Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 987 - 652: Advent

The gigantic hand that pierced the heavens and earth closed in, and the surrounding environment suddenly filled with highly concentrated magic power, so dense that it seemed to have materialized into mist.

Even just inhaling a breath could make an ordinary creature appear drunken, and for those intolerant to magic power, they might suffocate on the spot!

Beneath the red glow of the setting sun, a misty scene emerged, two worlds awkwardly superimposed together.

The height of a single giant arm surpassed even the most prominent Royal Palace in the Imperial Capital, and the collision of the two giant arms was a spectacle visible to the entire Imperial Capital.

In the instant the two palms closed together, a shockwave spread outward at lightning speed, spreading across the entire Imperial Capital in the blink of an eye, and even then it showed no signs of slowing, continuing to spread further in all directions with increasing speed.

This was not a mere shockwave; within its scope, all creatures ceased movement for a moment as if they were electrocuted, then lifted their heads to witness the spectacle in the arena.

In the moment they were covered by the shockwave, a message was communicated to all creatures' minds, compelling them to look towards the source.

The message meant:

[A powerful presence is about to descend]

"Hmm?" Sain Dungeon Lord Panson suddenly raised his head, making a puzzled sound.

Glory Dungeon Lord Mording, who was tuning the latest character of the Thirty Heroes, also sensed something, looking toward the direction of the Imperial Capital.

"What has happened in the mortal world again?" Red Teeth's tone was perplexed, though his expression remained unchanged.

Intelligent creatures are such that, if they are not making trouble, it seems to insult their wisdom; he's seen it all and doesn't find anything strange now. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

However, this disturbance... seems to be the largest in almost a century.

Sain Dungeon, in the City Lord's room.

Holding an already opened letter from Heiniss in his hand, Gong Qiying also sensed the changes in the outside world, muttering to himself:

"The feeling outside doesn't seem like a dragon; is there something else causing trouble today?"

If the troublemaker isn't in Sain Dungeon, there's no way to observe or influence it.

"No, why do I instinctively think of influencing it? Even if it's trouble, it could be for the good. Cases like Eliphas are rare after all."

Saying this, Gong Qiying shifted his consciousness to his external body, meanwhile, a rumbling sound came to his ears, and the ground beneath his feet trembled.

He looked toward the direction from which the sound came.

There, where the arms that pierced the heavens and earth stood, the ancient arena began to collapse under an invisible force, and who knows how many people would perish there, with countless silken threads of spiritual energy streaming into those giant hands from the ruins.

Ordinary people seemingly could not see those threads, but they twinkled in the eyes of Gong Qiying.

Gong Qiying was very familiar with those things.

That was spiritual power.

Judging by the scale of the threads, those were the spiritual energies flowing out from the deceased.

Outside the Dungeon, is there something that can absorb spiritual power too?

"Looks like it's bad business."

The arena, or rather, now it should be called ruins.

Turci coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely maintaining a floating posture in the air.

One by one, small magic shields poked out from the collapsing ruins, each enveloping a terrified spectator inside; without a doubt, that was Turci's handiwork.

Though she hadn't anticipated the suddenness of the attack, she still did her best to cast magic shields over as many people as possible, even if she couldn't save everyone.

Moreover, could that really be termed an attack? It felt as if just a mundane force, like gravity, emanated from the giant hand, and the arena collapsed shortly after.

Turci had the feeling that the wave was not an attack but rather like the heartbeat of Younka within the giant hand...

A heartbeat?

Gazing at the blood that streamed from the ruins, the scattered limbs and torsos, and the unending wails of the injured, her temples throbbed incessantly with rage reaching its peak.

"To think they wouldn't even regard civilian lives..." she spat the words through clenched teeth.

Amongst the many professors, Turci was specialized in defense magic and healing magic, all spells to protect life, naturally meaning she was extremely averse to seeing life pass away needlessly before her.

"No matter what kind of experiment you're conducting, I wager my professorship title on bringing you back to the association for a Magic Seal!"

Magic Seal refers to incarcerating a magician who commits a heinous crime within a Forbidden Curse level magic array until their death, essentially a life sentence in prison.

What Magic God? That ancient entity that's long gone should not be resurrected!

All current magic is researched through our own knowledge!

"Seth! Help me!" Turci shouted, calling out her companion's name.

Similarly a professor, and having once ventured together into Sain Dungeon, Seth wielded his magic wand, conjuring an emerald hurricane that swept those protected by egg-shell-like magic shields away from this place.

The spectators inside the shield were already scared out of their wits, their cries echoing, as even the calm induced by Dragon Blood paled against the terror of impending doom.

It seemed Seth's actions had provoked the giant hand, and the previously arena-destroying gravitational force returned, bypassing the professors and striking at the fleeing spectators.

"Not a chance!"

Turci's magic wand flared brilliantly, encasing the giant hand in an unprecedentedly solid magic shield. Her face turned pale at the collision between gravity and the shield, but she gritted her teeth, and the shields, enveloping the gravity, fiercely struck against the giant hand!