Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 470: After modification - 325 Lion Ring, Smough’s Hammer_2

Chapter 470: After modification: Chapter 325 Lion Ring, Smough’s Hammer_2

Just now everyone went to check on the little boy’s condition. All is well; other monsters have reappeared, but the hound barking madly at the boy’s door hasn’t been revived.

Everyone felt a bit relieved.

When entering the house again, they learned from their experience and planned to take on the Silver Knights one by one. Unfortunately, apart from the one admiring the paintings, the other three Silver Knights were intrinsically linked and acted in unison. They couldn’t find a way to separate them.

After dealing with the painting-admiring Silver Knight, Leon cleverly used the terrain to banish one Silver Knight downstairs via lift. The trick was to lure the Silver Knight into the lift with Leon’s marathon tactic, jump out at the descending moment, throw a Black Flame Pot to push the Silver Knight out of the lift, and swiftly pull up the lever to bring up the now-empty lift.

There was also a lever downstairs, and one wondered whether the Silver Knight would use it. However, it wasn’t until they used their marathon tactics to deal with another Silver Knight that the one lured downstairs came rushing back up.

It was confirmed that Silver Knights could also use lift levers.

Leon held a high opinion of the Silver Knights. While they might not be individually stronger than the Black Knights, they were more dangerous in coordinated action. Each Silver Knight could freely switch between ranged and melee combat, adapting their tactics according to the situation. If not for their susceptibility to the Enemy Attraction Skull, Leon almost thought he was fighting another adventurer party.

Apart from tactics, Silver Knights were adept at utilizing the power of Thunder Enchantment; their swords crackled with light flashes wherever they went, and they had high hardness and resilience, not as great as Black Knights, but definitely tougher than the disgraceful Pope Knights.

"Boom! Boom!"

The forceful attacks of the Silver Knights carved deep marks into the ground. Leon dared not directly engage them, only finding chances to land a few blows.

Fortunately, with his comrades’ coordination, the last Silver Knight ultimately fell to the Strategy Group.

"They, they, phew..."

Leon plopped down to the ground, panting heavily. After all this ordeal, each of them was quite ready to level up at the bonfire; it felt like ages since their last upgrade.

Everyone was worn out, guessing it might almost be time for the dungeon to close. They felt a strong urge to just lie there until they got kicked out.

However, getting kicked out would mean losing their souls. Even for the souls’ sake, they had to muster their strength to get up and search the vicinity for any bonfire. If there wasn’t one nearby, they would have to make the long journey back to the bridge bonfire.

The souls were like a heavy mountain pressing on them, a burden that made them wary of becoming slackers.

Maru, still young and energetic, wandered around the house. The costly furnishings were wrecked during the earlier battle, making her quite distressed. Those pieces of furniture would likely have been favored by the aristocrats in the outside world.

The walls were adorned with paintings ranging from scenes to portraits to abstract symbols. Maru looked for a long time but only recognized the painting of Yilushier.

In the center, there was a beautiful portrait of a dignified lady that seemed to have enraptured the Silver Knights. Who she was remained a mystery, only giving off an air of nobility. How noble exactly?

These paintings were unlike those in Reyalucaria, with no textual descriptions, leaving people to guess.

After wandering around, Maru discovered something new behind the wall with the portrait of the beautiful lady.

"Everyone, come over here. There are three treasure chests!"

The three chests lined up in a row, with abundant rewards. This was the moment for people to start cheering.

But Leon and the others were unprecedentedly silent, looking left and right, asking, "Should we open them?"

One of the known rules of the Sain Dungeon was that treasure chests might not necessarily be Treasure Box Monsters, but when they appeared in groups, there was definitely a trap!

"How about I try it with the Mage’s Hand first."

Drew carefully opened a chest from a distance. When a purple light point appeared in front of them, everyone visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

[Goddess’ Blessing]

[Holy Water bestowed by the Losric Queen, capable of fully restoring life force and healing all abnormal statuses]

"Is this... the potion that Teacher Gapar once obtained?" This was an item they should treasure.

They shifted their gazes to the remaining chests.

The first chest was real. Then, at least one of the remaining two had to be fake, or maybe both were fake?

Should they take a gamble?

They didn’t pick the middle chest but chose the one on the other side to open.

Cold sweats were almost breaking out, but upon opening, there was still a purple light point!

[Lion Ring]

[A ring passed down in the name of "Dragon Hunter" Ornstein, one of the Four Knights Under King Gaps]

[The wearer of the ring receives the blessing of the lion’s power on thrust counterattacks, piercing through strong enemies]

[Ornstein was the chief knight of the Sun Elder Son, rumored that his cross spear could pierce the scales of Ancient Dragons]

More intel related to the Four Knights Under King, and it’s about the cool Ornstein!

However...

After peering for a while, they finally realized that no one in the team had a fighting style related to thrusting...

It’s useless!

"The last treasure chest now."

This last chest must be hiding a trap!

If not, it wouldn’t align with Sain’s style!

"Everyone, prepare for defense."

Everyone raised their Magic Power-constructed shields, watching Drew cautiously open the chest, resembling bomb dismantlers.

When the chest was opened, Maru, startled, shrunk back.

Yet nothing happened.

"Eh?"

Maru’s bewildered voice echoed everyone’s thoughts, a single purple light point quietly lying in the chest.

"Not only was there no trap, but all three chests had purple light points...?"

Looking at each other, they saw panic reflected in one another’s eyes.

Could it be that Sain is planning to escape? No, no, a dungeon can’t possibly escape.

This abnormal situation was unsettling for them.

But on second thought, if these three chests were rewards for defeating Dorpo of the Cold Valley and the four Silver Knights, it seemed rather fitting?

Confirming there was no danger, Tal promptly grabbed the light point.

Everyone knew the light points in the dungeon could turn into anything, and the object’s size might not match the light point exactly.

But when the palm-sized light point suddenly expanded in Tal’s hand, it grew larger and bigger in the blink of an eye!

It was a massive hammer!

"Tal, throw it away quickly!"

Too late; the sudden weight threw him off balance, toppling him backward.

"Thunk!"

"Crack—"

Tal, already carrying a large hammer, got squashed by the emerging hammer from the light point, forming a double-sided sandwich.

As he fell, his neck, spine, ribs, and more all broke.

Watching Tal turn into ashes and disappear, everyone was silent.

In the dungeon, you never knew what kind of death would greet you in the end.

"Keep it secret," Leon suddenly said, "This way of dying should never be known by others!"

Maru and Drew nodded heavily, too embarrassing, it must remain undisclosed.

This hammer was surprisingly heavy; the three had to work together to lift it.

[Smough’s Hammer]

[The last known knight guarding the abandoned church, famously known as "Executioner" Smough’s deformed great hammer]

[Successfully landing a hit can plunder the enemy’s life force, likely the remnant influence from his past as an executioner]

Smough, likely that big golden fat guy standing with Ornstein.

The problem arose, how were they supposed to take this thing out? Hauling it all the way to the bonfire three hundred and sixty-five li away was clearly unrealistic.

They could resort to exploiting the dungeon’s teleportation rules, clutching Smough’s hammer tightly when being kicked out, but that would mean wasting their souls.

Sigh, such a dilemma.

"Maybe we should leave it here; I see another path over there."

Maru pointed to the side, where a path leading underground was hidden. Though it lacked sufficient lighting, it didn’t give a sense of monster presence danger.

On the contrary, they seemed to hear the sound of burning flames.

"Could it be a bonfire?"

Leon quickly led everyone down the path. As they delved deeper, the firelight began to brighten, and they caught a peculiar smell, indescribable.

Like someone was making soup?

Upon reaching the end, a gentle sound reached their ears.

Maru remarked with a strange expression:

"It’s the sound of snoring."