Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 666 Confused, bewildered, and astonished

After the war, Blackrock City was in ruins, with people everywhere cleaning up the battlefield. Various professions were running around doing their jobs to tidy up the mess.

Although Blackrock City is in a mess right now, compared to the Imperial City, where almost four-fifths of its area has been reduced to ruins, they can be considered quite lucky.

Even more fortunately, Blackrock City has gained two new urban wonders.

Maybe we can make up for today's losses in the future through tourism!

"So, can someone tell us what exactly happened?"

Standing dumbfounded beside the teleportation portal, Fudolin and her group—no, the dragons—were bewildered in the wind.

"Hey, don't block the door! Others want to get out too!"

These dozens of dragons blocked the portal, causing dissatisfaction among the adventurers who came out later.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Fudolin and the others obediently moved aside to make way for the adventurers entering and exiting the portal, their eyes still filled with confusion.

Perhaps it was because the brain was unable to process the complex situation at the moment that it crashed, causing the dragons to become obedient children.

You can't blame them; anyone who sees this situation would find it strange.

Everyone originally thought that after they came out, they would face a heroic and tragic final battle, fighting to the death with their corrupt relatives and friends in the dark of night, and encountering a series of heroic epic scenes, including but not limited to turning against their relatives, killing infected teammates, and covering each other's escape.

Ultimately, the plague will either be eradicated amidst triumphant songs, and victory will be celebrated to the fullest. Alternatively, the battle will rage on amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood until the last dragon is infected by the plague.

But what's going on now?

That bunch of thugs who were ostensibly cleaning up the battlefield but were actually taking advantage of the chaos to loot for free and are now being chased by guards, and a group of onlookers who were happily cheering them on—doesn't that seem a bit too relaxed? Upon closer inspection, all the onlookers are from the Kingdom of Anor. Are all people from that side like that?

Is this the kind of laughter that should come from the background crowd after a major battle? Have you eaten too many lucky eggs? Make yourself look even more pathetic, you bastards!

Perhaps the Yanor people have become thick-skinned from the trials of the Black Hawk Rebellion and various disasters.

But even ignoring the relaxed atmosphere among the Anor people, the situation in Blackrock City seemed rather strange.

What does that glittering golden symbol on the ground, covering half the city and penetrating several centimeters underground, mean?

Where did that thick magical fog that was about to cover the entire Warrior Kingdom go?

Most importantly
Fudolin pointed to the striking golden tree in the distance, her lips and eyes twitching as she asked, "Have you seen that thing before?"

Abe slapped himself hard, then looked up and saw the golden tree still standing there. He rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself:
"It's not a hallucination, nor is it a dream. How did the golden tree really come out?"

In the blink of an eye, he came to a guess that shocked him greatly:
"Could it be that the Sien Dungeon has assimilated the entire Blackrock City?!"

"You're all wrong. Instead of wasting your time thinking nonsense, you dragons should hurry up and go to the capital to help with disaster relief."

A dragon rider who had been forced to land here due to the "battle" between Rdagan and Yunka said to the dragons:

"The capital is almost in ruins now, and there is a severe shortage of manpower. If you can go and help, we would be extremely grateful."

Finally, he ran into an acquaintance. Abe quickly grabbed the dragon knight and asked about the current situation.

The dragon knight told them the whole story.

"The Sion dungeon went berserk, and a red-haired hunk emerged and smashed Yunka to pieces."

"Those jet-black dragons were lured inside by the roars emanating from the Sien Dungeon and haven't come out yet."

"Your beloved clan leader has been infected and is currently trapped inside the dungeon."

The dragon knight's explanation finally made the dragons understand what had happened.

“Abbe, I’m feeling a bit dizzy right now,” Moore said, rubbing his head. “It feels like when you’re reading a book and suddenly you skip dozens of chapters and then you can’t understand anything anymore.”

However, although their minds were still a bit foggy, after the explanation, everyone finally understood the current situation.

"In other words, Grandpa and the others are currently in the dungeon with the demon dragon, and we don't know what happened to them. We can't find them and there's nothing we can do."

As Abe rubbed his head, he reviewed the current situation. Although he wanted to tell himself that this complicated situation was just a dream and then fall asleep, the healing grace from the golden tree made him feel energetic.

"Phew, okay, I think I know what we need to do now," Abe said, letting out a breath.
"Since the battle of the clan leader and his men caused the damage to the capital, we also have to take some responsibility. Let's call everyone who is still in the underground city out and go to the capital together to help with disaster relief."

They could have easily blamed the disaster entirely on the dragon, but Abemaor and his companions didn't.

They have lived alongside the people of this land for a long time and have long learned to share joys and sorrows.

Moreover, for some reason, after he came out, he suddenly felt that the laziness that had forced him to give up had disappeared, which made him full of energy. The other dragons must have felt the same way.

So, at their call, most of the dragons who had entered the underground city emerged, preparing to transport those from Blackrock City who had volunteered to help in the capital to that city. "Is Mom in there too?"

Fudolin glanced back at the portal to the Sien Dungeon, and realizing that she had no way to solve the problem, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and left with the main group.

She only hoped that the Sien Dungeon would show mercy, and if a miracle could happen, she really hoped that she would come back to see her healthy and normal mother.

Fudolin kept listening to Luluwo's ​​ramblings about how the Sien Dungeon was a place where miracles could happen, even though her daily interactions with the dungeon would often make her lose her temper and yell at him.

However, when you really encounter a difficult time in life, going to this underground city will surely bring you a miracle that will make you laugh.

But before she can see her healthy mother, Fudolin has one thing to do:
She did her best to help her mother clean up the mess.

"Grandpa, you must hold on!" Abe prayed, standing beside the portal.

"Although it's terrifying inside Sinn, you should be used to being beaten by now. You must come back alive."

Everyone sent their sincerest blessings to the people they cared about.

Most of the problems in Blackrock City are damaged buildings. Recruiting a group of civil engineering mages can solve the problem well, and rebuilding the city will not take long.

But the situation is different in the capital. What would be a major loss for other places is actually the smallest problem for the capital.

When Abe and his group arrived above the capital, they saw that most of the area had been reduced to ruins. Their feelings became very complicated. The joy they had felt from being infected by Blackrock City vanished quickly. The shadows they cast terrified countless people, who probably thought the mad dragon had returned.

However, once they realized it was Abe and his group, the commotion gradually subsided.

The volunteers riding on the dragons got off and started disaster relief, while the dragons themselves began to help out based on their own strengths; their strong and robust bodies made them natural engineering machines.

The entire disaster relief process went quite smoothly, and the public welcomed their arrival.

There were no ridiculous incidents like "You dragons fought and damaged my house/property/family" or similar complaints from the public accusing Abe and his group. If that had happened, it would have really raised my blood pressure.

Aside from the dragons, the army, adventurers, and people from all walks of life who were still able to move around all joined in. Temud and Lanler also arrived with their men, fully demonstrating the unity of the Warrior Kingdom.

"Your Majesty, the disaster is too severe; the losses cannot be fully assessed at this time."

Sitting amidst the ruins of the palace, King Bantou gazed wistfully at the sky, while the guards beside him, who were reporting to him, were unsure whether the king had even heard a word he was saying.

In fact, Bontou was listening, and he also understood the current situation.

Besides the extensive damage to the buildings, the more serious issue is that—

The death of a person with exceptional magical talent.

They all became victims of Eunka's transformation, and nourishment for his growth, their spiritual energy drained.

To outsiders, those whose spiritual energy was drained would die instantly. However, a significant number of people had their spiritual energy hastily absorbed when the energy was less important than the substance of the energy, so the absorption was incomplete and they did not die.

However, they became completely vegetative, and no method could wake them up.

This group of people were the future pillars of the warrior nation, who had emerged from the warrior reforms, and now they've all been wiped out.
The achievements of years of reform of soldiers also disappeared along with it.

It seems reasonable that Eunka would ultimately take away the fruits of the reforms he initiated.

It's hard to say what Bontou's attitude towards Yunka is right now; it's probably mostly negative, but so many things happened today that he's momentarily lost his focus.

After deploying the military's disaster relief efforts, he's now sitting here in a daze.

The dream of making the warrior nation great again seems to have been shattered by this grand spectacle orchestrated by Yunka, and it's unlikely to be realized during his reign.

Ultimately, was it because he trusted Eunka too much?
After this incident, he could no longer look at the warrior reforms and battle aura conversion technology that guy had brought.

Moreover, after Yunka's incident, it's hard not to suspect that there might be some flaws in the Qi conversion technology.

He no longer dared to push forward with the reform of the soldiers.

“Your Majesty, although Yuenka has committed a heinous act, his research findings are not wrong. With a little guidance, he can be put on the right path.”

A somewhat familiar voice came from the side. Bantou turned his head and saw a tall, thin young mage with a proud expression on his face.

But isn't he sweating a lot? It looks like he's been running for a long time.

"Are you Yuenka's apprentice?" Bontoo recognized the newcomer.

"Yes, I am Edgar."

Edgar bowed respectfully and said:

"It is an apprentice's necessary responsibility to make amends for the mistakes of his former mentor."

(End of this chapter)