Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 164 - 152: Spinning Charge of the Warrior Pot

Chapter 164: Chapter 152: Spinning Charge of the Warrior Pot

Spinning warrior pot charging forward!

"Wow!" Maru was so startled that she was momentarily at a loss for what to do, completely forgetting to dodge.

You can’t really blame her. When you see a pot as big and tall as a person, spinning and rushing towards you like Galen, the visual shock is enough to replace the thought of "dodge".

"What are you dazing out for!"

Leon quickly pulled Maru behind him and struck the warrior pot with a sword.

"Bang!"

The warrior pot was cut in half... That’s not possible.

No one can stop the spinning charging warrior pot, no one!

"Boss!" Maru suddenly screamed, because Leon was smashed in the face by the warrior pot’s fist and was sent flying!

The wall shook, and as he hit the wall, he slowly slid down like a comedic animated character, his cheek swollen very high, and ah, he rolled his eyes, it seemed like he needed a stretcher.

Watching the warrior pot charging towards her again, Maru’s hair stood on end.

Outside the room, Dal was talking to someone he never thought he’d have any dealings with.

"Your swordsmanship is quite interesting," Gapar, ignoring the dust, sat down directly on the worn-out chair, "but it’s not your own creation, is it?"

Dal nodded a bit reservedly, like a good little baby.

"The form is well imitated, but it lacks some essence," Gapar said something Dal could never have imagined, "Want me to teach you a few tricks?"

"Eh?" Dal looked up incredulously.

"What, not willing?"

"No no no," he first shook his head then nodded repeatedly, saying, "Willing, very willing!"

He really didn’t expect that the famous Sword Saint Gapar would actually offer to teach him swordsmanship. Many people begged to be taught and never got the chance; this tremendous fortune actually fell into his lap.

Gapar was pleased with his response and asked, "So what should you call me now?"

Dal hesitated a moment, "Teacher...?"

"Hmm," Gapar nodded, "then let’s start with the first lesson, giving. Give me your coat."

Dal, puzzled, blinked and took off his coat and handed it to the shirtless Gapar, who had his clothes torn off in a fight with the Sub-human Sword Saint and was still bare-chested.

"Very good, I’ll teach you the second lesson next time," he patted Dal’s shoulder, smiling kindly.

Wait, so you were half-naked not just to look cool?

"Ah!"

Before Dal realized he had been tricked, a scream came from a room—Maru’s scream.

By the time the two arrived, they saw a chaotic scene in the room: Leon lay on the ground waiting for Drew’s rescue, Tal grappling with the warrior pot, and Maru wielding a curved sword behind the warrior pot, seemingly trying to sneak attack, but...

The warrior pot was seamless from behind.

This warrior pot here was an elite individual. Even Tal, who had turned into a green-skin, was overwhelmed in strength, sweating profusely.

But with his restraints, at least he could prevent the opponent from unleashing a tornado attack, leaving Maru to grind away slowly with the Corpse Stripping Curved Sword.

"Uh," Dal stared at this somewhat comical scene and finally stepped up to help smash the warrior pot with his Great Sword.

Maru sat on the ground, gasping for breath heavily, "Heh, heh..." Now she definitely didn’t want to take this kind of pot back home anymore.

She quickly flipped open the Hunting Manual, wanting to figure out exactly what kind of monster this pot with arms and legs was.

[Hunting Manual: Monster Class]

[Name: Warrior Pot]

[Warrior pots from Pot Village are all adorable folks who love peace and value the honor of fighting. Pots and pots make one harmonious and loving big family.]

[The strength of warrior pots comes from the deceased. They incorporate the bodies of recognized heroes into themselves and thus inherit their power and honor, and it is considered an honor for people to be chosen by warrior pots after death.]

[However, there are also evildoers from other places among the warrior pots...]

After reading the description, Maru looked at the warrior pot with an eerie expression.

Just now, when the warrior pot was smashed, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. She had thought that was just the warrior pot’s internal organs, thinking it was a creature that just external looked like a pot, but...

It turned out that all those contents were bodies!

She couldn’t help but step back a few paces, unable to accept the stark contrast of the rather simple-looking warrior pot collecting bodies.

Even though both the warrior pot and the deceased felt it was a good thing, it appeared somewhat strange to bystanders.

However, this backstory explains very well why warrior pots appear in the graveyards.

Dal picked up an item from the ground amid the blood and flesh.

[Raw Meatball]

"[The raw meatballs have a strong taste and are on the verge of spoilage, the perfect time to consume them. They can invigorate those who eat them but will also cause slight intoxication.]

He looked at Leon lying on the ground and finally stuffed it into his mouth since Drew had run off somewhere and was not back yet.

Then he poured a Detoxification Potion into him. All the Healing Potions on Dal had been used up, leaving only some detox potions.

After swallowing the raw meatballs, Leon slowly woke up, ’Why does my mouth taste salty? What did you guys feed me?’

Maru wanted to speak but stopped, she and Dal looked at each other and Dal shook his head.

Okay, let this matter become a secret.

At this time, Drew finally hurried back. He had been examining the layout of these rooms, some of which contained books—an exceptionally important find.

Unfortunately, most books were unreadable for various reasons, and those that could barely be perused contained no useful information.

Those who appreciate studying history would definitely not overlook these books. Drew thought as such and planned to release news about these books once they left.

The team re-equipped themselves and continued to delve deeper.

The entire exploration process was a continuous descent, and they often encountered downward circling stones or ladders, making it feel as though they had ventured profoundly underground.

The deeper they went, the more traces of the Abyss they discovered. Sticky and dirty black substances began to appear on the edges of the map and even on the bodies of Monsters. Every Monster infected by the Abyss became extremely aggressive.

Is this Sain Dungeon’s indirect way of increasing the difficulty?

As they ventured deeper, the map gradually transitioned from interconnected small rooms to bare structures, and eventually to rough mine-like scenes, as if to suggest that the deeper they went into the burial area, the more desolate it became.

’The deeper we go, the less trace of humanity,’ Drew analyzed profoundly, ’The Dungeon is warning us that powerful Monsters lie in the deepest parts.’

Everyone agreed, feeling his analysis was accurate.

However, these were just ordinary uses of Material Reuse...

Gapar seemed a bit bored; the monsters here were not even worth his chopping.

The Monsters in Meat Pigeon were more interesting to fight, they were moderately challenging and had a sense of combat thrill, he really wanted to challenge the Sub-human Sword Saint again.

No, I need to focus on finding the Tear-Drop Embryo.

He hasn’t mentioned to Leon and the others that he won’t be staying too long in Bed City this time.

The matter of the Tear-Drop Embryo was indeed very important to him, but there were other matters waiting for him; he would only stay here for about a week.

If he couldn’t find the Tear-Drop Embryo within this week, perhaps he could ask someone else to farm it for him, like his daughter.

"Boss, there’s something up ahead!" Maru, like a little radar, was often the first to spot trouble.

Walking further would lead them down a staircase, and the space below was crowded with Monsters, but their behavior was somewhat unusual.

They seem to be... attacking other Monsters?

The Monster under attack looked familiar, precisely a large Warrior Pot!

But unlike the individuals they had encountered at the beginning, this Warrior Pot’s surface was covered with cracks, seemingly proving it had sustained numerous injuries.

It desperately held against a small door, using its body to block the invading monsters, but at the cost of being unable to counterattack, or rather, it had no strength left to counterattack.

The Warrior Pot trembled, looking pitiable.

"Should we help him?" Maru said sympathetically, "But if he dares to attack us, we’ll kill him too."

"Okay."

While still undetected by the monsters, Drew began an intense and exhilarating Spell chant, leveraging the terrain for a clear view, and hit every target with either Magic Missiles or other spells!

"Ow! Ow!"

The Monsters cried out miserably, and the Warrior Pot seemed to have never expected help, freezing momentarily.

Only when Leon and the others approached did he show some response.

Leon held his Longsword tightly, staring intently at the Warrior Pot in front of him, ready to kill without hesitation if the other party made any reckless moves.

But this Warrior Pot felt different from other Monsters; it seemed less savage.

Could it be possible to communicate?

At that moment, the Warrior Pot shifted its body to clear the path, revealing behind it a door from which many similar essences emanated.

He swung his arm, motioning for the group to enter the room, but once everyone entered, they found it to be just a normal room. Where were those essences similar to the Warrior Pot coming from?

The Warrior Pot tapped on the wall, and suddenly, a Hidden Door appeared.

Beyond the door was a completely different scenery.

It was still a graveyard, but it didn’t feel gloomy. Warm light illuminated the area, there was even green grass and fresh flowers?

With these flowers, the graveyard almost resembled a park.

Maru gaped and looked deeper, suddenly noticing several small figures.

A group of smaller Warrior Pots was playing around the flowers?