Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 135 - 129: Look Mad Fire Straight in the Eye, Bastard!_2

Chapter 135: Chapter 129: Look Mad Fire Straight in the Eye, Bastard!_2

It’s really hard to guess.

Soon enough, the soldiers affected by the Madness Eye were controlled, and the Magicians began bombarding the City of Flesh again, and even people were flying up trying to get close to it.

Those flying had either been given the Flying Skill by the Magicians or had racial talents like the Bird Beastmen and so on.

It seemed like Roger riding the Female Fire Dragon had also joined the fray.

"This..."

The recovery of the Alliance’s morale was much faster than Doslepo had expected, and he was suddenly at a loss.

Are all of these humans well-tempered warriors? How come they all are so strong-willed!

Feelings of discomfort spread in his heart as he started making the City of Flesh run!

Only fools would continue to summon minions and wear down the Alliance; Doslepo chose to roll on the ground!

With his size rolling on the ground, that’s a true desktop cleaner; anyone rolled over would become a compressed file.

"Watch out for dodge!" someone shouted. Every foot stomp of the City of Flesh was like an earthquake, even the bombardment of the Magic Cannon couldn’t stop it.

The Alliance scattered to avoid it, but there were always those who couldn’t dodge in time, about to be flattened into zip.

"Boom!"

The Impact came, the ground cracked, dust filled the air, but...

The City of Flesh suddenly fell to its knees.

What’s going on?

People were stunned, but upon seeing the City of Flesh unresponsive, they soon revealed sly grins like foxes.

Since you don’t move, don’t blame us for taking advantage when you’re down.

"Kill it! Blast it!"

Atop the City of Flesh, Doslepo looked at the mercenary who appeared before him with a gloomy face.

The City of Flesh was brought down by this person.

"Scram, this is mine," the Cow-horned Helmet Mercenary who stood shoulder to shoulder with Charon earlier was caressing his giant axe.

Doslepo sneered, "Heh, I didn’t think you would join in. I thought you weren’t interested in becoming a general."

The mercenary swung his giant axe down fiercely, while Doslepo casually raised his arm, and their collision actually made a loud clanging sound like steel hitting steel.

"Is it necessary to fight me? So many humans here, why don’t we see who kills faster; we can both score points."

Doslepo seemed to want peace, but the mercenary showed no mercy.

"Gather your subordinates, Doslepo,"

The mercenary exhaled a breath mixed with flames.

"Let’s fight a fair battle, today I will clear out a rival."

Doslepo laughed out of extreme anger, not expecting a fellow army commander would demand a life-and-death duel with him under humans’ siege.

Does this guy have a broken brain? It doesn’t matter; I am stronger than him anyway.

"I’ve long found you disagreeable, so fine, let’s fight to the death today,"

Doslepo looked outside; he had never taken humans seriously from the beginning.

Creating the City of Flesh was just for performance art; with his strength, he could easily confront the Alliance alone.

No one in Bed City could fight him for hundreds of rounds, he could instantly kill the likes of Steeran and other central powers, but he could also be instantly killed by some elite who had not yet made a move.

"Why hasn’t Keje come back yet, what is he dilly-dallying for,"

Watching the Alliance gathered around the City of Flesh like ants, Doslepo released control, letting the behemoth rampage.

He left the words "You wait for me" and rushed to the Val Dungeon.

"Keje! What are you doing!"

As soon as he stepped into the Teleportation Gate, Doslepo roared thunderously, frightening a few Demon Clans hanging around the open space into a trembling mess.

"Where are the others?" Doslepo glared at them with a dark face.

"Ah, ah..."

The Demon Clan opened their mouths but couldn’t make a sound, their eyes darting around, mostly near the Teleportation Gate, and behind them.

"Speak up!"

"They’re inside!"

Doslepo slapped them, and the powerful gust flattened the Demon Clan on the ground, with crisp bone-cracking sounds everywhere.

What the hell are these bastards up to?

Doslepo angrily took a couple of steps, then suddenly stopped.

He sensed a strange atmosphere, his keen perception of danger made him feel that something had changed in the Dungeon.

He was angry, but not stupid.

But before he could become alert, the perception disappeared.

Because Keje came running out of the Bronze Ruins with a panic-stricken face.

He looked normal; there was nothing wrong with him, still that humble bootlicker as before.

"Lord Doslepo! Why have you come here personally?"

"Slap!"

Doslepo slapped him down to the ground, reproachful words came to his lips but were not spoken, ultimately he just said:

"Gather all our brethren, we’ve got troublemakers."

Lessons can wait; winning the battle is what’s most important right now.

Moreover... It hadn’t been long since Keje entered the Dungeon, and the time to organize manpower was a bit rushed; it was his, Doslepo’s, defeat that came too swiftly.

Doslepo turned to leave, wanting to go outside to see the situation, but then Keje said:

"I can’t, my Lord. The brethren have come down with some issues."

"What?"

Doslepo turned impatiently, only to see Keje had somehow moved close to him, head still bowed.

The weird feeling made him frown, but trust in his confidant stopped him from reacting in time.

"Everyone is very sleepy, all asleep now, my Lord, do you perhaps also..."

Keje’s tone became increasingly weird, he suddenly sprung up to grab Doslepo!

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