Snow falls heavily, the cold wind sweeps through, and the distant mountains are lost in the clouds and mist.
On the other side of the mountain lies a city brimming with an ancient aura, an ancient city comprised of nurous architectural clusters.
Even though a long, monster-filled road separates people from the ancient city, they still find it strikingly similar to the city in their mories.
No, it’s exactly the sa!
It’s just missing the sunlight of dusk, the occasional bat monster flying overhead, and the giant guards seen everywhere.
This is Yanor Londo!
The Yanor Londo that adventurers witnessed in the Painting World!
Everyone present has entered the Painting World, and they know the original appearance of that Royal City. Seeing it here once again overwhelms them with surprise.
"Why did it appear here? Wait, let check." Luluwo wore an incomprehensible expression as she rummaged through her pouch and finally pulled out an Image Stone ticulously marked as "Yanor Londo."
Upon opening it, inside were the scenes she recorded in the Painting World, even from the mont when she was thrown down by the bat monster and could just begin to move.
In the Painting World, the surroundings of the Royal City are forests, and the bat monster flies adventurers over a tall wall to reach here.
Conversely, in Yilushier, there’s not even half a wall to be seen, and the scenery is entirely different from that in the Painting World!
"Strange, could the buildings have run away by themselves?"
Could it be that King Gwyn’s castle suddenly got up and ran here on its own?
The puzzled crowd could not fathom why these two scenes are connected. They finally attributed it to the unique characteristics of the Dungeon.
"Shall we explore forward? Now that our team is quite luxurious, perhaps we’ll directly encounter the boss." soone asked, confident in the Crusade Team’s impressive lineup. They weren’t sure if it could be organized again after a few days, as everyone was busy with their own tasks.
Ceder glanced at the magical tir and shook his head.
"We can explore a little further, but eting the boss is impossible; this Dungeon is about to close."
"Then let’s depart, we must seize the mont and see as much as we can!" Luluwo seed very excited, not looking at all like soone scarred by Sin Fire and tortured by Hell’s March.
"I also think it’s good to explore a bit," Fingerley proposed, "perhaps I’ll et my giant good buddy; coincidentally, I need him to repair my weapon."
His words imdiately resonated with the crowd, who chid in:
"Have you also beco friends with the giant blacksmith?"
"Of course, his free weapon upgrades are the coolest."
"Am I the only one who accidentally hit him?"
"I think you’re asking for a beating!"
The giant blacksmith’s feats spread widely among adventurers, especially those holding weapons in need of enhancent but lacking rare Forging Stones. They were eager to et him, mainly because free upgrades are tempting.
So genuinely wanted to make friends, and the giant blacksmith would typically give them a random ring as proof of friendship.
"By the way, do you guys think the Fireproof Woman might be inside too? I found her quite nice."
"The one clad in brass armor? Hey, I want to et her too; imagine if we tell her we’ve seen her in the Painting World, will she be surprised?"
"Oh, good idea. I’m interested."
"Then I’ll go check if Gwendolin Lord is also still in there!"
Ceder watched the bustling crowd and couldn’t help but laugh while stroking his chin’s stubble. Back in the day, his adventurer team was also this lively.
Just then, he noticed Elsa staring intently at the distant Yanor Londo, her expression flashing with a hint of "retreat," especially when listening to discussions about the Brass Woman, her expression beca more complex.
She had yet to reveal the Brass Woman’s armor dug from the cetery, and it seed adventurers were unaware of the Brass Woman’s death in combat with Yilushier’s forces.
Realizing this, her emotions beca even harder to contain.
At that mont, soone suddenly patted her shoulder, and when she looked up, it was Ceder.
"Alright, quit the fuss, let’s set off," Ceder gave her a reassuring look and then addressed the crowd: "We don’t know how much ti separates the Painting World and the Dungeon; anything could change. I advise against being too optimistic. If disheartened, I won’t give you the calming technique."
The adventurers burst into laughter, packed up their gear, and officially set off for Yanor Londo.
Teaming up with strong individuals makes the atmosphere quite relaxed indeed.
Yanor Londo and Yilushier are not crudely connected; there is a wide road linking them, and this road still falls within the realm of Yilushier.
"Be careful; the enemies ahead might be feigning death."
The adventurers suddenly noticed sothing, prompting them to heighten their vigilance.
The road sides were surprisingly filled with giant slaves, exactly resembling those from the Deep Church, only smaller in size.
Compared to them, it’s like the difference between an oversized giant and a regular giant. There are a dozen or so giant slaves here, each in strange postures lying or sitting by the roadside, covered in a thick layer of snow, devoid of any sign of life.
Does it an the adventurers can relax their vigilance? No, those who make it here have spent quite so ti in Sain crawling and fighting, at least familiar with the situation here. These giant slaves will only make everyone more cautious.
Fingerley showed off so skills, tossing out dozens of flying knives that dinged off the bodies of the giant slaves, their rock-hard skin bouncing them off like hitting sothing lifeless.
"It should be fine." He nodded.
"Is it?" Ceder smirked, pulling out a twig-like item from his chest, using magic power to hurl it toward a giant slave sitting cross-leg on the ground.
"Charming Branch?" The adventurer recognized the item Ceder used. It’s quite rare, only found in the Casas Underground Tomb.
The giant slave affected by the Charming Branch shook, suddenly stood up, and lunged at the nearest giant slave, the latter imdiately waking up, both engaging in a scuffle in the plaza, even rousing other giants.
Soone patted Fingerley’s shoulder, their smile seemingly asking if he felt embarrassed.
"I just wanted to give the guild master a chance to shine." Fingerley shrugged, his expression quite natural.
People seized the opportunity to attack the giant slaves. As the battle expanded, they discovered that the giants on the street were all active, none were dormant.
Luckily, they encountered them. If another adventurer team passed by here, they’d likely face a devastating ambush with a dozen giants charging in. It’s chilling to even imagine.
At this mont, a scorching sensation suddenly perated the air, an expansive magic shield appeared, enveloping everyone.
"Boom!"
A succession of head-sized fireballs crashed onto the magic shield, causing it to flicker. Ceder supported the shield, and people discovered the attack, all turning towards the direction the fireballs ca from,
"What’s going on? Is there an ambush by monsters?"
On the high platform away from the road were a group of amassed plump figures, holding aloft blazing candelabras, launching fireball after fireball.
Turns out they’re just a group of magicians, doesn’t seem like a big deal.
"Wait, don’t you find their appearance familiar?" Leon took out a telescope for a careful observation, then passed it to others.
"Aren’t these the bishops from the Deep Church? Why are they here?"
The Deep Bishop Group is quite a popular target now. The reason being, adventurers have been researching how best to injure or kill more bishops in one go. It’s beco a trend, with competitions being organized recently.
"Dispatch a group to eliminate them."
With the forces split into two paths, neither the giant slaves nor the Deep Bishops survived long. After dispatching the bishops, adventurers jumped down from the high platform to regroup.
Completely missing the staircase hidden around the corner, let alone discovering the space and bonfire beneath the stairs.
Just perfectly missed it.
The plaza where the giant slaves were located contained various light points, arranged closely around the giant slaves. Any adventurer from the human kingdom picking them up would certainly be attacked fiercely.
The edge of the street was a bottomless cliff. An adventurer noticed a corpse hanging on the railing, with a light point floating on it, eagerly went over to pick it up.
"Ah!"
A scream drew everyone’s attention. Hastily looking in the direction of the sound, they saw that the adventurer had disappeared.
"Did you... see how he vanished?"
People exchanged glances, flanked from both sides to investigate what was so special about the corpse.
It was clear upon checking.
Just outside the railing, a giant slave stood close beside the road, ready to swiftly pull down anyone approaching to pick up the light point...
"It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a straightforward design." People displayed a look of helplessness as a spell sent the giant plumting.
The street full of giants hadn’t hurt them. Instead, the unobtrusive corner danger caused a reduction in numbers, which is quite fascinating.
"Look over there, there are two people, are they residual shadows?" Luluwo shouted.
At the end of the road, upon the staircase leading to Yanor Londo, stood two individuals cloaked entirely in black robes, one wielding dual hamrs, the other ard with a spear, both carrying magic wands on their backs, presenting an aura unlike that of regular people.
Seeing them, Leon suddenly recalled the two exiles guarding the Path of Living Sacrifice. Could these be enemy residual shadows as well?
As people cautiously approached, indeed, the duo unleashed magic [Deep Soul] rcilessly, identical to the techniques used by the Deep Bishops.
"Forty minutes left before the dungeon closes, quickly resolve the battle."
People ford several squads to charge over, intending to leverage their nurical superiority to overpower the re two adversaries, but at this mont——
[Invasion by Guardian of Devouring God!!!]
Several dark spiritual bodies erged along the road!
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