Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 124 - 119 The Abyss Watcher·Fran Undead Team

Chapter 124: Chapter 119 The Abyss Watcher·Fran Undead Team

"Based on the existing intelligence, we can speculate that the Fran Undead Team is an army under Sunlight King Gwyn."

"They battle a dreadful force known as the Abyss, whose purpose is to extinguish the Initial Fire, while Sunlight King Gwyn aims for Fire Transmission, to maintain the flame’s glory."

"Therefore, the Fran Undead Team are the heroes who continue the Fire Transmission!"

"I believe that at the end of Fran Fort, we will be battling with the Undead Team in their prime, and that will be a legendary battle worthy of entering the annals of history!"

"The ancient heroes and today’s adventurers, it is the flame passed down by the Undead Team that has created the humans challenging them today, ah, what an incomparable sense of destiny!"

Near the Sain Dungeon Teleportation Gate, an adventurer named Wallace spoke with longing in his tone.

At that moment, someone raised a doubt.

"Will the boss really be the entire Undead Team? Fran Fort is permeated with a rotting stench; it feels like something is not quite right inside, perhaps they have been..."

Wallace fiercely grabbed the person’s shoulder, speaking earnestly:

"They will, they definitely will, the flourishing Undead Heroes will surely pay tribute to each one who passes the test under the flame’s gaze!"

"Then, they will be bathed in sunlight to unfold an epic duel!"

"That is befitting the identity of heroes!"

Fran Fort.

When the gate slowly swung open, Dal did not feel the warmth of any flame or sunlight.

Cold.

A bone-chilling cold enveloped him, as if there was a malicious presence beside him that wanted to drag him into the bottomless Abyss.

This was a familiar feeling, one that the Gollum, Soul-sucking Ghost, Crow Man, and others outside would recognize.

It was the breath of the Abyss.

Inside Fran Fort, a fortress built to clear the Abyss, there is nothing but profound, dark Abyss.

What on earth has happened here!?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Metal clashed with metal, steel echoed with steel. As Dal looked towards the source of the sound, he clenched his fists, his shocked expression seemingly asking—

Why is it like this?

Inside the fortress were two members of the Fran Undead Team.

Wielding Great Swords and daggers, they danced a wild, wolf-like dance; that was exquisite Combat Skill, each swing of their weapons demonstrating the master’s extraordinary combat acumen.

However, whether it was the cold intent to kill, the superior Combat Skills, or the deadly executions, they were not directed at enemies, but at their former comrades.

These two members of the Fran Undead Team, were they actually self-slaughtering?

When the view was widened, it was an even more unbelievable scene.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.

The fortress was filled with fallen members of the Undead Team!

Without any warmth from the fire, the biting cold fermented in this Asura Hell-like scene.

"Why...?" Confusion was written all over Antili’s face.

Was this infighting?

What caused them to swing the slaughtering blade at their past comrades?

"Bang!"

The final clash. The Fran Undead Team repelled another’s weapon, while the latter at that moment met exhaustion, helpless against the Great Sword that thrust into his chest.

The last of the Fran Undead Team, he pressed down on his companion’s shoulder, and cleanly pulled out the blade.

The deceased slowly fell to the ground; for some reason, Dal saw a sense of relief in the deceased.

It was strange, inexplicably strange; they must have missed some key information which led to the inability to interpret the meaning behind this battle!

Frustrating, what exactly did they miss!

But at that moment, the adventurers had no time to think so much, because the Undead Team had already turned their gaze towards them.

Roger instantly drew his thrusting sword, but due to excessive nervousness, the blade got stuck halfway out.

Cold sweat emerged on his forehead; facing the legendary Fran Undead Team in reality, he found he could not remain as composed as he had imagined.

Even if there was only one member of the Undead Team, even if the opponent was clearly not in the right state, even if...

The sense of being unable to overcome was just so strong!

Antili wanted to release her Battle Pet, but the Battle Pets seemed to be afraid of something, huddling in the Elf Ball, unwilling to come out.

"..."

Dal took a deep breath, he thought of that image master who had not successfully received Wolf Blood, even being slain as a beast, he still held great respect for the Undead Team.

Dal also felt fear towards the Undead Team; it was the instinctive reaction of a weaker life form against a stronger being, but beyond the fear—

He wanted to salute.

He remembered the gesture made by the Spiritual Body of the Undead Team when they entered Fran Fort. Perhaps that was the etiquette of the Undead Team?

As Dal awkwardly imitated the gesture, the last member of the Undead Team did something he hadn’t expected.

Head slightly bowed, Great Sword held aloft, and dagger readied.

The Watcher from the Abyss, the Fran Undead Team expressed their respect to the adventurers who had come this far.

At that moment, Roger stopped drawing his sword, Antili covered her mouth, and Dal’s body shuddered violently.

Were the Fran Undead Team saluting them!?

This was a gesture of respect for those who passed the trial by fire, a welcoming ceremony for the newcomers. If nothing had gone wrong, the Undead Team would have welcomed these naive newcomers amidst a lively atmosphere, and the fort would have been as warm as home.

The adventurers didn’t understand the meaning behind it, they just felt that the member of the Undead Team in front of them was different from other monsters in Sain.

Did he possess a certain level of intelligence?

"Could it be that he is capable of communication?"

Roger thought of a possibility, his breath growing heavier. He opened his parched lips intending to say something.

But the Watcher from the Abyss was already charging towards them!

So they were still going to fight!

"I—"

Watching the Great Sword slashing towards him, Roger felt an intense sense of impending death, and frantically attempted to block with his sheathed sword.

"Boom!"

His world spun in an instant, the mighty blow sending his body spinning as hot blood splattered like rain.

His thrusting sword had already been severed along with its sheath!

Antili was the second to die. As the Undead Team’s blade swept towards Dal, she kicked the dazed Dal to the side and took the horrific strike head-on.

Dal rolled on the ground twice before coming to a stop, his body covered with filth; a sticky, deep, pitch-black substance—the Abyss.

It was only then, amidst his shock, that he discovered the members of the Undead Team lying on the ground were all tainted with the Abyss.

Not simply with a surface coating like him, but internally corroded by this substance!

The Undead Team leaped high, stabbing at Dal with their sword. As he hastily raised his Magic Longsword to block, he rolled to the side.

The Magic Longsword shattered to the sound, and the Undead Team’s relentless pursuit followed. In his panic, Dal picked up a scattered weapon from the Undead Team from the ground to deflect the attack.

"Bang!"

This time, the Longsword did not break, but the immense impact slammed him violently against the wall.

"Puh—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his vision blurred, suspecting that many of his ribs were shattered.

So this was the strength of the Fran Undead Team—there was no resisting them.

Even if Leon and the others from the Strategy Group were here, wouldn’t they face the same fate as his?

Dal’s thoughts became more and more chaotic, unable to resist the blade thrust into his chest.

In his daze, he seemed to hear a sigh, filled with disappointment and helplessness.

Was it the Fran Undead Team sighing? Why?

Dal felt a sense of shame for disappointing them, as his life force rapidly drained away.

However, just before dying, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because behind the Fran Undead Team, a fallen member had risen once again.

His eyes were blood-red, his movements aberrant, seemingly devoid of reason, and he charged at the Undead Team like a wild beast.

Two similar figures fought again, the air seemed to resonate with a faint, sorrowful melody.

Dal opened his mouth, a thought dawned upon him.

At the moment of pushing open the door, he saw that the eyes of the one fighting against the Undead Team were also blood-red!

Could it be—

"The Abyss..."

Dal uttered two words before his consciousness fell into nothingness and darkness, as if invaded by the Abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, his consciousness truly returned, surrounded by a bustling environment.

This was the Resurrection House, his spiritual power had reached a critical point, and even if he held many souls, he could no longer revive by the bonfire.

Dal sat up from the bed, clutched his forehead, and muttered, "Undead Team, Abyss, corrosion..."

He wanted to think deeply, but the surrounding environment was getting increasingly noisy, as if ten thousand Crow Men were screeching beside him, making it impossible to concentrate!

What was going on? Why was the Resurrection House so noisy today? Doesn’t your Holy Light God prefer silence?

Dal was infuriated and wanted to find a Priest to ask for a reason, but the usually cheerful Priests were now extremely agitated, moving in and out of the Resurrection House, not one stopping to answer his questions.

He finally managed to stop a nun, but she yelled at him:

"Let me go, the wounded attacked by the Demon Clan are coming!"

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