Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 101 Black Knife Assassin
[This chapter has been modified]

When people think of monsters entering the city, what do they think of?

Blood and fire, wailing and screaming, ghosts and demons
But the only thought of everyone in Bed City at this moment is -

majesty.

The storm dragon walked straight on the road to the inner wall, its dragon hunting armor standing proudly. Thunder and storm sang praises for them, as if the ancient king was returning to the world.

In such a scene, let alone fighting, even worshipping would be considered blasphemy to them.

Stellan's mouth was dry. She urgently wanted to know what the relationship between the Storm Dragon, the Dragon Hunting Armor and the Eldest Son of the Sun was, and why the former mortal enemies would fight side by side?
The endless thunderstorms reaped the lives of every mercenary. Even Gelka and Simon could not escape. The moment they were struck by lightning, their bodies could no longer move.

This is like - divine punishment!
The mercenaries tried their best to resist but to no avail. They watched in despair as the lightning struck them.

The thunder soon died down. No matter whether it was the mercenaries of the Light Eagle Group or the guards of the Bed family, all those who dared to offend the dungeon were killed.

However, no innocent adventurers were injured or killed!
This is somewhat inaccurate, because there were always people who were hit by falling rocks, blown away by storms, or frightened to dizziness, but death did not come to them.

The survivors stared at the storm dragon and the scene fell into complete silence for a moment.

People opened their mouths but no sound came out. They looked at each other, and some brave ones did something surprising - they followed!
These people want to see what the monster wants to do.
Could it be that it was to kill the last offender, Count Philip?
Yes, all the Light Eagles were killed, let alone the Earl.

A magical scene was created.

The masters of storms and thunder walk impartially on the right path, and behind them are followers as tiny as insects.

The only sound echoing in the world is the sound of the wind.

Just then, an unexpected character appeared.

"God of Fire, what happened here?"

A fire monk in red looked at Bed City blankly, with a dozen or so fire god believers standing behind him.

Everyone finally traveled a long way to Bed City. They had come to Bethel City to be Sun Warriors because they believed the rumor that the God of Fire was in the underground city of Sen. However, they found that the place was in a mess.
"Oh my God!" He saw the Storm Dragon and the Dragon Hunter Armor, and was terrified. "How did the monster get into the city?"

People stared at him, suggesting that he should stop talking nonsense!
"What is going on here? Can anyone tell me, sir? Could you please explain it to me?"

Someone was extremely annoyed by the Fire Monk and gave a rough account of what had happened.

The Fire Monk fell into a long silence after hearing this.

Just when people thought he would leave, he knelt down in front of the Storm Dragon and shouted:
"This is a punishment from the God of Fire! It's a punishment from the great god Gwyn!"

What is God Gwyn?
The adventurers were confused by these remarks. They knew the image of the bonfire, but they did not know that the Church of Starfire had unilaterally made Gwyn their god.

"The culprit behind all this is the greedy Count Bed!" the Fire Monk shouted with emotion.

"His actions angered the dungeon and the will of the Lord God of Fire. The God sent His messenger to vent His anger and punish the sinner!"

In his eyes, both the Dragon Hunting Armor and the Storm Dragon were filled with a strong divinity.

There is no doubt that these two powerful creatures are inextricably linked to the God of Fire, and there is no possibility of mistake.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "What did the Earl do to anger the Thane Dungeon?"

"It's the God of Fire!" The Flame Monk glared at him and said, "Count Bedard has restricted you, and restricted the future believers of the gods from entering the dungeon for pilgrimage. Isn't this blasphemy or something?"

People felt that the old man was a little crazy, but they still asked: "According to what you said, this dragon and armor are here to help us?"

"Did you see them hurt any of you?" the Fire Monk asked.

Really not
The only dead were the nobles' guards and the Light Eagles, but no adventurers were killed.

The flame monk said in an inflammatory tone: "Isn't this a problem? This shows that the God of Fire protects the innocent. The original flame shines on everyone equally. The fact that you are still alive and standing here shows God's mercy!"

Before anyone could speak, the Flame Monk shouted:

"Come, let's go together to witness the end of Count Greed. Don't be afraid, come, God's messenger will not harm you."

Originally, people followed the Storm Dragon to watch the fun.

After his words, the people who followed him turned into a pilgrim group, as if everyone really believed that there was such a god of fire who came to punish Count Philip.

So weird.
Even though people felt that there were many things wrong, they still followed for the time being.

The inner city wall, a fortified city of forty or fifty meters, is a miracle created by the ancestors of the Bed family.

However, today, this miracle disappeared silently in the face of the storm.

In the lord's mansion, everyone looked ashen as they watched the approaching storm. Count Philip had already known everything through the message from the magician from the outside world, and the magician was subsequently struck to charcoal by the lightning.

He could only stay in the mansion, listening to the approaching footsteps of the Storm Dragon and counting his own end.

Why did things become like this?

He was a little confused, as his original intention was to mine more blood berries and present them to the king so that he could live a better life.

Why did he die in the end?

He had already sent Sally and the others away and stayed alone in the mansion.

However, the only building that sheltered him was also destroyed by the storm.

The fragile mortal raised his head and looked at the great creature.

The dragon hunting armor lowered its head. This was not God's mercy to man, but a judgment.

The dragon-hunting axe was raised high, and the flame monk shouted loudly: "Use divine punishment on the blasphemous nobles!"

at this time--

"Pikachu, use one hundred thousand volts!"

A bolt of lightning struck the dragon hunting armor, but didn't even leave a scratch.

The Dragon Hunting Armor hadn't reacted yet, but the Fire Monk was furious.

"who is it!"

At this moment, an unexpected person stood in front of Count Philip, and Pikachu jumped into his arms, grinning at the dragon hunting armor.

It turned out to be Wilder, the Wilder who was considered to be a loser by everyone.

Seeing his second son standing in front of him, Count Philip was stunned. He thought of who would come to save him, but he never thought it would be Wilder.

"you--"

"Father, please rest assured, I will definitely protect you!" Wilder held Pikachu in his arms and looked at the majestic dragon hunting armor in front of him, with no fear on his face.

However, my legs were shaking so much that I almost peed my pants.

"Pikachu, Pikachu," he said tremblingly, "Why don't you just run away, I can stay here by myself."

"Pika." Pikachu was so scared that he couldn't speak.

A storm flashed by, and a man and a Pokémon were blown away with screams, and disappeared without a trace.

Count Philip stared blankly in the direction where they disappeared, without feeling the slightest bit of worry in his heart.

At this moment, what he was thinking was:
I really want blood therapy, blood therapy, I can't bear it anymore, ah, blood therapy.
When his mind was stimulated, the strange state that had been suppressed before could no longer be suppressed.

Bloodshot appeared in his eyes and wisps of jet-black hair emerged from his skin. He seemed to be undergoing some kind of mutation.

His face was distorted by his thirst for blood, and he did a bold act - he rushed towards the Storm Dragon!

He was thirsty for blood.

However, when the lightning strikes, nothing will be left.

"Rumble--"

In September of the new calendar year 2174, the underground city of Sean went out of control. Count Philip of Bed and a group of mercenaries of the Light Eagle Group were killed. The city of Bed was broken, but there were no additional casualties.

The figure that brought the storm and thunder spread across the continent. People's attention was attracted to the underground city of Sen, and they also noticed the wonderful props and bonfires it produced.

Attracted by novel items, bold and reckless people will not pursue Sean's past rampage. Historical records show that the same dungeon will not rampage twice in a short period of time. It is still crowded and even more prosperous.

Because the Storm Dragon had never killed any adventurer, a saying even began to spread among the crowd:

Sen Dungeon is a dungeon that welcomes adventurers.

In October of the same year, the new heir to the Bed family took office.

His name is Charon.

(End of this chapter)