Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1012 - 666: Reactions from All Sides

"Redeem the mentor's mistake?"

Banto looked at the young man in front of him, and his initially blank and empty eyes gradually filled with color.

"Yes, although the mentor made an irreparable mistake, knowledge itself is innocent. With correct guidance, the knowledge left by the mentor can be fully applied in the right path."

Edgar spoke with great confidence in his argument:

"Everything is for the prosperity of our country."

These words were well-said, exactly grasping Banto's psychology.

"You..."

Banto looked at Edgar in front of him, and Edgar's silhouette became more and more familiar, as if it was when he first met Younka many years ago.

In his eyes, Younka's figure gradually merged with Edgar, creating a feeling of nostalgia. Then, the King grandly waved his hand and said:

"Arrest this guy for me."

The guards who had long been itching to act moved simultaneously, instantly pinning down the magician Edgar, who was synonymous with "delicate and weak," to the ground.

"Huh?"

Edgar's face was scraped against the ground. Faced with this sudden situation beyond his expectations, he seemed to utter a puzzled sound.

This "Huh?" made Banto reveal an even angrier gaze.

"Do you think such rhetoric can still convince me? Do you think the vision your mentor promised me back then isn't comparable to yours? Do you think... forget it, I have nothing to say to you and your mentor, take him away and lock him up."

Banto, with a face full of weariness, waved his hand to let the soldiers take Edgar away to be imprisoned.

He would no longer believe in anyone related to Edgar!

He definitely won't step on the same pit twice!

The series of improved magic developed by Younka must be stopped from spreading, and the Fighting Qi conversion technology must also be halted. It's unknown what tricks Younka and his disciple have done in there, so we can't take it lightly.

As for how to deal with the Mage Tower left by Younka and the things inside that tower, he now has an idea.

That is—to present it as a gift of cooperation to the Magic Association!

Indeed, embracing the authoritative official side is more reassuring.

There's another issue.

That is, where exactly lies the future of the Warrior Country.

Before dying, Younka revealed a series of shocking news. Banto never thought that there was dragon blood flowing inside his body, and this dragon blood was the cause of all problems.

He had thought about many reasons for the decline of the Warrior Talent in the Warrior Country, it could be a curse from another country, it could be the Demon Clan causing trouble, it could be...

Unexpectedly, it was because of dragon blood, and the culprits of this incident are all dead now.

It left him with a feeling of frustration of having no target to vent on.

Well, things have come to this, he can only seek new ways.

Banto forced his spirit and prepared to host disaster relief affairs, but before that, he had to do one thing:

To consult with the spirits of his ancestors on what to do next, seeking their guidance to illuminate the way.

Normally, consulting with the spirits of ancestors requires a series of complicated rituals, but Banto knows a simplified version of magic, similar to what Drew from the Strategy Group used before, it can seek advice from ancestors but cannot guarantee which era's ancestor.

"Ancestors, please tell me what to do next, how to revitalize the Warrior Country, and how each of us warriors can find the war we should fight."

With the power of magic, soon, he received numerous replies from his ancestors.

"Stone head, hit twice, become sharp, hurt people."

This is probably an ancestor from the ultra-ancient period.

"Stir up neighboring countries, poison, flood, assassination..."

This seems to be an ancestor from a period with very poor social atmosphere.

Can't any useful one come! Banto's forehead bulged with blue veins.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as if his elder had hit him hard on the head with a feather duster, wait, this familiar feeling... was it my deceased grandfather?

"Attack the Dungeon, everything else is nonsense!"

Grandfather left this sentence, and with a fierce kick, kicked him out of the illusion realm created by the ancestors' magic.

His grandfather's generation was still traditional in the Warrior Country, being very irritable in doing anything.

Banto rubbed his mentally pained forehead, muttering to himself:

"Attack the Dungeon... Lanle seems quite keen on such matters."

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"Younka's purpose... was to become the Magic God, and then replace the War God to become the faith of the Warrior Country?"

"The plan was very good, but met with unexpected trouble during implementation."

In the basement of Younka's Mage Tower.

Magic Professor Turci picked up the already damaged luminous stone life box on the ground, while Seth was expressing his speculation on Younka's motives beside him.

It is now the time for reckoning, or rather looting without paying, they searched everywhere for the possibly still alive Younka to no avail, and eventually gathered to search inside his Mage Tower.

Unexpectedly, they found something similar to the Witch Demon's Life Box in the Dungeon, and it was damaged, completely lost its luster and effect it should have.

Upon seeing this thing, everyone knew.

Younka, most probably, is dead.

"I've never seen such an attack before."

Turci looked at the damage on the Life Box. From its shape, it seemed to have been pierced by some sort of dagger-like weapon. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

However, strangely, the damaged area still bore traces of what seemed like burns. In fact, when they first discovered the Life Box, a black "flame" was continuously burning it, only extinguishing suddenly when the professors arrived.

Seeing those black flames gave Turci goosebumps.

She couldn't explain why, but she just had a feeling that it was ominous, an intuition warning her not to touch it at all.

She wasn't even confident she could research a Defense Magic capable of handling that power.

"There are too many strange happenings these days."

Turci put away the Life Box, then a slight smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth as she said:

"Alright, let's get to work, seal the residence of this infringer and confiscate their previous items to offset the copyright fees!"

In other words, a raid!

Younka's Improved Magic indeed had some merits, and if the technique for converting Fighting Qi could be stripped of Younka's hidden tricks, it would be a groundbreaking innovation, especially since the Mage Tower still contained its owner's research notes.

For the Magic Association, this was a treasure trove waiting to be mined, and Banto would not refuse them.

The opportunities left for that King were few, and the Magic Association was confident they could make him willingly cooperate with them.

For the Magic Professors, raiding was now a pleasant task.

Apart from raiding, the Magic Association, having received Turci's messages, also sprang into action, beginning to observe the reactions from all sides.

Just like the Black Hawk's Chaos of the past, only this time the reactions to the accident in the Warrior Country would be more significant.

It was said that whether it was the Holy Light Church, the Natural God Sect, or other ancient sects, during Younka's transformation into the suspected "Magic God," the different statues in the churches all exhibited varied movements.

However, after Younka was taken down by Radagon (and the Black Blade Assassin), the statues gradually calmed down.

The collective manifestation of the statues, and at the same time no less, shocked the church members, and they would certainly investigate the Warrior Country, eyeing Younka's legacy.

Thus, the Magic Association had already begun to guard against church forces, instructing Turci to slowly recover Younka's legacy.

But what was strange was that only one church's statue did not react to Younka.

It was the Starfire Church devoted to the Fire God Gwyn.

Even now, this church seemed unaware of Younka's affairs and was still routinely promoting the church to adventurers.

By the way, if the Gwyn statue really reacted to Younka, the first to feel perplexed would probably be Gong Qiying.

Apart from the church, some civilian forces were also in motion.

For instance, the dungeon research organization headed by a scholar named Wallace was actively seeking information on the red-haired man who took down Younka. They didn't even know the name Radagon yet.

Nature-loving organizations were singing and dancing around the Golden Tree, praising it as a miracle of nature, with other members hurriedly making their way over.

Adventurers... adventurers were doing all sorts of things, never idle. There's nothing strange about what they do when they're not busy.

And the neighboring countries to the Warrior Country had yet to make any noticeable moves.

Today was destined to be an extraordinary day for the Warrior Country, perhaps even one for the history books.

Whether it was the Demon Dragon's attack or the Magic God, each event alone was on par with the neighboring Yanor Kingdom's Black Hawk's Chaos.

Yes, a dark major event.

The Yanor Kingdom had only experienced one Black Hawk's Chaos, but the Warrior Country was undergoing two at the same time.

Does this count as a sort of inflation?

In this disaster, some like Abel were praying for their family's safety while doing good deeds, some like Banto were lost and seeking their ancestors' guidance, and some like the Magic Association were experiencing a sense of harvest.

At the same time, some were searching for family members who went missing in this disaster.

"Have you seen my father? His name is Gapar, he should be quite famous, he was just fighting here!"

"No? Well, thank you, I believe he's fine, thank you for the comfort."

"Has anyone seen the Sword Saint?"

In what was once the Imperial Capital, now in ruins, Uffie was in search of Gapar's figure.

Faced with such a major event, even she was worried about her father's safety.

"Damn it, where have you run off to, you old fool!"

In the Sain Dungeon, Gapar, feeling something amiss, suddenly sneezed.

"Who's thinking about me?"

He rubbed his nose, then looked at the scene in front of him, his expression once again becoming strange as he muttered to himself:

"And where exactly is this place?"

Before Gapar was a forest shrouded in darkness.

Everywhere here exuded a sense of ominousness, he had never seen such a scene in Nimgefo or any other place.

After being swallowed by Belle, he awoke to find himself here, with no way out.

What the hell is this situation, can't I be sent to the warm, homely Round Table Hall instead!

Moreover, he discovered an anomaly here.

When he tried to summon Torret, who had always come at his call, Torret refused to come out, instead, a line of Magic Runes appeared before him:

[Torret is afraid of something and cannot be summoned]