You are all my wings...

"Safety."

As everyone's eyes adjusted to the bright light, they gradually entered it.

"Is this the 35th floor, the lowest point of the Water City?"

The riders all felt like they had seen something amazing.

Compared to the monotonous environment of the northern forest, the dungeon offers a significantly more layered and scenic landscape.

After Lyon got used to the bright light, he also felt that the 35th floor was quite extraordinary.

This is something you can't experience in a game in your previous life—a completely different and realistic experience that will have a comprehensive impact on your mind and body.

This floor is very comfortable!

First came the gentle breeze, carrying the faint, sweet scent of fresh grass, free of any unpleasant odors, which instantly invigorated Lyon.

Secondly, it is a vast, almost open space that stretches as far as the eye can see.

Only in the far distance, a gigantic column of water cascades down from the horizon and crashes into the ground—the very point where the Great Waterfall of the Water City finally reaches its crater.

Because it is at least seven or eight kilometers away, the deafening sound of the waterfall sounds quite light here, like the sound of flowing water.

The dome is at least over a hundred meters high, making it the tallest dome I've ever seen.

The top was covered with thick, fluorescent moss, which looked like a thorny vine.

Moreover, these fluorescent mosses are of different types, emitting different colors of light. When they converge, they form a bright white light like sunlight, illuminating the area as bright as day.

"Let's go. There are no signs of monster activity around here. It seems that a powerful expert from our region has recently cleaned up this area."

Lyon scanned his surroundings and, combining his past life experiences, immediately realized that this place had definitely been cleaned up by a powerful figure.

And the timeframe is just two days.

Berylita crouched down, touched the ground with her hand, and seemed to be deep in thought:

"The residual elements of high-level fire magic are plentiful, so it's possible that a fifth or even sixth-level fire mage passed through here."

A fifth-level magician?

Could it be Kailong?

Lyon's heart skipped a beat; if it were him, that would be awesome.

My own pride can't sway him for now, but Brierita can definitely use her connections.

He observed it carefully for a few moments and was slightly disappointed. The magical traces were rather scattered, and even if it was rank five, it should be a newly promoted rank five.

If it were Kailong, a veteran fifth-level fighter, his skill level wouldn't be this poor.

At this moment, Karl suddenly moved closer to Britta and said:

“Holy Maiden, as we get here, the danger we face with that alchemist is increasing. To save your energy, how about I carry you?”

Upon hearing this, the other knights were somewhat surprised.

Is Carl out of his mind or what? How can he be so brave?

Mark shouted, "Karl, the Holy Maiden is so holy, don't you dare spoil the scene, you roughneck! Disgusting, disgusting!"

Britta was also somewhat surprised, then smiled:

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to go to that trouble. Your stamina is very important. It wouldn't do if something happened to our team's strongest tank during the battle. Besides, I mainly rely on magic power in battle."

Karl was slightly disappointed, but his face immediately brightened when he heard Britta say "the most important meat shield".

Leon glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and thought, "What an easy guy."

Unfortunately, what Berylita wanted was not obsequious subordinates, but capable and intelligent ones.

The group continued walking.

Iris leaned closer and whispered:

“Leon, after observing her these past few days, I think we might be able to trust Brierita and let her help lift the curse on my mother.”

"Oh, what do you think is the point of trust in her regarding your mother?"

"First of all, her opposition to the Blood School should not be fake, and the Blood School may have been the one that pushed her father to his death."

"I agree with that. Is there any other reason?"

"Also, I talked to her about Prince Abraham when you were grilling meat before, and she seemed to have a lot of disdain for the prince, which didn't seem like she was faking it."

"Although it is only circumstantial evidence, it is indeed strong evidence when applied to her."

Leon nodded. That's interesting. In the main storyline, Britta and Prince Abraham barely have any contact. Where does this disdain come from?

However, considering Berylita's personality, Leon accepted Iris's evidence.

This surprised Iris:

"Leon, what do you mean by 'strong evidence' applied to her?"

“It’s simple. Although Brierita is young, she is already very experienced and will not easily reveal her likes or dislikes to others, especially well-known figures. If she really shows obvious disdain, then there is only one possibility: she really hates this Prince Abraham.”

Lyon explained in detail.

Elizabeth suddenly realized, and then said:

"But is it possible that she knew I was testing her and was deliberately putting on an act for me?"

"It's unlikely."

"Why?"

"You've grown up quite a bit, so you should be able to tell whether someone is putting on an act or not, right?"

Leon, who had cheated Iris with a 100-gold-coin check on their first meeting, said without any shame.

Iris immediately felt embarrassed: "That's true, her expression didn't seem like an act."

There was a moment of silence.

"Actually, I have another reason to think that Brierita is not as bad as I imagined, nor is she my nemesis."

Before saying this, Iris seemed to hesitate for a moment.

When Leon saw Iris's slightly shy, rosy face, he immediately became curious: "What's the reason?"

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Fierce Training

"Because...because I feel that Berylita really sees you as a subordinate, or at most a slightly special subordinate."

After a moment's hesitation, Elizabeth said this.

It took Leon a moment to process the subtext of those words.

So, Elizabeth felt relieved because she thought Berylita wasn't interested in her?

He checked Britta's current favorability rating, which was already 52%, very close to the 60% threshold.

Although there hasn't been a groundbreaking change in impression yet, it seems that it's achievable by gradually working things out, although the cycle might be a bit longer.

Iris, it seems too early for you to let your guard down.

"As expected of the wise Iris, you certainly have excellent judgment."

Lyon's real photo is awesome.

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Leon hadn't noticed her little scheme, and secretly felt relieved.

"Then that's settled. I'll go and tell her about my mother's situation."

"Don't rush."

Leon stopped Elizabeth:

"Let's wait until the next battle is over."

As they walked quickly, the group reached the outer edge of the waterfall, where the crimson monster was wandering aimlessly.

There was also a huge crater nearby, most likely caused by the blood-red monster falling into it.

It seems the Crimson Monster was too far away from Andrio, causing it to lose control.

It can still move normally after falling from a height of seven or eight hundred meters, which shows how terrifying this thing is.

Lyon thought that if it were the Water-Eating Ape before it was alchemized, it would most likely not have been able to withstand such a fall; even the strongest body would have been smashed to pieces.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the torso and limbs of this blood-red monster had a significantly more incomplete and rougher feel, unlike before, when, although made of flesh and blood, it had an unusually smooth feel.

Several knights also discovered the crimson monster. While feeling threatened, some were also eager to try their luck.

Carl drew his door-panel sword, a savage grin on his face: "Lord Leon, it's time to prove I'm the strongest tank. Just you wait and see."

Bovary silently drew his sword, a hint of coldness flashing across his honest face.

Milo sighed, then his expression turned solemn. "Let's start working hard from today."

Mark had never seen the Crimson Monster, only heard descriptions of it, so his first impression wasn't that strong, but he inexplicably found his teammates' reactions incredibly exciting.

"Don't rush to get closer. Although the crimson monster has suffered heavy injuries, its bloody aura can still seriously disturb your spirit."

Lyon stepped out of the line, squinted as he surveyed his surroundings, and then suddenly waved his hand.

call out!!!!

Pseudo-intermediate magic, Cold Wave!

Magic -8.

He starts with his ultimate move.

Although its power is much weaker than a normal intermediate spell, it saves half the mana required to cast an intermediate spell across ranks.

A sudden cold front swept through the air, whipping up a fierce gust of wind and a vortex that hurtled toward the crimson monster more than thirty meters away.

The moment the cold wave touched the flesh and skin of the crimson monster, it seemed to trigger its ultimate automatic defense. A thick layer of blood energy suddenly overflowed from its body, resisting the cold wave.

But after only a short while, the blood and qi of the crimson demon were frozen, turning into crimson ice flowers that condensed layer by layer.

This scene caused everyone to look at each other in bewilderment, and their fighting spirit, which had just been ignited, immediately cooled down.

"It seems that after falling from such a height, this thing has very little magic power, stamina, and life force left. It's not much of a threat anymore. Karl, I'll give you a chance to use your fourth-tier combat skills. Make the most of it."

"Your Excellency is quite fickle, but I like the opportunity you've given me."

Carl casually smoothed his hair and charged forward with his sword.

……

A few minutes later, Leon stared at the crimson monster lying on the ground, lost in thought.

This thing is ugly and has a strange aura.

Can it be eaten?

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw the body of the crimson monster begin to melt, as if it was about to melt from its flesh and blood form into blood.

"So that's how it is. When the magic power is exhausted, the life alchemy magic will be broken?"

Leon quickly took out a large-capacity alchemical bottle he had prepared in advance, activated a micro-suction wind, and sucked the blood into it.

Alchemy flasks are special magical artifacts invented by alchemists. They have a built-in liquid compression magic circle that can hold various liquid items, and their capacity is five to ten times greater than what is visible on the surface.

Compared to solid items that can only be packed into a bag, liquids are easier to store. Of course, these are not space-saving storage items; the weight will increase after they are stored, thus increasing Lyon's load.

Fortunately, after the crimson monster turned into blood, its remaining weight was only about 100 pounds, which was not too much of a burden for Leon with his current strength.

Thinking of this, Leon took out the blood-red monster finger he had captured earlier and found that it was also melting, so he put it into the alchemy bottle as well.

After the blood on the ground was absorbed, a round crystal the size of an egg appeared, black with a touch of bright red.

Birelita stepped forward and picked up the crystal.

"Your Holiness, is this the catalyst for the life alchemist?"

Lyon walked over and carefully examined what Britta was holding.

"That's right, the core items used by life alchemists to control these life alchemical golems contain various alchemical formulas. If we can decipher their secrets, we might be able to find a way to break Andrio's monstrous physical body."

Brelitta explained a few things, saying: