Silver Dragons are spawning in this dungeon!

The province of Dalama, with its capital city of Torrance.

More than 30 meters underground, there was a dimly lit hall.

More than a dozen men in black robes surrounded a man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

They formed a formation similar to a magic circle, with magical energy surging beneath their feet and interconnected.

The magical nodes eventually converged into the central pattern, which depicted a figure dressed in the same black robe but with a golden dragon silhouette tattooed on its back.

His status was clearly several levels higher than the black-robed man beside him.

The black-robed figure in the middle exudes an aura of decadence, with black mist floating above his head.

A pitch-black pipe ran from the head of the man in the black robe all the way to the black mist above his head.

The black-robed man's consciousness gradually faded, and under the influence of the black energy, he was eventually transported to an unknown location.

The moment Hilo swallowed the compass, the black mist floating above the underground hall suddenly vanished.

The pipe connecting the black-robed man and the black mist, made of some unknown substance, suddenly collapsed.

The black-robed figures surrounding them had a mysterious aura emanating from the magic array beneath their feet, which was now bubbling away like boiling water.

A black, viscous liquid churned from the magic circle, covering the insteps of the surrounding black-robed figures.

It climbs up from the calves, attaching itself to the thighs, chest, and head.

Until they were completely enveloped in the black liquid, the black-robed figures melted and dissolved, like wax figures in a wax museum, as if heated like candles...

Gradually, it merged with the black, viscous liquid, and its limbs fell to the ground without making a sound, only slowly disappearing with a gurgling sound.

The man in the center, dressed in a black robe with golden dragon patterns, coughed up a mouthful of blood the moment the black pipe shattered.

He was puzzled as to why his evil magic, warp travel, was interrupted.

Even if a legend intervened, it wouldn't be enough to instantly interrupt this evil spell and make the anchor point disappear without a trace.

Cullen was puzzled; he suspected that the anchor point might have disappeared into the material world.

Were they thrown into another dimension?

Cullen even wondered if some kind of warp storm had occurred in the warp, causing the sorcery to fail.

But he never expected that the alien silver dragon he was tracking would swallow the anchor point whole.

The architectural style of Torrens is similar to that of medieval Europe.

Romanesque and Gothic architecture are interspersed throughout.

What's particularly special are the magnetic tracks above the city, which look like circular tracks suspended in the sky.

Outward in concentric circles, overlapping each other, large circles containing smaller ones, nested together like gears, constantly in motion.

Each ring exudes a metallic texture.

It has a cyberpunk style.

The metal ring was engraved with a dense array of magic circles.

The most basic levitation technique was applied to almost every part of the bottom of the metal ring.

There are also many buildings on the ring, but their architectural style is very different from that of the city of Torrance below, giving it a Warhammer hive feel.

The concentric rings are not decorations, but a giant, moving magic circle.

It can easily withstand the burst attacks of legendary powerhouses.

……

Underground, Kuren dusted himself off and stood up.

Within three feet of him, no black liquid came near, revealing the stone floor.

The black liquid, seemingly alive, seemed to want to devour Kuren.

However, it was blocked by something invisible and could not get close.

Kulen adjusted himself; he hadn't suffered any serious injury. More than a dozen cult members beside him successfully shielded him from the backlash of the evil magic.

Realizing it could not be traced back to the caster, the black liquid swirled and converged on the ground in front of Kuren, as if forming a black tunnel.

It is leading some ominous great demon to descend.

Kulun snorted coldly, stomped his right foot on the ground, and the sacred runes on the supporting stone pillars of the hall emitted a holy light.

The black liquid sizzled upon contact with the holy golden light, turning into black smoke that dissipated completely in the air.

As the human empire has developed to this point, many techniques have found ways to mitigate or even completely suppress the backlash.

Different religious sects exchange ideas, integrate, and learn from each other.

You can see that the evil cult of Cullen, a heretical sect, is filled with holy light.

You can also see that within the Holy Sect, black mist fills the sky and evil spirits roam freely.

When only a thin layer of black liquid remained, Cullen stopped waiting.

As you take a step, the black liquid beneath your feet automatically partes to both sides, clearing a path.

Unable to stop Kulen from leaving.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the main hall, he removed his black robe and hung it on the wall.

Beneath the black robe was a slightly pale and gloomy face, which somehow possessed a touch of handsomeness.

I climbed up the narrow staircase step by step.

Underneath the black robe, he was dressed normally, though it was also a long robe, but white with bright red and green accents, an exquisite belt, and no hood.

His cuffs and collar were impeccably tailored, making him look exactly like a medieval gentleman, complete with a top hat and a cane.

I composed myself and pushed open the door of the detached villa.

I smiled and greeted my neighbor who was watering the garden.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, I walked along the cobblestone-paved sidewalk towards a church-like building at the end of the street.

The spire soars into the sky, reaching a height of 157 meters.

A typical Gothic building.

As a legendary sorcerer of the Dragon Cult, Cullen hadn't been to the church in person for a long time, and he could solve problems on his own without needing to use the church's functions.

I greeted familiar friends along the way as I headed toward the church.

On the other side, Hilo swallowed the compass and was digesting the magical circuits within it. Fortunately, the compass only had a simple third-circle spell engraved on it.

Blood-seeking technique.

As for the antique appearance, it's all been artificially aged using modern techniques, just to drain Zorn's wallet.

They wouldn't open the door once they saw it.

While magical items inscribed with third-circle spells are rare enough, they shouldn't be enough to bankrupt a high-ranking thief.

There were no other spell loops on it; it was just that the materials used to make the compass were quite rare.

The metal used to make the compass, capable of bearing the spells of a legendary sorcerer, is worth exactly as much as Zorn's emptied wallet.

If Zorn takes the compass directly to the alchemy workshop, melts it down, and sells the metal, he can recoup his investment.

Unfortunately, Zorn did not recognize this metal. When the metal entered Hilo's body, the metal dragon could consume some precious metals, which accelerated its growth and made its bones and scales harder.

The magical pathways of the Bloodseeking Technique gradually clung to Hilo's entire body, imprinting magical pathways on all his blood vessels.

However, unlike before, he did not get a tattoo.

Instead, it traces the outline of the body's blood vessels by imprinting them with the blood-seeking technique.

Its entire body radiated an eerie red light.