This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 427, Section 426: The Secret Weapon?

Countless crimson blood arrows condensed on the inner wall of the blood prison, shooting out with a piercing sound, forcing Alama to keep moving. He swung his greatsword to form a silver barrier, blocking and shattering the incoming blood arrows one by one.

"Go to hell, you disgusting bastard! What? Out of energy?" Eleanor's laughter echoed in the blood prison. "Where did your swagger go, chasing my troops everywhere? Why are you only focused on defense and not fighting back..."

【Block LV10】

【Trampling LV9】

[Charge LV10]

[Heavy Strike LV10]

The shockwave from the trampling combined perfectly with the speed of the charge, and Alama appeared in front of Eleanor in an instant.

The greatsword swept across with its broad blade, shattering the two hastily erected curtains of blood with overwhelming force, and slammed solidly into her shoulder.

With a loud thud, Eleanor tumbled and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind Sigismund, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the wall.

If the Blood Prison hadn't sealed off the space, the aftershocks of that attack alone would have been enough to cause half the hall to collapse.

Sigismund didn't even turn around to check Eleanor's injuries. No matter how badly she was injured, she was still a Duke-level vampire. She shouldn't have been killed in one blow. The fact that the Blood Prison was still firmly maintained was the best proof of that.

He sighed and offered, "Support me, and be careful not to get ambushed!"

Having said that, crimson blood energy coiled around the weapon in his hand like a living thing, and he engaged Alama in battle.

Sigismund played with extreme caution, leaving room for maneuver in every move, always on guard against any hidden tricks Alama might have up his sleeve.

He had no need to be impatient. In the Blood Prison environment, the longer it dragged on, the better for them. The one who should be anxious was Alama, who was being corrupted by the blood poison.

He only needs to play steadily and patiently to drag the game out until victory.

Having taken a heavy blow, Eleanor indeed became much more restrained. While cursing under her breath, she manipulated the blood arrows in the Blood Prison to attack Alama from various tricky angles, creating an advantage for Sigismund.

As time went on, although Alama had not yet suffered any real harm, dark red blood spots had appeared on her exposed skin.

Blood poison is not something that can be wasted casually; it is essentially the essence of blood that vampires condense within their bodies.

This essence was originally intended to complete the promotion ceremony for subordinates. However, if a human who had not first become a half-vampire directly absorbed this blood essence, they would become a failed product, that is, a vampire.

Blood poison, or rather, blood essence, is undoubtedly precious, but it's certainly worth using it against an opponent like Alama. It's clear that Eleanor has gone all out this time.

As the blood poison eroded, Alama's movements gradually slowed down, and even though Sigismund continued to fight conservatively, he gradually pushed Alama into a disadvantageous position.

"Bring on your tricks, or are you going to take them to your grave?"

Alama remained silent, but swung his greatsword, deflecting all the blood arrows that came from all around.

"Look at yourself now," Sigismund's voice was mocking, trying to disturb Alama's mind. "Your level is stuck at seventy, unable to advance any further, and your strength declines day by day after your peak. How does it feel to watch yourself grow weaker and weaker for the sake of that pathetic human identity?"

"It's true that my strength has declined somewhat in the past two years, but it's not as fast as yours, is it?" Alama looked at Sigismund's fat face, his eyes filled with a smile, and spoke sarcastically for the first time.

Sigismund's lips twitched, but he didn't act impulsively; he still held back his strength in his movements.

Sigismund fell silent, but Alama suddenly spoke up: "I was just about to ask you, what's so good about being a blood-sucking mosquito? Losing your sense of taste, numb to hot and cold, is that what you call living? Something that can't even reproduce, the most basic thing for life, no wonder Ina didn't choose you back then, after all, you weren't even an option!"

“I think he’s right,” Lin Jun whispered.

It's really too monotonous. Lin Jun has been feeling a bit tired of eating sweets lately, but she doesn't have any other options, which is quite distressing.

Sigismund ignored his oblivious roommate and said with a stiff face and no expression, "So she died, and today, you will repay the life you owe me!"

"What I owe is that boy from back then, not you, the vampire duke."

The battle intensified, and Sigismund's obese body suddenly unleashed astonishing speed, suppressing Alama like a whirlwind, and it seemed he could take his life within a few moves.

But in another confrontation, after drawing a wound on Alama's chest, he suddenly distanced himself.

Sigismund sneered smugly, "What, you think I'd fight you to the death? Tell me, what tricks are you hiding? Use them now, or you'll be taking them to the afterlife."

Before Alama could respond, a jet of blood suddenly pierced his ankle.

In the instant he lost his balance, several more arrows of blood pierced his back.

"Pfft—" Alama suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body immediately slumped down.

"Sigismund, you coward, if you can't take it, I'll take his head!" Seeing the opportunity, Eleanor conjured two blood-red, ribbon-like blades in her hands, and she swept past Sigismund straight towards Alama. "Eleanor!"

Sigismund's angry shout from behind only made Eleanor's speed increase even further.

Faced with the unstoppable onslaught of Eleanor, Alama sighed weakly and muttered to himself:

"Is it just you...?"

The next moment, the fist-sized circular protrusion on the spine of his greatsword suddenly sprang open, bursting out with dazzling golden light!

[Sunstone (fragment)]

Eleanor let out a piercing scream as the dazzling light instantly blinded her.

The two figures passed each other, and when she came to her senses, her arms had disappeared, and her neck had been cut open, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Tch! You can't even kill one of them!" Alama gritted his teeth in frustration.

Sigismund's thrown weapon struck Alama's greatsword, slightly deflecting the fatal blow and saving Eleanor's life.

This is also why Alama's condition has dropped to an extremely low level at this time; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to deceive the two vampire dukes.

Even so, Eleanor was on the verge of death and had completely lost her fighting ability.

The blood prison collapsed instantly, and the dilapidated hall, now without support, crumbled with a deafening roar, sending rubble raining down.

Alama dragged his weary body toward Eleanor with difficulty, but Sigismund dared not make a move.

Under the sunstone's rays, he felt his strength drain away, and he fell into a state of weakness.

The unusual situation put him on high alert.

He wasn't sure if Alama's current disheveled state was a trap to lure the enemy deeper, and he was even less willing to risk his life to save that fool.

Just then, Lorenzo's figure crashed through the wall and fell heavily not far from Alama.

The longsword in his hand was broken in two, with a row of clear teeth marks left at the break. Of the three magic crystals on his staff, only the last one was still flashing.

He struggled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A near-inhuman roar came from outside.

A bruised and battered Lorenzo quickly surveyed the battlefield and grabbed Alama, who was about to deliver the final blow to Eleanor:
"If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

The staff slammed heavily on the ground, and a powerful gust of air lifted the two into the air. Then, it split into more than ten phantoms, which scattered and flew away in different directions.

Outside, Veralis, now in her half-troll form, leaped up violently, shattering two phantoms in succession, only to find they were both illusions.

With the commander's defeat, High Fortress fell completely into the hands of the demons within half a day.

Humanity no longer has such a fortified stronghold to withstand the invasion of the demon race.

……

Lin Jun watched Alama escape. The panel remained locked on their true forms, but he certainly wouldn't remind Sigismund.

Sunstone, oh sunstone!
They said they couldn't find the rest of their sunstone anywhere, and sure enough, it had been taken by humans.

Thinking about it, it makes perfect sense. Humans have been active in their underground cities for a long time, so it's normal that they found some fragments of the Sunstone long ago.

Aiding had investigated this before, but there were no leads. It seems that Aiding's level is not yet qualified to access information on artifacts.

Now things are alright, the wood cores and sunstones I need are all in this front-line area, but there's still no news from Aidin.

The underground network tunnel is not far from the front line; with a little speed, it should be able to reach the front line within a week.

The question is, how do I get my hands on these things?

Going through Sigismund is clearly not a good idea, as it could become a handle for him to threaten and control him.

The camera panned around and finally landed on Inanna, who was in the manor, helping the Puji recharge their energy...

(End of this chapter)