Chapter: 478

One thing had changed in these unchanging cursed lands: there was a new enemy – the undead.

The undead in this dungeon didn’t discriminate, ruthlessly hunting both the soldiers and dihexapedes alike. It was like they were slowly carving out their own territory which would become a no-go zone.

What was odd was that it made no sense why the undead hunted them – they barely had any bones or flesh left; meanwhile the stone soldiers had none, nothing the undead could want – yet they were all culled.

It was like they were purely driven by hate. Intense, cold, uncaring hatred.

The four skeletons were slaying them with brutal efficiency – it seemed like they were even made for this, perhaps some higher intelligence had even trained them.

First, the carapace of black stone would be shattered by their iron-bone hammers. Despite there being four skeletons they would always hammer at the exact same spot, like they were being guided.

If the dihexapedes could still think properly, they would have a single thought when fighting them: ‘where did the undead get fucking hammers and armour from anyway?’

After a big enough hole was made in the carapace, the skeletons would give up the hammers and use their claw-covered hands, plunging them deep inside their weak black flesh to shred, destroy and extract whatever they could.

Somehow, the skeletons knew exactly where to grab, every time they would coincidentally find one of its black hearts.

As they ripped, tore and sliced one of their black hearts with ease, the dihexapede would take massive damage; the claws on the ends of their skeletal hands were as sharp as their killing instinct.

It was like they knew their anatomy. Just how many dihexapedes had fallen victim to these skeletons?

As the creature would fall to the ground, three of the skeletons would scramble to higher ground on the ruins – looking for their next target.

Without so much as a breath, the soul stones were extracted by a single skeleton and the hunt would begin again.

Every vessel of consciousness was a target in this dungeon, and soon those vessels would be broken. There was no such thing as rest to the undead.


The elementals now had one motive, one drive left in them – revenge.

They didn’t care too much about their physical bodies, they could just get another – but the treants slain would never rise again, they were bound to the wood.

The nest spore was also something that took a lot of time and a lot of cooperation to construct.

The elementals weren’t foolish beings, but when they inhabited their wooden bodies, they became limited.

It was not like they were half-wood and half-elemental; in their wooden bodies, they were still 100% elemental, and at the same time, they were 100% wood – they simply didn’t have all the capabilities they would normally have while in their spirit forms, such as higher intelligence.

Still, their emotions would respond the same, and right now they felt rage.

Without warning, the elementals went for the closest targets they could find.

The wave of elementals crashed against the small group of young adventurers, tossing aside any self-preservation as they smashed against them.

“GRAAA!” Dan the axeman welcomed the wave of enemies with a roar..

“Uh, let’s switch out again” the glaive guy said, ruining the glorious atmosphere by hiding behind the mace-shield guy.