Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Then they saw the Necromancers standing still, as if they all had seen Medusa.

"Aahhhhhhh!"

"Nooo!"

"The oath! The oath has disappeared!"

The wails of the Necromancers echoed through the heavens and earth.

In this situation, Tai Fengli’an scratched his head helplessly; he really hadn’t anticipated such a situation.

What to do now?

Using religious faith to win people’s hearts felt great, but confronting a situation like this was troublesome. He now needed to quickly use his wits to come up with a reasonable explanation to calm everyone down.

"This is going to be interesting."

Leon and his companions were completely in a bystander’s role, not that they didn’t want to help — in this situation, they simply couldn’t.

As the Necromancers wailed, the temperature of the underground cave suddenly surged, and flames appeared at the spot where Tomb King Nite’s body completely dissipated.

It was a burning flame, originating from Tomb King Nite’s King’s Soul!

[King’s Soul]

[One of the first King’s Souls found in the era of fire by "The First Dead" Tomb King Nite]

[The Tomb King Nite, who governed all life and death, offered almost all his power to death, but even so, his soul remained enormous, enough to fill a Royal Artifact]

"I’ll go then."

This was the third time they witnessed a King’s Soul; they were already resistant to its temptations.

Leon stepped forward, grabbed the King’s Soul, and absorbed it instantly.

Pitched darkness of Death Miasma suddenly crawled over his entire body, then circled around like a ribbon, giving him an ethereal and immortal aura.

His body underwent a sort of transformation within the miasma, trembling slightly but without the loss of composure Temude displayed while absorbing a King’s Soul.

"Go for it, boss." Maru raised her fist to cheer Leon on.

Not sure how much time passed, but when the Necromancers’ wailing began to settle, he finally reclaimed all the scattered Death Miasma and opened his eyes.

"How do you feel?"

Even Tai Fengli’an and the others came over, curious eyes flickering with a strong desire to know.

If they hadn’t come early to support themselves, they would’ve wanted Nite’s King’s Soul too.

"...."

Leon didn’t speak but tried clenching his fist.

"Oh!"

To everyone’s amazement, a thin layer of pitch-black mist floated over his fist... wasn’t that Death Miasma!

"I can feel it. At the moment of invoking the King’s Soul, I can exchange stamina, magic power, fighting Qi, and all energy to control Death Miasma."

The conversion rate of energy to Death Miasma wasn’t high, but the boost effect it brought was terrifying.

Leon punched the stone pillar beside him, the Death Miasma sinking into the pillar’s surface first, and he punched it again.

"Boom!"

The stone pillar, which took several people to wrap around, shattered with a single blow!

"What incredible power..." murmured the Necromancer.

Many could do such things, but it was rare for someone like Leon to do so nonchalantly; they might have to look towards the Giant Giant Dragon for someone else like that.

Leon calmed down to experience the boost effect brought by the King’s Soul, and soon he summarized.

The King’s Soul of Tomb King Nite brought him an enhancement to reach a higher level of extreme attack power.

Upon actively invoking this King’s Soul, a series of attack-related attributes in his body were greatly enhanced, making his power reminiscent of a certain existence.

The Ember King!

Under the boon of the King’s Soul, his attack power was comparable to that of the Ember King!

Plus, he gained the unique ability to generate and control Death Miasma!

Truly worthy of the King’s Soul held by the first of the dead.

Though he couldn’t generate extremely thick and dangerous Death Miasma like Tomb King Nite, what he could summon already gave him a superior offensive edge, and the uses of this gas were practically endless — eroding armor to make it brittle, eroding bodies to cause injury, expanding range attacks around himself, the possibilities were endless.

The only drawback being, using this King’s Soul required consuming one’s own stamina, magic power, fighting Qi, and such self-generated energy, and the rate of consumption was quite alarming. Ignoring the dosage could easily lead to becoming a "three-second hero."

Even enhancing to extreme attack power might counteractively injure himself, with the most direct being the bodily injuries resulting from the body not withstanding too much power.

"If only there was a way to compensate for these flaws."

Isn’t there something that can quickly replenish the energy consumed by the King’s Soul, or even heal the body?

Given the consumption rate, he would need to carry dozens of litres of stamina recovery potions to continuously use it, which would be too inconvenient.

As he thought of this, Leon suddenly had a flash of inspiration, whispering to himself:

"What effect would the Izalith Witch’s King’s Soul have?"

Soon after, everyone, having packed everything, left the Giant Tomb.

Just as they reached outside, they immediately noticed a change.

"The Death Miasma and the high temperature that pervaded the whole Dungeon have disappeared!"

The remaining two bearers of King’s Souls, who caused the riot after the deaths of the Four Kings of Little Londo and White Dragon Heiss, have vanished without a trace!

At this moment, all the adventurers still inside the Dungeon noticed such a change.

"Huh? The annoying mist is actually retreating."

"Oh, has someone finally done it?"

"Now we can finally return to brick-moving."

Though unaware of who achieved this, adventurers were genuinely thrilled and joyous, truly benefiting the general populace!

"Has the Izalith Witch been dealt with too?"

Tai Fengli’an curiously stated, "We stayed too long at the Giant Tomb, but in just a few days even the Izalith Witch was taken care of."

"That’s great news!"

Leon immediately thought of something, visibly excited.

"Quickly, let’s find that person, once we gather the four King’s Souls, then we can finally see—"

The sky suddenly turned red at that moment.

"!"

This anomaly made everyone look up to the sky, and someone immediately exclaimed in shock.

They saw the usual blue sky and white clouds were tinged with a fiery redness, no, it was flames burning in the sky, dyeing everything in sight in a brilliant red!

"Look closely, it’s not actual flames, but some projection or illusion," said Hades.

The entire sky was projected with red flames, as if the whole world was placed inside a...

Furnace?

"Is this the end?"

As a loyal user of the Sain Dungeon, Leon couldn’t help but say:

"It’s time to transmit fire!"

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"That’s pretty much the process."

Leon, holding the King’s Soul from Tomb King Nite, recounted the course of events.

"We got the King’s Soul and came out in a hurry, didn’t even have time for a sip of water."

Present, Hevi and others listened to his account of the new anomaly in Sain as if listening to a story. It’s truly hard to believe without witnessing it firsthand.

Fortunately, as soon as Leon finished, a member of the rebel army hurried in to report yet another change in Sain Dungeon.

"We already know."

Hevi waved his hand; the reporting soldier withdrew in astonishment, having tried to report as soon as he saw the change.

As expected of a significant military figure, he was well-informed!

Watching the soldier leave, seemingly adding his own imagination, Hevi sighed.

"According to you, this indeed is a critical juncture, or perhaps the most noteworthy moment since the inception of the Sain Dungeon."

"But regrettably, we can’t offer aid."

From now on, the adventurers and the rebel army will have to form parallel lines that do not intersect, with the best outcome being one where they don’t interfere with one another.

"Okay."

Leon nodded, not showing any sign of disappointment, it seemed this difficult battle would have to be handled by adventurers alone.

He wondered what the final Fire Transmission would look like; if it required a grand scene like a Battle Festival with thousands participating, he should probably visit Yanor Kingdom for the King’s and Princess’s assistance.

With that thought in mind, he turned to leave after bidding farewell.

But at that moment, another soldier rushed in, panicked.

"If it’s about Sain’s changes, you don’t need to repeat; we’ve already heard about them," said the Wilderness Bishop.

"No, that’s not it..."

The soldier shouted:

"The enemy is charging toward us!"

"Countless enemies have appeared outside!"

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