"Use it to paint the world you desire." Prophet’s voice echoed in Alice’s ears. She stared at the brush floating before her, unable to believe it as she turned her gaze toward Prophet.
"Is this really for ? I don’t even know how to use it..." Alice hesitated, overwheld by the unexpected gift.
Prophet said nothing, waved a hand, and the brush instantly appeared in Alice’s grasp.
[First, it was Fiona, and now it’s Alice. I have every reason to suspect that Prophet favors the girls.]
[Hahaha, don’t make laugh. Just look at Prophet’s expression—it’s clear he’s fair to everyone. It just so happens that Fiona and Alice both needed help. Fiona breaks her sword, and Alice is too weak in combat.]
[Exactly! If it had been Cocona, things would’ve played out entirely differently.]
[anwhile, Drake is silently crying in a corner. He’s the chosen believer, yet he’s never received a single item from Prophet. It’s hilarious. lol]
Drake remained unaware of the comnt section mourning and mocking him. He faced the bizarre monster in the sky, his gaze ice-cold.
Prophet, on the other hand, examined the creature. He figured that if he trimd off one of its legs, it might barely fit inside his God’s Realm.
anwhile, Drake glanced toward Silas, eyes questioning. He was struggling to restrain himself from charging in and slashing the beast. The dragon scales on his hands flickered in and out of existence, mirroring his effort to keep himself in check.
Silas nodded and said, "Sa as last ti. Its weak point is the eyes, but they won’t be easy to pierce. This monster is strong—far stronger than the last one."
"I already figured as much," Drake replied indifferently.
Above them, the sky had turned a deep, blood-red hue. The grotesque monster widened its eyes and then, without warning, plumted toward the ground at an unimaginable speed!
"Everyone, get back! Support units, find a safe place to hide!" Drake shouted.
Before Alice could react, Damian had pulled her aside, wrapping her in a protective shield of holy light. "I can’t guarantee this will hold, so run if an attack cos. Just eight minutes—that’s all you need to hold out."
No, eight minutes was an eternity. Damian’s reassurance couldn’t hide the grim reality they were facing.
The monster landed with a thunderous impact, its massive body shaking like a real earthquake. Cracks spread outward, and a small crater ford beneath its feet, imprinting its deep footprints into the earth. If a human were crushed under its weight, it would undoubtedly be reduced to nothing but a pile of mangled flesh!
Its long neck twisted and writhed, its bulging eyes narrowing as it gazed at the humans with malicious intent.
Then, suddenly, it curled its mouth into a grin before opening its jaws wide—a massive tongue shot out, heading straight for Alice!
Austin appeared in an instant, grabbing the tongue with his bare hands. However, the sheer force behind it was so imnse that he was continuously pushed backward, his feet digging deep trenches into the ground as dirt and debris were thrown into the air.
At the sa ti, the monster’s slimy secretion began corroding Austin’s body, lting his flesh like molten plastic.
"Aghhhhh!" Austin roared, channeling all his core strength to resist the tongue’s force. At last, he managed to halt his retreat, then used all his might to yank himself backward, dragging the tongue along with him.
The monster shrieked and tried to retract its tongue, but before it could, the organ was severed!
Austin hurled a chunk of its tongue onto the ground while the remaining part recoiled back into its mouth.
Instead of blood, a thick, dark green mucus oozed from the severed end—far more concentrated than the previous sli.
The monster howled in agony and rage.
"Ha! No more cheating—better keep that tongue of yours tucked away," Drake mocked. The mont he finished speaking, his body shot forward like an arrow, charging straight at the beast.
The blade in his hand rapidly grew in size as he thrust it toward the monster’s elongated neck. However, sothing strange happened—there was no sensation of steel cutting through flesh. Instead, it felt like he had stabbed into sothing soft and gelatinous, like jelly or so stretchy, rubbery substance.
Drake’s brow furrowed. At that mont, the monster’s long neck twisted and coiled around him, its eyes narrowing in triumph as it gazed at him smugly.
Then, without warning, it opened its mouth wide, revealing a gaping maw filled with rows of razor-sharp fangs.
"I can’t help but wonder how your tongue even survives all those teeth," Drake sneered. Without hesitation, he hurled his blade straight into the monster’s mouth.
Yet, to his frustration, the attack didn’t even seem to faze it.
The monster sneered at Drake, opening its jaws wide to swallow him whole. But at that mont, Drake suddenly chuckled. A few dragon scales appeared on his face, then rapidly spread, encasing his entire body.
At the sa ti, the monster’s twisted neck abruptly straightened. It let out a pained scream, spewing fire from its mouth.
Drake landed perfectly on the ground, raising his hand into the air. His blade instantly sliced through the monster’s neck and returned to him.
Just as Drake lunged forward, aiming to crush the monster’s eyes, they suddenly vanished! At that mont, the severed part of the monster’s neck began extending, stretching like so viscous, adhesive sli. In re monts, the sli reshaped into the monster’s face, its two bulging eyes opening once more—filled with fury as they locked onto Drake.
The monster roared and leaped at him, its neck elongating further without end.
"This is getting tricky. Damian, try using your Light Arrows."
"Yes, Captain!" Damian responded, raising his hand. Holy light enveloped his entire body, and in the sky above, countless Light Arrows materialized. They gathered so densely that they covered half of the blood-red sky, an overwhelming sight impossible to grasp fully.
This sudden turn of events forced the monster to halt its attack on Drake. It tilted its head upward, glaring at the sky, before letting out a furious, deafening roar. Despite the sheer number of arrows, it seed almost arrogant, exuding confidence in its resilience.
Damian narrowed his eyes and commanded coldly, "Fire!"
At his command, the arrows rained like an unrelenting storm, completely engulfing the monster’s body.
[As expected of an exceptional Believer of Archangel Michael. I miss the three Great Believers—they haven’t appeared in so long!]
[Maybe they’re busy handling church matters and don’t care about dungeons anymore.]
[Hahaha, only Lucifer and his followers act like that.]
[What does Lucifer have to do with this? His Believers participate in dungeons more than those of other angels!]
[Exactly! If Archangel Lucifer had chosen a Great Believer, his reputation would be far better than it is now.]
[But he doesn’t care about others’ opinions. No need to sugarcoat things for him—he doesn’t need it!]
While an intense battle raged between humans and monsters, the comnt section erupted into a heated debate between fans of the angels.
According to Silvanus’s analysis, Lucifer had even more supporters than the other archangels despite his villain-like persona. Perhaps this was similar to Drake.
From a third-person perspective, people often gravitate toward powerful characters with an anti-heroic aura. In so settings, these figures even overshadowed the protagonist.
Silvanus felt another idea forming in his mind. The Prophet card was already 80% damaged—perhaps it was ti for a new god to take the stage...
anwhile, Damian’s storm of Light Arrows finally ca to an end. However, the results only brought despair to humanity.
The monster remained almost entirely unscathed despite the countless arrows piercing its body. The arrows shattered upon impact, leaving only shallow scratches. Worse still, the viscous fluid seeping from its wounds rapidly regenerated its injuries.
Damian stared in disbelief before murmuring coldly, "It’s not even a creature of darkness..."
"Maybe your arrows would work better in the Glutton Dungeon," Drake comnted indifferently before launching another attack.
At this point, their only goal was to stall for ti—to survive until the dungeon closed. They didn’t even need to kill the monster to win.
The monster threw its head back and roared. The sheer force of its voice shook the sky, causing the treetops to tremble violently. The piercing sound made human eardrums ache.
Even worse, the vibrations caused the stone coating on five frog statues to crack and crumble.
They had awakened.
Now twice their original size, the five giant frogs let out deep, resonating croaks.
Then, without hesitation, they launched into the air, diving straight toward the humans!
"Austin and Damian, focus on taking down the five lesser monsters. Leave this big one to !"
With that, Drake swung his blade toward the massive creature once more. This ti, flas engulfed his weapon, at the very least ensuring the monster would feel pain—and making its wounds much harder to heal.
The five giant frogs lunged toward Silas, who had been standing off to the side.
Damian and Austin swiftly intercepted them, but two still slipped through.
They leaped forward, their bloated bodies ready to crush Silas.
At that mont, Silas suddenly turned his head, and the eye on his forehead widened, scanning the surroundings.
His golden iris glead, and his red pupils burned with a nacing glow.
His lips moved slightly. "Die."
The mont he spoke, the two monsters instantly turned to ash—without even coming close to him.
For Silas, killing such low-level creatures was far too easy.
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