Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 931 - 608: Iron Body!

Jon gazed at the Dragon Feast Altar before him, his heart filled with tumultuous thoughts that refused to calm.

If dungeons were to influence people's lives somehow, then the high-quality illusions and images they offered would surely be among the most captivating aspects.

"This is fantastic! Once Prince Lanle learns about this, he'll definitely give me a raise...."

His lips curled into a smile as he reached towards the altar once more.

This time, as he touched the burning flame again, no illusions appeared.

In the depths of his mind, it seemed the voices of ancient Dragon Warriors were converging and overlapping, forming an indescribable sound that echoed in his ears, instructing him on how to perform the Dragon Feast Ceremony.

In reality, it was simple. All one needed to do was consume the heart of a giant dragon they themselves had defeated in front of the Dragon Feast Altar to obtain the power of the dragon.

The voices of the Dragon Warriors repeatedly emphasized the phrase "defeat on one's own," as if the true core of the Dragon Feast Ceremony was the act of defeating the giant dragon, and the consumption of the heart was merely the finale.

Jon didn't understand why they were so adamant about defeating it personally. Couldn't he consume a heart someone else had defeated and sent to him?

Would it weaken the effects of the Dragon Feast, lead to negative consequences, or something else he couldn't imagine?

He didn't understand, but he could comprehend human speech, and since the Sain Dungeon advised him this way, he would undoubtedly comply.

Only fools in plays would deliberately break the rules.

Furthermore moreover...

Consuming a dragon heart sent by others—such behavior wasn't manly at all!

If one were to become a Dragon Warrior, then one should go and slay a dragon oneself!

Aside from the execution method of the Dragon Feast Ceremony, the voices also conveyed another piece of information:

The Dragon Feast Altar harbored the dragon's power left behind by previous Dragon Warriors, which over years accumulated into a generally applicable form of dragon power.

By consuming the heart of a Flying Dragon, one could unleash the power hidden within the Dragon Feast Altar, transforming it into their own strength.

Jon delved into his senses, discovering the power within the altar:

[Dragon Bite], [Dragon Claw], [Dragon Flame], [Dragon Ice], [Magma Breath], [Luminous Stone Breath].

Missing from the Elden Ring game were the [Corruption Breath] Prayer.

Gong Qiying had intentionally removed it, believing that adventurers couldn't handle it.

If someone were to gain the ability to spew Crimson Corruption and indiscriminately spray it across the land, what then? He didn't want the Sain Dungeon to turn into an otherworldly Corruption Goddess, so he naturally limited adventurers' use of corrupt power.

As for tampering with Crimson Corruption's potency and transmissibility before teaching Corruption Breath to adventurers as a compromise....

If Crimson Corruption wasn't strong, could it still be called Crimson Corruption?

Gong Qiying would rather outright remove [Corruption Breath] and [Aggis's Corruption] entirely than turn Crimson Corruption into something akin to a buyer's and seller's showcase.

The remnants of this power reappeared in the mortal realm in the form of prayers; once learned, they could transform part of oneself into a dragon at the moment of use, unleashing extraordinary strength usable only by dragons!

Jon felt his heart surged with excitement. No one could resist yearning for powerful abilities, especially in the Warrior Country where most older folks were muscle-headed.

The thought of engaging in dragon biting and clawing in the future.... How exhilarating!

He displayed a joyful, expectant smile, his mind involuntarily recalling where dragons roamed within the Sain Dungeon.

Nearby the Great Dragon Feast Church lay Aggis, but its strength proved formidable, beyond the reach of ordinary individuals.

In Stoneveil, a dead Limb Dragon resided, yet one dead for ages—was it even usable for a Dragon Feast?

In Lake Lienia dwelled the Luminous Stone Dragon Smag, but its strength was considerable; thus, overall, the most viable challenge appeared to be....

The Flying Dragon Yakir, entrenched within Nimgefo!

The decision was made; the next target would be you, Yakir!

Now, full of enthusiasm, Jon wanted to return to Lanle, not only to report today's observations but also to diligently study the Hunting Flute Lanle had asked him to learn. At that time, their five-member hunting team would surely conquer any dragon they dared confront!

"Clang clang—"

While Jon indulged in his dreams of a promising future, the sound of armor plates crashing together echoed once more from nearby.

Wait, why use "once more" to describe it?

Overjoyed, his vigilance had considerably diminished, and the low sound of adventurers battling Aggis outside the Great Dragon Feast Church hadn't reached his ears in some time. Thus, he naturally assumed Steeran and company had arrived here, smiling as he turned and said:

"You're here—it came to exactly where I needed it to be. Thank you all for your efforts...."

Jon's voice abruptly stopped—not due to seeing Steeran and his group.

But because at that moment, a figure resembling a Lost Land Knight was conjuring a storm directed at him.

No way, how could there be Lost Land Knights here!?

Jon was shocked. So, just because you have "lost land" in your name, it really means you've lost your homeland and are wandering around aimlessly? I thought you were a unique monster from Stoneveil City!

There was no time for him to be more surprised because the Lost Land Knight, wielding a sword and shield, had already summoned the unique Storm of the Lost Land Knight series under his feet, charging forward with the help of the storm!

Jon's eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open instantly.

"Hah!"

He suddenly shouted and swung his iron fists, aiming right at the longsword of the Lost Land Knight. They were truly iron fists, having turned into solid blocks of iron due to the combat skill!

Did you think he would scream in fear? No, how could the esteemed prince's bodyguard be scared by such a thing!

What's more, after experiencing the dual mental baptism of the red thunder of the Spiky Mountain seen in an illusion and the upside-down dragon of the Sky City, he found his courage had become unprecedentedly large. He would no longer be afraid!

Excessive Dragon Feast would cause Dragon Warriors to have their brains controlled by the residual dragon power in the dragon heart, eventually losing control and turning themselves into dragons.

This reason is related to both physical quality and spiritual strength.

Even though adventurers able to enter the Sain Dungeon and reach Galide probably wouldn't have issues with spiritual strength, Gong Qiying, out of humanitarian principles, decided to offer them some assistance for free, preventing them from being unable to withstand even the power of one dragon heart.

The illusion Jon saw just now gave him a psychological suggestion of "not being afraid of dragons" through Hypnosis Magic, further enhancing some mental resistance against dragons, allowing him to withstand the Dragon Feast. It seems to have also trained his bravery.

"Bang!"

Jon's iron fists collided heavily with the Lost Land Knight's sword and shield. The resulting shockwave made the flames burning on the altar sway continuously.

It looked like a stalemate, yet with one punch, Jon's arms were so sore he could hardly lift them.

He desperately thought "Oh no!"

Oh no, oh no, I used the force that had clearly caused the Lost Land Knight to lose balance during a duel in Stoneveil City, but unexpectedly, this guy from Galide had become stronger!

Using caution prevented him from falling, but the unexpected strength clash from the opponent almost made his arms uncontrollable.

Seeing the Storm gathering on the Lost Land Knight's sword and shield, with the combat skill Storm Blade and the sharp sword edge attacking his chest, Jon's arms still couldn't regain their mobility. He showed a determined look in his eyes and shouted the name of his next combat skill loudly and with great momentum:

"Iron Block!"

He was instantly as hard as steel, with the fighting qi swirling around his chest!

"Thud!"

The Lost Land Knight's attack landed squarely on him, producing noises unfit for human combat!

"Jon, sir!" Steeran exclaimed from not far away.

They heard Jon scream when he saw the illusion, rushed over, and happened to see the scene where the Lost Land Knight seemed to stab Jon through the chest with the longsword!

Roger, seeing this, immediately pulled out a red and white ball and threw it at the Lost Land Knight. From it popped Gollum, a unique monster of Fran Fort!

Gollum quickly wrapped around the Lost Land Knight, slashing madly with its never-trimmed nails at his head.

Although the opponent wore a helmet that only yielded sparks and couldn't be damaged, Gollum's actions successfully dragged him away!

"Didn't you say you had no companions by your side!" Danya queried directly.

"I just remembered I had one," Roger replied without a blush or heartbeat.

"Jon, are you alright?"

Steeran shot an arrow, blasting the Lost Land Knight even further, then ran to check on the motionless Jon, only to find he seemed to be fine.

"I'm fine, really," Jon flashed a sunny smile. "This combat skill Iron Block boasts extremely strong defensive ability; I'm not hurt at all."

He pointed to the Lost Land Knight over there who was now pinning down Gollum with a flurry of punches, saying in a world-weary tone, "See that? Hurry and do what you're supposed to do."

"Since you're fine, I'll rest assured. We'll deal with him quickly." Steeran patted his shoulder, then turned to call everyone to charge at the Lost Land Knight together. Even with so many people at once, the Lost Land Knight couldn't withstand the torment.

Seeing everyone focus on the enemy, Jon showed a relieved smile, and finally, his motionless body trembled slightly.

Then, from where Steeran had patted his shoulder, Jon's body began to make crunching bone cracking sounds.

"What a joke, Iron Block..."

The fighting qi surrounding him instantly dispersed in all directions, and Jon collapsed to the ground.

This was his final lament before he passed out.

After today, the location of the Great Dragon Feast Church spread among adventurers.