yasinovel Chapter 169 The Prelude to Despair
Chapter 169 The Prelude to Despair
Chapter 169 The Prelude to Despair
These heretics didn't recognize Roy, but observing the battle not far away, Roy's features, age, and the magic he displayed were all the same as what Mary had said, and they could already guess his identity.
Roy, who rescued Mary and her companions from evil adventurers, was one of the very few humans who had no prejudice against them, these heretics.
At that moment, they lost their interest in watching the show.
To the heretics, Roy, a human being, was like the rarest protected animal; he absolutely could not die!
An awkward question has arisen.
They still couldn't offer any help.
Since their stats are between LV.2 and LV.3, and there are too many monsters surrounding Roy, it wouldn't make much sense to just add them in.
All I can do is watch and feel anxious.
"Go back and tell Reed and the others!"
These heretics quickly ran towards the stairwell on the 31st floor to go back and call for reinforcements.
The thirtieth floor: dense forest and canyon.
Because of Roy's serious injury, their movement was slow, and they were still not out of the floor.
A large number of monsters blocked their way.
As far as the eye could see, there was a rolling, writhing darkness—not the night, but a terrifying horde of monsters of all shapes and sizes.
Numerous monsters opened their mouths and roared, forming an impenetrable defensive line like a filthy tide.
For adventurers who are mentally and physically exhausted, the peaceful dungeon will bare its fangs and try to keep them here forever.
Burn the heavens!
Roy aimed the elven holy sword at the horde of beasts ahead, and the sword suddenly burst forth with light that pierced through the gloom, crimson flames swirling around its slender blade.
There was no long incantation chant, only a low, sharp shout that contained the will to burn everything, like a volcano roaring in the throat.
Boom! ...
A raging inferno erupted.
With Roy as the origin, a crimson torrent composed entirely of magical elements roared out, instantly engulfing all the space in the fan-shaped area in front of him.
The moment they made contact, space seemed to be distorted and stretched by the intense heat. The monsters at the forefront didn't even have time to utter a cry of despair before their filthy fur, festering flesh, and stark white bones instantly carbonized and disintegrated in the absolute heat, turning into swirling black ash, as if wiped away by an invisible giant hand.
At least a hundred monsters were cleared away. The surging, seemingly endless torrent of monsters was forcibly torn open by the blazing flames that burned everything in its path, leaving a huge, smoky, charred fan-shaped gap.
The area, which was just moments ago filled with roars and carnage, is now only filled with the crackling sound of flames burning.
And a patch of scorched earth glowing with a blazing red light.
"Huff! Huff!"
Seeing this, Roy felt no pride or smugness. He panted heavily, planted the elven holy sword in the ground, and used it as a crutch to support his body.
Astraea helped Roy continue onward, and the two entered the forest, heading north.
The dangers encountered were countless.
call out!
Suddenly, a green snake disguised as a tree branch darted out, as fast as lightning, opened its blood-red maw, revealing fangs that gleamed with cold light, and bit at Roy.
Goddess Astraea reacted faster than the mentally exhausted Roy, slashing off the green serpent's head with her sword, kicking it away, twisting her wrist, gripping the hilt with her other hand, and stabbing it into the body of the groundhog monster behind her. The monster's body turned to ashes, and the magic stone fell to the ground.
The movements were fluid and graceful, incredibly elegant.
Roy breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Goddess Astraea wasn't just a pretty face, otherwise it would have been a real problem.
Relying on the powerful strength of the elven holy sword and with the goddess Astrea as their protector, they made their way forward with difficulty.
But Roy's mood grew heavier and heavier.
The matter didn't end when they left the thirtieth level of the dense forest canyon.
To get back to the safe floor on the 18th floor from the 30th floor, there are 12 floors to walk.
Roy felt a chill run down his spine.
Going down in a dungeon is a completely different concept from going up.
The resistance they encountered was vastly different.
Originally, activating the special effect of the Elf Holy Sword only required a small amount of mental energy, but as his condition approached its limit, each activation of "Burning Heaven" caused a multiplied increase in mental burden, making his brain feel as if it were splitting open.
Roy looked as if all his bones had been removed; he leaned limply against Astraea, his eyelids as heavy as if they were made of lead.
Each blink was extremely difficult, and my vision blurred as a result.
The goddess Astraea's soft, boneless body, delicate and fair skin, and gentle, virtuous aura surrounded Roy, making him feel as if he had returned to his mother's embrace, almost causing him to fall into a deep sleep.
But surrounded by wolves, falling asleep now would be tantamount to suicide. Roy bit his tongue, the intense pain keeping him awake.
Glug glug!
Roy took out various potions and poured them into his mouth. His body surface shimmered with various lights as his physical and mental strength recovered. He was only kept alive by the potions.
My condition has improved slightly.
Roy frantically calculated his remaining mental energy and tried to recall the knowledge about the dungeons that Ryu had taught him.
The goddess Astraea glanced at him without leaving a trace, noticing the urgency and gloom on Roy's face, and a hint of heartache and complex emotions flashed in her eyes.
The deeper you go in the dungeon, the larger the floor becomes. The fifth floor is equivalent to the central square of the Tower of Babel, and by the fortieth floor, its area is equivalent to the entire city of Orario.
Some floors do not conform to this pattern, but in principle, the dungeon is judged to be cone-shaped.
The overall area of the 30th layer of dense forest canyon is about half the size of Orario.
About three hours passed, and after killing countless monsters and leaving behind a trail of magic stones, the two finally crossed the forest and arrived at the north side.
It was a huge wall covered with green moss and vines.
The two were overjoyed; in any case, being able to leave the thirtieth floor was a good thing.
The monsters on at least the 29th floor are a bit weaker.
Roy said, "Miss Liu said that the way back is a small cave overgrown with weeds. Even if you clear them away, they will grow back in less than two days, covering the entrance and confusing those returning."
To keep the invaders within, the dungeon resorts to any means necessary; all its features are designed for this purpose. Every piece of information it possesses is the result of countless adventurers being tricked and killed.
The two searched carefully along the wall.
They circled around and around, but still couldn't find the small cave leading back to the twenty-ninth floor.
"No? Impossible!"
Roy frowned. Liu couldn't possibly be deceiving him, and he couldn't possibly be mistaken.
At that moment, Astraea extended her slender, pale finger and pointed to a spot not far away. "Roy, is that the stairwell back to the twenty-ninth floor?"
Roy looked up and followed the direction Astraea was pointing. It was a pile of rubble, overgrown with weeds, eerily quiet.