Dungeon Designer: Bringing Smiles to the World!

Watching the bewildered adventurers plunge headlong into the hellish entrance he had planned, Rogue nodded in satisfaction as he observed everything through the monitor.

The only drawback is that the previous Soul-Sucking Ghosts didn't cause any casualties.

However, this is not a big deal. As long as they continue to move forward, and the adventurers accumulate more and more souls, they will eventually attract those hungry, black-armored giants.

"How's the upgrade of the Gluttonous Dragon going?" Rogge asked Horak, who was standing next to him.

The old lich nodded slowly, looking at the enormous creature in front of them with considerable satisfaction: "Don't worry, I can use quite a few of my special techniques."

Although the Gluttonous Dragon's overall appearance hadn't changed much, it was no longer the black creature covered in filth. Instead, it had turned into a strange, dark green that appeared vibrant but actually contained deadly poison.

Perhaps this behemoth should now be called "Plague: Gluttonous Dragon".

This gluttonous dragon, capable of casting plague spells, is sure to bring a huge surprise to those adventurers!

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Led by the two skilled assassins, Aiso and River, the group managed to evade several patrols of Sicksville residents before successfully reaching the middle of the massive cylindrical building.

[Micro-light technology]

In the soft light, those without dark vision were finally able to catch a glimpse of the tip of this magnificent building.

Dark moss and ferns covered the outer walls of this drainage ditch, and countless filths cascading down from above nourished all life here, creating a rather unique ecological environment.

However, people are certainly not interested in these things right now; they are more concerned about something else.

"Where's the entrance? Where's the entrance?"

After walking around in a big circle, the group still couldn't find the entrance to the drainage ditch, let alone enter it.

"I'll go investigate."

After uttering those four words, Aisso vanished into the darkness, leaving the others to hide obediently in a corner to avoid being discovered by the growing number of residents of the sick village.

A dozen minutes later, Aiso reappeared with not-so-good news.

The only drainage ditch entrance in the vicinity was surrounded by a large group of villagers from the sick village, who seemed to be using it as some kind of sacrificial site. If they wanted to get inside, they would have to find a way to break through the encirclement.

"In the end, we still have to fight."

Faced with this inevitable battle, everyone was ready for combat and headed towards their target location.

"Wuwu la la... Aba aba..."

Before they even arrived, the loud, incoherent clamor of the sick village residents reached their ears.

But as adventurers with more acute senses than ordinary people, they were still able to catch some strange words spoken by the delirious inhabitants of the sick village.

"Praise... praise the merciful witch... carrying an egg..."

"Witch?"

Everyone immediately noticed this most crucial word.

The word "witch" was mentioned in the story about the war between the king and the ancient dragon that you are forced to watch after entering this dungeon.

"The Witches of Izalith and the Daughters of Chaos," they burned the towering tree with fire, leaving the immortal ancient dragons with nowhere to dwell.

"I have a bad feeling," Joel couldn't help but say, only to be immediately tapped on the head by Elisa with her staff.

Don't jinx it!

It was probably because of this, or more likely because everyone had been here for too long, that their presence had attracted the attention of the residents of the sick village.

"Oh ho ho!!!"

The leader, whose body was the most bloated and covered in filth, with a bunch of incomprehensible graffiti painted on his body in pale white paint, roared and suddenly pointed his sacrificial staff at the group of nine people hiding in the shadows.

Almost instantly, dozens of villagers rushed towards the crowd, while a large group of blowgunners who had been hiding in the shadows blew poisoned blowguns at them.

"We've been exposed!"

Realizing they had been exposed, the group's expressions changed. There was no time to devise a plan, so they could only grit their teeth and charge toward the entrance of the drainage ditch not far ahead.

Giant Transformation Technique! Iron Skin!

Galadron once again transformed into a small steel giant, charging ahead into the enemy ranks. With each swing of his shield, which was larger than many residents of Sicks Village, he could smash a target into a bloody pulp.

With Galadun as their spearhead, the rest of the group caught up with the pace of the advance, each using their unique abilities to rapidly reduce the number of residents in the diseased village.

"Ura-la-la..."

Above the crowd, a resident of the sick village, responsible for relaying information, had already sounded the horn.

More and more, even the entire twisted population of the diseased village, gathered here, forming a dense, endless mass.

Damn it.

After cursing under his breath, Dylan looked at Elisa, who was also a magician.

Without needing to communicate, the two, who had already cooperated several times in the Dorne Dungeon, knew what each other was doing.

"Joel!"

Elisa shouted, and the swordsman whose name was called had no choice but to break away from the battle. He hoisted Elisa onto his shoulder and ran forward at full speed.

Dylan wasn't much better off, being picked up by Aysso like a chick.

The two chanted incantations simultaneously, and heat and wind began to converge.

Finally, just as everyone was about to reach the entrance to that damned drainage ditch, the spell's synergy was finally ready.

[Aganathar's Fire Breath]!

The art of creating wind!

A wave of flames swept out, instantly forming a wall of fire that blocked almost all the pursuing villagers from the diseased village.

"Hurry up!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, everyone rushed toward the entrance that was just a stone's throw away.

But just a second before the smile of victory appeared, several figures in black armor blocked their way again.

"A soul-sucking demon!"

It was the mass killing of the villagers in the sick village that caused a large number of souls to be extracted, which attracted the soul-devouring ghosts.

"Time is running out!"

Seeing that the wall of fire behind them was about to be extinguished by the fearless, relentless charge of the sick village residents with their bare bodies, Elisa shouted anxiously, "We have to get through there now!"

"drink!"

The giant Galadon raised his great shield and charged at the two Soul Eaters, just like a great luck encounter with Hakimi, instantly sending the latter flying.

But before they were sent flying backward, the two Soul-Sucking Ghosts successfully extended their ethereal black hands.

The invisible hand of darkness passed through the great shield and armor, touching Galadron's hardened body.

In an instant, the black hand transformed into a vortex, but this vortex attracted not air, but the ethereal souls and humanity!

Even if the body is as hard as steel, it cannot protect the inner soul and humanity.

"Thump!"

After knocking the two Dementors away, Galahad collapsed to one knee, overwhelmed by a wave of exhaustion.

This wasn't just a simple case of exhaustion. Galadron felt his once vibrant body gradually cooling down, his mind seemingly leaving the body, and the rage that had filled him with due to his gigantic size had vanished without a trace.

To put it more simply, Galadron is turning into a corpse, a living corpse.