Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 138 - 130: The Stars Fall Before My Eyes_2

Chapter 138: Chapter 130: The Stars Fall Before My Eyes_2

Dal’s movements were as agile as a true wolf, nimbly dodging back and forth through the onslaught of attacks. Doslepo couldn’t hit him, yet Dal always managed to leave scars on his body.

Dal’s combat style, rather than being called fighting, would be more aptly described as dance!

This was the highly refined street dance of the Fran Undead Team!

It was originally developed for hunting the ferocious Abyss Monsters, and the Demon Clan were no less monstrous.

A perfect match!

The more Doslepo failed to hit him, the more alarmed he became. Where on earth did this insignificant human learn such exquisite Combat Skills?

It was almost as though they were created specifically to hunt him!

He suddenly felt a sense of crisis, as if continuing the fight might truly lead to his defeat.

"Roar!"

Doslepo’s tail pierced into the ground, and in the next instant, a mass of aberrant tendrils burst from the earth, flailing wildly and instantly forcing Dal and the wolf pack to retreat.

"Damn it, I can’t even exert my full strength!"

Doslepo’s back muscles twisted bizarrely, and he grew a pair of bat wings. Seizing the moment, he suddenly flew out of the battlefield!

The Demon Clan used their bodies as weapons, with the more powerful ones able to freely transform their physiques at will.

Most of them limited their use of magic power to crude direct attacks like Magic Cannons, but there were undoubtedly erudite Magicians among the Demon Clan.

"Trying to flee?"

Dal took a Great Sword from the giant wolf’s mouth and hurled it fiercely, piercing Doslepo’s chest in an instant!

The latter glanced at him with malicious resentment, not bothering to pull out the sword, and flew towards a distant location—seemingly towards the City of Flesh?

Dal immediately mounted the giant wolf and chased after him, determined not to let him escape.

Doslepo’s plan was simple: he wanted to devour the City of Flesh to recover his strength, or at the very least, use it to delay Dal. Given his current condition, without external interference, he was sure he wouldn’t get far.

On the battlefield, the rampaging City of Flesh had entirely turned into a huge mass of sludge. The flesh constantly mutated into various forms, engulfing any creature that approached.

Therefore, the Alliance could only continue to retreat, bombarding it with one magic spell after another.

"Look, there’s something flying in the sky!"

The Alliance quickly noticed Doslepo, and upon confirming it was a member of the Demon Clan, they immediately began a barrage of Magic Cannons.

"Annoying flies,"

Doslepo ignored the magic attacks, already controlling the City of Flesh from afar.

On his command, the City of Flesh split into several large pieces, each rapidly charging towards the Alliance, with one piece hurtling towards Dal.

"It’s that guy’s doing!" someone noticed his actions, yelling, "He can control that Monster!"

Everyone turned to Doslepo, exclaiming in shock.

If it were any other day, he would have stopped to relish the humans’ astonishment, but not today. He needed to absorb that piece of flesh and make a quick escape.

Once he had healed his injuries, he was determined to return and kill all these detestable humans!

"!"

Just then, Doslepo felt an intense sense of imminent danger, as if about to be torn apart by the fangs of a ferocious beast.

He turned sharply, only to see a Great Sword rapidly enlarging in his field of vision!

"Boom!"

Doslepo was smashed heavily to the ground, even creating a crater. Only then did he realize that the people’s shock was not because of him, but because of the person who had knocked him down!

Dal was half-crouching on the ground, one hand grasping the floor, the other shouldering the Fran Greatsword, looking every bit the fierce black beast.

Doslepo coughed up a mouthful of blood, shocked by the severe injury he’d just sustained. "How is it possible? Why has your strength suddenly increased?"

The blow had truly made him see death. Before, Dal wasn’t even close to his strength, so how had it suddenly increased?

Dal’s answer came in the form of his sword and a wolf howl.

The answer was, at that moment, Dal had ignited his Wolf Blood.

As an incomplete Fran Guard, although he gained Wolf Blood, the enhancement it offered became a Talent that required activation and was time-limited, unlike the passive Skills of the Fran Undead Team.

But in the brief moments of burning Wolf Blood, he could boast of being a true member of the Undead Team!

"Damn it!"

Doslepo truly went mad, attacking Dal desperately, but his opponent always managed to evade with an unpredictable and ghostly step.

However, Doslepo couldn’t avoid the onslaught of the Great Sword. He was quickly drenched in blood, and even his regenerative ability was suppressed.

Disbelieving, he was being pushed to this point by a human, with death truly close at hand.

"I, I..."

He was backed into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat. In a daze, he saw a giant wolf opening its abyssal maw towards him.

Doslepo forced a smile, trembling as he spoke:

"Can we make peace?"

Dal shook his head, lifting the Fran Greatsword with both hands, suddenly feeling incredibly liberated. He thought to himself:

Did the Fran Undead Team feel this way when hunting Abyss Monsters?

"Pfft—"

Outside the pit, the flesh monsters descended into utter insanity.

Victory against these monsters was just a matter of time for the Alliance, but!

Without Doslepo’s restraint, their bodies swelled like balloons, with a terrifying force brewing within.

Is this... going to self-destruct!?

"Protective Shields!" the Alliance shouted, but their formation had already scattered, and protective shields couldn’t possibly encompass everyone.

Certainly, many would perish in the explosion!

The flesh monsters swelled larger and larger, and an explosion was imminent when someone pointed to the sky.

"Stars!"

Stars? Where would stars come from in broad daylight? But when they looked up, people were stunned.

Have you ever seen stars falling before your eyes?

Now they had witnessed it.

Meteors, shimmering with a blue light, descended from the sky, splitting into several pieces just before hitting the ground, each striking the flesh monsters with precision!

Wait, even if the flesh monsters were smashed by meteors, wouldn’t they still explode?

As this thought arose in the hearts of the Alliance, a magic barrier suddenly enveloped everyone nearby.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A series of violent explosions occurred on the battlefield, but not a single person perished.

Drew looked at the magic barrier encasing him and suddenly widened his eyes.

"This, this magic power is—"

He turned towards a nearby group, where figures in mage robes were appearing quietly.

They were... the professors from the Magic Association!?

Drew almost thought he was seeing things.

Why were the professors here? Did Count Charon have the resources to call upon the professors to act?

And what was that strange meteor magic? He had never seen such a form of magic before!

It gave the impression... as if it were learned from the stars themselves.

"Gaah!"

A bizarre roar - the flesh monsters hadn’t all perished under the meteor assault; the splattered flesh stubbornly coalesced again, gradually reforming into a gigantic monster.

But with the professors here, such a creature was nothing to fear! Drew was now brimming with confidence.

"Just encountered trouble as soon as I came out,"

At that moment, a voice that Drew found somewhat familiar came from among the professors.

When he finally saw who it was, Drew was not just filled with confidence.

He was considering what to eat in celebration after their victory in the war!

It was a figure, old yet with a straight posture, wearing loose robes that inadvertently revealed well-reforged muscles, yet carried an aura no different from an ordinary person.

Sword Saint Jia Pael drew his longsword from his waist—a merely ordinary sword, which upon closer inspection, seemed like it was just picked up from the battlefield.

He walked slowly, but each step spanned hundreds of meters, until he stood next to the flesh monster.

"So ugly."

Jia Pael said with disdain, casually swinging his sword.

What followed was a dazzling flurry of sword light!

Not far off, Dal lifted a blood-drenched head, watching the sky filled with sword light and remarked:

"So beautiful."