Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 918 - 599: Yes, Sain, You Nailed It (Part 2)

The images of mortals fearlessly battling demigods, creating mountains with a wave of their hands, were skillfully edited by the creator and set to fitting music, becoming a high-quality promotional video that could ignite viewers' passion with just a glance.

It was at this moment people realized that this was a collective challenge against the boss in the Sain Dungeon, the Shattered Star General, Latan... live footage?

Yes, those distributing these Image Stones were audacious enough to include the entire Battle Festival, starting with Jie Lian's narration and showing the whole battle process, even selecting the best footage from the different camera angles of the Skyrim Strategy Group. The total length exceeded several hours!

The price of Image Stones that could store hours of footage was quite high!

No way to finish watching in one go, and if everyone did, there'd be no time to hold the War Festival!

However, it seemed that everyone was so engrossed in the images, the fastest viewers having already finished Jie Lian's narration, understood the origin of the Battle Festival, and continued eagerly watching the live footage of the entire battle.

Even the fighters who theoretically should have been the most enthusiastic about the War Festival were immersed in the footage along with the atmosphere.

For a moment, the large arena was silent, people focused intently on the Image Stones before them, the scene resembling a New Year's dinner table where everyone is playing on their phones, with no one watching the Spring Festival Gala (arena) in front.

"Temude...." Banto watched the scene of his son commanding the army in battle in the footage, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.

"Why...."

Lanle stared at the battle scene in the footage, his face immediately turning dark, in stark contrast to the name 'Pearl Tears Flow' that radiated blue.

"I clearly decided to come to the Imperial Capital myself and decided not to regret it, but... why is this Battle Festival so appealing to me?"

He bit his lip, gripping the Image Stone tightly, seeming intent on crushing it.

"Snap—"

But when the Image Stone actually cracked, he immediately stopped in pain, unwilling to destroy it.

"A bit of regret."

"Is it still not too late for me to go now."

Lanle realized he'd made a wrong decision before.

"So you were up to this kind of thing, kid."

Fred finally solved the astonishing puzzle, understanding why Temude hadn't come to participate in the War Festival. Not only did he not come, but he also took everyone else with him. Really—

Watching Temude pour completely into the battle with Latan on screen, even showing smiles, Fred couldn't bring himself to say "damn it," his eyebrows drooped, showing a grandparent-like kindly expression, muttering to himself:

"Fine, do what you love, it's okay if you don't come."

After appearing kind for a while, he suddenly thought of something strange.

Did the Sain Dungeon just snatch away his grandchild?

No, no, that description sounded weird regardless of how you thought about it.

The fiery battle seemed like the underlying code for the people of the Warrior Country, and with a Battle Festival to watch, everyone was captivated.

"Not good, this can't go on."

Edgar noticed the change in the arena's atmosphere and reacted immediately.

The footage was clearly from the Sain Dungeon, and undoubtedly, this spectacular battle could significantly boost the Sain Dungeon's popularity.

And benefiting the Sain Dungeon was absolutely something he didn't want to see!

Moreover, the Battle Festival stealing the spotlight from Magic was entirely detrimental to his and his teacher's plans!

Edgar's eyes seemed to twinkle like stars, and he raised his Magic Wand to the sky, releasing a loud sound, forcibly pulling people out of their immersion in the footage.

"Now is the moment for hosting the great War Festival, how can we let foreign matters interfere, it's indeed a desecration of the ancestors' heroic spirits!"

Not caring what the King had to say, he used amplification magic to shout:

"Now we must rectify the situation, continue the War Festival, let the ceremony proceed!"

Included magic in his voice, using magic to make people instinctively follow his opinion.

At this moment, everyone turned to look at him.

Yes, continue like this, get their attention back from that damned Image Stone!

Edgar was about to declare his plan a success, but just then, he saw people opening their mouths to him.

"Boo—"

The whole venue booed!

Edgar's expression instantly froze on his face.

Just then, with a "splat," a rotten egg suddenly smashed at his feet, the pungent smell forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Who brings rotten eggs to a War Festival anyway!? 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Edgar wasn't thinking about such absurd things now; he looked at those booing him, each face showing impatience with him.

"What is this guy doing, the King hasn't even spoken!"

"I just got to an exciting part, and he ruined my mood."

"This is much better than the War Festival!"

"Let's go, let's go, we'll watch it at home slowly."

As soon as this was said, some immediately wanted to leave, and gradually people stood up from their seats.

"Where are you going? Leaving the festival midway is disrespectful!"

Yet no one paid attention to Edgar's yelling anymore; they just wanted to find a quiet place to watch the footage together, preferably cheering together at the climax to have a proper atmosphere.

"Wait, don't go, come back!"

Edgar's tone gradually became weak, and he turned to look at Banto in passing; surely he ought to do something at this time?

However, he saw Banto engrossed in watching the footage, gesturing with his hand, muttering to himself: "Oh no, I can't dodge this move."

"You people of the Warrior Country are mad, aren't you!" Edgar was completely enraged.

Those audiences were his valuable assets for implementing his plan, and now, the damned Sain Dungeon had taken them away!

The Sain Dungeon took away my assets!!!

I need to take more aggressive measures!

Edgar waved his Magic Wand, muttering, unclear what kind of magic he was going to unleash.

Banto was the first to come back to his senses, glaring at him, about to reprimand.

"Roar—"

A roar shattering the skies suddenly came from afar!

Whoever heard this roar went numb, unable to move, like monster hunters who forgot their earplugs, even worse than that.

Edgar's chant was forcibly interrupted, and he looked angrily towards the source of the roar, wanting to see which dragon was mindlessly roaring.

Just then, terrified cries erupted from the crowd.

"Mad Dragon attack!"