Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 972 - 641: Still 000_2

Just like Dal when he was learning to howl.

But, even though the sound didn't seem intimidating, she was getting serious now!

Fudolin's body trembled, and magma overflowed from her surface, almost completely covering her. This appearance was more fitting for an elemental creature than a giant dragon. Her four limbs pawed at the ground, muscles bulging!

Then she shot toward Monger like a cannonball!

Without a doubt, the force of this attack could directly collapse the completely undefended Imperial Palace!

Dragon Car, it's a pure Dragon Car!

Faced with this strike, Monger did not raise Mongwin's Holy Spear to resist head-on again. Because even if he managed to stop the Dragon Car with brute force, he'd still be drenched in magma. No matter how you looked at it, facing it head-on would only lead to injury.

So, the wings on his back flapped, and he instantly ascended into the sky.

"?"

A question mark slowly formed above Fudolin's head as she crashed into the wall, causing a large section of the building to collapse.

Wait a minute, he (referring to Monger) can dodge?

Why earlier did he take all our attacks like a wooden stake, making me think he would completely stand like a king and take every attack without flinching!

Thankfully, despite the banter, Fudolin never really hoped that the opponent wouldn't dodge at all. As her thick tail swung, the magma on her entire body was pulled by an invisible force, transforming into a giant net that lunged at Monger in the sky. She, with her massive size, charged through the rubble, instantly rushing towards the enemy.

Faced with such a combo of attacks, Monger swung the Holy Spear with immense vigor. At the moment of collision with the magma net, he sliced it into dozens of pieces, his posture remarkably resembling that of an Omen Demon.

Fudolin had already reached Monger's side, and after exchanging several blows, fell back a certain distance towards the ground. But she quickly regained her vigor, showing no signs of fatigue at all. It seemed she could continue fighting Monger all day.

A battle spirit often spoken of by others ignited in her eyes.

This is what combat should be—attacking and defending, skill for skill, direct confrontation. After spending a few days with the Skyrim Strategy Group, constantly using strange items and unexpected tricks to deal with enemies, Fudolin nearly forgot how blood-boiling true combat was for dragons!

Come on, Blood King, for Lady Michaela, show me the remaining moves you have!

As she launched herself upward, Fudolin suddenly hesitated, tilting her head.

Who was Michaela again?

What am I doing for Michaela?

Before her mind could process this extra information, the blood-red sky deepened again, and Monger's deathly voice echoed once more.

"Zero!"

"Hey, wait, not this move again!?"

Fudolin crashed down once more.

The massive blood loss erupted once again. This time, without a Holy Grail Bottle, Fudolin relied on her immense willpower to endure!

"Ha ha... I can still keep fighting..."

"Very good."

Monger's compliment rang out. Generally, praise from an opponent should feel pleasant.

Yet Fudolin was not happy at all; her smile even abruptly vanished.

Because she saw Monger lifting the Holy Spear once again, and his mouth was poised to utter that word in the next second:

"Zero!"

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"Alright, let's summarize the intelligence we've gathered today."

In the most famous tavern of the "Great Safety Zone," Academy Gate Town, at Lake Lienia, Luluwo and others were holding a solemn post-battle review meeting.

Whether it was Tami, Berto, or Mila, their tables were filled with all sorts of large bottles of alcoholic beverages, half of which had already been consumed, and everyone was gulping them down.

Not because everyone was thirsty.

"After experiencing such heavy bleeding, it feels like my body is extremely dehydrated..."

"I so want to fill myself up with liquid, please turn me into a water balloon..."

"Hey, hey, that kind of thinking is dangerous."

Luluwo slammed the table, speaking to her comrades who were completely immersed in the shadow of failure in a tone that expressed frustration: 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Cheer up, all of you! Fudolin hasn't returned yet, which means she must still be fighting, what a tenacious child she is! Once we finish our review, we need to go help her!"

At the mention of Fudolin, everyone who had been dejected raised their heads, with reminiscent expressions on their faces, they said:

"She really is a gentle child."

"For her, I have to pull myself together."

"I need to repay her favor."

"Why do you all sound like you're about to go off to a tragic battlefield from which you'll never return..."

Luluwo's urge to banter couldn't be contained anymore, but it was good that everyone was regaining their energy.

She slapped down the analysis about the Blood King Monger on the table, and was about to say something passionate to motivate everyone.

"Bang! Bam!"

The tavern door swung open and shut violently, and everyone turned towards the sound.

They saw a little Dragon Lady with a sullen face drift to their table, then squatted down, hugging her head in place as if drained of all energy.

The atmosphere was deathly still, and everyone exchanged glances before looking at Fudolin, whom they had high hopes for just moments ago, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm a gloomy mushroom..." Fudolin's voice, filled with resentment, floated up from under the table.

"Seems like she's been hit pretty hard."

Tami kindly handed over the drink beside her, which Fudolin instantly finished, prompting others to offer their drinks too, all of which Fudolin accepted and gulped down.

Seeing her like this, everyone could somewhat guess her cause of 'death.'

"Not only is she gloomy, she's also a dehydrated mushroom."

As soon as Luluwo finished this sentence, she felt something extremely fierce bite her leg.

"Ahem, let's get back to business."

She immediately put on a serious face and pushed the analysis documents towards everyone.

The documents meticulously detailed everything they encountered during their exploration of the Blood Dynasty, even including a simple map. One couldn't help but admire Luluwo's speed.

Places they hadn't had time to explore were marked with question marks, dangerous areas were marked with red crosses, and Monger's location was entirely filled in red.

Aside from the things that happened today before the battle with Monger, the document also recorded some small side stories.

It was something they saw while tracking Fudolin—an improvised church, situated at the foot of Monger's mountain.

A large number of Platinum Sons congregated there, and the altar inside the church housed a Blood Noble with even greater strength, seemingly performing some kind of sermon.

The first thought that crossed Skyrim Strategy Group's mind upon seeing this scene was:

They so wanted to use a wide-range magic or Combat Skill to wipe out all these enemies at once.

"Doing that would certainly be so relieving!"

"Wait a minute, aren't we getting off track with our discussion?"

What's important isn't how to relieve stress by dealing with Platinum Sons, but rather another thing inside the church.

A particularly fancy treasure chest seemed to exist beside the Blood Noble!

Even though they hurriedly pursued Fudolin, Luluwo managed to get one more glance.

The chest perfectly matched the key they got from the White Mask.

Undoubtedly, the White Mask's key was designed to open this chest, surely containing treasures!

But as plain as a single treasure chest appeared, it seemed quite less impressive in comparison to the vault described by the key. But this couldn't diminish their enthusiasm!

"Let's mark that treasure chest as our next exploration target!"

Another discovery was that they found a corpse at the foot of the mountain, from which they picked up a letter that only had one sentence:

[To obtain the supreme Dragon Feast, go to the Shadow Land and eat the Mad Dragon's heart]

"Supreme Dragon Feast, those words do inspire infinite fantasies."

Luluwo couldn't help but wonder what kind of power would be called the supreme Dragon Feast and why the title Mad Dragon seemed so familiar?

At that moment, she suddenly felt a pat on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw a friendly elderly dragon face before her eyes.

"What do you mean by the supreme Dragon Feast, young lady?"

The Two-legged Dragon Clan Leader, Elo, wore a kind smile.