Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1030 - 677: Battle Memories_2

Even though Younka's words made everyone in the Warrior Country aware that their bodies carry a dragon element, making them practically Little Dragon People, they were genuinely terrified for a couple of days facing this revelation.

But soon they realized that being fearful seemed futile, as the dragon blood in their bodies didn't really impact their daily lives. Life went on as usual, and excessive fear was harmful to the heart and brain.

So, everyone decided to take some Happiness Eggs, and eventually came to terms with it.

People found it hard to say whether the increase in combat power due to dragon blood was worth the gradual loss of the blessing from the War God — such matters were left to those with peak-level combat power to ponder. For most ordinary folks, such considerations were meaningless.

It was mostly the faith in the War God that was shaken, leading to more superficial beliefs.

But the War God himself didn't say much.

Just like when Gwyn replaced the Fire God back then, the original Fire God was magnanimously silent and didn't bother to argue.

"Honestly, I can't help but want to see it."

Lanle fingered the golden battle memory in his pocket, feeling increasingly restless.

So far, he hadn't seen any golden memory related to the Tachi; he had only watched a few purple ones. The most impressive was one where a hunter named Fiery Flame simultaneously battled the Resentful Tiger Dragon and the Snow Ghost Beast.

Fiery Flame's swift Detect and divine power wielding Flying Insect with fluid grace amidst the two fierce beasts left a deep impression on him, so much so that he only focused on admiration, completely neglecting any battle details, and eventually learned nothing.

If heaven gave him another chance... he would still focus solely on admiration!

"A golden battle memory with Ancient Dragons, three of them, I can hardly imagine what an exhilarating scene that would be."

Lanle bit his lip and decisively let go, determined not to look.

He wasn't training with the Insect Control Stick; to watch it himself would be a waste.

He was very strict with himself now, including restraining his desires!

Though he often couldn't restrain himself over small matters, that's how he comforted himself.

In major affairs, he was exceedingly self-disciplined beyond most, managing to exhaust himself daily in the forest area for training, and decisively washed himself with a Tear-Drop Embryo, minimizing intelligence while maximizing strength.

Even Temude was shocked seeing him like this now, but more so delighted.

To let Lanle focus fully on training, Temude took over the work on the Imperial Capital side himself.

Their relationship was no longer as tense as before.

"Maybe I should find an Insect Control Stick expert to let him watch for free, then extract his memory..."

Lanle, pondering to himself, leaped off the Bomb Dragon, while his bodyguard sprayed water to wash off sweat and blood, followed by another blowing a comfortably warm wind to dry him off, and lastly one draping prepared, decent clothing over him.

"Feels more comfortable being shirtless."

Lanle flexed his wrist, "Let's go, today's training is over."

The group then left the forest area, rested at the Fire Transmission Ceremony for a while, fretted over dinner choices, and finally went to the Hunter's Dream to leech off the puppet girl for a hunter dinner before returning to Black Stone City.

"Why's the street in such chaos?"

Entering Black Stone City, after only a few steps, Lanle's brow furrowed.

Typically, this was when adventurers clocked off, and it was bustling, but today seemed different.

The streets surprisingly hosted many shabby-clothed individuals, seemingly worn from great hardship, with the city's guards chasing a group of such people.

Judging by their appearance, they didn't look like natives of the Warrior Country, and the group consisted of all sorts of races; Lanle spotted Kobold dwarfs and Elves not far away.

These shabby-clothed people couldn't outrun the guards, and soon they were all apprehended.

His bodyguard naturally went ahead to inquire, quickly returning to relay:

"They're a group of people fleeing from Ten Thousand Religions Country Sikameirom, somehow sneaking into the city."

"The country that's currently at war?"

Lanle raised an eyebrow, surprised that refugees managed to come this far; what were the patrols in previous towns doing? If these refugees ventured a bit more, they'd reach the Imperial Capital!

"By the decree of the Gods, I'm touring here; how dare you—stop beating me, stop!"

The few refugees initially spoke with a strange accent but quickly yielded under the guards' stun batons.

Lanle curiously approached, where guards, delivering a barrage of strikes per second, promptly paused to salute.

"Thank you for your hard work," he examined the scrutinizing refugees, then looked up and instructed the guards: "Secure them all, then ask your superior to investigate whether there's been any neglect of duty within the patrols over the recent days; letting refugees sneak in this way..."

Even the adventurers like Luluwo infiltrated previously with the aid of Sain Dungeon, but these refugees managed to sneak in without the Dungeon's help. Were their legs more efficient than the Teleportation Gates?

As he was reprimanding, an Elf refugee suddenly reached for his trousers!

In an instant, a Great Sword, Dual Blades and Hunting Flute were aimed at the Elf's neck, the weapon's lingering blood scent made the Elf shiver fiercely.

"What do you want?"

Lanle gazed at him calmly, as still as a placid lake, completely unfazed by this sudden "attack."

"W-well, I just wanted to ask..."

The Elf flashed an embarrassed smile and asked:

"Do you, um, have any interest in learning about our creator, our God?"

It was known that Ten Thousand Religions Country was home to religious zealots, far from normal folks, so proper communication with them was impossible.

No sane individual would preach in such an in-the-moment life-threatening situation. If the God they worshiped saw such a dedicated follower, wouldn't they grant him the title of Deputy as a reward?

Lanle internally scoffed, casually asked: "Who?"

The Elf pulled back a bit before bravely responding:

"The great descendant of the God..."

Hmm, an unimaginative title, many gods have such titles. Lanle felt uninterested, as the Elf continued:

"The, the Golden King..."

Still unimaginative... hold on? Wait a sec?

Lanle's eyes widened slightly; there was something oddly familiar about this title.

In a weak yet proud voice, the Elf recited the revered name of his God:

"Greg!!!"

"Puh—"

Lanle spat out a mouthful of water.