Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 435 - 426: Secret Weapon?

Countless crimson blood arrows coalesced into shape on the inner walls of the blood prison, shooting out with a piercing sound of breaking through the air, forcing Alama to keep moving, his greatsword creating a silver barrier, shattering each approaching blood arrow.

"Just die already, you disgusting creature! What’s wrong? Out of strength?" Eleanor’s laughter echoed inside the blood prison, "Where was that prestige when you were chasing my troops all around recently? Why only defend and not counte..."

[Block Level 10]

[Trample Level 9]

[Charge Level 10]

[Heavy Strike Level 10]

The impact wave of Trample perfectly fused with the speed of Charge, and Alama appeared instantly in front of Eleanor.

The greatsword swept with a wide blade, crushing through two hastily raised blood screens, smacking solidly onto her shoulder.

With a "boom", Eleanor tumbled away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind Sigmund, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

If not for the blood prison sealing the space, the aftermath of this single strike alone would be enough to collapse half the hall.

Sigmund didn’t even turn to check on Eleanor’s injuries; being a Duke Level Blood Race, she wouldn’t be killed in one strike, and the blood prison still holding steadily was the best proof of that.

He sighed and proactively suggested, "Assist me, be careful not to get ambushed!"

After saying this, the scarlet blood energy wrapped around the weapon in his hand like a living creature, joining forces with Alama in battle.

Sigmund’s combat style was extremely cautious, each move leaving room, always on guard for any hidden moves Alama might have.

He didn’t need to be impatient. In the environment of the blood prison, the longer the delay, the more advantageous it was for them; the one who should be anxious was Alama, who was being corroded by the blood poison.

He only needed to steadily fight, dragging it out until victory.

Taking a heavy strike, Eleanor indeed restrained herself a lot, cursing softly while controlling the blood arrows in the blood prison to attack Alama from tricky angles, creating advantages for Sigmund.

As time passed, although Alama had yet to suffer substantial harm, dark red blood spots had already appeared on his exposed skin.

Blood poison wasn’t something that could be wasted casually; its essence was the blood essence condensed within the Blood Race.

This essence was originally meant for their subordinates to complete the ascension ritual, but if a human who hadn’t become a half-vampire directly absorbed this blood essence, they would turn into a failure, becoming a bloodsucker.

Blood poison, or rather blood essence, was undoubtedly precious, but using it against an opponent like Alama was naturally worth it; it was obvious Eleanor had also paid dearly this time.

As the blood poison eroded, Alama’s movements gradually slowed, and even though Sigmund was still fighting conservatively, he was slowly being pushed into a disadvantage.

"If you have any tricks, show them now, or are you going to take them to the grave?"

Alama remained silent, just twirling his greatsword, shaking away all the blood arrows coming from the surroundings.

"Look at you now," Sigmund’s voice was mocking, attempting to disrupt Alama’s focus, "stuck at Level 70 without any progress, weakening day by day after your peak. For that pathetic human identity, watching yourself weaken day by day, how does it feel?"

"It’s true that I’ve declined a bit in the last two years, but not as quickly as you have," Alama looked at Sigmund’s fat face, with a hint of a smile, for the first time he retorted.

Sigmund’s lips immediately turned down, but he didn’t act rashly, his movements still retaining some margin.

Sigmund stopped talking, while Alama suddenly started to speak, "I just want to ask you, what’s the point of being a blood-sucking mosquito? Losing taste, numb to hot and cold, is that considered living? Something that can’t even achieve the basic reproduction of life, it’s no wonder Inanna didn’t choose you back then, after all, you don’t even count as an option!"

"I think he’s right," Lin Jun whispered.

It was indeed too monotonous; recently, Lin Jun also found himself sick of eating sweets, but he had no other choices, feeling quite troubled.

Sigmund ignored this roommate who didn’t understand the atmosphere, maintaining a stern face, expressionlessly said, "So she’s dead, and today, you will also have to repay the life you owe me here!"

"What I owe is to that boy back then, not to you, the Blood Race duke."

The battle grew more intense, Sigmund’s fat body bursting out with astonishing speed, pressing against Alama like a gale, seemingly about to take his life within several moves.

Yet in another encounter, after slicing open a wound on Alama’s chest, he suddenly pulled away.

Sigmund wore a smug cold smile on his face, "What, you thought I would lose my head and fight you to the death? Like I said, whatever tricks you have, you’d better use them sooner, don’t take them underground with you."

Before Alama could respond, a blood arrow suddenly pierced his ankle.

As he lost his balance, several more blood arrows pierced through from behind.

"Blugh—" Alama spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body suddenly wilting.

"Sigmund, if you’re too cowardly to take it, I’ll claim his head!" Seeing the timing was right, Eleanor condensed two blood-red, satin-like blades in her hands, darting past Sigmund directly towards Alama.

"Eleanor!"

The roar of Sigmund behind her made Eleanor’s speed increase even further.

Facing Eleanor’s unstoppable charge, Alama sighed weakly and muttered:

"Is it just you..."

The next moment, the circular protrusion the size of a fist on the spine of his greatsword suddenly snapped open, and dazzling golden light burst forth!

[Sunstone (Fragment)]

Eleanor let out a piercing scream as the blinding light instantly robbed her of sight.

The two figures crossed paths, and when she regained her senses, her arms had vanished, and her neck was mostly severed, fresh blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Damn! Couldn’t even kill one!" Alama gritted his teeth unwillingly.

The weapon thrown by Sigmund hit Alama’s greatsword, causing this fatal blow to veer slightly off, which spared Eleanor’s life.

This is also why Alama’s current status had declined to such a low level; without reaching this point, he couldn’t deceive the two Bloodline Dukes.

Even so, Eleanor was now at death’s door, having completely lost her combat ability.

The blood prison instantly collapsed, and the ruined hall without support crumbled loudly, with rubble raining down like a storm.

Dragging his weary body, Alama trudged toward Eleanor with difficulty, while Sigmund dared not make a move lightly.

Under the Sunstone’s radiance, he felt his strength draining away, falling into a weakened state.

The unusual situation made him highly alert internally.

He couldn’t be sure whether Alama’s current dire state was a trap to lure them in, nor did he want to risk his life for that fool’s rescue.

Just then, Lorenzo’s figure broke through the wall, crashing heavily near Alama.

The longsword in his hand was broken into two pieces, with the break still bearing clear bite marks, and only the last of three Demon Crystals on his magic staff was still shimmering.

He struggled to his feet, first spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood.

Outside, Virelis’s near-inhuman roar echoed.

Bruised and battered, Lorenzo swiftly scanned the battlefield and grabbed Alama, who was about to deliver a final blow to Eleanor:

"If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late!"

The magic staff hit the ground heavily, and a strong gust of air lifted both of them into the sky, then split into more than a dozen phantoms, scattering and flying in different directions.

Outside, Virelis, now in half-Troll form, leapt with frenzy, smashing two phantoms one after another, only to find they were illusions.

And with the defeat of the commanding officer, the High Castle Fortress fell completely into the hands of the Demon Race after a little over half a day.

Humans no longer had such a sturdy fortress to resist the Demon Race’s invasion.

...

Lin Jun watched Alama escape, his panel constantly locking onto their true form, but he certainly wouldn’t remind Sigmund.

Sunstone, oh Sunstone!

No wonder the remaining part of the Sunstone was nowhere to be found, turns out humans took it.

Thinking about it, it’s reasonable; humans had long since started moving around in their Underground City, finding some fragments of the Sunstone earlier was normal.

On this point, Edin was asked to check before, but there was no clue. Now it seems Edin’s level wasn’t yet qualified to access information about Divine Artifacts.

Now it’s good, the wood core and Sunstone I need are both in this frontline area, but Edin hasn’t reported anything yet.

The underground network is already not far from the frontline, should be able to reach in a week with some speed.

The problem is, how do I get these things?

Going through Sigmund clearly isn’t a good idea; it could become a tool for him to threaten and leverage me.

Scanning the area, his gaze finally landed on Inanna in the manor, charging Puki...