Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 438 - 308: Outer Perimeter of the Deep Church

Chapter 438: Chapter 308: Outer Perimeter of the Deep Church

"Gold-level adventurers are at the pinnacle of adventurers, scarce in number, immensely powerful, each possessing unique skills."

"The conditions for advancing from Silver to Gold are extremely stringent, requiring passing nineteen trials to finally upgrade. Each successful person is a true prodigy, and Gold-level teams are a formidable force. When they travel on their journeys, legends adapted from their deeds are spread everywhere!"

"Being able to learn from the legendary Hasavi Team is the greatest honor for our Bone Stick Team!"

Sain Dungeon, Punishment Forest, in front of the bonfire at Deep Church.

A burly man with a thick beard and a sturdy build bowed respectfully. From his fingers continuously fiddling with his hem, it was evident he was very nervous.

"It’s our honor!" Behind him, a total of seven people of the Bone Stick Team bowed synchronously to the three people in front of them.

These three were the legendary gold-level adventurers!

"Actually, that’s just the guild’s boasting." "Flash" Fingerley was long accustomed to people’s respectful demeanor, always wearing a lighthearted smile on his face.

"In fact, there are quite a few Gold-level adventurers; a dozen people can pass the trials every year. It’s just that the guild only promotes certain teams, creating the illusion that Gold-level adventurers are few."

"Is, is that so?" The bearded man felt like he had misjudged the situation, cold sweat streaming down.

The Bone Stick Team had just recently been promoted to Silver-level. This time, they happened to encounter Fingerley near the teleportation gate and were as happy as if they had seen an idol, lavishing him with praise. They didn’t expect him to actually agree to let them join him in the dungeon for learning.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how many people get to learn from Gold-level adventurers?

"Don’t be nervous; we’re just human, we won’t eat you." Fingerley turned to look at his two companions and said, "You guys should smile too; they’re scared."

To be honest, Fingerley wasn’t arrogant at all and was very approachable. What truly made the bearded man sweat profusely were the other two.

"Huff... phew..."

The hoarse and heavy breathing echoed nearby. To Fingerley’s left was an unusually tall figure, at least two and a half meters in height, entirely covered in steel armor. Even the gaps between the armor flowed with magic, exuding an icy "keep away" aura. At this moment, the giant armor’s helmet, styled like a bull skull, turned to face the bearded man, scaring him into immediately turning his head to the right.

On Fingerley’s right was an equally bizarre sight: a two-meter-tall tattered straw man. The straw man’s body was adorned with many childlike decorations, seemingly trying to appear friendly, but the constantly bulging straw and sinister smile made it look like a monster that would eat children at night.

If it weren’t for being told that these were two Gold-level adventurers, someone might have mistaken them for monsters. Compared to them, Fingerley’s appearance was refreshingly normal.

The bearded man couldn’t understand the taste of powerful people.

The steel armor was named "Hell’s March" Matilda.

The straw man was named "Vitality Vine" Aleya.

Matilda nodded at the people as a greeting.

Aleya extended two small, white hands from the straw man’s body and made a heart gesture toward the people.

Although they didn’t speak, everyone felt as if they understood these two people’s personalities completely.

"Alright, since we’ve made it in early in the morning, let’s hurry and set off," Fingerley said as he looked ahead at the dark path obscured by dense woods. "Since you want guidance from me, go ahead and take the lead. Let me see your cooperation."

"Eh?"

The bearded man was slightly stunned; he thought they would be following behind the Hasavi Team to watch their performance.

Fingerley saw through his thoughts and smiled, saying, "You won’t learn anything just by watching our battle style; there’s a big gap between us."

These words of truth didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings at all. The bearded man turned to his partners and shouted, "Get in high spirits and show our best side!"

Facing the dim path, the Bone Stick Team adopted a cautious approach. Shield guards holding long spears or short swords walked in front, warriors drew their weapons to watch the surroundings, rangers used their strong perception to search for traps, and apart from piles of harmless wooden barrels in the roadside grass, there was nothing. The magician fired a series of floating light balls forward to serve as light sources.

Judging by their tactics, their coordination was standard and the most common type, with no major issues.

However, the moment after the floating light balls were launched, before the light had a chance to illuminate the surroundings, a fiery arrow shot forth swiftly, perfectly aimed, and suddenly burst all of the floating light balls!

The advantage of these magic floating light balls was that, once fully formed, they couldn’t be destroyed and would disappear automatically as the magic power within them depleted.

However, the stability came with an obvious weakness; before the balls are formed, they are very unstable. If attacked, they would explode like flash bombs, unable to cause harm but would blind people’s eyes.

Generally speaking, the unstable state lasts less than a second and is typically not an issue.

The unexpected attack caused the light balls to flash and burst, forcing the shield guards at the front to close their eyes.