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Chapter 670 We Climbed Back from Hell (Sean)

Did you crawl back from hell?
Yuffie paused, wondering why she felt like she'd heard that phrase before. After hearing it so many times, it almost lost its entertainment value.

However, she quickly snapped out of her inexplicable rant and pulled Japal out of the portal.

The other person's body looked quite intact, with no missing limbs.

His clothes were tattered, as if they had been ripped apart by a bunch of knives, and some parts were wet and smelled foul.

Could it be some kind of creature's saliva?!

Yuffie suddenly remembered that a giant frog that could swallow people had recently appeared in the Sien Dungeon. Some thrill-seeking couples would deliberately go there to be swallowed. Could it be that her father had experienced something similar?
No, that scene is too beautiful for her to imagine!
"Are you alright, Father? Are you injured anywhere? Are there any internal injuries?" She quickly pressed on various parts of his body.

"It's okay, it's okay, let me get some sleep! Don't touch that area!"

When Yuffie placed her hand on Japar's chest, he, who had seemed fine before, suddenly trembled as if in response. The sudden movement made Yuffie stop what she was doing and shout, "He really has internal injuries! Where is the priest? Where is the stretcher?"

She clenched her fists and muttered under her breath, "As expected, when there's no real danger, Saine is the biggest danger."

I didn't suffer any internal injuries, but my chest was repeatedly stabbed by that big-headed monster with its manic fire, and it's become a bit sensitive now.
Japal wouldn't say this in front of his daughter; old people care about their reputation. He simply shook his head wearily and said:
"I'm fine, I'm okay."

Before he could finish speaking, the exhaustion from encountering both numerical and mechanical monsters in one night finally kicked in, and he collapsed into a deep sleep.

"Hold on, Father! The pastor is coming soon, Dad!!!"

As soon as Yuffie turned around, she saw her father looking like he had burned out and was left with only snow-white ash.

She was so frightened that she let out a sharp, explosive scream that could be heard throughout half of Blackrock City.

Soon, a medical team composed of local priests arrived and carried away the unconscious Japar and his daughter Yuffie, who kept calling out, "Father, don't die, Father."

The atmosphere at the scene fell silent for a moment.

"Hey, was that father and daughter who seemed really good at clowning just now really the Sword Saint and General Euphemia?"

Some voices echoed the shattering of their illusions about the Sword Saint.

As the saying goes, longing is the emotion furthest from understanding. Hearing this, Abe couldn't help but pat the other person's shoulder to offer some comfort.

When Abe looked at the portal to the Sien Dungeon again, his eyes were filled with worry, and the worry was even deeper than before.

"Even the Sword Saint has become like that, so Grandpa and the others wouldn't have... No, no, I can't think about this anymore."

"Don't worry, your grandfather is very strong, he will definitely be fine."

Fudolin had arrived at some point and was comforting Abe with words, but her gaze towards the portal to the Sien Dungeon was full of worry, naturally directed at her mother.

"I hope so," Abe said helplessly.

The dragons have many questions for Fudolin and their attitude towards her is complicated, but everything will have to wait until the repairs from this disaster are finished.

However, just as Abe uttered those words, the portal rippled again.

Although the creature that was supposed to emerge hadn't appeared yet, the scent had already reached Abe's nose. He rushed over in a flash, his mouth a step too late in calling out the owner of the scent:
"grandfather!?"

When he shouted that, all the other dragons looked over. When they saw him running forward, they all followed him, even though they didn't know what had happened.

As a horde of dragons swarmed past, a golden claw finally emerged from the portal.

Sure enough, those were Ero's claws!
Great! Grandpa and the others are out!
A look of delight appeared on Abe's face as he was about to approach.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, the portal emitted a sound like diarrhea, and Erro's shrunken body was ejected, crashing head-on into Abe. The grandfather and grandson rolled over a hundred meters away together.

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned.

next moment.

"Plop plop—"

Accompanied by the same strange sound, the portal to the Sien Dungeon burst forth!
Numerous local dragons from the Warrior Kingdom, previously infected by the plague, spewed out like a flood, randomly selecting a lucky spectator nearby to crash into and roll outwards!

The scene was immediately filled with screams and chaos.

"Grandpa, you're so heavy!"

With Erro pinning him down, Abe was powerless to fight back; the impact had made him feel as if several of his bones were broken.

"Abe? Is that Abe?"

Erro's eyes were somewhat cloudy, both cloudy and confused, as if he had been put on a hypnosis app, but more like he had been stunned.

"It's me, Grandpa! Are you alright? I heard you got infected—"

Before Abe could finish speaking, Erro uttered a deeply emotional remark:

"Finally, I've finally crawled back from hell."

Huh? Didn't I just hear that a few minutes ago? Abe blinked.

And why does Erro's tone give off a sense of relief, like the protagonist finally defeating the big boss and returning to a peaceful daily life in the final episode of a classic anime?

Before Abe could say anything more, Erro trembled with emotion.

"Finally, I don't have to fight anymore, ugh ugh ugh."

Ero spat out a seven-colored rainbow, then spectacularly fainted, looking even more "burnt out" than Japal. "Grandpa? Grandpa!"

On the other side, the other dragons that escaped from the Sien dungeon had almost the same reaction as Ero. Some of the weaker ones couldn't even speak properly and fainted.

Those who could speak, before falling into a coma, all said the same thing:
"I've crawled back from hell."

It took a very long time and the help of many people, including Ero, to move all the dragons that had been spewed out by Sion from near the portal and receive treatment.

Apart from Fudolin, all the dragons present went back to take care of the sick, and Abe was even knocked unconscious by Erro's weight.

When the commotion caused by the dragons subsided, the area around the portal was initially quiet, but then people erupted in chatter, discussing what had just happened.

"Not only the Sword Saint, but even the dragon was beaten like that by Sion? What's wrong with Sion today? Why has he become so powerful?"

"Ugh, I don't dare look at the portal anymore, it feels so scary."

"Has this underground city become a bit too brutal since last night? Although the rampage only lasted a short while before stopping, it's still terrifying."

"Wait, is it possible that the rampage in the Sion dungeon last night didn't actually disappear so quickly, but because the Sword Saint and the others entered the dungeon, Sion turned the rampage towards them instead of paying attention to the surface?"

"Your idea is quite novel. So, the Sword Saint and the others were actually able to hold off the rampaging great heroes."

"Calling him an unlucky guy would be a more accurate description."

The contrast between the usual magnanimity of Japar and Erohidor and their loss of composure at this moment created an incredibly lively atmosphere, making the scene as festive as a New Year celebration.

However, Fudolin did not participate in the heated discussion; she simply stared intently at the portal, every ripple from it keeping her on edge.

If you were to ask her why she reacted that way, the answer would be, of course, because...
"Won't my mom become like that after she gets out?"

She slapped her mouth shut. No, she absolutely couldn't say what was on her mind. What if it came true?
Just what if, just what if her mother came out of the portal shouting "I crawled back from hell" while vomiting violently?
"Don't do that kind of thing!"

Fudolin let out an extremely uncontrolled scream.

The whole day passed quickly.

It's simply a matter of time, from dawn to dusk, and from a large crowd to a small crowd near the portal.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next day that Fudolin, who had been standing near the portal, let out a sigh filled with complex emotions.

The good news is that the Mad Dragon didn't utter any of the awkward lines that Japal did.

The bad news is that the Berserker Dragon hasn't appeared yet.

Will it ever come out again?

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Japar felt like he was having a dream.

A very, very long nightmare.

In my dream, there was an old man who forbade touching me and kept stabbing me repeatedly with his cane.

After tying it up, simmer it over low heat and then reduce the sauce over high heat. The stewed dish is then served to the Mad Dragon Prince.

Why would I dream about something like that?

Japar slowly woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, but judging from the architectural style, it should be the royal building of the Warrior Kingdom.

"Sword Saint, you have finally woken up."

The doctor next to his bed also let out a joyful sound when he saw him wake up.

It seemed this was some kind of sanatorium or similar place. Japal deduced the truth, waited a few minutes to let his brain slowly start working, and then tried to move his body a little.

Great, apart from being a little stiff, there's nothing seriously wrong.

"How long have I been unconscious?" he asked the doctor.

“For a whole week,” the doctor said, “with your daughter’s permission, we used hypnotic magic to extend your rest time to ensure the best possible recovery.”

"You are interested."

Japal felt that he had recovered almost completely, and he was now ready to fight Sain for another eight hundred rounds!

塞恩
Forget it, I don't want to go in for a while.

“I will inform General Yuffie to come over now; she should be attending the Saen Thanksgiving Ceremony.”

"what?"

Japar blinked, as if he had heard some strange, mysterious words from the doctor.

"Saint's Thanksgiving Ceremony".

The doctor said earnestly:
"This was organized by the Kingdom of Anor, who sent people over for free to guide the event. The entire Thanksgiving Festival requires a continuous stream of people to perform on stage, and the performances must involve deliberate mistakes, because the City of Sein loves to see others make fools of themselves. It is said that this kind of festival can soothe the turbulent souls of the City of Sein and bring them back to peace. It will last for seven days and seven nights, and even the princes have to go on stage."

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Japar stared blankly, unsure what to say, only blinking his increasingly vacant eyes. Finally, he muttered to himself:

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

The Kingdom of Anor. They're definitely here on purpose to trick us, aren't they?
(End of this chapter)