Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 334 - 249 Ember King_2

Chapter 334: Chapter 249 Ember King_2

Then, he lost consciousness, and at the last moment, he seemed to see the Undead Team charging towards the Sword Saint.

Ah, in the end, I still failed...

Dal’s mental state was unexpectedly calm. He accepted his failure with equanimity. Rather, this challenge allowed him to see the Ember King, which made the trip worthwhile even if he died.

He still had to say, the Undead Team was truly impressive.

The world before his eyes gradually sank into darkness. If nothing went wrong, the next part should be the formulaic "consciousness gradually fading" and then waking up at the bonfire.

However, a small flame suddenly ignited before his eyes, burning away the entire canvas of darkness, revealing a whole new scene before him.

He saw the interior of Fran Fort from a bird’s-eye view. The Undead Team was fighting. Was it with Gapar?

No, that person wasn’t Gapar!

Dal’s eyes widened as he realized this was a new vision being shown to him.

Inside the fortress, the one battling the Undead Team was a stranger clad in full armor.

Wait a moment, I think I’ve seen this person somewhere before.

He remembered. The person fighting the Undead Team before him... I saw him in the Painting World "Hawkwood," the one who planted the Spiral Sword into the bonfire!

I recall Hawkwood calling him "Ash"? What a strange name, does it have some special meaning?

As he watched, Dal’s expression suddenly froze.

Because Ash alone had knocked the Undead Team to the ground, watching the opponent merge with Wolf Blood and transform into the Ember King, then starting the second phase of the battle.

Defeating the first phase alone, this was something Gapar could barely achieve, but what happened next was beyond mere effort.

He felt the same shock as when he first saw the White Wolf defeating the Full Moon Queen—Ash remained unscathed under the Undead Team’s assault, even moving effortlessly!

The fatal slashing of the Undead Team... was actually parried by Ash with a small round shield!?

Ash dodged minor attacks with precise movement, rolled to evade powerful strikes, and countered with simple sword slashes in between the Undead Team’s attacks. His tactics were plain to the extreme, yet executed to perfection, maintaining no damage so far!

In utter disbelief, Dal’s eyes were glazed.

Such a powerful Undead Team, such fierce flames, and yet...

At the end, when Ash secured victory and saluted the fallen foes, Dal couldn’t help but open his mouth and exclaimed:

"...Ah?"

What just happened?

I didn’t fast-forward, I didn’t even blink. How did the battle suddenly end?

This... did Ash just win?

"What did I just see?"

He could hardly believe it. Why could such a straightforward battle defeat the Ember King? If it were just about rolling, he could do that too!

His mind: I’ve learned it.

His hands and feet: No, you haven’t.

"No no no, it can’t be that simple," he suddenly shook his head, murmuring to himself:

"They say in ancient times, gods descended into the mortal world choosing avatars, as gazing at their true forms would cause irreversible damage to human minds. So... I understand, this vision must have been altered to protect my sanity. The real battle must be far more intense and magnificent!"

This was probably his way of escaping reality, but.

Dal saw the fallen Undead Team sighing in relief, and Ash, who defeated the Ember King, showed enough respect. This might be the best ending for the Undead Team, already eroded by the Abyss.

Suddenly, he felt a bit jealous of Ash, envious of why he wasn’t the protagonist of this vision, really envious.

"Dong—dong—"

The sound of bells rang from an unknown source, and the vision suddenly vanished. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still inside Fran Fort.

But in the center of the area, something he had never seen before appeared, a throne?

The Undead Team was seated on the throne, weapons piled around him, weak flames winding around his body. He hung his head, looking as if he were in a deep sleep.

"What is this?"

Dal tried to approach, but found an invisible force field preventing him from touching this [Fire Transmission Throne].

He had seen thrones like this in Hawkwood’s memories, and there seemed to be a total of five?

Looking at the throne, Dal felt a sensation in his heart, perhaps this represented "Fire Transmission"?

"Didn’t I die, why am I still here?"

"Because we won, maybe."

Gapar’s voice suddenly came, and when Dal turned around, he saw that Gapar and a few Fran Guards were unharmed and present.

"It seems we only needed to defeat the first form to consider it a victory. The final appearance of the Ember King was perhaps just for us to witness the true form of the Undead Team. This dungeon never intended for us to defeat him."

Gapar sighed, as if aging several years in an instant. "Releasing an unbeatable foe to crush people’s hopes, that’s quite a mean streak."

He clutched his chest; in the battle with the Ember King, he barely lasted dozens of rounds before being torn apart, dying a pitiful death.

Not only did he die, but the disparity in power almost shattered his will. His proud swordsmanship and physique were worthless against stronger power. He even began to question the purpose of his years of training.

And what exactly is the origin of Sain Dungeon that could summon such a powerful existence?

It would take a hundred-man battle to even compare with the Ember King’s Undead Team.

"Sigh..."

He sighed again, looking at the Undead Team on the throne, intuitively guessing that as the first passers, their actions might cause some change in Fran Fort.

Just then, the fort suddenly trembled. Everyone looked towards the source of the tremor, and saw the deepest part of the fort opening a path leading underground!

An eerie, evil aura continually emanated, foreboding something ominous.

But as they intended to move closer to investigate, magical words suddenly appeared before them.

[To the fearless heroes and warriors, this is the reward for defeating a formidable enemy for the first time. Accept this blessing]

A powerful soul manifested before everyone present, and a light touch would reveal its information.

[Wolf Blood Soul]

[A warped soul imbued with power. It can grant many souls upon use or be transformed to extract its power]

[The souls of the Wolf Blood Watchers, their souls are also the souls of the Master of Wolf Blood]

"Is this the soul of the Undead Team?"

Dal held the large soul mass solemnly, filled with respect.

Should he use it at the bonfire like the souls he obtained before?

There was no need to do so.

For when he held the soul close to the Fire Transmission Throne, an ancient voice sounded.

"To transform the warped soul, and gain their power?"

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