Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 134 - 129: Look Mad Fire Straight in the Eye, Bastard!

Chapter 134: Chapter 129: Look Mad Fire Straight in the Eye, Bastard!

City of Flesh built from blood and sinew—perhaps now more fittingly called a Monster—stood towering over the land.

The overwhelming Holy Light descended from the heavens, enveloping the City of Flesh like an energy blast, its gentle radiance revealing its formidable strength, rapidly melting any flesh that came in touch with its glow.

But as the light dissipated, the City of Flesh still stood, seemingly having taken heavy damage, its size reduced by a notch, yet it still stood sixty to seventy meters tall.

This thing should be called Ultraman at this size.

Its surface split open into hundreds of gaping maws, some wailing, some shrieking, some murmuring incoherently, a chaotic cacophony that rattled the soul and stirred irritability.

"Yee—"

Suddenly all its mouths let out a deafening scream, spewing out a mass of sticky crimson substance, as if the skies were raining blood.

Though uncertain of the substance’s effects, the Alliance promptly erected a defensive shield.

The blood rained down, corroding the shield with a squealing sound the moment they touched, thankful for its protection, lest they be perforated by the downpour.

Yet those blood substances on the ground suddenly began to amalgamate, forming grotesque Monsters that launched an assault on the people.

The classic big boss fight spawns smaller minions.

The Holy Light Church was a professional at dealing with Monsters, under the captain’s lead, the whole Holy Light Knight Order wielding weapons, blessed by the Holy Light, charged into battle like descending angels.

"Why can’t I see Albud?" questioned Steeran amidst the battlefield. She remembered that the Holy Light Knight who followed them through the Sain Dungeon was the deputy captain.

But now it appeared that the position of the deputy was occupied by a young stranger.

"He’s among those people," Roger, who was sustaining the defensive shield, pointed towards the ordinary Holy Light Knights with their faces obscured by helmets and found the time to say:

"A lofty young master parachuted in from the Royal City, displacing his position, so now he’s just an ordinary Holy Light Knight."

"What the hell, that’s so unfair!"

"The nobles of the Royal City hold the real power."

Steeran fell silent, then she heard an adventurer beside her exclaim:

"How do we fight such a huge Monster? If it rolls around we’d all be crushed to death!"

"Why not lure it towards Bed City? Such a giant won’t be able to enter through the gates, right? When I was in Sain, I relied on being stuck at the gates to shoot and kill a giant bear arrow by arrow!"

"Are you out of your mind? This thing’s taller than the walls of Bed City!"

"Oh, so should we lead it into the Sain Dungeon instead?"

"...Idiot."

As they spoke, new combat orders were issued.

Foot soldiers were of no use against such a large Monster; at times like these, they could only place their hopes on magic.

It was crucial to protect the Magicians, but they couldn’t cluster together—otherwise, if the City of Flesh charged over and trampled everyone, they would all perish.

Therefore, the Magicians, guarded by guards, were divided into various groups spread out to maintain mobility while ensuring the potency of their spells.

The Magicians collectively fired their pure Magic Cannons at the City of Flesh, blasting blooms of explosions on its surface.

This meant that the City of Flesh had no defenses on its surface, and the constant barrage of Magic Cannons would undoubtedly be its demise!

Reinvigorated by this hope, yet in this moment, the City of Flesh displayed a new kind of activity.

It still wailed and howled, but this time its entire body shot out countless red beams, nearly blinding everyone in an instant.

Damn, this is Handcrafted Geng! No, it’s the Destruction Dragon Gandola!

Under the endless red glare, it seemed as if a party of mercenaries had valiantly charged toward the City of Flesh on horseback.

However, as the light intensified, they could only see the mercenaries plunging in, with no way to discern their actions or fate.

"Bro, I can’t see a thing! Hey, hey, why are you hitting me!?"

In the wake of that Flash, nearly half of the Alliance fell into a frenzy, attacking their allies indiscriminately, unable to distinguish friend from foe!

The City of Flesh seemed to fall into a temporary weakness after this outburst, standing still without moving.

"Hehehe,"

Doslepo admired his own masterpiece; he had not gone to great lengths to create such a behemoth for naught. As long as he was connected to this thing, his Unique Talent, Madness Eye, would be greatly amplified.

This behemoth of a City of Flesh, created by twisting and merging lifeforms as sacrifices through a Demon Clan ritual, was in its essence a member of the Demon Clan.

Such Demons born from rituals are known as New Demons, and are often incredibly powerful. Yet Doslepo had not created it to craft some super soldier, but for—

Performance art.

In pursuit of higher scores, of climbing the ranks, he needed to make a big splash!

Destroying several cities with a vast and powerful Monster would certainly bring him fame, and the Priests would definitely look at him in a new light; the very thought was delightful.

But as he chuckled, Doslepo suddenly stopped laughing, sensing something off.

Down below, the Alliance was dealing with the deranged, a scene of chaos.

But for some reason, the adventurers seemed to have resistance to the Madness Eye, the frenzied were mostly guards who could easily be knocked out with a slap.

How very strange, only those who constantly train their minds should be able to resist madness—where did these adventurers train their spiritual power?