Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 634 You Infiltrated the White Mask

I?
Infiltrating the White Mask?
Luluvo felt a sense of absurdity upon seeing the summoning symbol.

She broke the rules and came here, so shouldn't it be the white-masked person who invades her under normal circumstances?

The people of this blood-soaked dynasty must have some story to tell.

Transforming into a red spirit invading afterimage was something she had never even considered before, but now the opportunity was presented to her.
"Of course we should choose to invade!"

There's no need to worry about the aftermath of the White Mask incident anymore. Since she entered the Blood Dynasty using the Pureblood Knight Medal on someone's face, she's definitely been blacklisted.

This is the perfect time to fight to the death; she's never experienced what it would feel like to kill the afterimage with her own hands!
But.

“Come here too.” She suddenly grabbed Fudolin’s wrist.

The monsters of the Blood Dynasty all exude an aura of being enhanced, which means that Van Lei may not be an ordinary person either, at least in terms of stats, he may be higher than the other afterimages.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Luluwo's ​​battles in the Blood Dynasty had left her somewhat overwhelmed.

Even the Son of Platinum could break his own chains by swinging a club.

To what extent have these numbers ballooned?!

She had a vague feeling that she might have opened up a rather extraordinary area, and that it had been opened ahead of schedule.

Fortunately, fate brought her Fudolin, a capable assistant!
The moment she chose to invade, a familiar feeling washed over her. Her vision went black and then bright, and she and Fudolin's bodies turned bright red as they entered the world of the so-called White Mask Vanre.

The location was still where they were originally, but the pools of blood and such had returned.

As we all know, an invasion is not a battle that begins immediately after meeting for five seconds, but rather a protracted and very time-consuming tug-of-war.

Because of the open-source actions of that mysterious hooded man, now everyone, whether they like intrusion or counter-intrusion or not, knows the correct way to play this built-in mini-game in the Sion Dungeon: repeatedly running away, crawling through monster hordes, and using terrain-based kills, etc., which terrifies outsiders. The time taken for each invasion battle has been significantly extended.

So Luluwo was already prepared to search for the White Mask hiding in this cave, and had even taken out the corresponding magic scroll.

However, things didn't go as she expected. The familiar voice of the white-masked man suddenly rang out in the cave, becoming ethereal and indistinct with the help of the echo.

"As a knight of the dynasty, he ignored warnings and acted so arrogantly."

"I am deeply disappointed in you, my dear. I will make you regret your actions and accept your violent death."

The white-masked voice finally lost its sarcastic tone, transforming into a purely malicious one, the kind that wanted to tear her to pieces.

Luluwo always felt that she was in the wrong for not using the medal within the specified time, and she didn't have the confidence to say anything harsh, because she wasn't a shrew.

However, in order to fully explore and clarify the route she had discovered, she still needed to focus all her attention on the battle.

"Now I am the intruder, I am the intruder, and he is my prey." After hypnotizing herself like this, her eyes regained their confidence!

The white-masked man was running out of the cave, charging towards them with an indomitable spirit, seemingly eager to kill them.

His weapon was quite strange; it was actually a bouquet of flowers, or rather, a weapon whose appearance was deliberately designed to resemble a bouquet of flowers.

What type of weapon is this, a hammer? Regardless of its appearance, we still have to fight!
After all, the white mask design is too ordinary and cannot serve as a fashion reference for the invaders. The invaders' outfits are all about creating a sense of awe. The Platinum Son headgear paired with Smoker armor and a couple of quirky weapons is the symbol of a master.

"Ha!" Fudolin spat a ball of scorching flame onto her fist and smashed it towards the white-masked face.

The opponent seemed to be trying to roll away to avoid it, but she didn't expect that Fudolin's straight punch was also a feint. She instantly retracted her fist and stomped on the ground. In an instant, the entire Shandong shook a few times, and the ground under the white mask's feet even shattered, causing him to stagger.

Unfortunately, when Luluwo seized this rare opportunity to finish off her, the opponent dodged with superhuman speed and even swung her weapon, breaking several chains in the process.

"These things are expensive!" Luluwo shouted, throwing out a bunch of Fireballs, Lightning Bottles, and Magic Bottles. "These bottles are pretty expensive too!"

Are you trying to crush him with money? Fudolin gave her a strange look. It would be interesting if Luluwo had a unique talent that made her stronger the more expensive the weapon she used.

At that moment, the white-masked man launched an attack on Fudolin, who was standing close by, using a combat technique called [Blood Collection]!

【War Ashes: Blood Collection】

[The power shared by the Blood King, one of the Blood Alliance combat skills]

[After spinning, unleash a series of multiple thrusting attacks that can steal blood from the target.]

Despite being a series of rapid thrusting attacks, each strike was surprisingly powerful, successfully shattering Fudolin's outer dragon scales, and blood flowed from the gaps between the scales.

The blood-stained flowers on the bouquet were actively absorbing the blood, and even more strangely, the injuries on the white-masked man's body were beginning to heal because of this blood.

This seemed to awaken some unpleasant memories for Fudolin. The dragon scales on her arms shot out like bullets, successfully forcing back the white mask. Then she exhaled a breath of hot air, gritted her teeth, and muttered under her breath: "Anyone with blood abilities is no good."

"What did you just say? Are you alright?" Luluwo caught up with him.

"Nothing, Captain, I've got this guy under control!" Fudolin said with a cheerful laugh.

"Don't let Lord Monger have any worries, you inferior, flawed product." The white mask emitted a venomous voice, raising its hand towards the two.

In an instant, a red light appeared, and a large, irregularly shaped red ball of light suddenly took shape in his hand. No, it wasn't a ball of light, but a swarm of blood-red flies, densely packed and countless!
[Prayer: Swarm of Flies]

[The Power Shared by the Blood King, One of the Blood Pact Prayers]

The caster can unleash a swarm of blood flies forward to attack enemies, causing them to bleed profusely as they are bitten.

The new dynasty of the Blood King has pools of blood, from which swarms of flies are said to hatch and emerge.

"This thing again!"

Fudolin's expression changed visibly. She quickly retreated to dodge and spat a scorching breath at the swarm of flies.

However, as the flames subsided, an even larger swarm of flies appeared, and the white-masked man repeated the prayer!
Fudolin was very self-aware, and few things could hurt her. She had defeated wave after wave of enemies and protected her granary with her strong body.

However, she sensed something ominous from the battle with the Blood Noble: the bleeding induced by that blood-blade-like thing could bypass her powerful defenses and directly cause internal damage.

Moreover, the damage is quite potent!

The swarm of flies now felt almost as dangerous to her as Blood Blade; she absolutely couldn't get close.

“Is she afraid of these things?” Luluwo noticed something. “Being afraid of bugs is a cute trait for a young girl.”

The chains in her hands spun like a meat grinder, shredding the flies along the way. However, the blood splattered from the flies also had a mysterious effect of inducing bleeding. Upon realizing this, Luluwo retreated repeatedly.

The white-masked man continued to release swarms of flies as he slowly retreated. When he stopped, a gurgling sound came from the pool of blood beside him, and a blood nobleman emerged from it.

"He has helpers too, really, please let me go, Sain." Luluwo rubbed her temples; this was troublesome.

This cave is so big that there are probably more than just one blood noble hiding inside. If the White Mask gets desperate and starts wandering around here, who knows how many enemies they might provoke if they chase after him.

However, Luluwo no longer had any oil cans left to use. Unfortunately, it seems that because of her overly strong physique, the Creator closed a window for Fudolin—her breath attack was powerful, but its sustainability was tragically limited. It was simply a pipe dream for her to evaporate the blood on her own.

Then I have no choice but to retreat. Given White Mask's arrogant personality, if I throw a latrine in his face, he definitely won't give up chasing me.

Luluwo thought to herself, beckoning Fudolin to retreat, while her little hands restlessly pulled out the chamber pot. Who knows where she usually hid these things, or why she could pull them out at any time?

The chamber pot was hurled at him, followed by the white-masked man's furious voice.

As expected, the white-masked man chased after them when they retreated to the cave entrance, and Luluwo's ​​plan succeeded.

However, this time he came out accompanied by two blood nobles.

"."

It's a bit too much, Sion, to let the enemy call in reinforcements.

Luluwo took a step back, but behind her was a cliff.

She patted Foudolyn's hot shoulder and asked, "Um, Foudolyn, do you have any other stronger abilities, like transforming or something? We're in big trouble right now."

"Transformation."

As Fudoline watched the enemy closing in, a reluctant expression appeared on her face; she was clearly unwilling.

"Die! No flawed witch!" the white-masked man said triumphantly.

[The game has been invaded by "Bloodfinger" Tammy!!!]

[The game has been invaded by "Bloodfinger" Bertholdt!!!]

[I've been attacked]

One notification after another suddenly appeared, and red figures gradually took shape.

This is the first time Luluvo has ever been so happy to see invaders since she started dealing with them.

(End of this chapter)