Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 127 - 122: Sharing Wolf Blood, Inheriting Fran

Chapter 127: Chapter 122: Sharing Wolf Blood, Inheriting Fran

"Awooo!"

At the sight of the Ancient Wolf of Fran, the Wolfmen reverted to their original forms, their heads bowed and emitting submissive whimpers.

Though the Ancient Wolf was in slumber, its majesty remained intact.

"Do not fear," Dal smiled and patted the wolves, "Go to the back. My appearance might be quite horrific soon."

"Whimper..."

The Wolf pack nuzzled his calves and lay down by his side, refusing to leave no matter how much he urged them away, a stubbornness revealed in their howling.

"Why are you as stubborn as mules,"

Dal could only give up helplessly, and as he gazed at the motionless Ancient Wolf of Fran before him, he knelt on one knee in front of it.

At this point, all the mental preparations had been made, and though it was impossible not to feel fear, it was unknown whether he could return to normal after becoming a monster.

But more than the fear of becoming a monster, he feared losing the familiar things around him.

Whether it be the Wolf pack or the people he would form relationships and connections with, now or in the future.

To protect his future friends and strangers he does not yet know from the ravages of the Demon Clan, he must accept the power of Wolf Blood.

"Thinking about it this way, it feels quite heroic, like a legendary hero."

Dal couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that if he ever wrote a memoir in the future, he definitely needed to include this cool statement.

Perhaps a hundred years later, when he had turned to bones, there would be girls who admired him and came tearfully to his grave to offer flowers after reading his memoirs.

He looked at the Ancient Wolf of Fran and the tombstone behind it, wondering who was it that the Ancient Wolf guarded.

[Would you like to form an oath and become a Fran Guard?]

Without the slightest hesitation, he made the oath.

Unlike Sun Warriors, being the second covenant discovered by people, the Fran Guards only needed to kill the intruding disturbers of peace within the region of Fran Fort.

The Sun Oath provides no benefit to the Sun Warriors at its inception, maybe just like the plain Solar, the Sun Warriors needed to forge their own path of light and warmth with their bare hands.

The Ancient Wolf of Fran, however, would grant people Wolf Blood, and those who withstand its trial could enhance their strength substantially, in theory, no different from the Fran Undead Team.

If one could gather all the Wolf Blood from every member of the Undead Team, perhaps they could even awaken the power of the Ember King!

But if one were to fail, the outcome would be to become one of the mutant corpses burned at the roadside of Fran Fort.

Dal’s breath involuntarily grew heavier as he made a prayerful gesture toward the Ancient Wolf of Fran.

Dark blood seeped from the skin of the Ancient Wolf of Fran, as if controlled by some force, it slowly climbed onto Dal’s body and infiltrated it.

There was not much Wolf Blood, but it was enough to transform his body.

Dal’s body trembled as he felt an ancient power rising within him, and suddenly a giant wolf appeared before his eyes, biting onto a Great Sword, swinging with sharp moves that could only be replicated with a wolf’s body in the tranquil clearing.

Was this the youthful look of the Ancient Wolf of Fran? No, it seemed more like that of its ancestors.

Watching the giant wolf’s figure, Dal couldn’t help feeling that he might also be able to perform the same moves.

This was memory etched into the Wolf Blood.

However, just as he was getting into the zone, feeling as if he was becoming the giant wolf himself, an indescribable pain surged up!

"Uh, ahh!"

Dal hugged his body tightly, his body swelling rapidly, not the kind of transformation Tal underwent, but a more bizarre mutation!

Messy manes grew out of his body, muscles tore and reformed, insanity, and chaos appeared in his eyes.

Could it be that he was not going to make it?

Dal’s mind was in disarray due to the Wolf Blood, and at this moment, a phantom fire blazed before him—an image from his childhood.

He could have had a carefree childhood and a loving, harmonious family, but it was all destroyed by a fire—a fire unleashed by the Demon Clan.

The Chester family, Dal originated from this family of Beast Tamers.

They lived in the wilderness, far from the city because of their beast-taming needs, never anticipating an attack from the Demon Clan.

To this day, Dal was still haunted by those demons in his nightmares.

Blood and fire, burning and wailing, the wild roars of beasts, and the sneers of demons.

He was the final survivor, shivering and hiding inside a cupboard, yet he was still dragged out to meet the leader of the Demon Clan.

It was a diminutive demon with pale skin and a head embedded with large purple gems.

It pierced Dal’s left arm and left a viscous substance within his flesh that made life worse than death, a wound that ached faintly to this day.

"Hmm... It would be quite dramatic to be eaten by the Wolf pack I spend my days with,"

Saying so, he tossed Dal into the howling Wolf pack and turned away to leave.

"If you’re lucky enough to survive, try coming after me, Doslepo, for revenge. Whether you’re killed by me or I by you, it’s bound to be a fine piece of drama, hehehehe..."

The wolf pack didn’t devour Dal. They smartly disguised themselves as frenzied beasts, which is how they survived under the hands of the Demon Clan, and also protected their young master.

The slime that remained on Dal’s left arm was licked away by the wolves, at the cost of several wolves losing their tongues forever. To this day, these ancient wolves, who have lived a long time, are still on the farm, receiving meticulous care from Dal.

And so, Dal and the wolf pack depended on each other for life, up until today.

Is this a life flashing before my eyes? Am I turning into a monster?

Dal’s will wanted to persist, but his body was undergoing an apparently irreversible transformation, and his feeble willpower was utterly unable to withstand the Wolf Blood.

"Sigh..."

He seemed to hear that sigh from the Fran Undead Team again—if he couldn’t even pass the test of the Wolf Blood, probably the other wouldn’t even give him a sigh.

Persist, I must keep going.

"Awooo!"

Just then, a wolf howl resounded. It wasn’t from the memory of a great wolf, but from his own wolf pack.

They opened their maws and bit down on Dal’s body, their sharp fangs puncturing his skin, and blood poured out!

What’s happening to the wolf pack? Did they treat Dal as the enemy because his appearance was becoming too bizarre?

No, absolutely not. No matter how much Dal’s appearance changed, the connection between him and the wolf pack was a deeper bond.

Then...

Dal suddenly felt that his body wasn’t in as much pain.

Not only that, the mutations happening to his body were actually reversing, twisted muscles returning to normal, fur shedding, the pain persisted, but as long as he gritted his teeth, he could endure it.

However, at this moment, he heard the painful whimpers of the wolf pack. Looking down, he saw blood at the corners of their mouths, and their limbs twitching uncontrollably.

In this instant, Dal understood what the wolves had done.

They had shared his Wolf Blood, bearing the trial together!

This way, even if they passed the trial, Dal wouldn’t gain much power, not enough to reach the level of the Fran Undead Team, but...

It’s still better than becoming a monster!

As long as he was with the wolf pack, they could also be called the Fran Undead Team!

Dal clenched his teeth, resisting madness with willpower, and so did the wolf pack.

Time passed, until everything settled.

"Thump."

Dal collapsed to the ground, powerless, but in human form—ahead of the wolf pack who had lost their strength sooner, but each with a clear gaze.

This meant that they had all withstood the test of the Wolf Blood!

They could now call themselves the Fran Guard!

A strand of Wolf Blood Sword Grass slowly fell in front of him. For the Fran Guard, it was as important as the Sun Badge was to Sun Warriors.

Slay the invaders, protect the peace of the Undead Team.

Offer the Wolf Blood Sword Grass to receive a gift from the ancient wolf.

A piece of information appeared in Dal’s mind, and he suddenly smiled.

Protect the peace of the Undead Team? He couldn’t do that now because...

He himself was about to disturb the peace of the Undead Team.

Before long.

Battle cries erupted in front of the gates of Fran Fort, as the fight between the Soul-sucking Ghosts and the Gollums was as intense as ever.

Dal and the wolf pack weaved through the chaos of war, whether it was Soul-sucking Ghosts or Gollums, anyone who dared to attack him was met with resistance.

Until at last, the noisy crowd was left behind, and he strode up to the gate of the fortress.

This time, there was no endless fighting behind the door, and the last of the Fran Undead Team rose wearily to their feet, facing Dal as if waiting for his challenge.

Dal?

He raised his Longsword level, bowed his head slightly...

Giving the last of the Abyss Watchers the undead salute.

The Fran Undead Team seemed to sense something, pausing slightly.

And they too offered the ancient courtesy to the newcomer.

"Clang! Clang!"

The clash of metal on metal once again resounded within the fortress.

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