Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

"Wooohhh——"

When they saw the massive Red Lion City shift into super transformation mode due to their line charge, the crowd couldn’t help but scream!

Yet, amidst the terrified cries, there were still a few distinct voices mixed in.

"Wa hahaha, this is definitely a blockbuster scene!"

"Yay! This is how I imagined Red Lion City!"

Luluwo and Uffie laughed loudly, meeting each other’s eyes at this moment.

Confirming eye contact, though their reasons for laughter differed, the other was the same type of double as them!

Before they could express any mutual sympathy, Moer, with a voice that became notably loud after transforming into a dragon, let out a scream audible throughout Red Lion City.

"Ahhhh, don’t come near me!"

In Moer’s eyes, the Dragon-slaying Spear on the Red Lion City wall gleamed with a chilling light that struck terror into dragons!

Even though he didn’t know how the excessively thick spear operated or if it could actually harm him, Moer felt extremely afraid, very, very afraid!

This sensation was as if countless strong creatures’ blood was smeared on the eerie spear, and his intuition told him that those mighty creatures somewhat included the "Dragon" in their name; this was a weapon that had hunted countless Dragons.

Just looking at the Dragon-slaying Spear, a slew of images flashed inexplicably of it piercing through giant dragons’ bodies, even forbidden black dragon couples being struck down with a bang... Wait, why do I have these images in my head?

No matter what, the Dragon-slaying Spear seemed to have "Dragon Special Attack" written all over it!

The terror Moer felt upon seeing the Dragon-slaying Spear was no less than a royal Princess seeing a flaming stick!

Escape, he had to escape.

Moer furiously flapped his wings, trying to flee, but the four-legged dragon’s agility couldn’t compare to a two-legged dragon’s; moreover, he had eaten himself too fat, and the gravity arrows from the Red Lion Knights on the ground had already shot up, missing him but completely sealing off his escape route.

No, they weren’t missing; they were deliberately doing it to block his movement!

Now realizing this is already too late.

"Boom——"

With a deafening blast echoing through the sky, intense flames exploded before Moer, and the terrifying Dragon-slaying Spear propelled by surging steam shot out forcefully!

This thing is steam-powered!?

Only the dragons’ wail was heard from the sky, as the spinning and advancing Dragon-slaying Spear instantly pierced the proud hard scales on the four-legged dragon’s chest, effortlessly penetrating into his thoracic cavity!

Scattered dragon blood fell all over.

"Awooo——"

Under the blow of this classic final battle weapon designed by the Neon people, Moer completely lost his combat power!

Like a crashed fighter plane, Moer completely lost control over his flying ability, crashing uncontrollably toward the twin towers of Red Lion City belonging to him.

"Hey hey hey, don’t mess up at this time!"

"Oh no, oh no, we’re going to fall!"

Generally speaking, the fall from the city wall was swift, and most people couldn’t react, but the adventurers riding on the green dragon’s back were quite skilled, responding far faster than normal people, allowing time for crash remarks.

Whether it’s fortunate or unfortunate is unknown.

The giant dragon slammed into the bottom of the city wall, and before the complete crash, a golden silhouette flashed out at the last moment.

"Dong!"

The wall struck vibrated violently, but apart from some debris falling, no other damage appeared; the architecture’s quality speaks for itself.

Moer collapsed utterly on the ground, no longer moving; as for his passengers....

"Did I manage to come out successfully?"

Fanen gazed blankly at his unharmed body, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, gratefully touched the "Gloric Crown" on his head.

This thing can use random prayers from Melting Furnace Hundred Beasts; earlier he tried on a whim, and the prayer used resulted in a pair of golden wings—"Wings of Melting Furnace Hundred Beasts."

"By the way, is everyone okay?" He quickly regained awareness from the thrilling escape feeling and turned to rush to Moer’s crash spot.

He saw everyone disheveled from the fall; although plummeting from a height that could kill seven or eight old version Jelottes, the adventurers’ extraordinary physique helped everyone survive, especially Moer, who as he was completely knocked unconscious, had the consciousness to become a cushion to absorb the fall damage, though most still fell into a coma.

"Fan...nen..." Uffie retained a trace of consciousness and made a gesture hand toward him.

Is that a gesture asking for help? No, that’s telling him to beware behind him.

Fanen’s heart skipped a beat, he turned sharply, raising his weapon to fend off the swinging Great Sword from the Red Lion Knight.

Scanning the area, countless Red Lion soldiers had already gathered, staring them down very much like their representation.

They had directly crashed behind the Red Lion Legion.

Now the situation was crystal clear; as the only one left standing on site, Fanen bore the heavy burden of resisting the soldiers until everyone recovered!

With such a hefty responsibility on his shoulders, his spirits were unexpectedly lifted, even if there were absolutely over a hundred Red Lion Legion before him.

"Glory accompanies you... Go ahead, Fanen." Uffie’s encouraging words came from his side.

"Alright!"

Fanen shouted angrily, lifting his gun to deliver a critical hit directly to the weak point of the soldier charging at him. Seizing the moment as the enemy fell into a stupor, he drove the Saw Meat Blade into the soldier’s chest. A squelching noise followed, and as he withdrew the blade, a torrent of blood erupted, dragging out intestines and other innards. It was a scene straight out of a chainsaw fanatic’s dream.

Swallowing a Beast Ball, "My fate is determined by me, not the heavens."

Facing a horde of advancing enemy troops, Fanen fearlessly hacked and slashed his way forward. The more he cut, the stronger he became, his form increasingly beast-like. Even the wounds inflicted by the soldiers on him healed rapidly in sync with his attacks. As long as he was fast enough, the injuries couldn’t keep up!

The area transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse, the scent of blood perfectly matching Galide’s soil.

"Why do I feel like his style doesn’t quite match ours?" Luluwo, who had regained consciousness but still couldn’t move, remarked sarcastically. The scene of Fanen’s battle couldn’t be more aptly described than with the term "massive bloodspill."

"Go, Fanen!" She cheered loudly while gulping down a Healing Potion, then generously sloshed the potion over the onlookers.

Except for Moer, who had entirely perished and was transported to an unknown blessing, the others slowly awoke and lent their voices to cheer Fanen on.

The scene resembled an invigorating gaze into a hot-blooded youth comic!

Though Fanen was gasping for air, his Essence Qi was in remarkably good shape. A new wave of troops was about to arrive. Ordinary soldiers were of little concern, but the Red Lion Knights, whom he dreaded the most, were among them. Yet with everyone’s encouragement, Fanen felt no fear. Instead, he felt grand feelings surging within his chest, as if he had endless strength within him.

"Go, Fanen!"

"Show them some color!"

"We’re almost ready!"

"Ow!"

Supported by such an array, Fanen let out a howl, breaking free from the constraints of the Transformation Technique. He swiftly took on the form of a towering and wildly savage Wolfman and charged towards the Red Lion Knights with a wild howl!

Carrying everyone’s expectations, he absolutely could not lose!

The next second, his legs took a heavy blow, and he fell to the ground.

"Huh?"

The Red Lion Knights hadn’t moved. Why then...

Fanen looked up to see the soldiers who previously couldn’t defeat him surrounding him, forming a peculiar battle formation... why did it look so much like a formation for hunting giant hounds?

Was it just his imagination, or when he transformed into a more beastlike Wolfman form, had these soldiers’ demeanor suddenly changed?

Had they turned into expert beast hunters?

"Wait, is this a joke?"

Cold sweat trickled down his wolfish forehead.

In short order, Fanen received the same treatment as a giant hound.

Surrounded and kicked around like a ball by dozens of beast-hunting-skilled soldiers and Knights.

The army’s organized battle technique was a first-time experience for him, accustomed as he was to fighting Monsters, leaving him unable to react or defend.

The cheers and applause of the people also ceased. Before everyone fully recovered, Fanen had already collapsed spectacularly, unable to rise. Some soldiers even attempted to burn his corpse with torches, completely viewing him as a beast.

"...."

Those who were immobilized on the ground looked at the advancing Red Lion Legion in mutual silence for a moment.

"Um, could you not hit my face?" said Luluwo, pulling out an Image Stone and strapping it to her face.

Experiencing getting beaten by Red Lion soldiers from a first-person perspective — this kind of footage surely has a market in special fetish circles, right?

Moments later, the scene was filled with the painful howls of the adventurers.

Uffie, the quickest to recover, got up to resist for a while, taking one Red Lion Knight down before being beaten into kneeling. No matter how strong she was as the Sword Saint’s daughter, she couldn’t hold out long in an injured state against a noble gang-up, ultimately unable to escape the fate of crouching defensively with her head in her hands.

Despite having a strong recovery power from the Insect King constitution, she had previously helped Moer share the burden of a Dragon-slaying Spear injury, although the outcome didn’t really change in the end.

"Being beaten to death in a group fight is too embarrassing..."

Just as Uffie was about to give herself a dignified end, she suddenly noticed that the tallest tower inside Red Lion City seemed to be flashing, like the reflection of sunlight on a lens...

Instinctively, she looked over, missing her last chance for dignity.

Atop the high tower, a person whose attire was entirely different from the soldiers was observing them through a telescope.

It seemed to be an elderly man whose pointy hat concealed almost half his face, leaving only his nose, mouth, and graying beard exposed. His aura was like one who had long held a high position.

Who was that, and why were they watching us?

Such questions arose in Uffie’s mind. The other party did not seem to be a sneaky infiltrator like Roger, because there were two Red Lion soldiers openly standing beside the elderly man.

The elderly man also noticed Uffie’s gaze, glanced at her, shook his head, sighed, and turned to leave, looking quite disappointed.

"Well," exploded from Uffie’s head in an instant.

Was she just underestimated?

Unbearable, next time she would definitely rush up to that old man to prove herself!

And rip his hat to shreds right on the ground!

Initially, she planned to figure out the layout of Red Lion City and then move on to other things, but that was no longer the case.

She was determined to butt heads with Red Lion City!