Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

It’s floating up, a series of fireballs are rising one by one atop the altar, they seem ready to crash toward the group, but with their current speed, they will surely be able to dodge into the tower before the fireballs reach them.

However, surprises always occur in such moments of certainty.

"Air——" A sharp whistling sounded suddenly from above, and Temude, running in the lead, instinctively raised his hand for a punch.

"Boom!!!"

The fist covered in rocks smashed with the spear attacking him from above, the sharp spear tip pierced through the stone covering his body, but after breaking the skin, it couldn’t go any further. Taking advantage of this gap, Temude saw clearly who was wielding the spear.

It was a Stone Statue Ghost, a rather sizable one, undoubtedly an elite level monster!

"You guys go first!"

Temude roared at the warriors behind him, then immediately turned his attention toward the Stone Statue Ghost.

"Die!"

The rocks covering his arm suddenly transformed under the control of Gravity Magic into small Meteorite Balls and furiously smashed toward the Stone Statue Ghost. Each Meteorite Ball engulfed in fierce flames due to the Chaos Breeding Ground’s King’s Soul, with death miasma from Tomb King Nite entwining them.

"Bang bang bang——"

A series of solid collisions were heard, the Stone Statue Ghost’s neck exploded after being repeatedly struck by numerous Meteorite Balls, suffering from the impact of Meteorite Balls, the erosion of death miasma, and the burning from the flames.

The enormous body of the Stone Statue Ghost collapsed loudly, Temude’s strike left no room for retreat, directly killing the elite level monster!

Yet, he thus wasted time, and the Sin Flames reached him at this moment.

An intense explosion flashed by, his stone man body was engulfed by flames, successive strikes from the fireballs turned him into a burning torch.

Ordinary people would stand and die from this, but he moved his steps, walking like a normal person toward the tower.

The warriors who had already reached there saw this scene reminiscent of Hell and opened a path for him, someone was already preparing healing potions, fearing he might fall into madness due to the Sin Flames’ mental attack.

But surprisingly, Temude waved his hand, letting the rocks covering his body scatter and take the flames along, revealing his self-healing form.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds then reopened them, nodding to the crowd, saying, "I’m okay, I even feel great now."

The warrior hesitated, asking, "What about your mental state..."

"I’m fine, I seem to have developed resistance to mental attacks, perhaps it’s the power from the King’s Soul."

Temude proudly raised his arm, admiring the Royal Artifact emblem on his hand back, his eyes overflowed with an expression of pride and satisfaction, his lips involuntarily curved into a smile, brimming with confidence.

The warriors looked at each other in dismay, their expressions became subtly complex.

"Let’s proceed, the journey is short, finish it quickly and return soon!"

Temude continued leading the charge, and without leaving the crowd any chance to reply he dashed off, using his Shattered Star Greatsword against the incoming fireballs, forcibly constructing a sturdy human shield in front of the warriors.

The warriors followed closely, none lagging behind, seeming innocuous like chicks in front of the formidable Temude, they even had no place to showcase their skills.

The Stone Statue Ghosts wielding various weapons assailed continuously throughout the journey, the warriors primed and ready for action, but each time the next moment, the incoming Monster would be swiftly put down by Temude, leaving dead bodies everywhere.

This severely dampened the warriors’ morale.

"Don’t you guys feel Prince is different today?"

The warrior running at the back lowered his voice, speaking to the others beside him.

"In my impression, he was more easy-going, but today he feels... I can’t describe it."

"More domineering perhaps?"

Others also increasingly felt something peculiar.

Since Temude ignored their suggestion to transform into a stone man earlier, they felt something was off, and now his actions clearly indicated things weren’t right.

It’s like the Third Prince’s personality was infused with a more arrogant and overbearing factor.

"It must be the influence of the Sin Flames!"

So the warriors exchanged glances, and when Temude reached the second tower, they all pounced from all directions, pressing him heavily into the rubble at the tower’s base, causing a thunderous crash audible throughout the City of Sin.

"What are you doing, this is an affront to nobility!"

"You never spoke words like these before! Surely the flames have muddled your brain!"

A dozen burly men exerted enough to restrain Temude, scrambling to pour potions that treat mental ailments into his mouth, they poured seven or eight bottles before stopping—not because they ceased, but they couldn’t hold Temude down.

Temude staggeringly stood, emitting dry retching sounds, complaining from his mouth, "What madness are you on, I’m fine, cough cough..."

"Hey, why doesn’t it seem effective?"

Temude’s reaction deviated from the warriors’ expectations, this supposed the moment he regains clarity after being administered the potion, allowing goodwill and kindness to regain dominance, right?

Why does he look completely unaffected?

"Could we have incorrectly assumed?"

"Has the Prince hit menopause?"

Temude got angry, kicked the warrior in front, saying, "Stop babbling nonsense, killing my flaming fighting spirit, hurry and follow up."

"Oh oh..." Feeling like they’d guessed wrong, the warriors hunched, following Temude’s steps with guilty expressions.

But at this moment, a familiar snoring sound suddenly emerged from the side, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

The people followed the sound, discovering several intact prisons amongst the rubble, one of which remarkably contained the Onion Knight!

Moreover, he casually sat on the ground, snoring as he slept.

Seeing this, the group was both helpless and amused.

"Can he still sleep in such an environment?"

"Feels... it’s just like him."

"Suddenly, the atmosphere feels lighter."

But before the warriors could further appreciate the sleeping posture of the Onion Knight, Temude promptly approached, prodding the Onion Knight across the bars with his sword sheath, and seeing no response, a harder press finally jolted him awake.

"Oh! It’s you, sorry, I was absorbed in thought."

"Is this what you call thinking?" The warriors turned into commentators.

"As you can see, I somehow ended up imprisoned, but don’t worry, I’ve been thinking for a long time here, it’s almost time to resolve the situation, I won’t hesitate any longer!"

The Onion Knight’s tone suddenly turned heroic and solemn, so much so that he seemed unfamiliar compared to his usually hearty demeanor, infusing a sense of novelty among the spectators.

"But as you see, to get out, I might need a little more time..."

His following words deflated the atmosphere he’d earlier conjured entirely, leaving the group with twitching lips.

But right then, Temude suddenly pressed his face against the bars, staring at the Onion Knight saying:

"Wait, I’ll get you out soon."

"Oh, oh oh..." His suddenly forceful attitude perplexed the Onion Knight.

"Then, you bring us quickly to find your old friend Youmu, we’ll kill him together!"

"Huh?" "Ah?"

Temude’s words prompted puzzled reactions from the Onion Knight and the warriors.

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