Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 332 - 248 Final Battle! Fran Undead Team! _4

Chapter 332: Chapter 248 Final Battle! Fran Undead Team! _4

Romantic!

"Hurraah!"

Gapar at this moment had mustered all his strength; gusts of wind, sparks, thunder—everything possible in the heat of battle erupted simultaneously!

The moment was crucial, the most decisive of all. When the Sword Saint showed a brief lapse and was about to be struck at his vulnerability, he instantly activated a combat skill, transforming into starlight and flashing into the sky. Dal led everyone to press the attack, and their united efforts produced an offensive no less formidable than the Sword Saint’s.

Lightning entwined around the Fran Guard’s weapons. They had followed the advice of a certain store manager, which proved to be especially effective.

The Undead Team’s weakness was showing; his physical condition—or rather, his resilience—was too fragile compared to others of equal strength. When everyone attacked simultaneously, with magic and weapons striking, he inevitably sustained injuries. Once the damage accumulated to a certain extent, he would become rigid.

The Undead Team was at a disadvantage, caught in a precarious situation.

But so what? Strength is the reason power reigns supreme.

Ignoring his injuries, he swung his great sword wildly, causing the Fran Guards to bleed while simultaneously clearing the surroundings for himself.

His combat style grew increasingly feral, his fighting posture elegant and unpredictable, akin to a crazed wolf.

The first casualty appeared, followed by the second, the third...

A wild figure that instilled fear in the hearts of enemies.

The Sword Saint fought with all his might, desperately holding back the onslaught, while the others in this clash of titans also labored to preserve themselves.

Countless scars appeared on the Undead Team’s body, but heedless of the pain, like a berserker, he shattered enemy weapons and bodies alike!

Corpse pieces and blood whirled and darted under immense force!

Gapar too gave his all, the slashing attack aimed at the Full Moon reappeared!

Sword lights surged, and the wind exploded!

The adventurers’ mutilated bodies scattered and drifted, turning to flying ash mid-air before returning to the bonfire, while those barely breathing had their throats slit by blade-like wind blades.

The pressure and grandeur of this scene matched the descending Full Moon in intensity!

Magic has its splendor, and the Undead Team—has his wolf blood and wildness!

As the sixth casualty fell, the Undead Team plunged the Fran Greatsword into the ground, letting out a weary breath.

At this moment, his body was covered in scars. On closer inspection, the majority were inflicted by the magic-imbued Linked Star Sword, with only a few from the Fran Guard.

"Finally exhausted, huh..."

Gapar’s left arm hung limp, clearly broken, no longer able to wield a weapon. Not even the Sub-human Sword Saint had ever inflicted such an injury on him.

Even facing the Full Moon Queen at the academy, apart from her Full Moon move, her other techniques had never severely injured him!

In this battle, he felt content!

The Crescent Sky Charge, which had once slashed off one-sixth of the Full Moon Queen’s health bar, struck the Undead Team thrice here, with none of the strikes being blocked.

One must know, the Queen had high magic resistance, which diluted much of the sword qi that could have cut off a third of the health bar. The Undead Team had no such defense.

He had taken the full force of the slashes, without any mitigation!

Gapar’s right hand, holding the sword, was also trembling. Three full-power sword qis was his limit; he couldn’t swing the sword again anytime soon. If the Undead Team stood up again, he would have no means to resist.

There are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens. He fully understood the meaning of this phrase from today’s battle.

I... must continue to train.

Dal supported himself with the great sword, standing up. His entire body was a bloody mess, with large and small wounds covering him. An ordinary person would have long been dead.

Yet he stood up by sheer will, walking toward the Undead Team.

This was the first time he saw the Undead Team being pushed to such an extent, a chance that must not be missed.

And the Undead Team, as Dal approached, also stood up.

Both were the only ones still capable of action. At this moment, Gapar shouted:

"Go."

"Go now!"

Dal’s face twisted into a fierce expression, and with near-broken hands gripping the Fran Greatsword, he launched the decisive charge.

The Undead Team mirrored the movement. In this instant, any technique was useless—what mattered was pure spiritual power!

The Fran Guards had fallen but with a breath left, they shouted, and the giant wolves howled in unison.

"Squish—"

The sound of steel piercing through flesh and bone.

Dal’s knee buckled, he staggered a few steps forward, then knelt to the ground. The Fran Greatsword that pierced his chest supported him from collapsing, but he couldn’t stand.

All the shouting from the crowd suddenly ceased.

Did I... succeed?

Dal wanted to turn around to verify, but couldn’t; his limbs were quickly losing warmth, and his eyelids trembled uncontrollably.

But right then, a similar thud sounded behind him, followed by the cheers of the crowd.

Could it be!

Dal’s eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, the remaining fragments of teeth mixed with bits of viscera and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.

There was no further movement from the fallen Undead Team behind him, signifying...

We won!

"Hah, hah..."

Dal tried to make a sound, but his throat was like a worn-out bellows, only able to produce fragmented gasps.

He could feel a potent and fiery soul surging towards him, as if this powerful soul was being absorbed by him; since entering the Sain Dungeon, he had never received such a powerful soul.

Joy filled him, but when his gaze fell on the ground where the Undead Team member lay, tears streamed down, washing over his dust-laden face.

To him, the Fran Undead Team held an exceptionally special meaning; it wasn’t an exaggeration to say it had given him a new lease on life. He had dreamt countless times of joining the Undead Team.

And now, with Gapar’s help, they could finally help the Undead Team escape from the endless battles and bring him a moment of peace.

When would Dal finally be able to accomplish something like this on his own?

"There’s no need to fight anymore..."

He exhaled deeply, his final obsession resolved, life ebbed away rapidly.

But in a daze, he seemed to see the blood in front of him floating up.

Floating up?

His consciousness snapped back, but he realized that the floating blood was not from him, but from the fallen members of the Undead Team.

This wolf blood was being drawn by some power, converging behind him, and the only one he could think of who might qualify to draw this blood was—

"Boom—"

Intense flames blazed behind him.

Dal felt as if he was inside a furnace.