Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 958 - 629: Pure Blood Knight Medal

"What a stench."

As soon as Fudolin approached the building called [Rose Church], she wrinkled her brow tightly and instinctively covered her mouth and nose.

However, her sense of smell seemed exceptionally strong, as she could still detect the fishy odor even like this.

Dragons indeed have keen senses, Luluwo glanced at her and waved his hand, saying, "If it feels uncomfortable, just stay here and don't move, we'll go over there."

Fudolin's reaction wasn't surprising; if she truly saw the scene inside the Rose Church, she would probably feel even more repulsed.

Because the church was filled with blood everywhere, and the crevices between every brick and tile were soaked with viscous blood, with blood-red tumors clinging to the walls. In Luluwo's eyes, this distorted flesh was far more disgusting than the Crimson Corruption.

Yet in contrast, amidst this revolting environment, there were still flamboyant red flowers growing in pools of blood.

Apart from these disgusting things, there was nothing else in the church, but the flowers could be collected, perhaps appealing to some heavy taste collectors.

Wait, that's not quite right to say the church was empty.

If one were to venture into the deepest part of the church, they might witness a different kind of scenery.

She looked around again and said, "This place often has groups of Platinum Sons wandering and causing trouble, so keeping watch here isn't bad either."

But Fudolin didn't seem to like staying where she was; perhaps she wanted more interaction with the members after just joining the Strategy Group. After some hesitation, she still followed them.

The White Mask stood at the entrance of the Rose Church, donned in a bloodstained battlefield physician outfit, with dried blood presenting an unsightly color. Coupled with the overpowering stench of blood from the church, it was an unbearable sight.

The White Mask looked rather eerie.

"You're back, dear."

A magnetic voice emerged from beneath the White Mask, always seemingly filled with joy, though to some it felt like provocation.

This guy carried an unlikable air of "arrogance," complaining with a sarcastic tone.

However, he hadn't done anything harmful to adventurers up until now, even actively providing all sorts of information, making their feelings towards him rather complicated.

Luluwo looked at the White Mask, recalling interactions with him in recent days.

When people set out for Stoneveil City, the White Mask would vanish from his initial location, leaving messages directing people to find him at Rose Church by Lake Lienia.

Yet the messages seemed too hidden; many adventurers didn't notice them, and even if they did, they still hadn't located Rose Church in the vast Lake Lienia.

Luluwo was searching purely out of interest, and she actually found it.

Back at the entrance of Rose Church, the White Mask had given her the item known as [Rotting Blood Finger], urging her to use it once.

To Luluwo, it resembled a copy of the Blood-red Eye Orb, also used to invade other worlds.

She used the Rotting Blood Finger to invade another adventurer's world in front of the White Mask. After returning victorious, she received generous praise from him.

The true motive of the White Mask emerged after the praise.

"I want to invite you to become an official member of us - to become a knight of 'Blood King' Monger, and join us in establishing a new dynasty."

"Monger isn't just full of power and conviction, but overflowing with love; I'm sure the answer is obvious, dear?"

"Then, please accept this. It's the final trial - soak this cloth filled with the witch's blood."

"The original ritual was to kill one's witch, signifying farewell to the guidance of the Two Fingers... but since you don't have a witch, using another witch's blood will do."

So, Luluwo and her group obtained the white cloth and found a witch at the battle festival who cast Healing Prayer to borrow some blood.

The Skyrim Strategy Group members each had an Oath Cloth, lining up and asking the witch for blood, the scene was strangely outrageous.

"We've brought the item back."

Luluwo showed the blood-soaked Oath Cloth to the White Mask.

The White Mask looked at it carefully and let out a joyful sound.

"You've completed the final trial, dear. Now you're an official member of us - a knight with 'Blood King' Monger to establish a new dynasty."

The White Mask's words gave Luluwo a special feeling. Although she didn't particularly like or dislike this person, at this moment, becoming the knight of the Blood King....

Suddenly felt as if the commoners were ascending to nobility - what a marvelous feeling!

Luluwo stood tall, resembling the excitement of being knighted in a role-playing game.

"Is this it?" she asked.

"Of course, there's more, come on, please extend your finger, and let the noble blood fuse into your body, becoming an eternal token."

Saying so, the White Mask pulled out a gleaming knife, extended his hand to signal Luluwo.

Wait, what is he planning to do?

The residual shadow wouldn't harm me, right?

Holding a dubious attitude, Luluwo cautiously extended her right hand, half-extending before switching to her left hand.

With a gleam of light, a sharp pain pricked her fingertip, the White Mask had actually cut her finger!

...Is that all?

Luluwo felt her cold sweat was for nothing.

"Getting a finger cut is nothing to fear, oh oh oh—"

Before finishing, she let out a heartrending scream!

The other members of the Skyrim Strategy Group were startled by her abrupt scream.

Fudolin's eyes flashed as she was about to rush over and beat White Mask, but Tami quickly stopped her.

Luluwo was trembling all over.

After White Mask cut her finger, he summoned rootless blood which flowed into her body through the wound. Along with the blood's infusion, an indescribable pain ignited within her!

Can't bear it, completely unbearable!

Yet amidst the intense pain, she also felt an additional strange sensation, as if she was forming a connection with some unseen great presence, a feeling akin to...

An oath?

The excruciating pain gradually faded. Luluwo staggered back two steps, clutching the wound, her face pale.

White Mask's voice, sounding even more delighted, rose at the right moment:

"The screams just now were truly melodious, my dear. Remember this pain well; it is the ironclad proof of the connection between Lord Monger and us, hehe."

Still a laughter that is hard to like, but this time, along with the laughter, he handed over something.

[Pure Blood Knight Medal]

[The Blood King is preparing to establish the new dynasty "Mongewin," and this medal is the proof of honor for knights within the dynasty]

[Use it to meet Monger, but the time is not yet ripe, as Monger is still enjoying a fine night with the gods]

[Patiently await the arrival of the dynasty's establishment]

"This is a special medal granting the qualification to meet Lord Monger, my dear, procured especially for you."

White Mask's voice was cheerful, sounding just like a considerate HR fulfilling his duties.

"But currently, you are not allowed to use the medal. You must wait for the impending establishment of the Mongewin dynasty to meet him. Can you endure until then? Hehe, it's truly exciting, you're sure to be of great use, basking in the love of our lord."

After saying this, he ignored Luluwo and instead turned his gaze towards Tami and the others.

"Hiss..."

Tami and the others gasped, shivering with dread at the thought of Luluwo's screams earlier, feeling the Oath Cloth in their hands a bit hot.

In the end, everyone still gritted their teeth and stepped forward. Surrounded by screams, they all received the Pure Blood Knight Medal.

Except for Fudolin, who didn't even have an Oath Cloth; with White Mask, she might as well not exist.

"With so many Pure Blood Knights, Lord Monger is surely pleased."

White Mask earnestly sighed, then said in a low voice:

"I wonder if they could fill the vacancies left by the veterans."

Luluwo had just recovered from the pain, now holding an item called [Blood Finger], allowing the user to become an invader titled "Blood Finger."

It felt no different from the Blood-red Eye Orb.

"Are you alright? You seemed in a lot of pain." Fudolin's concerned voice came from the side as Luluwo forced a smile, shaking her head to indicate she was fine.

Suddenly, Fudolin took out a small bottle and dripped a drop of clear, viscous liquid onto Luluwo's injured hand.

A miraculous thing happened; the wound no longer hurt at all!

"What potion is this?" Luluwo asked in amazement. She had tried using Healing Potion earlier, but it had no effect on the pain.

"White Dragon's saliva," Fudolin casually replied, as if it were common knowledge to her.

The White Dragon is known as the most skilled in healing among the Dragon Clan, with a high aptitude for learning healing abilities, and the effects they produce are stronger.

But...

She had never heard of White Dragon's saliva being able to heal wounds?

Luluwo felt a bit strange but didn't ask further, instead staring at the Pure Blood Knight Medal in her hand.

The introduction stated the timing is not yet right, which means it's not usable now?

She showed a disappointed expression. Clearly, she went through all the effort to complete White Mask's task to venture into new regions, so what's going on now, why can't she use it?

Seeing her unhappy expression, Fudolin tilted her head in confusion, making a funny face to try to cheer her up.

This young lady is too carefree, Luluwo sighed, tiredly rubbing the other's head.

She applied a bit of force to the medal in her hand, thinking to use her internal magic power to cast a protective magical layer on the medal.

However, the moment the medal touched the magic power, it lit up with a blood-red glow, enveloping Luluwo and Fudolin in an instant!

"Eh? Eh?"

Luluwo was bewildered. Once enveloped in the light, she felt a familiar sensation—that of being teleported away!

"Wasn't it said that it couldn't be used?"

White Mask is still standing by!

Oh no, if she goes in now, won't it interrupt the Blood King's pleasant night? What if she sees something eye-burning the moment she steps in—

No time for further thought, the teleportation effect had already begun!

At the very last moment, she looked guiltily at White Mask.

It just happened to meet his murderous gaze.

"Eek! I didn't mean to!"