Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 125 - 120: Experience Candy Works Wonders

Chapter 125: Chapter 120: Experience Candy Works Wonders

Demon Clan? Attack?

Dal had not heard this combination of words for a long time, and for a moment he was somewhat dazed. Seeing this, the nun broke free and hurriedly ran outside to treat the injured.

By the time he came to his senses, he happened to see Roger, who had also been resurrected. They exchanged glances and both looked towards the noisy scene outside.

Over a dozen injured individuals with miserable appearances were lying outside the Resurrection House, and more people were frantically bringing in additional injured, some of whom had already perished.

The injured were placed outside not because the priests were indifferent, but to better perform group Holy Light Healing. For some of the seriously injured, more high-tier healing skills were specially required.

There was no need to worry about the victims being unable to afford the medical costs. Events like an attack by the Demon Clan were generally considered natural disasters, and the local lords would provide consolation to the injured. Of course, the cost of treatment was not to be omitted.

Therefore, the priests and nuns also took out various potions that were too expensive for ordinary use, both to save lives and to take the opportunity to shear the lord’s wool.

The injured were treated, the Church got the money, and the lord gained his reputation - it was yet another win-win-win situation!

Dal crouched in front of a person with minor injuries who had regained consciousness and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you encounter the Demon Clan?"

"Ah, we just... Ah," the injured man kept sighing, "Our caravan had just delivered a batch of ingredients from Food Paradise to Val City, and after unloading the goods, seeing there was still daylight, we thought of hurrying back overnight to continue deliveries, after all, it’s not too far from Val City to Bed City, right?"

"But then, that night, when it was my turn to keep watch, and there wasn’t even a moon in the sky, I was just about to fall asleep when I heard strange noises around me. Just as I was waking everyone up, we were attacked by the Demon Clan! Only a few of us luckily escaped in the horse-drawn carriage; everyone else died right there."

The more the injured man spoke, the more afraid he became, shaking with excitement, and his eyes were full of panic as he looked around, as if the Demon Clan might burst out from any angle to take his life at any moment.

"That group of Demon Clan had a leader! I saw it with my own eyes; that guy was short and skinny, with a purple gemstone embedded in his head! My buddy was drained of blood by him!"

His emotions suddenly became ecstatic, shouting and yelling like a madman, flailing his arms so wildly that he almost hit Dal.

Roger quickly pulled Dal aside, but then noticed a sticky liquid on his hand.

Looking down, it was blood, Dal’s blood.

"Hey, hey, what’s wrong with you, mate?" Roger got quite a shock because... Dal’s expression was terrifying now.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, his blood flowing out.

Roger immediately thought of a possibility and asked with a strange expression, "Mate, you... You wouldn’t happen to have a grudge against the Demon Clan leader he mentioned, would you?"

Exciting, too exciting, this was like a dramatic conflict!

Roger immediately remembered the conversation he had with Antili, as they discussed who to ask for help with testing, and ended up talking about Dal.

Antili had said:

"Dal Chester, his surname is exactly the same as that of a Beast Tamer family from the past, and I’m quite concerned about this."

"Why not just ask him directly?" Roger had said.

"No, if I were to ask him directly, it might turn into a brawl," Antili shook her head and continued,

"The Chester family disappeared in a big fire, and it was said that there were no survivors. That’s been twenty years ago; I was just a kid at the time, and I only remember my family feeling regretful when discussing it because there were already few Beast Tamers."

"How old are you exactly this year?"

"Are you asking for a beating?"

The memory ended, and Roger looked at Dal with sympathy in his eyes. It seemed that what Antili had said was indeed nine out of ten true.

The Chester family had survivors, and the reason for their annihilation wasn’t some nonsense fire.

Since Dal had Beast Tamer blood running through his veins, it wasn’t odd for the Wolf pack to be close to him.

"Describe in detail what you saw, the leader’s appearance!"

Dal grabbed the injured man’s shoulder, looking a bit excited.

However, at that moment, the wound on the man’s chest suddenly split open. The flesh that had healed under the healing magic burst open again, and dark purple goo oozed from it.

The injured let out a "gah" and fell to the ground. Nearby priests rushed to save him, but similar scenes kept happening.

Healed wounds opened once again, and everyone was in disarray.

"..."

Dal silently moved aside. No need to ask further; the injuries of these people were evidence enough, that surging dark purple goo was the most conspicuous characteristic of that guy.

This kind of goo would cause wounds to recur, never heal, and the only countermeasure was to suction it out before it penetrated deep into the body.

But these injured had delayed too long, and their condition was now serious.

The enemy of old memories unexpectedly showed up in a way he had never imagined!

He subconsciously touched his left arm, held down a priest, and informed him about the goo before walking away under his puzzled gaze.

Val City was to the southwest, the Demon Clan attack occurred in the southwest, and his Wolf pack was also in the southwest!

Even though by the injured man’s account, one could deduce that the Demon Clan attack happened closer to Val City, he was still worried about the farm.

"Hey, mate, I’ll go with you,"

Roger naturally understood what Dal was thinking and immediately followed him.

Along the way, people they passed were discussing the Demon Clan attack, and an anxious and unsettling atmosphere began to brew.

Hurrying, running, sprinting...

Once out of Bed City, Dal showed unprecedented speed, his running stance like that of a frenzied wild wolf!

Roger, gasping for breath, couldn’t catch up and simply cast a mid-tier speed enhancement magic [Wind Walking Technique] on Dal, making his sprinting figure even blurrier.

"I can’t run anymore,"

Being the physically weak Magician he was, he sat down on the ground and muttered to himself:

"I should have told him, no need to run so fast, Antili did some small tricks on his wolf pack..."

When Dal finally returned to the farm, he smelled a pungent, bloody scent.

However, this time there wasn’t the seemingly ferocious but actually dim-witted Female Fire Dragon to mislead him, the farm was empty, a total mess.

Suspicious bloodstains were splattered everywhere, already dried up for some time, chaotic flesh and fur, shattered ground and buildings; it looked as though a great battle had taken place here.

The air was filled with a stench that Dal wanted to stay away from at all costs—the stench of the Demon Clan.

No no no, could it be such a coincidence? Why does this kind of thing happen to me again?

His face turned deathly pale as he staggered toward the farmhouse where the scent of blood was the strongest.

Thinking positively, what if his wolf pack had managed to escape before the Demon Clan attacked, maybe none of them were hurt...

But the Demon Clan’s blood not being among the spilled blood shattered Dal’s illusion.

He walked to the front door of the farmhouse, his trembling hands reached out, but before he could touch it, the tightly shut door collapsed with a bang.

A scene like mountains of corpses and seas of blood crazily surged forth, the farmhouse was drenched in the hue of blood red.

"Ow..."

A faint cry, he looked sharply, and saw a young wolf cowering and trembling in a pile of straw.

Thank goodness, there are wolves still alive—

Dal stepped into the farmhouse and suddenly halted.

Because, in the dim building, several tall figures were sitting together, munching on flesh and drinking blood.

Dark-grey fur, strong and condensed bodies, sharp claws, and those deformed skulls...

They were Wolfmen!

The four Wolfmen were tearing apart a humanoid body, stuffing clumps of flesh and blood into their mouths with gusto.

The wolf pack trembled in the corner of the farmhouse, casting helpless glances at Dal, like lambs to the slaughter.

Dal gradually calmed himself and picked up a pitchfork nearby.

Four Wolfmen, yet they looked frail, not possessing the explosive muscles typical of healthy Wolfmen. Maybe I could defeat them.

Just maybe...

He suddenly thought of the Ancient Wolf of Fran. If he had been brave enough to accept the Wolf Blood back then, would he not just "maybe" but "definitely be able" now?

The lack of power was such a helpless regret.

If I can save my wolf pack this time, then I will definitely accept the Wolf Blood, I need the power!

Dal quickly mapped out a strategy in his mind, grasping the pitchfork he charged.

"Ow?"

The Wolfmen turned their heads at the noise, facing the determined Dal, and with claws raised, they charged!

Dal’s gaze sharpened as he aimed at the throat of the first lunging Wolfman, a surefire strike!

However...

He stabbed through the air, as if the Wolfman’s head had vanished into thin air.

"Ah?"

A weight bore down on his chest, he was knocked to the ground, and the fetid smell from the Wolfman’s mouth confused his thoughts.

How did it dodge, why could it dodge?

Because the Wolfmen turned into smaller-sized wolves in an instant!

Looking at the close, sharp fangs, Dal prepared for the last fight, grabbing at the wolf’s mouth—

However, the latter licked his palm.

"?"

The familiar sensation stunned Dal; he looked at the wolf pinning him, feeling an odd sense of familiarity.

"Sharp Head?" he exclaimed in surprise at the name of the wolf before him.

"Owoo!" Named Sharp Head, the wolf howled excitedly, rubbing against Dal’s chest happily.

Dal’s mind went blank as he looked around, the other three Wolfmen had also reverted to familiar forms.

"Missing Teeth, Star Eyes, and Short Tail..."

Dal felt as if the world had turned magical.

"How did you turn into Wolfmen?"

At that moment, a small pouch slid out of his pocket, seemingly hinting at something.

It was the item given to him by Antili—from the world of Pokemon—Experience Candy M.

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