Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 908 - 595: Battle Festival (Part 2)

"Finally I've found you, the one who defeated me back then and left behind the legend of the Hero. The delegation searched everywhere for you, but never found you, and everyone was disappointed..." Temude looked as if his dream had come true.

"I remember you," Elsa took out a Healing Potion and sprinkled it on him, "You did your best, you're impressive."

After speaking, she rushed back to the battlefield, leaving only the clashing sounds of swords and blades for Temude.

"I can't fall behind either..." he staggered to his feet.

In this most intense of battles, in a short span, the number of Warriors rapidly dwindled, leaving only half of the original force, reaching a critically dangerous level.

In contrast, Latan fought with increasing vigor, truly worthy of being called the strongest Demigod. Despite everyone leaving so many injuries on him, he seemed to ignore the pain, continuing to swing his sword, making some suspect whether the injuries inflicted were even real?

Elsa and Gapar also showed signs of exhaustion, with one side's flames diminished compared to before, and the stars in the other's blade becoming dimmer.

Additionally, with the Warriors continuously dying, everyone was no longer able to maintain their entangled state of combat.

Finally, Latan's whirling blade broke through the last batch of blockers, shooting like a meteor towards the group of Magicians.

"No, we're just one step away!" Turci shouted loudly:

"The Protective Shield should be able to block one sword strike, we only need to withstand one strike to complete the Super Forbidden Curse!"

"But if the rocky chunks on his blade are still there, we won't be able to block it!"

As the words were spoken, Latan had already rushed to the front of the Protective Shield, raising the Shattered Star Greatsword covered in rocky chunks high, about to shatter the Shield with one strike!

At such a moment, even Warriors who don't get along with Magicians wouldn't want to watch them be annihilated by this one strike.

Fingerley and the warriors of the Dark Moon Sword had already gone to encircle, now it was uncertain if they still survived, the Magicians were already exhausted from drawing the Magic Array, having no more ——

The next moment, a golden figure soared into the sky, it was Temude!

"Now is the best time!"

He heroically leaped towards the Shattered Star Greatsword, fully unleashing the Explosion Magic Scroll he had not used before.

As the blade shattered his scale-like skin.

An unprecedented explosion thundered above Latan's head!

Only to hear a Demon God-like roar from the Shattered Star General within the explosion, the Shattered Star Greatsword pierced through the smoke, chopping down on the Protective Shield.

But this strike did not bring despair, for the rocky chunks on it had been blasted away!

"Buzz!"

The Protective Shield emitted a buzzing sound, withstanding the attack at the moment of near collapse!

Another great sword followed suit, shattering the Protective Shield with a bang, revealing the Magicians like lambs to the slaughter.

"Snap."

Turci snapped his fingers, speaking to the great sword already falling in front of him:

"It's completed."

"Boom!"

The blade fell, the Magicians were wiped out, the conclusion was already res——

"Whoosh——"

Suddenly, the ground erupted in pure white light, within less than a second, completely engulfing Latan's figure!

It was a silky pure light, like milk, but everyone who witnessed it felt a violent tremor from their souls. This was the ultimate bomb only magic-crazed madmen could devise, capable of causing a hell of devastation if released outside!

Whether it's magic or Combat Skill, the ultimate of all earthly techniques was to make a crater.

Whoever makes the biggest crater is the strongest!

The mushroom cloud emerged.

The pure white mushroom cloud, centered on Latan, slowly rose on this blood-colored wasteland.

The surviving Warriors, whether near or far, even Elsa and Gapar, were lifted by the impact of the explosion.

Magic projections from outside flickered crazily at this moment, the images rolling and shaking as if caught into a tornado's swirl of debris.

No one knows how long it took, but eventually the scene stabilized, a certain cameraman fully devoted to the live broadcasting held up his camera amidst pain, aiming at the slowly vanishing mushroom cloud.

Both inside and outside the Dungeon, people craned their necks, intently watching, their hearts racing as never before.

The mushroom cloud dispersed, and the figure at the center of the explosion... still stood firm!

At this moment, people no longer knew what kind of expression to wear. Could it be that this level still couldn't defeat a Demigod? Such a lavish lineup should have been enough to prevail against other regional leaders, right?

But just then, Latan's steed beneath him suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The next moment, whether having lost his support or his strength, Latan... fell to one knee!

"Ahhhhh!"

The battlefield's emotions were unknown, but seeing the invincible giant finally show a sign of decline, people outside were in an uproar.

"Finally, finally!"

Some had tears in their eyes, some raised both hands and jumped endlessly, while others beat their chests in desperation.

This was the first time so many people paid attention to a boss battle that happened in a Dungeon, the first time people's emotions were so intensely stirred, rising and falling, causing even the weak-hearted to feel uneasy.

Was the last blow's greatest damage caused by Magic? People wouldn't think so simply; without the warriors' prior exhaustion and Temude's self-sacrifice, the Magic couldn't have been unleashed!

However, disputing over credit is inappropriate under the current circumstances; what everyone should do now is enjoy the joy.

The joy from the feat of knocking down a Demigod with human might!

Some have already died when the festival started and now entered the city, seeing the outcome, they felt their efforts weren't in vain and showed a relieved smile.

On the battlefield.

"People outside are probably cheering now; it's really a headache...."

Gapar showed a wry smile, looking at the figure kneeling on one knee but not completely fallen.

Only those in the Dungeon can feel the still-vigorous Life Force of Latan.

Right now, they had only beaten the opponent into a state needing rest.

The distance to making a Demigod fall, who knows how far it still is.

"A Demigod, truly like a monster."

He glanced at the severely worn Linked Star Sword, winced in heartache, inhaled sharply, and dragged his exhausted body over to try and finish off Latan before he could rise again, though he doubted the finishing blow would be of much use.

Even Gapar himself felt gathering here and achieving this much is already a remarkable feat; at first, he thought they would all be slaughtered like vegetables being chopped.

"To have fought this far, I'm already satisfied enough, truly defeating Latan might require the strength of the entire nation."

More and more people sobered up from the aftermath of the explosion, following in Gapar's footsteps, intending to deliver the final blow.

"The heavily injured shouldn't move around; watching till the end alive is of more value." Gapar turned to those injured, talking like a nagging old grandpa.

At this moment, the surviving warriors beside him let out an exclamation.

By the time he looked back again.

Latan was nowhere to be found in the spot.

"!?"

Gapar's eyes widened suddenly, shaking the people around, asking, "Where did he go? Where did he run off to?"

An unprecedented sense of crisis emerged suddenly in his heart, a feeling more frantic than facing the Ember King Undead Team.

How to describe this feeling...

Right, it's like a Star might fall from the sky at any moment and launch a cute starry strike at oneself.

Although very abrupt, that's precisely how he felt.

The person being shaken pointed dumbly at the sky.

"The sky?"

When Gapar looked up at the sky again, his mouth involuntarily dropped open.

"It really is a star...."

Above the starry sky.

A blazing star rapidly enlarged in people's sight.

No escape, there's no way to dodge, the coverage of this thing is... the entire wasteland!?

People stared dazedly as the star fell from the sky, their bodies already feeling the scorching heat.

When it descended, people finally saw the true appearance of that star.

"Indeed, it's Latan...."

Gapar's relieved voice was immediately drowned out by the tremendous sound of the Meteor striking the ground.

Outside, at this moment, the Projection Magic screen suddenly cut off.

The screen went black, and Black Stone City was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The previously cheering people hugging each other and forgetting to watch the projection were stunned, looking left and right, asking instinctively:

"What happened?"

"It seems like a Star fell from the sky?"

"No, where's the craftsman, hurry and fix it, we want to continue watching!"

"Yes, yes, quickly find the craftsman!"

Maybe abrupt, but.

The gripping Battle Festival concluded at this moment.

It's over.