Dungeon Designer: Bringing Smiles to the World!

The mythical lion dance represents the pinnacle of the Horned People's power in both ritual and combat, making them an object of worship for countless Horned People.

Don't be fooled by the numerous mythical lion dances in the storyline being "skewered" by the brother-in-law, Messermo. When a genuine mythical lion dance stands before you...

The nine adventurers in the BOSS room all felt immense pressure.

Even the strongest of them, River, is no exception.

She felt a deadly threat.

Without a doubt, the strength of this lion dancer is even greater than that of the gluttonous dragon he encountered in the [Taifa Dungeon]!

"Alright, now it's nine against three, nine against one, the advantage is in my hands!"

Joel jumped back to the group with his scimitar, trying to ease the tension, but to no avail.

Since the number of targets has changed, everyone's positioning and tactics must also change.

But time, or rather, the lion dance performance, didn't allow them to think too much.

"roar!!!"

After letting out a wild roar, the mythical lion dance beast opened its mouth wide and pounced on the crowd like a real lion.

Their movements were so fast that most people didn't even have time to react!

Only two people were exceptions.

"Thump!"

Garadon stood before the crowd, firmly raising his great shield.

He will be his teammates' strongest shield, just like before.

Rivers grabbed the still-dazed Grace and led her to a safe spot at the edge of the room, then looked at the mythical lion dance with a serious expression.

The power of shadow crept up her twin daggers; faced with such a formidable foe, Rivers could no longer afford to conceal her strength.

Otherwise, all nine of them would perish here, just like when they faced the Gluttonous Demon Dragon in the [Taifa Dungeon].

"Don't get too close."

After giving her instructions, Rivera had already slipped into the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the mythical lion dance at any moment.

"Thump!!!"

When the sharp teeth of the mythical lion collided with Galahad's shield, a deafening roar pierced everyone's eardrums, its power comparable to a proper sonic spell.

Fortunately, with the added protection of the Dragonscale Shield Charm, Galahad successfully blocked the attack and remained standing in front of everyone.

"roar!!!"

The mythical lion dance beast leaped into the air, its massive tail sweeping towards Galadron.

"Thump!"

Even Galadron was forced to take a step back after enduring two powerful blows in succession.

"hold head high!!!"

The mythical lion dance beast raised its head and roared, brewing a fierce storm of ice in its mouth, which then slammed down as it exhaled the cold air.

Violent, graceful.

Two completely unrelated, even conflicting, terms blend together perfectly in the context of the mythical lion dance.

"Hey, hey, hey, this monster is definitely at the level of a titled powerhouse!"

Joel, wielding the Serpent God's Scimitar, was dazzled by the sight; he couldn't even clearly capture the movements of the divine beast's lion dance!

Can a mid-level swordsman like myself, who hasn't even mastered combat skills and can only rely on special weapons, really fight against the opponent?

Joel couldn't help but start to doubt himself, and even the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

"Snapped!"

Someone slapped Joel on the back of the head without any mercy.

"What are you standing there for? If you, a swordsman, don't go, are you expecting us squishy characters to wield our staffs and go up there?"

Elisa glared at Joel and kicked him hard away.

With no other option, the poor swordsman had to grit his teeth and charge towards the mythical beast, the Lion Dancer, to help Galahad relieve the pressure.

The result was that they were swatted away by the lion dance before they could even get close, and even the weaver cubs didn't have time to spin silk to rescue them.

"Splash..."

The [Tears of Farewell] spell enveloping Joel took effect, blocking the potentially fatal blow.

In a battle of this caliber, Joel had no room to intervene, but he still gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength, and charged forward again.

We can't let Galahad take the brunt of it all by himself, can we? Even with a heart of steel, he'll eventually break down.

Apart from Joel, the rest of the group also began to attack.

After being strengthened by Horn's multiple prayers, Lia drew her bow and shot arrows, each one aimed at the belly of the constantly churning divine beast, the lion, at a tricky angle. Unfortunately, most of the arrows were crushed by the storm surrounding the lion.

Aisso was quite self-aware, knowing that as a fragile assassin, he would only be a free kill if he got close. So he frantically threw poisoned throwing knives and darts, some of which were even coated with the crimson, putrid blood of the rotting wild dogs.

The Lost Knights charged forward, swords drawn. Once the Storm King's Wings, now chosen by the Blessed King, they faced the divine beast, the Lion Dance, in spirit form.

Compared to Joel, who shatters with every hit and sheds tears of regret, the Knight of the Lost Land is clearly much tougher.

Even when struck by the sharp claws of the mythical lion dance, the lost knight's armor only trembled, not immediately collapsing and disintegrating.

On the main battlefield, Galadon, Joel, and the Knight of Lost Home begin a 3-on-1 battle against the mythical beast, the Lion Dance.

Lia and Aiso were responsible for harassing the mythical beast lion dance with ranged physical attacks, thus distracting it.

Grace and Horn desperately released a healing prayer, which barely ensured the continuation of everyone's lives.

Meanwhile, the two crucial mages, Dylan and Elisa, were not idle either. They immediately crushed all the remaining sapphire crystals to replenish their magic power.

The two of them no longer cared that releasing high-level spells in quick succession might backfire on themselves.

The already lengthy chanting now felt like an eternity.

Every time the two of them recite an additional spell, their teammate's death draws one point closer.

"roar!!!"

After a heart-shaking roar, Joel, whose [Farewell Tears] had already shattered several times, was the first to die.

The death was gruesome; the mythical lion dance beast sat on its rear end, turning the person and armor into a meat patty.

With the team suffering losses, the pressure on Galadon and the Knights of Lost Home suddenly increased dramatically.

Especially Garadon, even with the bonus from the Dragonscale Shield Charm, the large shield he wielded inevitably began to crack.

"Damn it! Why is this incantation so damn long?!"

Elisa and Dylan both cursed inwardly.

If this continues, the team might be wiped out before the two can unleash their spells!

Don't be fooled by the fact that there are still eight players left on the field. If either Galadon or the Lost Knight can't hold on, the remaining squishy characters will be instantly killed.

Eight people... eight people...

"Wait, where did River go?"

As Elisa accelerated her chanting and observed the battlefield, she sensed something was wrong.

Where did our own assassin go?

"well……"

The fierce battle masked a barely perceptible sigh.

Rivera, lurking in the shadows, knew she had to make her move.

Hunter's Mark

[Power of Shadows]

【accelerate】

【Stealing Steps】

"Whoosh!"

With a terrifying speed that no one could see, Rivera suddenly burst out from beneath the soaring mythical lion dance.

The two daggers were shrouded in deep darkness.

[Fearful Slash]!