As long as he was inside the Dungeon, and his Revival uses were sufficient, Ron could afford to go all out—especially when it ca to burning through his life force to unleash that exclusive slash.
Queen's Black Fla!
Just as its na implied—
Pitch-black flas, dark as ink, completely wrapped around the spiral greatsword.
The black flas had no temperature.
Yet they carried an authority that seed capable of burning everything in existence!
And unlike in Elden Ring, as long as he had enough life force to consu, the Elden Ring weapon—Godslayer's Greatsword—could maintain this overpowering state indefinitely.
"Gotta say…"
"At least it looks cool as hell!"
After all, it was specifically effective against gods.
Against the mutated, dark-skinned Minotaur before him, simply smashing wouldn't be enough to kill it—he had to use other thods.
Compared to Great Fortune, despite being of similar size, this weapon was clearly much lighter.
Ron stared at the Minotaur before him—its skin dark, its physique massively built—and without using any fancy techniques, he stepped forward decisively.
As the Godslayer's Greatsword swung down, the pitch-black flas carved a fleeting arc of sword light through the air.
As a spiral greatsword, only its tip was truly sharp—the rest could practically be treated like a blunt club. But under the influence of its exclusive Ash of War, it produced an unexpectedly devastating effect.
"@#￥!!"
The mont the black fla made contact with the Minotaur—
It clung to its skin like a parasitic curse. The creature's sparse fur began to emit a foul, burnt stench under the flas.
The monster's pained roar echoed through the narrow cave passage.
Its crimson eyes lost all rationality. Instead of counterattacking Ron, it dropped the massive axe in its hand and tried to extinguish the flas with its bare palms.
"…"
But the Minotaur's resistance was ultimately futile.
That fla—capable of burning even gods—spread visibly due to its actions, igniting the thick, calloused flesh of its palms.
The damage wasn't imdiately fatal.
But the pain from the burning was unavoidable.
"That's a bit ridiculous…"
"Why does this black fla feel even more disgusting than the Pus of Man?"
The good news:
This weapon could only be used normally by him.
If he increased the attack frequency of the Godslayer's Greatsword, sooner or later he could burn the Minotaur to death purely through the Queen's Black Fla.
However—
The cost of using this weapon was just as obvious.
Ron could clearly feel it—an indescribable energy within his body was being continuously drained by the sword in his hand.
Realizing this, he decisively canceled the Ash of War. As the supply of life force ceased, the black flas coating the spiral greatsword extinguished at a visible speed.
Even that brief usage—had drained enough life force to make Ron feel a long-lost sense of weakness.
This exclusive Ash of War was different from the "Power Within" skill from the Ashen One's save—at least it didn't subject the user to physical tornt.
Instead… it left an indelible effect on the Minotaur in the distance.
If he wanted a quick finish, now would be the best ti to press the attack. But as Ron looked at the flas nearly engulfing the Minotaur's upper body—he chose not to move.
He wanted to see just how long the black fla effect from this exclusive skill would last.
"It shouldn't just burn it to death outright… right?"
"…"
Up ahead, the Minotaur's upper body was already swallowed by black flas. The stench of scorched skin and fur drifted through the cave with the faint breeze, saturating the surrounding environnt.
Because of the pain, that dark-skinned Minotaur—ironically the "lucky one"—rolled frantically across the cave floor, its massive, flesh-mountain-like body thrashing about.
Its already charred skin split open further as a result of its own movents.
And just as he had expected—this black fla did not grow more intense as it spread. Instead, the flickering fire gradually died out once its fuel was completely exhausted.
The agony ravaging its body did not drive the Minotaur to flee.
After extinguishing the flas on its surface, it struggled back to its feet, grabbed the massive axe it had dropped, and its crimson eyes seed to bleed.
That violent killing intent was practically taking on physical form!
"@!#￥!"
What the hell was it even saying?
He couldn't understand a word of the Minotaur's guttural speech. At the very least, as a human, Ron had no way of comprehending its language—but he could roughly guess.
He chose not to continue using the Godslayer's Greatsword.
This weapon really could only be used like a blunt club.
Against a high-HP, tank-type Floor Boss, it might prove useful—but using it on a Minotaur like this just felt like a waste of exploration ti.
So—Ron returned to his greatsword style once more.
The injuries inflicted by the black fla were already horrific to the naked eye. And when dealing with monsters, the best thod was to finish them cleanly and efficiently.
Kill—don't torture.
Having already fought Minotaurs back on the 5th Floor, and with this one already heavily wounded, dealing with it now posed no difficulty at all.
"Not bad."
The battle ended quickly.
Looking at the magic stone dropped on the ground, Ron made a rough judgnt about the Floor they were currently on—at the very least, it had to be around the 15th Floor.
"Just don't know…"
"If we've been gone this long, will they co deeper into the Dungeon looking for us?"
However—without the influence of his Despicable Outsider skill, the Dungeon returning to its normal difficulty would actually make things much easier for them.
"…"
Following behind Ron, even encountering a mutated Minotaur no longer stirred much reaction from Lefiya and Tiona, who had already experienced the Fog Gate.
After all—compared to sothing like the Ash Judge, and that grotesquely mutated form, the native monsters of this Dungeon now seed almost… decent-looking by comparison. The only thing that truly surprised them was probably Ron's spiral greatsword—and that utterly terrifying black fla!
"Not sure why…"
"But I always feel like—Ron being hated by the Dungeon and triggering abnormal events is completely normal."
This Dungeon expedition had quickly brought Tiona and Lefiya closer together.
After whispering between themselves, they both ca to the sa conclusion: Ron's outrageous talent being targeted by the Dungeon was far from baseless.
He had mastered all kinds of combat thods.
He could even replicate the techniques used by monsters.
And more than that—even after sustaining fatal injuries, he would trigger magic at the brink of death and stand back up again. From the Dungeon's perspective, a monster like that absolutely shouldn't be allowed to exist.
You couldn't beat him.
You couldn't kill him.
And most importantly, under such high-intensity pressure, his strength was growing at an exponential rate!
"…"
The cave passage was eerily quiet.
So quiet that the whispered conversation between the two girls behind him was clearly heard by Ron, who was leading the way up front. Was it really appropriate to be trash-talking him so openly behind his back?
Back when his stats hadn't caught up yet, this Soulslike Dungeon had caused him no small amount of trouble. Right now, he had rely endured long enough to co out on top.
However—as he looked ahead at the suddenly widening environnt of the Floor, he lost all desire to complain.
Because in the distance ahead—that looked very much like a true Boss Room!!
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