Sain Dungeon, the City Lord’s room.
"If Youlesa knew how much spiritual power I was earning every day now, she’d probably be twisted with envy."
Lying quite relaxed on the altar, Gong Qiying watched the numbers of his growing spiritual power rise rapidly. Even though he no longer lacked such things, he couldn’t help but smile.
As it turns out, when people see numbers increase significantly, they feel very happy... blood pressure, blood lipids, and so on didn’t matter here.
At first, Bonds Dungeon’s City Lord, Youlesa, expressed disdain when she ntioned that the main source of spiritual power for Red’s Dungeon ca from the parasitic hosts and parasites. But now, with the number of hosts entering the dungeon increasing, the inco has beco quite substantial.
Gong Qiying didn’t plan to actively tell her this news, lest she feels unbalanced.
On that note, the survivors of Red have been even more capable than he imagined, thinking of taking advantage of the Dungeon, and engineered a way to attract parasites from other areas, which proved effective.
However, even though the roads that Fanen and his group constructed were indeed effective, the actual strength of the effect was not enough. They could attract the parasites to walk along the roads and enter the dungeon, but if humans appeared halfway, the parasites would unhesitatingly turn and attack the humans.
For Fanen and his group to guide the parasites, they had to use manpower to throw various blood products or trigger so chanisms, inevitably being discovered by the parasites, which would lead to the destruction of the carefully built roads amid fierce battles, not knowing how many people might die.
Of course, this series of bad outcos would happen if Gong Qiying did nothing.
Previously, he had been planning to release so parasitic hosts. So of these released individuals were tainted with enough Yarn blood, which would inevitably attract other parasites to themselves, getting torn apart by the bloodthirsty parasites. Those that tasted the premium goods would naturally crave more, while other parasites might attack these ones that haven’t tasted blood yet.
A rumor started to spread among the parasites about the tempting blood, reminiscent of how the Evil God spread the Beastification Disease in the Royal City.
Each transmission made the blood thinner, but the taste would imprint in the parasites’ minds.
Gong Qiying only needed to enhance the blood’s allure for the parasites slightly, then use the authority borrowed from other City Lords to expand the Dungeon’s influence range, and the parasites that rembered the blood’s taste would swarm in, completely ignoring Fanen’s group.
At this mont, humans seed like dirty roadside stalls to the parasites, with no one wanting to eat them.
Looking at it this way, it seems like the passages Fanen and his group painstakingly created weren’t very useful?
Forget it, since they’ve worked so earnestly and hard, their contributions deserve appreciation and so praise. After all, clearing these paths sped up the automated parasite slaughter assembly line.
The population of Savis City was already quite ordinary, but a group had died, a group had escaped, and the remaining walking corpses controlled by parasites wouldn’t last long on the assembly line orchestrated by Sain, it should be over in a couple of days.
Saving an entire city feels pretty good.
"Using this thod to deal with parasites that fled outside the city should also work, it just takes a bit longer, and during this ti, care must be taken not to let the disaster spread... Looks like the best thing for the King of Red to do is actually nothing. Just seal off the surroundings to prevent the spread."
"Training so people immune to the parasites to actively hunt them is also a correct choice, and then..."
Gong Qiying sotis liked to talk to himself, turning his thoughts into words helped clarify his mind.
But this ti, before he finished speaking, a signal ca from the Dungeon’s side.
"What is it?"
He opened the Crystal Ball to see an image of a massive, mutated parasite, the very one possessed by the Evil God’s Consciousness Avatar, the strongest individual that had entered the Dungeon so far.
"Ah, so it’s the big one."
With a snap of his fingers.
"Switch to plan B."
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Dungeon, once again a Dungeon!
I don’t know what’s going on this year, but whenever there’s a connection with the Dungeon, bad luck is sure to follow, and it’s caused the main body to bla !
The Evil God’s Consciousness Avatar had finally successfully possessed the body of this mutated species, but unfortunately, it had already entered the Dungeon.
The beast didn’t know how many hundreds of people it had consud to grow this large, and the composition of this massive flesh wasn’t just human but a mix of various life forms, making its appearance even more intimidating than the previous at Mountain.
The Consciousness Avatar found the body’s taste quite poor, but the strength was undeniably powerful, capable of rampaging uncapped in Red’s territory.
[How did such a large body get squeezed through the small Teleportation Gate?]
It looked around suspiciously, only to see swarms of parasites rushing in, pouncing on beastified citizens and gnawing, only to be slaughtered by Hunters dressed like external survivors.
[What is this Dungeon’s situation?]
It wondered, but didn’t find it strange that people entering the Dungeon would be attacked by Dungeon Monsters, which was quite normal.
So the Consciousness Avatar turned and started heading toward the Teleportation Gate it entered from, which was now continuously flooding with hosts. It needed to go out and eliminate those humans who seed capable of solving the parasite disaster.
After only a few steps, the Teleportation Gate suddenly flickered and disappeared with a "whoosh."
[?]
The scene was eerily familiar, leaving it dumbfounded like the past at Mountain, but even longer this ti.
In the next mont, the twisted flesh began to writhe, forcibly growing a mouth capable of speaking on its surface, speaking in a cold tone:
"Do you know the price of being my enemy?"
As expected, such a high-level existence like the Evil God is aware of the affairs of the Dungeon Lord.
Gong Qiying blinked upon hearing this voice, initially thinking it was a mutated species that had evolved enough intelligence to speak. However, after carefully sensing it, he realized the voice was sowhat familiar, and upon further consideration, he discovered:
Oh, you have the scent of an Evil God on you!
An unexpected presence has entered the dungeon.
However, he wasn’t initially fooled, thinking this might be the Evil God itself possessing a parasite to enter. Firstly, possessing a parasite would be beneath a god’s dignity, and secondly, the Evil God’s voice itself feels more hollow and ethereal, like how one would imagine a god’s voice to be.
The avatar’s imitation really did have a hint of the Evil God’s aura, but if Gong Qiying hadn’t heard the real voice, he might have believed it.
Clearly, there’s an Evil God’s aura around it, yet it’s not the God itself. So, what exactly is it?
Favored? Deputy? Angel Envoy?
Gong Qiying suddenly realized that he didn’t know the "official title" for such a being.
However, since this guy is soone from the Evil God’s side, the matter has no peaceful resolution.
The first thing to think about is how to capture it. If he could extract so intelligence about the Evil God, that would be even better.
Gong Qiying bore an unusually serious expression, unsure of how this entity related to the Evil God appeared on a parasite, so he needed to make ample preparations from various angles.
Of course, starting with violence without any form of greeting seed uncivilized, almost barbaric.
On the other hand, the Evil God’s consciousness avatar awaited a response from the City Lord here.
It was aware of the City Lord’s presence, but in truth, the information it possessed might slightly differ from what Gong Qiying imagined.
The original form had ntioned that most of these city lords wouldn’t dare oppose it, so...
A beastified citizen briefly showed signs of intelligence, speaking in a voice the avatar could also hear:
"You should surrender."
[?]
The consciousness avatar was taken aback. Surrender, ?
Following this, the body of the mutant parasite it inhabited began to tremble violently, a reflection of its emotional change.
Alright, first, a human kingdom’s king dared to provoke occasionally, and now an unknown dungeon dares to challenge as well. Have I been dormant for so long that everyone has forgotten to fear ?
Moreover, does the City Lord here actually dare not et face to face!
Today, let’s start the reckoning with this dungeon!
It manifested a strong desire to attack, the power from the Star Sky persistently transforming this already formidable body.
"You oppose the God!"
[You are opposing Sain]
This ti, magical words floated directly in front of it.
Oppose ans oppose——
Wait, what is the na of this dungeon?
The frenzied aura of the consciousness avatar suddenly paused, as if doused with a bucket of cold water in winter.
Sain?
Before it could react to why this familiar na appeared here, the scene before it changed suddenly.
The Hunting Ground prepared for regular parasites rapidly vanished, and a new scene surged with the storm, forming rapidly from nothing, piece by piece.
And finally, it abruptly realized it was trapped within an enclosure with no exits, an indescribable atmosphere pervading all around, the air seeming to exude a scent of frenzy.
It turned sharply, observing sothing truly bizarre.
[Mansis Brain]
It was a... giant brain covered with eyes, suspended by chains!
It was still alive, the eyes shifting up and down, flesh pulsing rhythmically—chaotic, disordered, yet unlike the vile filth of undead creatures, exuding an aura of elevated authority instead.
This was part of an entity’s flesh, without thought or consciousness, but still retaining certain characteristics.
For instance, creatures seen by it would fall into...
The Mansis Brain suddenly emitted a yellow glow, enveloping the consciousness avatar, causing the blood within its body to seethe, almost as if it would burst out the next second. As an extension of the Evil God’s will, its ntal resistance undoubtedly exceeded that of other beings, yet under the gaze of this giant eyeballed brain, it felt as though sothing within it was subtly changing.
Those parasites fortunate enough to transfer to this new scene with it, bathing in the brain’s gaze, inevitably fell into a state.
Frenzy!
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