Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 642 is still zero zero zero.
Tammy, Berto.

disuse!

"Gurgle, gurgle"

Covered in blood, Fudolin braced herself on the ground with her hands, her body extremely exhausted and weak; it seemed she might not even be able to stand up.

Although she also experienced three major hemorrhages, she was fortunate to have her own strong physique and the Holy Grail bottle that Luluwo and the others threw to her before they died.

After gulping down all the remaining Holy Grail bottles for the entire squad, he finally managed to survive.

Looking around, the scene was already a terrible sight.

This scene, originally intended for people to fight, is now soaked in blood. Even the slightest movement causes ripples on the "water's" surface. If the blood were replaced with clear water, it would certainly be a beautiful sight.

But it's precisely because it can't be changed that it seems so terrifying!
The thought that over 80% of the blood here originated from her own body and was entirely supplied by her—

Suddenly, I no longer felt scared at all; only a feeling remained.

"How disgusting!"

Monger, who was in the most turbulent part of the Blood Wave, was emitting strange changes at this moment, and even his aura was changing to some extent.

When those three death-defying "Zero!" sounds ended, the entire sky turned blood red.

It looked as if a whole blood-red lake covered everyone, creating a barrier between the ground and the sky.

Each thrust of the Holy Spear of Mungwen into the sky unleashed a torrent of blood. At the moment of the third "zero," an unprecedented amount of blood gushed from the sky, instantly engulfing Mungwen's entire body.

His aura changed in that instant.

And the change was completed in this very next instant!

"Wow—"

Black feathers fluttered down and fell throughout the unfinished palace.

The blood tide enveloping Monger was dispersed by a powerful force from the inside out, and a pair of pitch-black wings that blotted out the sky suddenly appeared on the spot!
Munger has grown wings!

Despite his appearance remaining unchanged except for his wings, for some reason, when this posture was revealed, the indescribable aura emanating from him perfectly matched the title of "Blood King," which was both majestic and terrifying.

It's almost as if it has completed some kind of evolution.

He swung his holy spear, and the blood on the ground was instantly drawn towards his body. In just a moment, all the blood on the ground dried up and was absorbed by Monger.

The injuries inflicted on his body by the others have completely healed.

Monsters that automatically recover from injuries
If any veteran adventurers from the Sien Dungeon were here, they would surely shout something like this:

Excrement!!!

"Ow!"

A deafening roar suddenly rang out beside Monger, and the temperature of the air rose sharply. The buildings in the entire scene underwent strange changes due to the high temperature!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy sound of war drums echoed all around, but they were not real war drums; rather, they were the heartbeats of a giant creature and the thunderous roar of its claws stomping on the earth!
A shadow large enough to cover half the battle scene suddenly appeared, enveloping Monger's figure.

"Dragon."

He looked up at the colossal object before him, and the Holy Spear of Mungwyn trembled with anticipation.

What appeared before them was indeed a dragon of unparalleled power.

She possessed a robust physique surpassing that of the dragon Agil, a pure dragon skeleton with four legs and two wings, and tyrannical, cruel golden vertical pupils; one look was enough to tell that she was a master among the dragons.

Each of the dragon scales covering its body stood tall and steep like a mountain peak, and bright red magma flowed between the crevices of the mountains. Every movement caused a rain of fire composed of magma to fall beneath it.

Her aura was unlike any other two-legged or four-legged dragon in the Warrior Kingdom. Even Erro, the chieftain of the two-legged dragons, would feel something when he stood in front of her.

I feel that my bloodline is not pure!
At this very moment, the giant dragon flowing with scorching magma is Fudolin's complete form!
She was unwilling to reveal her dragon form, but influenced by the enchanting tree branch, she was now single-mindedly focused on killing Monger and naturally wouldn't hold back!

If Temud were here, or if any soldier who had accompanied the army to the border were here and saw what Fudolin looked like.

They'll be utterly astonished, then point at her tremblingly and shout—

Who is this?!

Wait, isn't this the Berserk Dragon?
How could that be? Although this guy does look remarkably similar, and all the elements match the Mad Dragon perfectly, the Mad Dragon actually showed up in front of the public when it attacked the capital. Its enormous size, equivalent to seven or eight Fudolins, and its imposing presence that could terrify anyone with just a glance were truly astounding.
No matter how you look at it, Fudolin is no match for that guy.

He looks like an O-grade student who hasn't fully developed in every way.

Fudolin's appearance is quite intimidating, but to the people of the Warrior Kingdom who have experienced the sudden appearance of the Dragon Feast...

Her appearance will only fuel everyone's hunting instincts.

After all, the more handsome a dragon looks, the more people want to hunt it. Monster Hunter is just such a powerful and ambitious creature.

“Ahhh—”

Fudolin raised her long neck to the sky and let out a roar, but unfortunately, this roar was mixed with her human voice, greatly reducing its intimidating power; it sounded like...
Like Dahl when he howls like a wolf.

However, although her voice sounded completely intimidating, she was now serious!

Fudolin's body trembled, and magma overflowed from her body, almost completely covering her. In this appearance, she was more like an elemental creature than a dragon. Her four legs pawed at the ground, and her muscles bulged high!

Then, it shot out towards Munger like a cannonball!
Without a doubt, the power of this blow was enough to directly collapse the completely undefended Imperial Palace!
The dragon carriage is a dragon carriage of extremely high purity!
Faced with this attack, Monger did not raise the Mongerwin Spear again to resist it head-on, because even if he could stop the dragon chariot by wrestling, he would be splashed with lava. No matter how you look at it, a head-on confrontation would only result in injury.

With a flap of his wings, he instantly soared into the sky.

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared above Fudolin's head, and she slammed her head against the wall, causing a large section of the building to collapse.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, this guy (referring to Munger) can actually dodge?
How come he just stood there like a wooden stake, taking all our attacks without flinching? I thought he would be like an emperor, completely unfazed by any attack!

Fortunately, despite her complaints, Fudolin didn't really expect her opponent to not dodge at all. As she swung her thick tail, the magma all over her body was pulled by an invisible force, turning into a giant net that rushed towards Monger in the sky. At the same time, she smashed through the ruins with a speed that was impossible for someone of her size, and instantly rushed towards the enemy.

Faced with such a barrage of attacks, Monger swung his holy spear with tremendous force, shattering it into dozens of pieces the instant it collided with the lava net. His attack posture even resembled that of an ominous demon.

After exchanging blows with Monger, Fudolin, who had already reached him, fell a short distance to the ground. However, she quickly recovered and showed no signs of fatigue. It seemed she could fight Monger for a whole day.

A fighting spirit, often described as a fighting spirit, burned in her eyes.

This is how battles should be: back and forth, countering each other's moves, and facing off head-on. After spending a few days with the Sky Strategist team, who always managed to pull out strange and unusual gadgets and use unexpected methods to defeat the enemy, Fudolin almost forgot that real battles were such an exhilarating thing for dragons!
Come forth, Blood King! For Lady Michaela's sake, let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve!
Fudolin's upward charge suddenly stopped, and she tilted her head.

Who is Michaela again?

What do I have to do for Michaela?
Before her brain could process the extra information, the blood-red sky deepened again, and Monger's death-dealing voice rang out once more.

"Zero!" "Wait a minute, why is it this move again!?"

Fudoline crashes again.

Another massive hemorrhage occurred, and this time there was no Holy Grail, but Fudolin survived thanks to her strong willpower!

"Hehe. I can keep playing."

"very good."

Monger gave a compliment, which should have been a pleasant compliment from an opponent.

However, Fudoline was not happy at all; in fact, her smile abruptly stopped.

Because she saw Munger raise the Holy Lance once more, and his mouth looked as if he was about to utter that word in the next second:

"zero!"

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"Very good, let's summarize the intelligence we've gathered today."

In the most famous tavern in the town in front of the academy in Lake Lienia, the "Great Safe Zone" for adventurers, Luluvo and others were holding a post-war debriefing meeting with serious expressions.

Whether it was Tammy, Berto, or Mila, each of them had large bottles of various kinds of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages laid out in front of them, most of which had already been consumed, and each of them was still gulping them down.

It's not because people are thirsty.

"After experiencing such severe bleeding, I always felt extremely dehydrated."

"I want to fill myself up completely with liquid, please fill me up like a water balloon."

"Hey, hey, hey, that kind of thinking is dangerous."

Luluwo slammed her hand on the table, speaking in a tone of utter disappointment to her teammates who were completely immersed in the shadow of defeat:
"Cheer up, you guys! Fudolin hasn't come back yet, she must still be fighting hard. What a tenacious girl! We'll go help her after we finish our debriefing!"

Upon hearing the mention of Fudolin, the previously dejected crowd lifted their heads, their faces filled with reminiscence, and said:

"That was indeed a gentle and good child."

"I have to pull myself together for her sake."

"I need to repay her favor."

Why do you all sound like you're about to embark on a tragic battlefield from which there is no return?

Luluwo's ​​urge to complain was now uncontrollable, but it was good that everyone was able to regain their enthusiasm.

She slammed her various analyses of Blood Monger that she had just written down onto the table, about to say something inspiring to everyone.

"Bang! Bang!"

The tavern door was suddenly kicked open and then slammed shut, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A little dragon girl with a sallow complexion, looking lost, dejected, and disheartened, floated unsteadily to the table where everyone was sitting. She then seemed to have all her strength drained away and crouched down, covering her head in defense.

A deathly silence fell over the room. The group exchanged glances, then looked at Fudolin, whom they had just been so hopeful for, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

“I am a melancholy mushroom,” Fudolin’s resentful voice floated up from under the table.

"It seems they've suffered quite a blow."

Tammy thoughtfully handed over the drinks next to her, which Fudolin drank up in an instant. Seeing this, the others also offered their drinks, which Fudolin accepted without hesitation, gulping them down her throat.

Seeing her like this, everyone can probably guess how she died.

"It seems he's not only melancholy, but also a dehydrated mushroom."

As soon as Luluwo finished speaking, she felt her calf being bitten by some extremely ferocious creature.

"Ahem, let's get back to business."

She immediately put on a serious face and pushed the analysis data in front of everyone.

The document detailed everything they saw and heard during their exploration of the Blood Dynasty, and even included a simple map. One has to admire Luluwo's ​​speed.

Areas that hadn't been explored were marked with question marks, dangerous places were marked with red crosses, and the area where Munger was located was completely covered in red.

Besides what happened before the battle with Monger, the documents also recorded some minor incidents.

That was what I saw while tracking Fudolin—a simple church, nestled at the foot of the Montgomery mountain.

There were many Platinum Sons gathered there, and on the church altar was an even more powerful Blood Noble, who seemed to be giving some kind of sermon.

Upon seeing this scene, the entire Skyrim strategy team had the exact same thought:

I really want to use a magic or combat skill with a huge attack range to wipe out all these enemies at once.

"Doing that would be incredibly stress-relieving!"

"Wait a minute, haven't we gone off-topic?"

The most important thing isn't how to cook the Platinum Child to relieve stress, but something else inside the church.

There seems to be a super fancy-looking treasure chest next to the Blood Noble!
Although everyone rushed to catch up with Fudolin, Luluwo still glanced at her a few more times.

The treasure chest matched the key they obtained from the white mask perfectly.

Without a doubt, the key in the white mask was used to open that treasure chest, and there must be treasure inside!

However, this mere treasure chest looks quite different from the treasure vault described in the key's description, but that hasn't dampened everyone's enthusiasm!
"Let's make that treasure chest our next target!"

Another discovery was that they found a body at the foot of the mountain and picked up a letter from it. The letter contained only one sentence:

To obtain the supreme dragon's feast, please travel to the Shadowlands and devour the heart of the raging dragon.

"The supreme dragon feast, that phrase truly evokes endless imagination."

Luluwo couldn't help but wonder what kind of power could be called the supreme Dragon Feast, and why did the name Mad Dragon seem so familiar?

Just then, she suddenly felt someone pat her shoulder. When she looked up, she saw an old dragon's face full of kindness.

"What did you mean by the supreme dragon feast you just mentioned, little girl?"

The two-legged dragon chieftain, Ero, revealed a kind smile.

(End of this chapter)