Chapter 148: Killing the demigod in the abyss, the evil intentions surfaced!
The sudden flash of starlight made the Inner Filth Fairy's pupils contract sharply, and a piercing, ear-splitting curse shook the atmosphere.
"Why?! You damned tool! Why aren't you like me?!"
"Oh, Earth, call forth… I, in the name of the proxy, command… Heavenly Meteor Shower!"
The giant magic array bloomed, a sharp whistling sound filled the air, and countless meteors, shrouded in black, rained down from the sky!
Arthur watched the Inner Filth Fairy, who was like a madwoman, with indifference, shaking his head without a word.
At this moment, the starlight particles on the durandal's blade were already boiling; he took a step, and his figure transformed into a stream of light tearing through the darkness!
He weaved between the black meteorites, the long sword in his hand erupting with an unprecedented dazzling light, piercing through the Filth!
Water, fire, wind, and thunder entwined around the blade, and four lightning-fast slashes instantly crisscrossed into a death symbol on the Inner Filth Fairy's chest!
The sound of flesh tearing arrived belatedly, bringing with it spurts of dark green fluid!
The completely different wound from before instantly made her realize, and she turned her head urgently, glaring venomously at the Child of the Stars with her back to her.
"You think this is over? This shell is merely a plaything I snatched on a whim… The evil rooted in this world is far more than this!"
Clang!
The steel-silver arc sliced through the void, and the Inner Filth Fairy's broken body was instantly cut into countless fragments, then crushed into powder under an invisible immense pressure.
Arthur lowered the durandal, now devoid of starlight, the faint smile on his lips as calm as ever.
"No need for you to remind me, see you another day."
With the Inner Filth Fairy's death, the mysterious suppression permeating the surrounding space suddenly loosened, and the outsider, having lost her leverage, quietly departed.
Crack!
A crisp sound, like breaking glass, echoed out of nowhere, and a brand new starlight mark was branded on his left palm, glowing brightly.
…
Meanwhile, on the scorched earth.
The Inner Filth Fairy's female body, having shed its shell, stiffened, and it, which was fully absorbing magic particles, looked up, searching the sky.
Its polychromatic pistil was frantically devouring the black light particles in the floor, and a destructive annihilation magic was already brewing within it.
Ais and the others, covered in wounds, knelt on the ground, their faces grim; after a desperate struggle, they now couldn't even squeeze out the strength to move their feet.
The Inner Filth Fairy's female body and the brilliant light particles shimmered, an originally dreamlike scene that, to Ais and the others, was now no different from a kaleidoscope before death.
In just a moment, the Inner Filth Fairy's female body, realizing its main body was dead, remained expressionless and spoke coldly.
"Fire, come… I, by…"
"Magic spear, pierce my skull, drink my blood!"
The scorched little person raced across the ground, his left thumb defiantly piercing his forehead, extracting power at the cost of a curse, his furious will instantly eroding his reason!
The next moment, Finn's eyes were completely bloodshot, and the hero let out a roar unique to a berserker, raising his weapon!
With his broken body, he unleashed his last dying strength; the twin golden and silver spears tore through the sky, pierced the atmosphere, and precisely shattered that polychromatic pistil!
The unexpectedly violent assault caused the Inner Filth Fairy's female body's magic to go out of control, and its massive body experienced continuous internal explosions, its entire frame beginning to lean backward from inertia!
However, the grotesque, pierced wound regenerated at a visible speed, and the Inner Filth Fairy's female body stiffly turned its head, its killing intent locked onto Finn!
The little person, completely exhausted of magic, knelt on the ground, yet a fearless, faint smile appeared on his face, his eyes signaling the other party to look at the sky.
Gareth, who had leaped high into the sky at some unknown point, roared as he swung his battle-axe, a mountain-heavy slash crashing down, shattering the enemy's petal armor along with its flesh!
In the distant end, Riveria's long hair fluttered wildly with the magic fluctuations; she opened her tightly closed emerald eyes, which were chillingly sharp.
"Chant Link · Third Tier · Veis Windheim!"
The holy wind of light erupted beneath the Inner Filth Fairy's female body, transforming into a emerald green tornado that shot straight to the zenith, exploding with a power no less than the abyssal hellfire!
The tattered Inner Filth Fairy's female body instantly turned to ashes, roaring and blowing across the wilderness along with the endless emerald storm!
The violent shockwave vibrated the entire floor, kicking up a large amount of dust, and the adventurers all held onto protrusions, preparing to withstand the impending torrent of wind!
Clang!
A dazzling platinum sword light descended from the sky, splitting the storm like a divine sword, bringing the raging roar to an abrupt halt.
Arthur stood upright directly in front of everyone, slowly turning around, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"Everyone, we won."
The death match on the 59th floor thus came to an end.
With the remaining supplies, everyone barely recovered enough to move.
The expedition team, without hesitation, carried the giant magic stone dropped by the Inner Filth Fairy's female body and decisively began their return journey.
They passed through the unusually quiet Hell Dragon Pot, sprinting at full speed through the flat tunnels of the 51st floor.
Bete, unable to smell any monster's presence, irritably bared his fangs and growled in a low voice at Arthur in front.
"What is this? We haven't seen even a single minor monster blocking our way, it's so abnormal I'm almost going to throw up!"
Arthur subtly tightened his left hand, now branded with the new mark, and explained with an air of nonchalance.
"Perhaps the Dungeon had a change of heart? After all, even the 59th floor was completely destroyed, and we didn't see any cleaners."
Bete clicked his tongue, "I really hope you're just joking, the Dungeon's conscience?"
Whether the werewolf believed him or not, the Dungeon maintained this eerie silence until everyone, urging their weary bodies, returned to the temporary camp.
When the camp, built high with rock slabs, appeared before the expedition team, the physically and mentally exhausted group finally showed long-lost smiles.
After a brief rest and recovery, Arthur and Finn exchanged opinions and reached a consensus, then quickly ordered the expeditionary force to begin their return journey immediately.
…
And as they desperately returned, a card game that would decide the fate of the Gods was just beginning on the distant surface.
In a high-class tavern in Orario, Loki and two tall gods sat at a table, looking at each other with mutual disdain.
Loki's gaze swept back and forth between the feigning sleep Dionysus and the feigning smile Hermes, letting out an undisguised 'tsk'.
"You say we're all victims of the same incident, but how come I feel like you two pretty boys have ulterior motives?"
Hermes smiled broadly, raising his hands to press them down twice, his tone gentle.
"Don't say that, Loki. We're all in the same boat now, information sharing is key, isn't it?"
Loki completely ignored the glib Hermes, casting a suspicious glance at the silent Dionysus.
"As the one who invited us here, what act are you playing now?"
"I apologize, Loki. Please believe me, the situation escalating to this point was also beyond my expectations."
Dionysus narrowed his eyes, genuine worry flickering within them, and sighed softly.
"Previously, your children and Hermes's children were involved in the Guild quest on the 24th floor."
"Based on the information brought back by the children, and the enemy's modus operandi, I am ninety percent certain it is the long-vanished Dark Faction."
Hermes nodded with a grim expression, adding.
"The Guild's mole hasn't been rooted out yet, and the Dark Faction is stirring up trouble in the city, even colluding with those new monster species…"
Loki cast a sideways glance at the always-grinning Hermes, hugging her arms and saying coldly.
"Can't smile now, can you?"
Hermes awkwardly scratched his head, then quietly brought up a new topic.
"Let's consolidate our information, we must find the crux of the problem as soon as possible!"
Loki reluctantly nodded in agreement, while Dionysus wore an elegant, faint smile, fully displaying an attitude of shared hatred for the enemy.
In reality, the malice lurking in the shadows almost drowned his heart!
The chess game he had planned for years was overturned by someone in the most brutal way, and he hadn't even seen who his opponent was!
'It doesn't matter… If the chessboard is ruined, then let's get a new one.'
'The second game starts now!'
The sudden flash of starlight made the Inner Filth Fairy's pupils contract sharply, and a piercing, ear-splitting curse shook the atmosphere.
"Why?! You damned tool! Why aren't you like me?!"
"Oh, Earth, call forth… I, in the name of the proxy, command… Heavenly Meteor Shower!"
The giant magic array bloomed, a sharp whistling sound filled the air, and countless meteors, shrouded in black, rained down from the sky!
Arthur watched the Inner Filth Fairy, who was like a madwoman, with indifference, shaking his head without a word.
At this moment, the starlight particles on the durandal's blade were already boiling; he took a step, and his figure transformed into a stream of light tearing through the darkness!
He weaved between the black meteorites, the long sword in his hand erupting with an unprecedented dazzling light, piercing through the Filth!
Water, fire, wind, and thunder entwined around the blade, and four lightning-fast slashes instantly crisscrossed into a death symbol on the Inner Filth Fairy's chest!
The sound of flesh tearing arrived belatedly, bringing with it spurts of dark green fluid!
The completely different wound from before instantly made her realize, and she turned her head urgently, glaring venomously at the Child of the Stars with her back to her.
"You think this is over? This shell is merely a plaything I snatched on a whim… The evil rooted in this world is far more than this!"
Clang!
The steel-silver arc sliced through the void, and the Inner Filth Fairy's broken body was instantly cut into countless fragments, then crushed into powder under an invisible immense pressure.
Arthur lowered the durandal, now devoid of starlight, the faint smile on his lips as calm as ever.
"No need for you to remind me, see you another day."
With the Inner Filth Fairy's death, the mysterious suppression permeating the surrounding space suddenly loosened, and the outsider, having lost her leverage, quietly departed.
Crack!
A crisp sound, like breaking glass, echoed out of nowhere, and a brand new starlight mark was branded on his left palm, glowing brightly.
…
Meanwhile, on the scorched earth.
The Inner Filth Fairy's female body, having shed its shell, stiffened, and it, which was fully absorbing magic particles, looked up, searching the sky.
Its polychromatic pistil was frantically devouring the black light particles in the floor, and a destructive annihilation magic was already brewing within it.
Ais and the others, covered in wounds, knelt on the ground, their faces grim; after a desperate struggle, they now couldn't even squeeze out the strength to move their feet.
The Inner Filth Fairy's female body and the brilliant light particles shimmered, an originally dreamlike scene that, to Ais and the others, was now no different from a kaleidoscope before death.
In just a moment, the Inner Filth Fairy's female body, realizing its main body was dead, remained expressionless and spoke coldly.
"Fire, come… I, by…"
"Magic spear, pierce my skull, drink my blood!"
The scorched little person raced across the ground, his left thumb defiantly piercing his forehead, extracting power at the cost of a curse, his furious will instantly eroding his reason!
The next moment, Finn's eyes were completely bloodshot, and the hero let out a roar unique to a berserker, raising his weapon!
With his broken body, he unleashed his last dying strength; the twin golden and silver spears tore through the sky, pierced the atmosphere, and precisely shattered that polychromatic pistil!
The unexpectedly violent assault caused the Inner Filth Fairy's female body's magic to go out of control, and its massive body experienced continuous internal explosions, its entire frame beginning to lean backward from inertia!
However, the grotesque, pierced wound regenerated at a visible speed, and the Inner Filth Fairy's female body stiffly turned its head, its killing intent locked onto Finn!
The little person, completely exhausted of magic, knelt on the ground, yet a fearless, faint smile appeared on his face, his eyes signaling the other party to look at the sky.
Gareth, who had leaped high into the sky at some unknown point, roared as he swung his battle-axe, a mountain-heavy slash crashing down, shattering the enemy's petal armor along with its flesh!
In the distant end, Riveria's long hair fluttered wildly with the magic fluctuations; she opened her tightly closed emerald eyes, which were chillingly sharp.
"Chant Link · Third Tier · Veis Windheim!"
The holy wind of light erupted beneath the Inner Filth Fairy's female body, transforming into a emerald green tornado that shot straight to the zenith, exploding with a power no less than the abyssal hellfire!
The tattered Inner Filth Fairy's female body instantly turned to ashes, roaring and blowing across the wilderness along with the endless emerald storm!
The violent shockwave vibrated the entire floor, kicking up a large amount of dust, and the adventurers all held onto protrusions, preparing to withstand the impending torrent of wind!
Clang!
A dazzling platinum sword light descended from the sky, splitting the storm like a divine sword, bringing the raging roar to an abrupt halt.
Arthur stood upright directly in front of everyone, slowly turning around, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"Everyone, we won."
The death match on the 59th floor thus came to an end.
With the remaining supplies, everyone barely recovered enough to move.
The expedition team, without hesitation, carried the giant magic stone dropped by the Inner Filth Fairy's female body and decisively began their return journey.
They passed through the unusually quiet Hell Dragon Pot, sprinting at full speed through the flat tunnels of the 51st floor.
Bete, unable to smell any monster's presence, irritably bared his fangs and growled in a low voice at Arthur in front.
"What is this? We haven't seen even a single minor monster blocking our way, it's so abnormal I'm almost going to throw up!"
Arthur subtly tightened his left hand, now branded with the new mark, and explained with an air of nonchalance.
"Perhaps the Dungeon had a change of heart? After all, even the 59th floor was completely destroyed, and we didn't see any cleaners."
Bete clicked his tongue, "I really hope you're just joking, the Dungeon's conscience?"
Whether the werewolf believed him or not, the Dungeon maintained this eerie silence until everyone, urging their weary bodies, returned to the temporary camp.
When the camp, built high with rock slabs, appeared before the expedition team, the physically and mentally exhausted group finally showed long-lost smiles.
After a brief rest and recovery, Arthur and Finn exchanged opinions and reached a consensus, then quickly ordered the expeditionary force to begin their return journey immediately.
…
And as they desperately returned, a card game that would decide the fate of the Gods was just beginning on the distant surface.
In a high-class tavern in Orario, Loki and two tall gods sat at a table, looking at each other with mutual disdain.
Loki's gaze swept back and forth between the feigning sleep Dionysus and the feigning smile Hermes, letting out an undisguised 'tsk'.
"You say we're all victims of the same incident, but how come I feel like you two pretty boys have ulterior motives?"
Hermes smiled broadly, raising his hands to press them down twice, his tone gentle.
"Don't say that, Loki. We're all in the same boat now, information sharing is key, isn't it?"
Loki completely ignored the glib Hermes, casting a suspicious glance at the silent Dionysus.
"As the one who invited us here, what act are you playing now?"
"I apologize, Loki. Please believe me, the situation escalating to this point was also beyond my expectations."
Dionysus narrowed his eyes, genuine worry flickering within them, and sighed softly.
"Previously, your children and Hermes's children were involved in the Guild quest on the 24th floor."
"Based on the information brought back by the children, and the enemy's modus operandi, I am ninety percent certain it is the long-vanished Dark Faction."
Hermes nodded with a grim expression, adding.
"The Guild's mole hasn't been rooted out yet, and the Dark Faction is stirring up trouble in the city, even colluding with those new monster species…"
Loki cast a sideways glance at the always-grinning Hermes, hugging her arms and saying coldly.
"Can't smile now, can you?"
Hermes awkwardly scratched his head, then quietly brought up a new topic.
"Let's consolidate our information, we must find the crux of the problem as soon as possible!"
Loki reluctantly nodded in agreement, while Dionysus wore an elegant, faint smile, fully displaying an attitude of shared hatred for the enemy.
In reality, the malice lurking in the shadows almost drowned his heart!
The chess game he had planned for years was overturned by someone in the most brutal way, and he hadn't even seen who his opponent was!
'It doesn't matter… If the chessboard is ruined, then let's get a new one.'
'The second game starts now!'