Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 625 The Limits of the Dragon Race and the Possibility of Overcoming the Weird?
The Abyss, this filthy thing needs no further explanation; adventurers with some experience in the Sien Dungeon know what it is.

The Mad Dragon Virus is essentially the scales of the Heavenly Returning Dragon, which can invade the body of organisms through respiration and other means.

The scales of the Celestial Dragon are a deadly "virus" to other creatures.

Creatures that inhale a certain amount of this dust will soon enter a berserk state known as "Dragon Madness," launching indiscriminate attacks on surrounding creatures. At the same time, those infected are basically doomed, as the Dragon Madness virus and the reproduction of the Heavenly Returning Dragon are closely and inextricably linked.

The Gnatants are a type of creature that coexists with the [Nether Abyss Dragon].

The grubs absorb and bring back the essence of living beings, while the Abyss Dragon absorbs this essence into its body and transforms it into its own energy to strengthen itself.

Monsters infested by parasites will enter a state of "monstrosity," becoming ferocious and increasing in attack power. However, this ferocity is merely a tactic employed by the parasites to absorb more vital energy.

No matter how you look at it, becoming a berserker or a monster is entirely detrimental to the host.

However, if the host possesses extremely strong strength and willpower, and overcomes these two states through their own power, then they can turn the disadvantages into advantages and greatly increase their own strength!
That is called "extreme" and "overcoming the bizarre".

Such an existence has not yet appeared in the dungeons of Sien, so people know nothing about it.

However, some powerful individuals are able to vaguely realize something after coming into contact with these things.

That refers to Ero.

“If it really is Guio’s memory, then this seems to make sense.”

In the chaotic space, Ero was staring intently at the images of various dragons flashing before him, relying on his powerful memory to memorize them one by one.

His conclusion regarding his recent experiences was as follows:

“Gioir didn’t simply swallow me; it was more like a prerequisite for triggering some kind of ability. She pulled me into this space through the act of swallowing me.”

"Then, the dragons from her memories will appear one by one and fight me, but what will be the reason?"

"Could this be her attack method?"

If his guess is true, then Erro can't say there's no result at all, because he is indeed tired, exhausted, and just wants to go home and sleep for a few days and nights.

When fighting those dragons, the negative status effects on him greatly limited his performance, and even made him look rather disheveled.

However, while fighting against the three things that could be described as diseases, including the Abyss, Ero also discovered something different.

Leaving aside the abyss, all he sensed from it was the purest malice.

However, the Mad Dragon virus is different.

Although his consciousness became agitated due to the effects of the virus, and he vaguely sensed that something ominous was brewing in his body because of it.

However, despite these many negative factors, he sensed a possibility of becoming stronger.

He had a feeling that if he could defeat the Mad Dragon Virus, his body might be strengthened to some extent.

This was a subtle difference that only someone extremely familiar with his body could perceive. Anyone else would have been completely controlled by the mania and probably wouldn't have realized the other possibility of becoming stronger until their death.

The same applies to rodents.

In the end, Ero realized that while the parasites were absorbing his life essence, he also sensed that the creatures were actually stimulating his power. Although this power stimulation was a result of better absorbing life essence, it might not be something that couldn't be utilized.

Look at that Silver Dragon, didn't it also rely on the power of the gnawing insects? This thing must have some advantages that can be utilized.

In the very last moment of his battle with the Silver Dragon, he used his power to fight and drive away the grubs. A miraculous thing happened: a few of the grubs that he had fought with his power actually returned the essence he had absorbed, as well as the essence that was originally in the grubs, to his body, turning it into usable power. Even though it was only for a short moment, this meager power was completely squandered.

But it was this instantaneous change that allowed Erro to see another possibility.

Perhaps, the mad dragon virus and the parasites can be used against us?

So, besides myself, can other dragons do the same?

He was considering this possibility; if it were true, he could even foresee a significant increase in the overall strength of the dragon race.

"No, it's still just my own guess. It would be ridiculous to imagine the future based on a mere speculation."

He shook his head. It was still impossible to confirm whether those two things could be used. If they were used in a way that backfired, it would be disastrous.

"So I want to experience them a little longer."

The thought of this made his hands itch. He didn't even have time to fight with all his might. He just wanted to question Gui'ergang about why he wasn't allowed to fight the entire three battles.

Not only do they prevent him from playing the entire match, but they also have to suddenly switch sides during the most intense and exciting moments of every battle!
What's the difference between this and stopping at a inch?
"If I were to be devoured by Guior again, would I be able to see those dragons again and fight them again?" Suddenly, this thought popped into Erro's mind, and he felt that it was worth a try.

Anyone familiar with the Sien Dungeon knows that as long as intelligent beings have thoughts like "I'll come back to the Sien Dungeon again sometime," it's a place where...

Then the future of this intelligent being must be bright.

Just then, he suddenly felt a force repelling him coming from all directions. Sensing the writhing of the surrounding environment, Erro's face showed a bad expression.

"Wait, could it be—"

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by an almost indescribable sound, he was suddenly pushed outward by a force, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in the outside world!
He was vomited up by Gui'er!

"What's that!?"

Abe and his friends, who were still praying in a circle, naturally noticed the commotion over there. When they turned around, they saw it was their grandfather.

"Wow, it really is him!" "Our prayers worked!" "But which god were we praying to just now?" "Gwyn. I've been hearing people talk about him a lot lately. I'm not really sure, but I'll use Him."

To be fair, when Gui'er opened his mouth and spat out a golden dragon that had shrunk into a ball, the golden light that appeared illuminated the surroundings was quite an interesting sight.

But this is on the premise that the dragon was spewed from Guior's mouth, and that Erro's body was covered in a sticky liquid.

"grandfather!"

Abe rushed over quickly, fearing that something might have happened to his grandfather in the eerie underground city of Sien.

It's one thing to cause injury to the elders, but if it weakens the power of the bipedal dragons, then he really can't bear the responsibility.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that my grandfather had transformed into a giant dragon!
Is it possible that Gui'er's stomach is really that terrifying?!
God knows why even a powerful grandfather like him was controlled by Gui'er for such a long time; it felt like several hours had passed.

However, within Erro's perceived time, the time lost was probably no more than an hour, which is the time distortion brought about by the battle.

"Uh"

Ero spread its wings in the air, and its immense power instantly cleared away the slime clinging to its body. The dragon let out a sound of disgust.

"Grandpa, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

As soon as Abe asked the question, he saw the numerous wounds on the other person's body. These wounds were healing very, very slowly, unlike the healing speed that Erro should have had before.

"Hiss! How could this be?"

Abe's eyes welled up with tears when she saw this. She covered her mouth with her hands, looking incredulous and heartbroken, her body trembling slightly.

He truly is the perfect example of a filial and good grandson!
But Erro flicked his finger on his forehead, sending him flying backward, his body spinning in the air.

"Stop pretending to be filial, kid. You're just worried about me getting hurt and not being able to explain it to the clan, aren't you?" Ero said irritably.

"Heh heh." Abe scratched his head with a sheepish grin.

"I'm fine, you can rest assured."

Erro looked at his battle-scarred appearance, which did indeed look worrying, so he cast an illusion spell on himself to make him appear to be in no serious condition for the time being.

However, after transforming into a dragon, it takes several days to turn back into a human. How can I explain why I wanted to grow to such a giant size?
Erro shook his head, sensing a predicament.

The ground shook as Guior raised its head again, staring intently at the group of dragons, its eyes filled with warning, and its mouth brewing an even more terrifying roar.

Seeing this, Ero couldn't help but shake his head and mutter to himself:
"After all, it's a creation of the dungeon. Will it treat all outsiders as enemies and attack them? There's simply no room for communication."

"Roar!" Guior let out a loud roar, and echoes of response came from all around. In the blink of an eye, dozens of smaller flying dragons shot out of the jungle and chased after Erro and his group.

Ero was not afraid of these dragons, but Abe and the other dragons behind him were bound to have a tough battle.

"This is practically asking us to leave. Let's go."

He turned and left without a second thought, and the other dragons quickly followed, afraid that they would be swallowed up by the flock of dragons if they were a step too late.

Even if we can't communicate, I will come again.

Ero's eyes seemed to say this; all he could think about right now was:
Next time I come, I'll definitely beat those dragons to a pulp!

(End of this chapter)