Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

It feels like this technique is not sorcery but rather a trick to manipulate flames.

The warriors were quite taken aback when they saw so many color-shifting prison guards rushing towards them, feeling as if their Life Force could be drained in an instant.

But in the next moment, they realized that this group of color-shifting prison guards would not drain one’s Life Force, only control different forms of fire.

So the warriors laughed.

What would be left of mechanism creatures without their mechanisms? They could only be punching bags!

Temude didn’t even lift a finger. The warriors behind him charged forward, transforming into ruthless mowing machines, slaughtering the color-shifting prison guards entirely. When the last prison guard fell, its dissipating body dropped a cluster of purple light points; upon inspection:

[Ancient Prison Key]

[A rather old key from Yilushier Underground Prison]

[It is said that the prison’s earliest inmate was a giant, and at his feet, a prison for humans was constructed]

"Found it!"

Temude nodded, signaling the warriors to take the key over to release the Onion Knight before he stood waiting at the palace gate.

Though waiting, he was not idle; his gaze was fixed on the Sin Flames on the altar.

This flame... for some reason, it particularly caught his attention.

[Long ago, a young magician named Shalivan found the City of Sin and unceasing flames beneath the distant Yilushier]

[Since then, the fire of ambition in his heart has burned even stronger]

Temude’s initial impression of the Sin Fire came from the description of the weapon [Sin Blade] obtained after defeating the Phantom of Pope Shalivan.

Back then, adventurers only thought the Sin Fire was powerful, thereby provoking Pope Shalivan’s raging ambition. However, now it seems...

The Sin Flames itself possesses the ability to assault one’s consciousness, and the ambition born in Shalivan’s heart may have been influenced by it.

At this thought, he poured himself a bottle of calming potion, turning away to forcibly stop himself from staring at the flame.

Thankfully, the King’s Soul and a variety of beneficial effects have heightened his mental resistance; otherwise, he might have succumbed.

I am in excellent mental condition now; the fact that calming potions have no effect on me speaks to it.

"What’s that?"

With a sidelong glance, Temude noticed the light point on the ground, shook his head, reached down to pick it up while muttering to himself: "I can’t believe I forgot to pick up such an obvious light point. It seems we all need more practice."

[Residue of Sin Fire]

[Embers of the Sin Flames, can be applied to weapons to briefly ignite them with Sin Flames]

[The terrifying rampant fire prompted the City of Sin’s residents to appoint a giant they did not trust as king. Aware as he was, the giant suppressed the fire day after day until he became the Ember King]

"Hmm?"

When seeing the introduction of this seemingly unimpressive artifact, Temude noticeably paused, furrowing his brows.

He turned to survey the entire City of Sin, examining the ruins more carefully. It was only through this action that he realized all the ruins shared a common feature—

Blackened from the flames.

"So that’s how it is..."

In less than a minute, he had mentally filled in a complete story, then turned to view the palace’s depths, where the towering Fog Gate was slowly flowing.

Temude showed respect towards the Fog Gate, muttering to himself: "It seems it’s not garbage like Elderly."

The warriors finally arrived at this moment.

The Onion Knight was right behind them, his steps firm and heavy.

"You have finally arrived."

Temude, already eager to fight, led everyone straight towards the Fog Gate. Along the way, apart from the prison guards, they encountered no enemies, and the few prison guards there were not even enough to slow them down.

Arriving before the Fog Gate, the warriors applied a series of beneficial magic, charged with fighting spirit, and dashed into the Fog Gate.

"Begin the battle!"

They rushed into an extraordinarily vast palace, far larger than any palace they had seen before.

Everywhere bore the marks of smoke and flame, but even under the ashes, the gold and jewels still shimmered, vast amounts of treasure piled around the palace’s perimeter, drawing immediate attention upon entry.

But these treasures were not the palace owner’s collection; their only purpose was one—funeral treasures.

Piled along with the gold and jewels were countless charred black corpses!

Once living individuals, burned beyond recognition by flames amid twisted screams, piled like a grotesque form of art within the palace, with gold and jewels creating an eerie visual effect.

And in the deepest part of the palace, upon a gigantic throne far exceeding human dimensions.

The Ember King, holding a massive machete, raised his head.

A gust of wind blew from behind, igniting dark red embers across his body surface, a pair of fiery red eyes lighting up on his otherwise indistinct face.

Those eyes were already bordering on mania!

No words, no roars.

[Giant King Yum] stood from the throne, his massive body lifting the machete only a giant could wield, striding towards the group!

The giant’s body imparted a unique oppressive sensation unlike any other Ember King; his size might not be as colossally enormous as imagined, but the oppressive aura he exuded was still enough to suffocate.

"This feeling is truly nostalgic."

Temude showed a reminiscent expression; the feeling of confronting an Ember King always filled him with emotion. His first encounter with the Fran Undead Team was particularly thrilling.

Even now, he was willing to unleash more than one hundred percent passion for this battle!

He drew the Shattered Star Greatsword, channeling the full power of the King’s Soul, and launched an all-out assault on Yum—

"Yum, my old friend."

At that moment, the Onion Knight’s voice chimed from behind. Turning to look, people saw him cross the Fog Gate to join them.

Everyone had anticipated his arrival, yet still found themselves surprised because he hadn’t appeared as a support Spiritual Body but in his true form!

"Catalina Knight Jack Baldor, here to fulfill my promise."

No longer holding the small spiked round shield, the Onion Knight now wielded the Great Sword with both hands, a weapon with a rather plain appearance.

Approaching the giant Yum, he raised the Great Sword, calling out loudly with unspecified complex emotions beneath his helmet:

"May the Ember King be with the Sun!"

At a distance of over a hundred meters, he swung the blade towards Giant King Yum.

Oh, could it be Sword Qi? Temude showed a speculative look.

His guess was correct but not entirely aligned with his expectations.

At the moment the Great Sword was swung down, it suddenly summoned an endless storm swirling around!

The roaring tornado crossed nearly a hundred meters, crashing down upon Yum with immense Sword Pressure!

"Boom—"

The scattering tempest forced the nearby warriors to retreat a few steps, and as they looked up again, astonished expressions spread towards the Onion Knight’s unadorned Great Sword. They could tell that these storms originated from the Great Sword’s own power.

This force was enough to make even Yum, who was subjected to it, pause momentarily, compelled to halt by the storm!

"What kind of weapon is this?" a warrior directly questioned.

The Onion Knight charged forward, raising the Great Sword [Storm Tamer], shouting:

"Only the storm can bring down the great tree!"

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