only to find more and more.

"Look at what this is?" Short Axe suddenly stopped everyone.

Hake looked back and saw Short Axe had hooked away the fungal carpet under his feet, revealing an inconspicuous... disc-shaped stone underneath?

Hake felt something was wrong; if it was a stone, this piece was too regular...

"Look, it’s soft!"

Short Axe kicked the disc twice, feeling it was bouncy, and it felt very good to kick. Then he stepped down—

Hake watched with his own eyes as the disc under Short Axe’s feet suddenly exploded, blowing away a layer of mud.

"Ah—"

Amidst Short Axe’s heart-piercing screams, a few more black shadows jumped out from around him and pounced on him.

Although Short Axe was a disgusting and annoying guy, it wouldn't be good to let him die like this.

Third-tier magic—Wind Surge!

A gust of wind blew away those shadows that pounced over, and Hake finally managed to distinguish what these things were.

"Puji!?"

And it was a Puji after mimicry!

The Puji that were blown away exploded one by one before they even landed, fortunately not hurting anyone else.

"Be careful! These Puji are hiding in the ground!" Someone reminded.

Hake looked at the pits left behind after the Puji left, and then looked at the boundless fungal carpet ground ahead—it wouldn't be like this all the way, would it?

"Ah! My leg!"

Short Axe’s scream pulled Hake’s attention back, and he realized that this rotten guy had actually planted this time; his right foot below the knee was gone!

Thinking about it, this idiot had stepped his whole foot directly into the source of the explosion. It was better to say that he hadn't lost an arm or a leg further, which was already considered thick-skinned.

Hake hesitated whether to use the healing potion he carried with him on him, but looking at his state, it seemed very difficult for him to be of any use in the subsequent battles.

"What is that in the sky?" Someone pointed to the air and asked.

Against the backdrop of the fluorescent dome, one small black dot after another was approaching in mid-air, seemingly some kind of flying monster, and the M-shaped wings behind them seemed to have been seen somewhere...

"Bat?" Hake felt it did look like the bats that could be seen everywhere in the vampire territory.

It was just that how could these bats be so fat?

After getting closer, he finally saw their true colors.

"It’s Puji again!"

With the previous lesson, now no one dared to let the Puji get close.

Magic arrows were all thrown out. These flying Puji were not fast and were easy to hit, and after being attacked, they fell down one after another...

Boom—

"Damn it! Don't let them fly over our heads! Hake, blow them away!"

Teammates cursed and commanded. Hake simply stopped using wind blades and focused on using Wind Surge to blow the falling Puji far away, and everyone finally wasn't affected by the explosion anymore.

It was just—

"How many Puji are there in the end?"

The sky full of small black dots flew over, making Hake’s scalp numb.

Even if they used up their magic power and arrows, they couldn't shoot down so many Puji, right?

"First... let’s retreat first!"

Hake suggested loudly. Anyway, they weren't far from the stairs now. He wanted to go back and reorganize before seeing how to deal with these strange Puji.

"No need."

Viscount Louisa, who had been observing the situation coldly, suddenly spoke!

She just waved her hand, and Short Axe’s screams suddenly became more miserable. Blood surged from his severed limb and gathered in Louisa’s hand to form a blood ball.

Then the blood exploded into countless fine threads and shot toward the sky, accurately piercing one Puji after another.

The damage of each blood thread attack wasn't high, but the Puji just happened to not have much health, and he didn't know if she had seen through this point...

After one strike, the blood ball in Louisa’s hand was exhausted, and the Puji fell from the sky like dumplings, with only a few scattered ones left, which were picked off one by one by the archers.

It seemed their crisis was temporarily lifted?

Hake glanced at Short Axe, who had already become a dried corpse—it seemed he didn't have to struggle with the problem of whether to waste a bottle of healing potion.