Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 330 - 248 Final Battle! Fran Undead Team! _2

Chapter 330: Chapter 248 Final Battle! Fran Undead Team! _2

And Fran Fort, the "defense against the Abyss" that Artorias currently exhibits and interests adventurers the most, is the main storyline he came up with after some thought.

Besides, in reality, the role of the "Demon Clan" in the Abyss is only a scapegoat.

When you think about it, everything related to the Abyss is fully integrated within "Dark Souls". Almost every scene in the game can be linked to the Abyss, and even if there isn’t, it can be said that Fire Transmission is to resist the Abyss.

Now that I think about it, choosing to start from Fran Fort from the beginning was absolutely brilliant, and the additional maps to be added later are clear as day.

Fran Fort, Casas Underground Tomb, Cold Valley’s Yilushier, Yanor Londo... they are completely interconnected scenes.

When it reaches Cold Valley, the main storyline can shift to Fire Transmission, and it can connect Dark Souls I and II.

When, in the distant future, the story of Fire Transmission concludes, Gong Qiying will use his creative skills to tie in a Golden Tree and a dream, stitching in some soul-type elements that won’t break the world view.

And those side quests, small ones, can occasionally be added, such as the Mad Dragon of Spiky Mountain and the Dragon Hunter.

"This will be a large-scale project."

Gong Qiying stretched lazily; there’s no hurry in implementing such a large-scale project, for now, what is most worth his attention is tomorrow’s battle.

He has even prepared the Image Stone, looking forward to the splendid performance of the adventurers.

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The next day.

"Plop, plop...."

Boots treading in the sticky, filthy swamp made faint sounds.

Dal looked up at the sky. Fran Fort never had the sunny brightness of a forested area; the sky was always gray and oppressive, with no idea when the sunlight would emerge.

"Nervous?" Gapar’s voice came from the side.

Dal shook his head, his face calm, but only he knew if he was nervous inside.

Ten men and eight wolves walked through Fran Fort. Besides Gapar, everyone was a Fran Guard. The atmosphere was neither dreary nor high-spirited; they’ve walked this path numerous times and fought the boss here countless times. Even though this time they aimed for a decisive battle, it was hard to stir up emotions.

When the number of people entering the dungeon is less than ten, battle pets like wolves take up a person’s position. With a full group of ten, battle pets can also enter the dungeon, but their number should not exceed that of adventurers.

These giant wolves, who also shared the Wolf Blood, seemed to sense today’s mission. They tried their best to raise their heads, but the invisible pressure kept them from lifting them up.

"Gollum..."

At this moment, a loud swallowing sound came from the team, occurring every few minutes, louder than the Curse Frog’s gollum sound.

"Hey, Wesker, calm down a bit. I know you’re nervous." Klan poked the big guy Wesker beside him.

"I, I can’t help it, I’m really... too nervous." Wesker said as he hiccupped again, his timid appearance was a large contrast to his big figure.

"You’re really something, hey, you’re making me nervous as well." Klan’s palms were already sweaty, and so was under his armor.

Their performance was considered good, as others were so tense that their expressions were rigid, not even speaking a word.

Seeing this, Dal could only sigh inwardly, blaming himself in his heart.

He gave a motivational speech last night, but it seemed like he spoke too seriously, causing everyone to feel psychological pressure about today’s battle.

I still need to learn a lot about how to lead a team...

He clapped his hands and said:

"Everyone listen to me, I know I might have put pressure on you yesterday, but..."

Gapar stood beside him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if watching his own child grow up.

Ordinary adventurer teams often tend to publicize their preparation for battling strong bosses to gain popularity, but Dal didn’t do that. He and the Fran Guards didn’t disclose any information about the imminent decisive battle with the Undead Team. Even while entering the dungeon this time, they simply stepped into the Teleportation Gate quietly. In his own words:

"The farewell of a hero needs no clamor, only enough respect."

This was truly well said, so well that Gapar felt he couldn’t have said it himself, not surprising for Dal, who loved the Undead Team the most.

If possible, for this battle, I, as an old man, shouldn’t steal the spotlight much, and leave the stage more for the young ones.

"Oh oh oh!"

At this moment, the Fran Guards suddenly cheered spiritedly, as if sweeping away the oppressive atmosphere.

What exactly did Dal say to make everyone so energized in an instant?

Seeing this fiery scene, even Gapar couldn’t help but feel a bit passionate.

Their steps quickened, familiar with the paths as if they were returning home.

Slaying Monsters, extinguishing bonfires, opening the Wolf Blood Road, worshipping the Ancient Wolf of Fran, and then...

"Bang, bang—"

Behind the gates of Fran Fort, it was again the clash of steel and iron. The Fran Undead Team continued their long "mutual slaughter," purging comrades who had been corrupted by the Abyss.

When will it ever end, this endless battle.

Dal caressed the gate’s carvings, looking back at everyone.

Gapar stood, holding the Linked Star Sword, giving him a thumbs-up with his free hand.

The wolf pack raised their heads, their thick fur blowing in the wind, as if it was on fire.

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