"There's no way to explain how we could possibly defeat a god..."
The entire Fran Guard was overwheld by the reality in front of them.
If soone were to ask who the strongest in the Sain Dungeon is, a common adventurer would undoubtedly say Gwyn.
But for an adventurer who is slightly more cautious, they would probably opt for a more conservative answer—those who appear in the images along with Gwyn must also be formidable.
So, who appears in these images?
Renowned alongside Gwyn are Tomb King Nite, Izalith Witch, and... the Scaleless White Dragon Hiss.
And according to the introduction of the "Divided King's Soul," it ntions that the Four Kings of Little Londo, along with the White Dragon Hiss, received the King's Soul granted by Gwyn.
Doesn't this imply that the Four Kings of Little Londo and White Dragon Hiss are of equal status?
"Does this an we defeated the beings appearing in the images!?"
"By rounding up, doesn't it an we defeated Gwyn too!"
"Which idiot taught you that kind of rounding up?"
"Can't I express my shock?"
The usually calm and composed Fran Guard erupted in excitent, the Abyss buzzing as if at a grand festival.
Unlike the others who were fervently discussing the significance of their deeds, Dal looked at the floating King's Soul before him and suddenly recalled the words he heard from Flant before entering.
"To stand shoulder to shoulder with gods through one's actions... isn't what we're doing now even beyond that..."
This is already at the level of god-slaying.
The strength of the Four Kings of Little Londo was indeed formidable; others couldn't achieve what the Fran Guard did here, only they had the ability for a first-ti kill.
Even with his strong faith in the skills of himself and his companions, Dal dared not boast that they killed what might have been a god—the Four Kings of Little Londo; he could only comfort himself that the Four Kings reconstructed in Sain Dungeon were different in strength from the real ones, otherwise, he felt the information might shock him into silence.
"This is the first ti we've encountered a real enemy from the Abyss in Sain Dungeon."
Dal turned to his companions, who quieted their chatter and fixed their eyes on him.
Though silent, each person's eyes shone with unprecedented light, as if they had achieved so grand dream.
The Soul-sucking Ghost and the Ghosts also ca from the Abyss, but they were too weak.
Overlord Vonier had ties to the Abyss, but he was a pitiful victim of it.
As for the Four Kings of Little Londo, they were legitimate formidable adversaries of the Abyss!
"We defeated them, we proved ourselves, we..."
Dal found himself at a loss for words at such a montous occasion, so he resorted to raising his voice to cover it up!
He raised his left arm high and shouted:
"We are victorious!"
"Ohhhhhh!!!"
The Fran Guards echoed with fervor, their shouts accompanied by the howls of the wolf pack, until everyone was howling along with them.
Indeed, there's always soone to join in when you let out a passionate shout; this trick is too effective.
"When I get back, I must find a teacher to learn language."
Dal muttered to himself, reaching his hand out to the floating "Divided King's Soul," intending to grasp it.
How should I preserve this? Would I get burned if I grab it directly, and what's the effect of filling it into a Royal Artifact...?
With these questions in mind, he reached out his hand.
Only to grasp air, passing through the King's Soul.
"Huh?"
Dal tried a few more tis, but in vain, as if the soul existed on a different plane than him.
Other Fran Guards ca over to try, only to find they couldn't grab the King's Soul either.
Yet, when their hands passed through the soul, they felt a 'contact' sensation, but couldn't complete the 'grasp' or 'take away' actions.
It seed as if the King's Soul was refusing to be taken by them at this mont.
Encountering such an anomaly, the Fran Guards, as adventurers, naturally conjured a reasonable explanation in their minds, such as:
"Does it an we need to acquire the Royal Artifact first to take it away?"
Spot on.
Gong Qiying behind the Crystal Ball nodded in agreent.
Seeing no way to take the King's Soul with them, the Fran Guards were at a loss.
Having witnessed its uniqueness firsthand, they didn't mind if it had more special properties; besides, Flant did tell them to get the Royal Artifact first and then co back to learn its uses, ultimately figuring out the artifact's effect by themselves.
"So, do we just leave like this?"
A Fran Guard spoke with uncertainty.
After defeating the Four Kings of Little Londo, this was all they saw; if they couldn't take it...
It seed a bit disappointing, like leaving empty-handed?
The Sain Dungeon wasn't keen on playing the role of disappointnt.
"Gollum...."
Just as the Fran Guard finished speaking, a strange bubbling sound ca from the Abyss at their feet, like a malfunctioning pipe sucking water.
Could it be another monster?
Before Dal and the others could react defensively, the Abyss beneath them suddenly "erupted."
"Boom!"
Pitch-black water splashed violently before their eyes; the accompanying loud noise would have scared ordinary people to the bones, but the Fran Guards were not ordinary; instead of recoiling, they noticed certain things hidden within, and Dal even drew his sword to snuff out the danger ahead of ti.
At that mont, a sparkling golden light point was struck and flew out by his great sword, illuminating the dark abyss like a teor across the sky.
"Eh?"
Dal suddenly realized sothing and quickly retracted his sword, but his body, out of inertia, moved forward along the path of the splashing water.
The next mont, an even larger splash exploded.
Glowing points of purple and white burst from the Abyss like a fountain, showering down on Dal, and the impact lifted him two ters into the air!
"Wow, a fountain!"
Quick on the draw, so people had already taken out their Image Stones to record the scene.
The fountain of glowing points, symbolizing rewards, erupted from the Abyss, transforming the once dim chasm into a celebratory room filled with cheer and brightness.
In just a mont, the spray of light points had covered half a ter of ground, and its montum hadn't ceased, constantly expanding its reach.
"We struck gold! Even if these points were all forging stones, they would fetch a fortune!"
Dal rubbed his dizzy head as he got up, looking up to see his companions joyously waving their hands under the "fountain."
"Taking it easy isn't bad either."
He picked up a golden light point next to him, a staple after every boss fight.
"Remnants of the Four Kings of Little Londo"
"A leftover soul fragnt of the Four Kings of Little Londo, containing parts of the souls of the four rulers."
"Can be converted into a large amount of soul or forged into a powerful weapon."
Dal had his eye on the Four Kings of Little Londo's sword; regardless of its practicality, it was impressively cool.
Satisfied, Dal stashed the light point away, intending to help his companions collect items.
That's when he noticed an unlit bonfire appearing in the distance.
Wait, there are bonfires in the Abyss? Didn't see that before.
From the darkness behind the bonfire, a pair of familiar eyes erged.
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