Chapter 211 Under the mask, the elf cries blood!
The deep tunnel violently trembled, like the spasms of a dying behemoth.
Cracks, accompanied by the roars of monsters, spread wildly like a spiderweb across the walls and ceiling.
Bete disdained the charging Giant Ox in front of him, glancing sideways at the dust-filled depths of the passage, grinding his teeth fiercely.
"Hurry up, old man, I can already smell those monsters!"
Gareth furiously pursued the heavily injured limbs of the enemy, sacrificing his main battle-axe to forcefully smash off the monster's right hind hoof!
This sudden drastic change caused the expressionless Fairy to lower her eyes again, her throat subtly moving.
The Giant Ox swung its long tail, the wind whistling, and as it forced back Bete and Gareth, the Fairy raised her hands high, unfolding a massive magic circle before her!
"Fire, come… I, in the name of the proxy…"
"We've already experienced this trick!"
Finn dashed forward, charging directly at the magic circle that had spewed flames on the 59th Floor!
He suddenly crouched down, and his silver spear savagely twisted and churned beneath the enemy's belly, dragging out a large amount of dark green liquid!
The Giant Ox was heavily wounded again, wailing as it crashed to its knees, and the Fairy's super-long incantation was forcibly interrupted, letting out a cry of despair!
The enemy's surprise attack and strength were indeed extremely threatening; even Gareth, who specialized in durability, found it difficult to confront head-on.
But, that was all!
Compared to the Death Lord Flower that indiscriminately bombarded on the 59th Floor, this close-combat specialized Heavenly Ox had ridiculously simple attack patterns!
In front of the Loki Familia, whose members had all undergone the baptism of ascension, it was nothing!
Meanwhile, at another battlefield at the end of the tunnel—
The orichalcum door groaned under an unimaginable force, and a wicked gust of wind blew away the tattered cloak, exposing the thoroughly modified body.
The colorful magic stone could not contain the overflowing divine power; root-like organs spread from her chest, and hideous vein patterns ravaged the girl's once fair and flawless skin.
Arthur casually crushed the broken mask in his palm, his gaze piercing directly into those contaminated crimson eyes.
"What should I call you now, Miss Filvis?"
The wind suddenly died down, and the light particles and dust dispersed, revealing the White Elf completely consumed by despair.
The crimson in the girl's eyes rapidly faded, turning into a dead, dark green, declaring with a will not her own.
"Execute you, in accordance with divine will!"
What came from the Elf's mouth was a lifeless, cold divine oracle, completely different from the Filvis Arthur had seen in the past.
The moment he realized the opponent had completely fallen, killing intent arose in his heart; wisps of Thousand Winds were summoned back, coiling around durandal.
"Since you've lost yourself, then rest in peace."
Filvis, dragging her floor-length black hair, swayed slowly, as if silently denying.
Her fists clenched, creaking, erupting with terrifying brute force utterly disproportionate to her delicate physique!
Clang!
The indestructible holy sword and the flesh-and-blood body collided fiercely, producing a massive clang of metal!
The shockwave tore through the ground, creating countless deep cracks, and alloy fragments splattered everywhere!
"Ga-ya-ya-ya!"
Black shadows surged forward like a tide; these were high-speed spider-type new monster species.
Arthur and Filvis were both unfazed; the wind slashes that tore through the alloy intersected with the dark tide, and the monster horde instantly turned to dust!
Piercing sonic booms swept across the entire area, and the two, riding the wind and waves, clashed again in a flash of lightning.
Arthur spun and settled in front of the orichalcum gate, while Filvis raised her hands, miraculously creating two jade-white barriers in the tunnel, sealing off all escape routes.
The next instant, violent dark lightning filled the entire tunnel, surging towards the unavoidable Arthur!
Arthur immediately reversed his grip on durandal, plunging the sword tip into the ground!
The sudden fierce steel wind transformed into countless fine blades, pulverizing the dark lightning inch by inch, revealing the alloy ground below, scoured by a thousand winds.
The flash of the cursed lightning exploding in the air finally allowed him to grasp that fleeting sense of incongruity.
"Elf bloodline, monster physique, divine power modification, unknown erosion… It's a miracle you've lived this long."
Filvis's face was dead silent, but pulsating dark lightning coiled around her body; she raised both hands high, as if embracing destruction.
"I don't care anymore!"
Lightning broke through the sky-high steel sand, and she tore through space with astonishing speed, her fists directly aiming for Arthur's face!
However, before the dark lightning could reach its target, it was crushed by a suddenly surging azure brilliance!
Arthur extinguished the residual lightning on Filvis's left fist with his bare hand, and a whip kick, accompanied by a sound like tearing cloth, fiercely struck her undefended chest and abdomen!
Boom!
He lightly tapped the void with his hand, and azure magic bullets shot out in dense, continuous bursts, the ceaseless explosions completely engulfing the deep tunnel!
In the dazzling flames, only Filvis's uncontrollable cries of pain remained.
It was then that the Heavenly Ox's final lament came from the other end of the tunnel, followed by the werewolf's triumphant roar.
"We've dealt with that beast! Water Spiders are swarming from all directions! Hurry up and finish off the enemy to regroup!"
Arthur stopped releasing magic bullets upon hearing the sound, his eyebrows raised.
He took one last deep look at Filvis, who was struggling, regenerating, yet still tenacious in the flames, and his voice was cold.
"Filvis and Dionysus on the surface should have already hidden, right?"
The scarred girl raised her head, her expressionless pretty face like a completely dried-up wasteland.
But silence, sometimes, is a more precise answer than words.
Her 'mask' of no sorrow or joy had already explained everything.
Arthur no longer paid attention to the decaying shell in front of him, turning and speeding towards the far end of the tunnel.
…
As the sun gradually set over the city walls, the decaying atmosphere of the slum, surprisingly, saw a few wisps of cooking smoke rise.
Loki gazed at the residents lighting fires to cook, subtly glancing at Riveria, who was feigning sleep with closed eyes, and clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"If we drag this out any longer, we'll be exposed. Whichever side it is, hurry up and bring us some good news!"
Tiona and others, equally worried about the infiltration plan, frowned.
They were counting the Familia members who were pretending to have finished the competition, while anxiously awaiting the return of Arthur and the others.
Just then, their gaze was drawn to a large group of demi-humans surging from the direction of the plaza.
A wrinkled old woman tidied her messy long hair, opened her arms, and even held a half-eaten meat bone and a wine bottle.
"Mortals! Abandon those defiled possessions!"
"Only the poverty that eliminates the excess fat from body and mind can make your souls shine brighter!"
Facing such absurd sophistry, those demi-humans actually erupted in a resounding chorus of approval, gratefully offering their money.
Tiona and the others watched, dumbfounded, as the group of fanatics gradually approached the fountain.
Only Riveria, who had been consistently drawing the Daedalus Street map, suddenly opened her emerald eyes, looking towards Arthur and the others who were rushing over, covered in dust.
"Loki!"
Loki, who was relieved that someone was causing a disturbance to buy time, finally showed a smile of relief after hearing Finn's call.
"The unlimited hide-and-seek is over. What did you find?"
The exhausted Little People lowered their voices: "Let's talk when we get back. We need to sort out our thoughts quickly."
Loki quickly turned around, raising her hand to signal the Familia members to prepare for the return journey, but the corner of her eye caught Arthur staring at the center of the group of fanatics with a peculiar expression.
Her eyes darted, and she leaned in, asking in a low voice.
"What's going on? Is the Poverty God, Pania, also involved in this?"
Arthur scrutinized the unkempt Poverty God in the ragged cloak, raised a hand to cover his nose, and spoke with a complex tone.
"Hmm, I probably know why you were completely played by Dionysus before."
"Huh?"