Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 188 - 169: The Summary - , A Battle to the Death Approaches

Chapter 188: Chapter 169: The Summary Chapter, A Battle to the Death Approaches

Seeing the Death Ritual Bird again, what is the New Strategy Group going to do?

Just two words: lure.

"Hey, you bastard, come hit me!"

Luluwo stood on the edge of the cliff, shouting loudly, with the abyss behind her and the howling winds as if desperate to blow her off.

Afraid that her target was too small to be conspicuous, she let her chains loose and continually flapped them, looking like a giant flitting moth.

However, this bizarre act didn’t catch the Death Ritual Bird’s attention; it was intently chasing Berto, who was hopping around not far ahead.

"Captain, help me!"

Berto was panicking to the point of nearly having a heart attack, chased by such a huge Monster; anyone would feel scared.

Moreover, the Death Ritual Bird’s strong "death" aura was eroding the mind constantly, driving one almost insane.

It was toying with its prey, slowing down each time it nearly caught up to Berto, just to keep him in a state of tense, desperate fleeing.

Mila and Asam did think to come to the rescue, but the Death Ritual Bird simply ignored them.

Their attacks landed on the Death Ritual Bird, dealing negligible damage, less than a scratch from a fingernail cutter.

Could this thing even be beaten?

Constantly harassed by flies would annoy even a dead bird, and the deceased attached to its wings raised their spears, a dangerous aura enveloping the entire field in an instant.

Although unsure what was about to happen, they knew to dodge.

A barrage of phantom spears rained down, and being impaled by them would be no small matter.

"Tsck."

Luluwo grimaced ungracefully; she had just wanted to rescue Berto but was also blocked from him by the spear rain.

Berto glanced back, the eerie head of the Death Ritual Bird staring fixedly at him, making his hair stand on end.

Looking ahead, he realized he had almost reached the edge of the cliff.

Wait, the edge of the cliff!

A sudden epiphany hit him, his face set with resolve, and he activated his Combat Skill to increase his speed, charging straight ahead.

It looked as if he was trying to make a desperate escape from the Death Ritual Bird’s attack range.

But the latter wouldn’t let him get away so easily.

The Death Ritual Bird flapped its wings and dove down swiftly in midair, looking to crush Berto into bits with a bird dive!

"Hey hey, fell for it, did you!"

When reaching the edge of the cliff with no escapes, Berto suddenly let out a weird laugh.

Given the current situation, it seemed like he was driven into a corner; the Combat Skill he used was known as "Sky Pit" because it could significantly increase speed, but he wouldn’t stop until the duration of the Combat Skill ended.

If he continued, he’d be over the cliff; running left or right would lead him into the Summoning Spear Ceremony – a dead end without a doubt.

But why was he still able to laugh?

Because the Death Ritual Bird was also charging at him, or rather, towards the cliff!

"HAHAHAHA!"

Berto laughed wildly, embracing his fate with open arms as he plunged over the cliff.

His reckless laughter echoed between heaven and earth, seemingly arrogant.

"Berto!" Luluwo’s eyes filled with tears as she reached out towards him falling off the cliff "I won’t forget your sacrifice!"

"Have you guys become addicted to overacting..."

Mila made a sharp retort, but her eyes filled with expectation when looking at the Death Ritual Bird.

If it really could be killed by the fall, the rewards they would receive would be —

Thus, everyone in the New Strategy Group watched the Death Ritual Bird intently, chanting in their hearts:

Fall down, fall down, fall down!

And just as they had hoped, the Death Ritual Bird reached the edge of the cliff, half of its body already hanging in mid-air!

Fall down!

"Squeak—"

Its claws screeched against the ground, and just when everyone started covering their ears, something desperate happened.

The Death Ritual Bird, it stopped abruptly.

Not just by digging its claws in, but its hook-staff also greatly assisted in the braking.

But still!

"This doesn’t make sense..."

Luluwo murmured in disbelief: "It was about to fall just now, but stopped suddenly as if it had hit something, definitely not just by its claws!"

Indeed, she saw with her own eyes that right before falling, the Death Ritual Bird hit something in the air, preventing it from falling.

In terms of this world, it was as if the Death Ritual Bird had received the blessing of the wind.

If Gong Qiying were to explain, it would mean —

There’s an air wall barrier near the cliff, and it’s there only for Monsters.

Luluwo and the others tried to kill the Death Ritual Bird by throwing it off the cliff, indeed a good method.

But alas, too naive; the Death Ritual Bird indeed had a chance to be killed by falling, but it definitely wasn’t that simple.

As for how to skip class, that’s for adventurers themselves to figure out.

Before long, the New Strategy Group was utterly defeated again.

By the campfire, Luluwo bit her nails, frustratedly saying:

"It’s hard to win against the Death Ritual Bird head-on; it must be significantly weakened to stand a chance of victory, but is it really possible for humans if there’s no weakening at all?"

Gapar: hello.

"We also can’t hope to kill them by falling off; there seems to be a Magic like ’Wind Barrier’ near the cliff, and it doesn’t affect us or give us any way to dispel it."

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