Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 441 - 309 Maggots, Maggots, Maggots_2

Chapter 441: Chapter 309 Maggots, Maggots, Maggots_2

"Urgh!"

The animated corpse suddenly retched, spewing out filthy yellow smoke and yellow-green pus, the stench was overwhelming as the fierce poison snaked through the seams of the armor!

This was nothing compared to Matilda’s armor, which was equipped with Wind Series Magic and Magic Barrier, capable of purifying the air and blocking the poison, but—

A few white maggots squirmed around the viewing slit of her helmet, anxious like children suddenly thrown out of their homes by their parents.

Some unknown mucus dripped from the worms, leaving vivid "water stains" on the helmet in the blink of an eye.

Not just the helmet, she was covered in them.

"..."

The air fell silent; the dainty face behind the visor froze, locking eyes with the maggots wriggling on the helmet.

The latter mustered all its strength and sprayed a mouthful of mucus at her eyes.

"Ahhh!"

How does one describe the extent of Matilda’s anger?

Look at the gravestones.

The hardness of these gravestones is akin to those marking the Great Tomb’s Explosive Path, indestructible to ordinary people. Yet in Matilda’s near-mad frenzy, the surrounding gravestones were all shattered; the last person to pull off something like this was Gapar.

"Hey, hey, calm down, don’t scare the juniors!" Fingerley said this, although he dared not intervene, instead a smile crept up on his lips as he glanced at Aleya, who extended a thumb.

Their meaning was clear: Sain is still that disgustingly wicked Sain.

Several animated corpses hadn’t been completely cleared, and Fingerley prepared to step in, having already drawn his blades, when suddenly the corpses before him bent over in agony.

The maggots mixed with poison spewed at Matilda seemed to signal the beginning, as the animated corpses before Fingerley unexpectedly raised their heads, and suddenly vomited out an overwhelming yellow fog and maggots.

"Tch, I really don’t want to be tainted."

Fingerley’s dual blades danced with a shimmer, fending off the maggots while retreating swiftly, seemingly flawlessly.

Yet that unbearable stench still invaded his nostrils, indescribable in nature, but compared to Fran Fort, this place was a peach orchard.

His brain felt as if dozens of burly men were having a balancing act upon it, he momentarily rolled his eyes, and hands slowed as the maggots cascaded onto him.

At their level, adventurers like them had trained their physical strength and resistance to abnormal states beyond the limits of ordinary people; the poison mist from those animated corpses just now had little effect on him, but...

No one would deliberately train themselves to endure the smell, right?

"Cough cough cough, Aleya, quick, freshen the air!" Fingerley retched instantly, longing for cleaner air more than relief from the bugs on him.

Laughter full of schadenfreude rang from inside the straw man, and its left arm sprouted strange exploding plants that instantly freshened the air, while the right arm extended hundreds of straws that quickly swept the maggots off Fingerley.

"Phew, finally alive again."

Fingerley took deep breaths of the clean air, his complexion gradually improving, feeling as blessed as if by God’s grace, but soon he found humor in it again.

"Dungeon indeed, haven’t been so bedraggled since adventuring on the surface. I feel like I’m back to when I first became an adventurer."

"Are you here reliving childhood memories?" Aleya withdrew her arm, suddenly said "Huh?" and pointed at Fingerley:

"You’ve got wounds on you."

"Wounds are a man’s glory."

"Pah, stop your banter, take a look for yourself."

Fingerley lowered his gaze, his previously cheerful expression slowly sinking as he painfully clenched his eyes shut, exclaiming, "Quick, save me, I don’t want to look!"

He was injured, and it wasn’t an ordinary wound.

Exposed arms, chest, and other places where maggots had nested just now were now marked by small holes.

The holes were small, appearing as if bitten by maggots, yet for some reason, they wouldn’t stop bleeding; originally, such injuries shouldn’t warrant much attention.

Unless there were just too many of them.

Dense, really dense this time, his body covered in densely packed blood holes that would make any trypophobia sufferer drop dead at a glance!

Even though Fingerley wasn’t trypophobic, he couldn’t open his eyes from the disgust.

"Alright, shall I heal you with magic?" Aleya dragged the tone.

Fingerley trembled, taking a step back saying, "Wait, I suddenly remember I have healing potion, I’ll apply it myself, spare your trouble."

"Hmph," Aleya huffed discontentedly.

Those tiny, clustered blood holes, the tactile sensation was physically unsettling, after years of adventure, Fingerley hadn’t felt so sickened in ages, feeling not only nauseous but a bit thrilled.

"Wait..."

As he applied the potion, a sudden realization hit him, and he shouted, "Not good!" as he dodged Matilda raging all over, rushing toward the depths of the cemetery.

These maggots were not ordinary bugs; they drank blood, ate flesh, and caused endlessly bleeding wounds; these animated corpses weren’t as harmless as they seemed!

Thus, the Bone Stick Team was in danger!

Just after circumventing a heap of tombstones and climbing to the cemetery’s upper level, Fingerley’s movements abruptly halted.

No other reason, purely because the scene before him was overly artistic, it stunned him with its beauty.

The Bone Stick Team was battling three [Tomb Guardians] apart from the animated corpses, their agile mobility and ruthless dual blades indicated formidable opponents.

But Fingerley’s attention was on "bearded" Tusi.

He was facing off against an animated corpse; it might be a bit inaccurate to say facing off, it was more like embracing.

Thousands of maggots wriggled out from the animated corpse’s belly, white wormy flows, forming a half-bodied humanoid at the corpse’s abdomen under mysterious forces, looking particularly bizarre.

Now, Tusi, covered in worms, was tightly gripped by that twisted figure, unable to do anything but tremble.

From Fingerley’s perspective, it looked like two lovers in passionate embrace and kiss, oblivious to worldly scrutiny.

At this moment, Fingerley had an epiphany.

He realized why Sain Dungeon set up such animated corpse monsters here in the cemetery.

"So it’s purely to disgust people..."

Fingerley’s spiritual power doubled in force.