Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 762 Re-entering the World of Painting
The chances of a person being killed by tofu are not zero.

The same principle applies.

The probability that when a person takes out the half-finished painting world, the afterimage opposite them happens to have another half on it, and that the two paintings happen to collide and merge on the spot, is not zero!

At least starting today, it won't be zero anymore!
"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't right!"

A dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the completed painting, as if a grenade had suddenly exploded in front of them, blinding them. Some even covered their eyes and screamed.

However, compared to the Starfire Knights' injured eyes, Hervi, whose palm is touching the painting, is more worthy of concern.

Because he could feel an overwhelming attraction emanating from the painting, a force that he could not resist no matter what!
No wonder the Ghost Hand in the Catacombs of Carthus used this thing to ambush people. Once it's covered in paintings, even a Sword Saint probably couldn't escape the attraction of gravity!
Although it's more likely that the Sword Saint escaped using his super speed before the painting was smeared on his face.
Amidst the commotion created by the Starfire Knights, Hervi's cries for help were drowned out, and he was instantly swept into the painting.

As the light gradually faded, the scene finally returned to normal. The monsters not far away were attracted by the commotion, their withered bodies and tattered armor clattering together.

The Starfire Knights barely opened their sore eyes. They were in a bad state and could only tough it out with magic. Tears streaming down their faces, they drew their weapons, preparing for an encounter with the monster.

"Hevy, help us strengthen our physical bodies. Even though we're just lowly soldiers, we can't let our guard down. Hevy? Did you hear me?"

After receiving no response for a long time, someone shouted, "Hervi is gone! He's been sucked into the painting!"

"what?"

"Wait a minute, Solar seems to have disappeared too, at least I haven't seen him here!"

"What!?"

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"The Sun Warriors are the Radiant Helpers."

"We will write a golden mark for those who need help."

"Our mission is to extend a helping hand to the summoner and lead them to success."

Indistinct voices suddenly rang in Hervé's mind, bringing him back to his senses from the chaos.

Although I had never heard such a voice before, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, and the words sounded somewhat familiar, as if I had seen them somewhere before.
By the way, I saw it in the description of the item [Sun Badge]. This is basically the exact wording, explaining the duties of a Sun Warrior.

But I didn't expect that hearing it from someone else would evoke such a different feeling.

But who said that?
"Unfamiliar Sky"

Hervé slowly opened his eyes. The scenery before him was an unfamiliar blue sky and white clouds, and there were also noisy sounds around him.

It wasn't the kind of noisy chatter of the Starfire Knights, but rather a chaotic and disorderly cacophony, as if something was fighting, running away, and screaming!

He jumped up suddenly, looked around, and was shocked.

He found himself in a small town with an architectural style similar to the Undead Town outside the city, but instead of towering mountains, the surrounding area was a plain, which appeared to be a human settlement.

He made this judgment because numerous human corpses lay around, and nearby, people were screaming and fleeing; the entire settlement was in chaotic disarray. The culprits responsible for all this were wreaking havoc within this small area.
"dragon?"

It looks like there are at least a dozen wyverns attacking this place! They are the culprits behind this chaos!

Double-digit number of dragons? Japal would have to consider whether he could finish cutting them all with his sword and whether he had enough repair powder. Hervi would be even less of a use here, even if he wanted to help.

But he drew his weapon.

Is he crazy? There's no chance of winning against a double-digit number of dragons, so why did he draw his weapon?
This was not only because he believed that dealing with the group of dragons was the key to leaving the world of painting, but also for other reasons.

Because those dragons attacking humans don't look very strong.

Even its size was slightly larger than a robust bull. Although such a size would easily overpower an ordinary person, it was far from the enormous dragons that Hervé knew.

He didn't even think these monsters were dragons when he first saw them!
"What's going on? Are there really such tiny flying dragons in the world? Premature babies?"

He uttered these words with a hint of doubt.

The moment the words "premature baby" came out of his mouth, the dragons, despite their vastly different sizes, suddenly all turned and stared at him.

The scene looked quite oppressive, and Hervé couldn't help but cover his mouth.

At the same time, a memory flooded his mind—a memory of this painted world.

"The dragons in Dragon Valley rioted and attacked human settlements. At this critical moment, a Sun Warrior who traveled in search of the sun appeared. Faced with this horrific scene, he stepped in without hesitation to stop the dragons, which led to the current situation."

The explanation was quite simple and easy to understand, and Hervé immediately understood his position.

"Am I now that Sun Warrior?"

If that's the case, then the condition for clearing this painting world is to defeat and drive away the dragon. If it's even more difficult, you might also have to protect a sufficient number of humans.

His understanding of the Sien Dungeon led to a flurry of speculations, but the current situation left him little time to think, as several of the dragons had abandoned their attack on humans and turned to pounce on him.

"Although they have shrunk in size, you can still tell just by looking at them that these dragons are still dragons, and their strength is beyond that of ordinary monsters."

The strangling dragon fangs burst forth from beneath the armor, surrounding Herve like the Bankai of Senbonzakura, as he unleashed his full power against the horde of dragons.

"If we're lucky, we might be able to use their scales to make up for the loss of the strangler dragon's teeth."

The Dragon Fang ignited in flames, and his body was scorching hot, like a living hell.

"And playing an ancient sun warrior is something that really interests me."

"No matter what, I don't want to fail in this painting world."

(End of this chapter)