Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1045 - 683: Wilderness Starfall, Interception! (Double-Length)
"Take a good look, this is the most magnificent scene."
People saw the eternally burning dunes, the horrifying crater smashed out, the sand raised skyward from the colossal clash of forces, and the stars seemingly shining brighter than ever.
Then, standing beneath these stars was Latan, with the Shattered Star Greatsword crossed towards the sky, roaring at the heavens.
His red hair flying, armor shattered.
His body, though eroded, remained strong and exposed, fresh wounds covered his entire body.
But the ferocity of the Red Lion was fully unleashed; it was the first time he had been injured to such an extent, and within that roar, there seemed to be satisfaction.
The people outside were silent, the scene was deathly still, but they didn’t immediately comment on the situation; instead, their eyes quickly turned to the side of Latan.
The projection shifted as well.
The people’s eyes suddenly lit up.
With every shift of the image, their eyes grew brighter, their breathing heavier, and when Latan’s figure disappeared completely from the scene, the viewers finally saw what they wanted to see.
There lay a large mass of warriors.
They looked utterly exhausted, unable to move, while the remaining active dragons hurriedly searched among them, which even brought a touch of humor to the scene.
Yes, they had fought with all their might, now unable to move.
But—
"They survived!!!"
A thunderous roar erupted in the Imperial Capital!
The broadcast did experience a delay.
The cheers in the Imperial Capital erupted like a volcanic eruption, seconds later, the neighboring two cities burst into a sound wave no less than the capital’s, followed by neighboring cities, spreading out to the outermost areas.
This outcry seemed contagious, with neighboring cities being affected, each wave higher than the last, reaching up to Black Stone City.
The entire Warrior Country seemed to shake in this uproar!
"We did it!"
Banto in the Royal Palace was so excited he nearly fell to the ground, disregarding the off-kilter crown, simply clenching his fists tightly and staring at the projection.
"Ha, hahaha!"
Fred’s limbs had nowhere to place themselves, words couldn’t express his current emotions, and eventually, he was so overwhelmed that he fainted in his wheelchair.
"This is good, this is good," Banto murmured to himself, "Regardless of what follows, this fleeting moment is a victory we can celebrate."
They had successfully intercepted the Meteor!
At the same time, in the Dungeon.
The body of the Shattered Star General emitted purple lightning-like gravity magic, countless meteors floated behind him, layer upon layer of rocky armor coiling around the great sword, peeling off the shattered armor on his upper body to reveal the glory left by the warriors on his body entirely, his increasingly high spirits signified that he too was caught up in the passion.
Listen carefully, hidden within this passion, he too was panting.
"We succeeded..."
Lying flattened on the ground, Lanle said, then he tried to raise his voice and said:
"Can anyone still stand? We have to keep fighting."
A voice came from the pile of warriors, indistinguishable who said:
"We want to, but we can’t move, maybe if His Highness declares like earlier, we might find the strength to go at it again."
Lanle couldn’t help but chuckle weakly and scold: "Wishful thinking, once calm, it’ll be embarrassing."
"Hahaha—" Laughter erupted from the pile.
The laughter was filled with relief and satisfaction, people had come together to accomplish something truly remarkable.
The warriors, exhausted to the bone, suddenly became spirited and laughed loudly, commenting on each other’s reactions earlier, teasing comrades who got too emotional, boasting about their strength, and showing off how hard they trained for this very moment.
They didn’t care about exhaustion, their comrades’ laughter was now the greatest glory; they laughed loudly and radiated confidence, casting all troubles behind, roughly stripping off inconvenient armor and tossing it aside, taking deep breaths of the air so hot it could scald the trachea, even coughing once or twice felt like it was because of trying harder than others—and that brought more joy.
Death now seemed utterly meaningless, it was rare for everyone to gather together and work towards the same thing and in the end achieved the desired result, if they don’t laugh now, when will they? After such a grand task, laughter should follow!
Latan, who had been ready to act since earlier, remained unmoving, his horse emerged from the ground, affectionately nudging his broken leg, as he carefully mounted his warhorse again, behold his unmatched bravery, as long as this comrade from his youth remained, he would always be the Shattered Star General, not a mindless devil.
But ultimately, he couldn’t wait for the warriors to finish laughing, countless meteors were poised to strike from behind, even without command they would mercilessly rain upon the crowd.
"Hahaha...What is this?"
Lanle laughed until his stomach hurt, turning on his side to hide his embarrassment, when suddenly he felt something unusual on the ground before him.
Golden light surfaced from the ground, very small, it turned out to be a summoning symbol for an assistant, although it wasn’t the Sun Warrior, the golden light symbolizing a helper still felt warm.
"Oh right, we haven’t summoned a helper this time."
Summoning an assistant should allow Latan to fight even more happily, right?
"As long as it’s not Patch, anyone will do."
Muttering this, he reached out to touch the summoning symbol.
[Do you want to summon the assistant "Faded"]
