Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 102 - 100: The Black Blade Assassin

Chapter 102: Chapter 100: The Black Blade Assassin

[The revision of this Chapter is complete]

What comes to mind when people hear about Monsters entering the city?

Blood and fire, wails and howls, lost souls and Demons...

But the only thought in the minds of everyone in Bed City right now is—

Majesty.

The Storm Dragon walks unerringly towards the inner wall, with Dragon Hunter Armor standing proudly, lightning and storms singing praises for them, as if an ancient monarch is making his return to the world.

Such a scene, let alone fighting, they feel even the act of reverent worship would be blasphemous.

Steeran’s mouth is dry, she urgently wants to know, what exactly is the relationship between the Storm Dragon and the Dragon Hunter Armor, and why former mortal enemies would now be fighting side by side?

The incessant lightning claims the lives of every mercenary, and not even Golka and Simon can escape; in the moment they are struck by lightning, their bodies can no longer move.

It is like—Divine Punishment!

The mercenaries tried everything to resist but to no avail, watching in despair as the lightning struck them down.

The thunder soon returned to silence; every person who dared offend Dungeon, whether they be mercenaries from the Light Eagle Group or guards from the Bed Family, had been executed.

And the innocent adventurers — not a single one had fallen!

That might be a bit of an exaggeration, as some were still hit by falling rocks, blown away by the storm, or fainted from fright; but death had not come for them.

The survivors watch the Storm Dragon, and there is silence all around.

People open their mouths but no words come out; they glance at each other, and some bold individuals make a shocking move—they follow!

These people want to see, what does the Monster truly intend to do?

Could it be to execute the last offender, to execute Count Philip?

That must be it, if the Light Eagle Group was wiped out, then what of the Earl himself?

An astonishing scene unfolds.

The masters of the storm and lightning walk unerringly on the correct path, behind them, followers insignificant as insects.

All that echoes in the world is the sound of the wild wind.

At this moment, an unexpected character enters.

"Oh Fire God above, what has happened here?"

A Flame Cultivator in red, with bewildered eyes, looks upon Bed City, followed by a dozen disciples of the Fire God.

They had come to Bed City after a long journey, originally here following the rumors of the Fire God in Sain Dungeon to become Sun Warriors, only to find the place a complete mess, and...

"Oh my God!" He sees the Storm Dragon and the Dragon Hunter Armor, and trembles in shock, "How did a Monster get into the city!"

People glare at him with their eyes, signaling him not to speak out of turn!

"What in the world is going on here, can anyone tell me, sir, please explain this?"

Annoyed by the Flame Cultivator, someone roughly tells him what has happened.

After hearing the story, the Flame Cultivator falls into a long silence.

Just when people think he might leave, he instead kneels directly facing the Storm Dragon, crying out loudly:

"This is the punishment sent by the Fire God! The Divine Punishment of the great God Gwyn!"

What great God Gwyn?

The adventurers are confused by this pronouncement; they know the image of the bonfire, however, they are not aware that the Starfire Church had unilaterally made Gwyn their deity.

"The root cause of all this is none other than the greedy Count Bed!" cries the Flame Cultivator passionately.

"His actions provoked the Dungeon, angered the will of the Fire God, and the God sent His envoy to vent His wrath and punish the sinners!"

In his eyes, both the Dragon Hunter Armor and the Storm Dragon were infused with intense divinity.

Without a doubt, these two mighty beings are intricately connected to the Fire God, there is no mistaking it.

Someone couldn’t help but ask: "What did the Earl do to provoke Sain Dungeon?"

"It’s the Fire God!" The Flame Cultivator glared at him, saying: "Count Bed restricted you, limited the future’s followers of the God from entering the Dungeon for pilgrimage, isn’t that blasphemous?"

People think the old guy is somewhat deranged, but still ask: "So you’re saying, this dragon and armor, they’re actually here to help us?"

"Did you see them harm any of you?" The Flame Cultivator retorts.

Well, not really...

The only ones dead are the noble house’s guards and the Light Eagle Group; indeed, no adventurers have died.

The Flame Cultivator, with provocative words, says: "So there, that settles it, doesn’t it? This proves that the Fire God is protecting the innocent, the initial flame equally illuminates everyone, and the fact that you can still stand here alive is a testament to the divinity’s mercy!"

Before people can respond, the Flame Cultivator continues to shout:

"Come, let us witness the greedy Earl’s demise together, don’t be afraid. Come, the messengers of God will not harm you."

Originally, the people were just following the Storm Dragon to watch the excitement.

Under his speech, the followers turned into a pilgrimage procession, as if everyone truly believed there was a Fire God coming to punish Count Philip.

How strange...

Even though the people felt that there were many inconsistencies, they still followed for the time being.

The inner city wall, a sturdy wall of fifty meters, was a miracle created by the ancestors of the Bed Family.

Yet today, this miracle silently vanished before the storm.

In the estate of the Lord, as the storm approached, every face was ashen.

Count Philip had already learned everything through the communication of an external magician, who was then struck by lightning turns into charred ash.

He could only stay in his mansion, listening to the footsteps of the Storm Dragon approaching, counting his demise one sound at a time.

Why did it come to this?

He didn’t understand. He thought initially it was to mine more Blood Essence, to offer them to the King for a better life.

Why did it end in death?

He had already sent people like Sali away, staying alone in the mansion.

However, the only building that sheltered him also vanished into nothingness in the storm.

The frail mortal looked up at the great creature.

The Dragon Hunter Armor bowed its head, this was not a deity’s mercy on mortals, but a judgement.

The Dragon Hunter Axe was raised high, the Flame Cultivator shouted loud, "Use Divine Punishment on the blasphemous noble!"

Just then—

"Pikachu, use 100,000 Volts!"

A bolt of lightning struck the Dragon Hunter Armor, not leaving even a scratch.

The Dragon Hunter Armor had not reacted yet, but the Flame Cultivator was in an uproar.

"Who is it!"

At this moment, an unexpected person stood in front of Count Philip, with Pikachu dashing into his arms, baring its teeth at the Dragon Hunter Armor.

It was Wild, the one whom everyone deemed as unimpressive.

Watching his second son standing in front of him, Count Philip was stunned; he never thought Wild would come to save him.

"You—"

"Father, rest assured, I will protect you!" Wild held Pikachu, facing the towering Dragon Hunter Armor without a trace of fear on his face.

Yet his legs were shaking so badly that he nearly wet his pants.

"Pi-pi-Pikachu," he stammered, "maybe you can run away fast, I can handle it here..."

"Pi-ka..." Pikachu was also too scared to speak.

A storm whirled past, a man and a Pokemon screamed as they were blown away, disappearing without a trace.

Count Philip dumbly watched the direction they vanished to, without a single drop of worry in his heart.

At this moment, what he thought was:

I want Blood Essence so badly, Blood Essence, I can’t endure it any longer, ah, Blood Essence...

When his mind was stimulated, the strange state he suppressed earlier could no longer be contained.

Blood threads emerged in his eyes, tufts of pitch-black hair burst through the skin, as if he was mutating.

The thirst for blood twisted his features, prompting him to do something audacious—he charged towards the Storm Dragon!

He longed for blood.

But when the lightning struck, nothing would remain.

"Rumble—"

In September of the New Calendar year 2174, Sain Dungeon went out of control, Count Bed Philip and a group of Light Eagle Group mercenaries were killed, and Bed City fell, but no additional casualties were reported.

The figure that brought the storm and lightning became known across the continent, attracting attention to Sain Dungeon and the curious items and bonfires it produced.

With the allure of new items, brash people did not pursue the past rampage of Sain. History records that the same Dungeon would not rampage again within a short period. It remained overcrowded and even more prosperous.

Since the Storm Dragon hadn’t killed any adventurers, a saying even began to circulate among the people:

Sain Dungeon, the Dungeon that welcomes adventurers.

In October of the same year, the new heir of the Bed Family took office.

His name was... Charon.