Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 474 - 328: What If Monsters Only Repeat

Chapter 474: Chapter 328: What If Monsters Only Repeat

If a dragon only repeats the Dragon Car, then it is invincible.

Change the subject, if Latan only repeats the Wilderness Starfall, if the dancer only repeats spinning, if the Hundred Wisdom Sir only repeats the Broom Star, and...

The three Alligator Ember Kings on the water only repeat the Thunder Spear.

"Damn it, damn it, you can’t..."

This is an adventurer’s painful and helpless wail when facing the Thunder Spear.

As everyone knows, water conducts electricity.

Although the Alligator Ember King can spit magical attacks similar to the Thunder Spear, these attacks are merely one-time attacks on dry land.

But here at the lake, the thunder conducts through the water, so even if the adventurer manages to dodge the direct attack with timely evasion, the thunder ripples spreading on the water will briefly paralyze them, and this brief paralysis becomes a deadly weakness for being hit by the next Thunder Spear.

Moreover, the Alligator Ember King’s attacks follow a certain rhythm, which is to distance from the adventurer and then spit thunder one after another, all for catching the adventurer’s lag.

"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have harmed everyone just to satisfy my curiosity!"

If the situation allowed, Fingerley would have kowtowed and admitted his mistakes. He truly had no airs, getting along with anyone.

Unfortunately, the only way to make up for the mistake now is to take down the three Alligator Ember Kings and help everyone escape danger.

Taking down three rhythm-attacking Alligator Ember Kings on a slowing water surface? Sounds difficult, and it’s hard to execute.

"Ah ah!"

Two thunders charged at the Bone Stick Team’s members, front and back, leaving them clueless on how to dodge, what’s more on a water surface with a Slow Buff, they could only helplessly shout "Help!" and close their eyes.

"Pa!"

The thunder boomed and passed by, the adventurer found himself unharmed, and looked up incredulously to see Fingerley’s charming smile, he had blocked the thunder.

"As long as you call for help, I’ll come to save you like a flash."

He flicked his golden hair, looking quite heroic and handsome.

Provided you ignore the large burnt mark on his back.

No choice, he had diffused the first thunder and had to bear the second with his body.

"Pfft——"

"Mr. Fingerley! You’re spitting blood!"

"Haha, how could it be, it’s just the tomato juice I had this morning."

Fingerley wiped away the red liquid from the corner of his mouth, turned to look at the three Alligator Ember Kings jumping around in the distance, and said to Aleya, "Quick, use the Flying Skill, it shouldn’t strengthen the monsters in these circumstances, right!"

Given the Sain Dungeon’s aversion to "flying", they really couldn’t be sure what consequence using the Flying Skill here might bring, but not using it was not an option, just relying on two legs couldn’t catch up with the Alligator Ember Kings, they’d have to take the risk and pray Sain gives a lenient pass.

But Aleya ultimately didn’t use the Flying Skill because Matilda had come up with a good trick.

Weapons [Hell’s March], when not summoning phantoms, can freely transform armor’s posture, as if giving the armor life.

And Matilda threw her entire right arm’s armor to Fingerley, transforming it beneath his feet into... stilts!?

Walking on stilts in the water? The resistance hasn’t reduced much at all.

But her intention wasn’t for Fingerley to walk, but to take off using the stilts as a fulcrum!

Fingerley stepped on the stilts with both feet, instantly shooting towards the Alligator Ember King like a flashing meteor, and should he show signs of falling, the Hell’s March would appear under his feet once more.

It looked like a low-budget version of the Navy’s Six Styles.

The Alligator Ember Kings remained unflustered, their beastly instincts triggered them to release thunder to restrict Fingerley’s movement range, and then on the path where he would inevitably charge through, three gaping mouths opened simultaneously.

Two days ago, Luluwo was caught by this trick, flinging around like a ragdoll, extremely embarrassing.

But Fingerley’s maneuver was better than Luluwo’s, and his team was more supportive.

The Hell’s March, transformed into stilts, unexpectedly split into three, drilling into the Alligator Ember King’s mouths, swelling like balloons instantly, throwing the monsters off balance, and Fingerley successfully dealt a slash with his blade on them.

With this, although the Hell’s March exceeded its maximum effective range and no longer heeded Matilda’s command, Fingerley was already sent over, and the monsters could happily call GG!

Go on, Fingerley, show them the might of the flash!

Below the water’s surface, dark "seaweed" suddenly emerged.

"Pa!"

Just as Fingerley poised himself to use the Gravity Slash to kill the three monsters simultaneously, the water exploded, and a cute centipede that originally resided in the sewers suddenly appeared and gave him a loving hug!

"Eh?"

Being embraced by several arms, Fingerley finally realized a problem.

No wonder the lake’s surface was so quiet; it turns out all the monsters were hiding at the bottom.

They had previously focused entirely on the Alligator Ember Kings, completely forgetting that such a vast lake couldn’t possibly host only this type of monster!

That’s the downside of fighting Elite Monsters in the wild; unexpected monsters could appear at any moment to meddle!

Before hunting, one must clear out the surrounding monsters, especially wild boars—a piece of advice from a resident adventurer in the forest region.

Fingerley’s neck stiffly turned to look at his companions, revealing a smile that was even worse than crying.

"Guys, save me!"

Being held by centipedes made him feel so disgusted he could hardly maintain his composure.

To this day, we still don’t know the extent of courage and resolve Sword Saint Gapar summoned to dare stand close to Corruption Favored back then.

"Quick, go rescue Mr. Fingerley!"

Even though the Bone Stick Team was panicking while facing monsters before, as soon as they saw Fingerley captured, they suddenly became as excited as if they had taken Ghost Man Medicine.

"Charge, save Mr. Fingerley! No wait, it’s Brother Fingerley!"

The Alligator Ember King watched the people charging forward, momentarily dumbfounded.

"This guy... How did he suddenly become so popular?" Matilda was also confused.

Aleya perfectly blended into the atmosphere, shaking her straw man body while throwing various plant seeds, using cold plants to freeze the water surface and provide footing for the people.

Once this was pulled out, everyone fell silent.

"Why didn’t you bring this out earlier!" Fingerley shouted while resisting the loving kisses from the centipede.

"Oh hey~"

The scene was extremely chaotic, turning what should have been a dungeon exploration into a group brawl for the adventurers.

Soulslike Game like this can be horror games for the faint-hearted, especially Bloodborne.

But if one gets brazen, whether it’s terrifying or disgusting monsters, they can all be bulldozed through with unwavering momentum, and once you realize that...

Although one might die a few more times, the battles truly are exhilarating.

The Bone Stick Team’s current state was akin to Bloodthirsty Beasts smelling blood, determined to rescue their beloved Brother Fingerley from the Alligator Ember King’s grasp by any means necessary, even if it meant biting with teeth or scratching with nails.

"Ah!"

Someone was bitten by the Alligator Ember King’s large mouth, swung around in the air, and even got a death spin.

But this was the Bone Stick Team’s strategy, a strategy belonging to the weak. Sacrifice one individual to temporarily block the Alligator Ember King’s most lethal mouth, and they would have a brief window for output.

Uninitiated observers might believe they were under the Berserk spell, with their fearless demeanor able to stop children from crying.

In the end, the commotion even woke up the Onion Knight, and by the time his round helmet peeked out from the door, the battle was over.

The battle scene was somewhat tragic, causing him to involuntarily shut his eyes and quietly return to the bonfire.

Thus, when people resurrected at the kitchen’s bonfire, they saw the Onion Knight still soundly asleep.

"Next time, don’t let me see this group of alligators again!"

Fingerley said indignantly, immediately slinging an arm around the nearest Bone Stick Team member, looking brotherly.

"Thanks to you all this time, otherwise I’d have a psychological shadow forever."

If he were kissed by that centipede, his life might’ve been over, and he’d instantly turn into a Magic Girl, bursting out a Seed of Lament.

"It’s a shame one managed to escape; won’t it go back to the bridge again?"

Unable to figure out where that last Alligator Ember King might have gone, people simply didn’t bother to care. After such a battle, the lake thoroughly disgusted them, and they didn’t want to dive into it anymore.

After consulting Matilda, who contributed the most in the "Fingerley Brother Retrieval Battle", people decided to head to the church mentioned by the Onion Knight in the west.

Upon leaving the kitchen, Fingerley casually jabbed the tympanum of the Silver Knight admiring paintings with a dagger and led everyone out of the villa before they got angry.

Dolpo from the Cold Valley made a dazzling entrance, but without the Fog Gate’s Elite Monster, he couldn’t earn people’s respect. Everyone jumped on the rooftops, refusing to attack Dolpo, and after running out of the street, he no longer pursued.

If someone had mischievously attacked Dolpo earlier, he might have fought relentlessly with the adventurers.

Fingerley even greeted a young boy on the side. Although he wished to help, he wasn’t lucky enough to obtain a complete set of Cold Valley forces equipment, so he could only console the child while passing by.

"If the Onion Knight is correct, following this western avenue should lead us to the church." Fingerley said.

"Well, I don’t know if it’s just me, but it feels like the farther west we go, the more and stronger the monsters become?" Tusi looked at the looming Fire Execution Witch squad in astonishment, so much so a Transparent Man slashed him.

"No worries, as long as we run fast enough, the monsters won’t catch our pace."

Under Fingerley’s lead, everyone turned into "Flash", overcoming all monsters with their legs, sweating profusely in Yilushier of the Cold Valley.

Everyone ran towards the front, seemingly proclaiming their never-regretful youthful vigor.

Because if they were to look back, they’d surely explode.

Not mentioning the transparent men chasing them now, the visible Pope Knights alone had reached over ten, and though the Fire Execution Witch wasn’t there, her flames followed relentlessly; whoever was a step late would be engulfed by the fire pillar.

Why did they start running anyway?

Apparently to avoid Dolpo, but they attracted more and more monsters along the way, now there was no way to stop.

Buildings flashed by quickly on their side, and Fingerley looked up at the front. Amidst the snowstorm, the silhouette of a church appeared faintly.

"Is that the church related to the Dark Moon Oath mentioned by the Onion Knight?"

Fingerley finally saw hope and turned to tell people:

"I’ll stay here to fend off the monster hordes, all of you run towards that church, don’t stop!"

"Brother Fingerley, I want to stay too!"

Yet, no one was willing to leave him, Fingerley smiled and put away his weapon.

"Then let’s run together!"