Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 967 - 638: Blood King Monger

Fudolin now couldn't figure out if she was normal or not.

Her consciousness seemed to be stuck between clarity and haze, making it hard to describe the feeling.

On one hand, she felt that her behavior of only walking forward, ignoring her companions, and even leaving the Monsters to them was very odd. But on the other hand, she felt that there was something at the top of the mountain that deeply attracted her.

This inexplicable allure urged her to walk forward, never stopping, heading straight for the peak.

No matter how awful her words and thoughts were previously, she would always go to rescue her companions. But this time, she completely ignored Luluwo and the others, who clearly needed help.

There's a word that perfectly describes her state—bewitched.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed as if things started becoming strange after she encountered Michaela's lotus, or rather, the Charming Branch.

More accurately, it was after she heard that warm-toned, golden-haired presence whispering in her ear that everything turned odd.

What had she heard at that time? What did that presence say?

She couldn't remember, completely couldn't remember.

However, the abrupt thought of slaying the Blood King known as "Monger" who hides in the Blood Dynasty surfaced in her mind, seemingly supporting her goal to move forward.

"It's there, it must be there."

Fudolin stared at the giant cocoon that could completely envelop her, exhaling breath tinged with the smell of lava, and the temperature around her rose sharply.

She stepped towards the giant cocoon, with the high-temperature gradually melting the bricks beneath her feet, causing even the air to warp and flicker.

"Fudolin!"

Luluwo's voice suddenly came from behind, but this didn't stop Fudolin from moving forward.

Footsteps of an urgent march resounded as members of the Skyrim Strategy Group arrived at the peak in some disarray.

Before coming, they fought with a group of Platinum Sons at the base of the mountain, finally finding a chance to slip away, ascending to the summit by lift.

"Wait, there might be danger ahead!"

Tami had just shouted, reaching out to pull her back, but was abruptly scalded by the scorching air, quickly retracting his hand.

It was only after this retreat that he had the time to survey the ruins-like structure, finally spotting the form of the giant cocoon.

"What is that...?"

It was unquestionably an object that fit the definition of a cocoon.

Resembling a giant egg woven from Insect Silk, it gave the impression it could easily be torn open, making one suspect it surely contained a "larva" transforming into an adult form.

But strangely, that cocoon was torn.

A massive rift ran down the center, nearly splitting the entire cocoon in two!

No larvae fell out; instead, unexpectedly—a dried-up arm!

An entire arm was revealed, pointing towards the sky, looking extremely parched, like a lifeless body incapable of movement.

The arm unquestionably matched the definition of a giant, with the forearm appearing longer than Tami's entire height, and if its body stood up...

Luluwo couldn't help but associate it with the Giant King Youmu, as their sizes might be nearly identical.

"What on earth is this!?" she exclaimed.

A tacky trophy belonging to the Blood King? No, no, no, this thing couldn't possibly be just a simple trophy. Yet, the arm and the body inside the cocoon didn't seem alive, nor did they look like a pet.

Moreover, the giant cocoon was placed at the center, deep within the structure, looking as though it was an altar in a church.

Could it be...

Luluwo suddenly understood and clapped her hands, saying, "This is likely a symbol of the God the Blood King worships!"

Considering the numerous blood pools of all sizes within the Blood Dynasty, Monger's aesthetic really was beyond ordinary acceptance. Placing such an object within his own palace didn't seem incomprehensible.

"Captain, is this really the time to ponder these things?" Berto suddenly patted her shoulder, pointing ahead, "Fudolin has already gone inside, you see the fog rising at the entrance, it's clearly the Fog Gate!"

The emergence of a Fog Gate signifies the appearance of a Boss Level Monster, also heralding that the adventurers entering it are about to engage in a relentless, no-escape battle with the boss.

To date, no one has ever broken a Fog Gate; no amount of power seems able to budge it an inch.

"Hiss..." Luluwo drew a sharp breath, indecisive for a moment, but then steeled herself to walk towards the Fog Gate, saying, "Even if she's acting strange now, we can't just leave her behind. What if she can't use the Teleportation Crystal in her current state? Let's go!"

Looking into each other's eyes, the group took a deep breath, threw a bunch of Scrolls, Potions, and Items, along with the classic Beneficial Magic on each other, and then strode into the Fog Gate.

Regardless of whether they knew the strength of the boss beyond the door, crossing the Fog Gate always gave adventurers a sense of ritual.