Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 480 - 332: The Pope’s Left Eye, Return to Hometown_3

Chapter 480: Chapter 332: The Pope’s Left Eye, Return to Hometown_3

However, the monsters on the west side avenue have been cleared out by me; the little boy shouldn’t encounter any danger, right?

No! Why does this sentence sound so odd to me! Stop jinxing it!

As the roof of the Yurshika Church gradually appeared in view, he suddenly smelled a familiar scent.

It was the stench of a beast... the smell from the Alligator Ember King!

Sure enough, on the avenue, a massive Alligator Ember King was facing away from them, its head lowered as if chewing on something.

Fingerley recognized the familiar wounds on the Alligator Ember King — they were caused by his dual blades.

This was the one Alligator Ember King that had escaped from the lake!

"Hey, what a narrow path revenge has brought us, just right to settle it here—"

As Fingerley broke into a vicious grin, he suddenly realized what the Alligator Ember King was eating.

It was a mangled corpse, appearing short, like an undeveloped child, with Blue Worm Pills scattered all around.

His expression froze, his heart pounding wildly.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute, no way!"

"Roar!"

The Alligator Ember King noticed the adventurer, turned excitedly, and lunged at the tastier humans.

"Swish—"

The blade’s light flashed instantly.

Fingerley suddenly appeared behind the Alligator Ember King, crouching before that corpse.

The corpse was already beyond recognition, could not be identified; even if preserved well, he wouldn’t recognize it since he’d never seen what the little boy looked like.

"Roar?"

The Alligator Ember King turned in confusion, its body suddenly bursting with a dense array of wounds, blood gushing out.

Didn’t even manage to let out a wail before shattering into countless pieces.

Fingerley didn’t even turn his head, stared at the unidentified corpse, then suddenly noticed something, gently nudged the corpse, revealing a purple light point on the ground.

Once picked up, he found it was a page recording a miracle.

[Miracle: Return to Hometown]

[A miracle taught to traveling clergy, later learned by everyone, capable of returning to the last rested bonfire]

[Originally, it was a miracle to return to the user’s hometown, but twisted by the Undead Curse. Or is it saying the bonfire is the hometown for the undead?]

By touching the page, he automatically learned this miracle.

The usage requirements for Return to Hometown were somewhat different from before; it surprisingly didn’t require magic power, but can only be used once within a certain time, roughly an interval of one whole day?

Wonder if it can be used outside the dungeon, and if after using it, he can teleport directly from home to the Fire Transmission Ceremony?

Right now, Fingerley couldn’t afford to think too much; he threw a ball of flame to burn the corpse and gestured to the people to proceed towards the Yurshika Church.

Still couldn’t confirm that this corpse was the little boy’s; what if it was just a coincidence? Perhaps after reaching the church, they might see a well-behaved, cute child thanking them.

Their footsteps drew closer and closer to Yurshika Church, and Fingerley glanced down at the ground.

Thick snow had already accumulated on the road, their footprints in the snow clearly visible.

But in front of the church, the snow was exceptionally smooth and even, with no footprints at all.

Fingerley’s heart sank as he stepped forward and rushed in.

The Yurshika Church was still the same as before, with the door left open, snow had blown inside, making it even colder.

And the entire church was empty.

"No!"