The next mont, countless red lights flickered in the jungle—not red lights, but crimson flas burning on the arrows!
With the sound of "clack clack," a barrage of arrows just as intense as the Shooting Street in Ring Seal City rained down upon them.
Fortunately, even blinded, the Shield Guard never forgot to raise his shield. The enchanted shield automatically expanded into a larger Magic Power Barrier, blocking the arrows. Each arrow was imnsely powerful, capable of piercing through armor with ease. Without the magician continuously empowering the shield, the Magic Power Barrier might have shattered by now.
They launched an attack in the direction from which the arrows ca. Such a dense arrow rain indicated more than one enemy, so the magician chose the spell [Lightning Chain] for a chained attack, and the ranger switched to explosive arrows.
Thunder and lightning burst in the darkness, and the souls of people slightly increased in number. But before they could check if there were any remnants of enemies, a few wild barks rushed towards them—it was several black hounds exuding an unusual sll!
"Just a few hounds!"
To conserve magic power, the Shield Guard temporarily retracted the barrier and used a long spear to pierce through a black hound. The latter instantly lost its life, but its body suddenly erupted with black liquid, splattering onto the shield and everyone.
The black liquid sprayed by these hounds was enough to dye the entire area, with a pungent odor perating the air.
"This sll is..." The bearded man’s complexion changed, shouting, "It’s oil! Quickly, use fire prevention—"
Before he could finish his words, dense firelights flared up ahead again, no smaller in scale than before!
Oh no, there’s no ti!
Adding insult to injury, a ranger rolled into the bushes to avoid the black oil, crashing into the barrels scattered everywhere, which were all filled with...
"Gunpowder!"
"Boom——"
The intense firelight illuminated the dark path, even causing small mushroom clouds to slowly rise. Under the firelight, on the mounds on both sides of the road were about thirty wandering soul soldiers carrying crossbows nad [Abolis], cloaked in black tattered cloth. This number was what was left after the Lightning Chain and explosive crossbow arrows took out the rest.
[Abolis]
[The largest and most powerful crossbow. Uses tal as the string and requires significant strength to use]
[Combat Skill: Strike]
In the Dark Souls III ga, this path only had a few wandering soul soldiers with hounds. Sain, however, expanded their numbers several tis and filled the hounds with oil, stacking explosive barrels filled with gunpowder like you’d find in video gas.
With such intense burning and explosion, surely no one could survive?
"Help——Hey, I’m still alive?"
The Shield Guard was crouching down with his hands over his head, calling for help, and when he looked up, he was t with Fingerley’s smiling face.
He raised his right arm, the raging flas converging towards his palm, as if an invisible black hole was engulfing the fire, saving everyone from being burned.
What about the explosion?
Clusters of tal plates floated in the air, forming an indestructible barrier that protected everyone from the explosion. It was Matilda who acted, and upon closer inspection, her armor seed to have shrunk a bit?
A magician was so frightened that he fainted, but the straw man Aleya stretched out so straw to pierce several parts of his body, waking the latter instantly.
"Lord Fingerley..." The bearded man looked ashad, having almost ssed up as soon as they arrived.
"Just call sir, no need for ’lord’ or anything."
Fingerley quickly clenched his fist, extinguishing the flas completely. He drew his dual blades from his waist, standing firmly on the spot. As the fire rain launched once more, he slashed infinitely while standing still, not allowing a single arrow to pass through.
"Return to sender."
Fingerley paused, then continued his flurry, sending a mass of fiery blade qi in all directions, quickly engulfing the wandering soul soldiers.
The bearded man was about to cheer when he suddenly saw a few strands of blade qi flying towards him!
"Ah?"
There was no ti to dodge, but fortunately, Matilda extended her sturdy arm to absorb the blade qi, then kicked over the wildly swinging Fingerley.
A cool, intelligent voice ca from under the armor, sowhat muffled due to the thick mask, "Don’t get too carried away since there are other people here."
"I just can’t stop."
Fingerley shrugged helplessly, walking over to help up the bearded man, saying, "Sorry about that, you’re not hurt, are you?"
"No, no," the bearded man felt a bit scared, wondering why a Gold Level adventurer was apologizing to him?
"Let’s move on. You’ve shown a lot of issues this ti; we’ll discuss them slowly on the way."
With the crisis resolved, the team continued forward, while Aleya tapped green light (calming technique) onto the heads of the frightened adventurers one by one. Everyone was indescribably excited, Matilda’s armor returned to its forr robust size, and Fingerley seriously and thoroughly discussed the previous mistakes made by the bearded man and his group.
The bearded man was moved to detect the other party’s genuine concern for his improvent. In a lifeti, how often does one et people who sincerely hope you beco better?
A sudden question arose in his mind.
According to rumors, all three adventurers of the Hasavi Team once belonged to different teams and were all kicked out. Yes, Fingerley, Matilda, and Aleya were all abandoned by other teams.
Looking at them now, each of them is a unique talent. What kind of team would abandon such gems?
Could it be that they have so unacceptable flaws?
The outer path was short, and after passing through, they saw the Deep Church.
The group gazed for a while. The Deep Church did not give them a sense of grandeur; it only felt densely packed with malice, sending chills down their spines.
"This doesn’t look like the main entrance." Matilda stepped forward and pushed the door open. Inside was a small church that could accommodate dozens of people at most, looking quite ordinary.
But to their delight, a bonfire stood quietly in the middle of the church. After lighting it, they were even more thrilled to find they could teleport back to the Fire Transmission Ceremony from here. They also learned the na of this small church—the Purification Church.
Where should they go next?
There were doors on both the left and right, which seed to lead to the interior of the church.
Matilda pushed the door on the left.
[Cannot be opened from this side]
"**"
Concise and to the point.
Then pushed the door on the right.
[The door does not move]
Don’t these two sentences an the sa thing!!!
With their strength, they could easily break through the door. However, if they choose to destroy a door marked with [Cannot be opened from this side], then all the rewards behind it would disappear. The Sain Dungeon always manages to introduce so frustrating chanics.
"Here, I found the way."
Aleya stood outside the door, beckoning them. It turned out she had found an upward path that seed to be the only feasible route.
The group walked uphill, eliminating a few wandering souls along the way. Soon, a scene filled with horror elents appeared before them—a graveyard.
"Perfect, those animated corpses look weak. Go practice with the suggestions I gave earlier," Fingerley patted the bearded man.
"Right!"
The bearded man nodded vigorously, swearing he’d perform better this ti and never let Fingerley down again!
Animated corpses wandered the graveyard, but unlike the usual Sain animated corpses, these were all pale in color.
Pale indicated malnutrition, so these animated corpses must be weaklings. Look, there are many of them, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Stacking numbers equals cannon fodder, a perfect formula.
"Go on, take down these cannon fodder."
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