When the Fog Gate rose in front of her, Uffie’s heart rate was actually increasing.

The Fog Gate represented the unknown, and the unknown symbolized danger—an emotion imprinted in human instinct, one that even Uffie couldn’t escape.

She was just nervously wondering what kind of monster might appear.

A Curse Frog larger than a mountain? A Molten Furnace Knight capable of Instant Teleportation? A Slime with enthralling effects?

However, when the invasion alert popped up, Uffie felt relieved.

"So it’s just an invader, huh? I thought it was something else."

She twirled the spear in her hand, a confident smile reappearing on her face.

Fighting monsters required her to gauge her opponent’s tactics and abilities first, but when it came to battling humans, there was no one she was truly afraid of!

After all, when she first started learning spear techniques as a child, the first thing she learned was how to fight humans. Before becoming an adventurer who fights monsters, she was already an expert in human civil wars!

Moreover, when she was wandering around the Sain Dungeon with Gapar, she learned all sorts of tricks from those invaders thoroughly.

What’s Alperich? Even if the Avatar of Soul V came, she wouldn’t be afraid!

"Be careful, this guy is really strong!" Isha warned.

"Yes, yes, really very strong, you have to be careful." Tepi echoed.

It seemed like these three had already experienced some form of interrogation?

A scarlet invader’s Spiritual Body appeared at the end of the hall, symbolizing oppression and ominousness.

Even with its red hue, one could tell that this Mad Tongue was a handsome fellow, wearing a wide-brimmed pointed Mage Hat adorned with gems and a Mage’s cape, with a melancholic expression on his face, giving off the vibe of a melancholic pretty boy. Coupled with his title, he gave off a very storied feeling.

The scythe in his hand exuded a bloodthirsty aura, while the Magic Wand in his other hand was wrapped with something akin to thorns. No, it looked more like dead branches, giving off a heretical scent.

Unlike those invaders who had already been overwhelmed with victory, the first thing Alperich did upon appearing was...

Politely bow to Uffie!

It was an undeniably respectful pre-battle gesture towards an opponent!

Oh, how surprising, in today’s Sain Dungeon invasion environment, someone still performed pre-battle respects. Even if he was just a residual shadow, it undoubtedly elevated the average quality of Sain Dungeon’s inhabitants.

"Eh?" Now, it was Uffie’s turn to be surprised.

Her eyes showed not only surprise but also another emotion—panic.

As for why she panicked, it was because when Alperich appeared, she had already sprung up, thrusting a spear towards his heart!

This made her look like a Sain native who audaciously launched a shameless sneak attack while their opponent was saluting... a qualified Sain resident?

Alperich rolled backward just in time, avoiding the attack, though clumsily. He barely managed to evade the blow, but a long blood streak was carved across his chest, tearing his opulent clothing, leaving him looking rather pitiful.

"Well, um..."

Uffie halted in time, her face showing a regretful expression, "If I say I’m sorry, will you forgive me?"

Oh heavens, what had she just done? Launching a surprise attack on someone with martial ethics—I look like someone lacking morals!

A great sense of regret emerged in her heart, and Uffie was plagued by her conscience.

When she asked this question, Alperich did not respond. Instead, the spectators on the terrace all simultaneously covered their eyes, unwilling to witness what would happen next. Even if they jumped down to help, they probably wouldn’t be much use.

Alperich raised his hand and waved it, the Magic Wand in his hand instantly emanating a powerful blizzard aura, ready to unleash an immensely strong magic.

"Guess I can’t be forgiven, huh."

Uffie sighed, relieved that the earlier scene wasn’t seen by outsiders. Otherwise, her reputation would have been tarnished.

Although she felt guilty towards Alperich, her opponent’s identity was still that of an invader she had to fight to the death, so she wouldn’t show any mercy.

The best way to deal with a magician is to deliver a thunderous blow before their magic could be released, directly interrupting the magic or even killing them! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Uffie’s spear was enveloped in a surging Fighting Qi, even to the point where her emotional upheaval overexerted, causing signs of transformation on her arms. Wasn’t this thrusting going to turn the enemy into skewers?

But she misjudged the speed of Alperich’s magic casting, or rather, she misjudged the strength of Alperich, who was ’empowered by Sain Dungeon after being interrupted during a salute.’

An Alperich interrupted during a salute and an Alperich not interrupted were completely different in strength within Sain’s design.

Why was it designed this way? Perhaps Gong Qiying wanted to teach people about martial ethics.

"Swoosh!"

Snow-white and ice-blue blizzards erupted from the top of the Magic Wand, its temperature so cold that even Uffie’s Fighting Qi stalled momentarily. She felt a strong threat and immediately aborted her attack, leaping back to find a place to hide, but it was then she suddenly realized—

The entire hall, even those proficient in Marathon would take a minute or two to traverse, was completely covered by the blizzard, with not a single place to hide, not even a suitable place to land!

Once she landed, what awaited her would be endless ice and snow assault!

Was the attack’s range and intensity so outrageous?

Uffie quickly verticalized her spear, using it to prop herself up, but the cold still spread along the spear shaft.

This thing not only had such a strong effect and wide range but even lasted so long???

It wasn’t over yet—looking down, she saw something even more shocking.

Alperich was holding the Magic Wand as if he had stabbed it into his own body?

[Magic: Sinful Thorns]activated in an instant!

His body erupted with a large amount of blood, which transformed under the magic into a massive forest of thorns entwining around him, instantly covering all areas around him.

[Sinful Thorns]

[The heretical magic of the banished sinners, the most detested magic of the academy]

[Able to harm oneself with Sinful Thorns, summoning a swirling vortex of blood thorns around]

[The sinners whose eyes were pierced by thorns found blood stars in their eternal darkness]

Though this magic appeared incredibly bloody and violent, Uffie could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Because the thorn forest, though vast, had not yet reached her, she was still safe—

Before the thought could complete in her mind, she saw Alperich using the magic wand to injure himself again, and amidst the intense bleeding, the magic activated a second time. This time the range expanded even further, covering most of the hall.

Uffie’s expression froze.

Wait, wait, wait, there’s not going to be a third time, right?

She glanced back at Fanen and the others, seeking a bit of reassurance, only to see them all turn their heads away in unison.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!"

Uffie’s composure immediately crumbled, and it was then that the threat of death approached.

Alperich launched Sinful Thorns for the third time.

The crimson thorns filled the entire hall!

Not long after, the Great Blessing.

"That guy’s a nasty invader, isn’t he!"

A brand-new Uffie emerged fresh from the fray, though her face looked extremely unpleasant.

"Alperich is a residual shadow, technically not an invader," Fanen added with a spirit of precision, but he received a deathly glare in return.

"Bro, read the room, will you," Isha remarked, pulling Fanen back with an exasperated expression.

"I can never get used to the feeling of dying..."

She touched various parts of her body, still feeling the excruciating pain of being pierced all over by the thorns. The attack of the Omen Demon was nothing more than a tickle compared to this.

"You all got hit by him too?" She looked at Fanen and the others.

They all nodded in unison; they had entered earlier than her and naturally hit all the pitfalls first.

"...My mood improved a little," Uffie muttered to herself, walking with lingering fear to the balcony where her spear lay, alone. The pain earlier had been so intense she had let go instinctively.

Just as she was about to jump down and retrieve it, she suddenly stopped, realizing a problem, and turned back to ask:

"Does that guy appear every time someone gets close to the hall?"

As people nodded, Uffie’s expression darkened gradually, and after holding it for a while, she finally said:

"Could someone please find me a hook or a rope."

Later, after some busy work, she finally fished her spear back up.

As the first to arrive, Fanen took Uffie on a tour around the Round Table Hall—though there was not much to see, as each room was tightly shut, with only two living beings, or rather residual shadows, present.

One was the blacksmith Shigu, who appeared as a sub-human figure, an old uncle type not adept at communicating with people, silently forging beside them. When he saw Uffie, he only said, "Hand over the weapons," a character seemingly completely different from Andre the blacksmith in the Lake District.

The other was the deformed Twin Old Women, with one body possessing two strange heads and a withered form that looked like a breeze could topple it over. She was a merchant, but currently selling only ordinary-looking weapons, though in the Sain Dungeon they might seem ordinary, weapons with combat skills were sought after outside and could fill up any market.

Besides these two, there was no one else in the Round Table Hall for the time being.

"So what were those phantasms I saw earlier..." Uffie said with some regret, the situation inside did not quite match her expectations.

Fanen nodded in a sympathetic manner, even though he was quite interested in the black-dressed older sister who appeared in the images.

Later, they discovered that the Great Blessing allowed teleportation to other blessing points, though like a bonfire, there were limitations. So far, several blessings were found, but only the beginning guide and the one lit after defeating the Omen Demon allowed teleportation.

As a safe zone similar to the Fire Transmission Ceremony, the Round Table Hall was quite satisfactory, if not for the intruders.

Uffie led everyone to teleport back to the bridge, leaving that "place of heartbreak."

"Where did you guys go? I’ve been waiting here for ages."

Upon their return, a young man’s voice came through, it was Edgar.

The magical artifact had successfully built his body.

Truth be told, people weren’t too familiar with him, only knowing that he was the disciple of Younka, the Court Great Magic Sage, adept at spreading and teaching the magic Younka had developed or improved, being a capable assistant, and seemed to have a good relationship with Lanle.

"We encountered something magical."

Uffie was about to explain about the Round Table Hall when she looked up and asked in surprise:

"Why do you look so ill, are you alright?"

Edgar’s face was deathly pale, aware of it himself, he grimaced and said through gritted teeth:

"It’s all because of that damned Magic Town..."