There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 267, [Epic Achievements x2]

Looking down at the tangled silver thorns that were climbing upwards, Xiao Yang became certain of one thing.

"How bizarre!"

The writhing state of the silver thorns in the wilderness is truly bizarre.

Xiao Yang sighed like this.

No problem, a dark, dull silver brick appeared in Xiao Yang's hand.

Now everything has simply returned to the original plan.

Xiao Yang had initially planned for a one-on-one fight.

Amidst the chaos, a fierce battle erupted in this magnificent room.

In the end, the one who emerged victorious was that despicable and unsportsmanlike fellow.

Of course, it's not completely over yet.

Not long after, Xiao Yang appeared in front of the silver corridor, looking unsteady.

At this moment, the silver thorn that was nailed to the ground had not yet completely broken free.

The Blood of Corruption is particularly effective against these beings bearing the mark of holiness.

Like the most vicious toxin.

Xiao Yang felt that it wouldn't be long before he would be able to obtain the title of Holy Assassin.

Holding the dull silver brick in his hand, Xiao Yang slowly approached the silver thorns in front of him.

As they drew closer, a kind smile naturally appeared on Xiao Yang's face.

"He really loves these silver thorns!"

A guy who holds a particularly deep grudge.

The battle quickly came to an end. With a counter item in hand, and facing a Silver Thorn whose movements were restricted and who was also severely injured, it was not surprising at all that he won.

Although his methods were still dishonorable, Xiao Yang added another achievement to his record against epic enemies.

There are now three epics that I defeated entirely on my own, and all three are Silver Thorns, perfectly illustrating the saying.

"Since you're so easy to bully, then we'll only bully you."

A despicable player.

………….

It stands tall outside the main hall of the Silver Church.

The killing of these two Silver Thorns brought Xiao Yang great benefits.

No better equipment appeared, and Xiao Gu was unable to find any more forging blueprints for the Silver Crossbow.

Most of what appears are materials.

It was as if all the luck had been used up in the last big hit.

However, it's not a big problem; the biggest gain should be in terms of level.

With two epic achievements and the fierce battles of this period, Xiao Yang's personal level reached level twenty-nine in no time.

I'm just one step away from achieving Epic status and the third tier advancement.

He clearly came here to get the Holy Sword in order to level up, but he didn't expect that he would have already leveled up to almost the required level without even getting the Holy Sword.

However, the hardships and difficulties involved are hard to describe.

All I can say is that Xiao Yang's eyes are now completely bloodshot, and not just any ordinary bloodshot, but bloodshot so red it's almost black.

Are you ready for the third breakthrough?

It seems like we haven't prepared anything, which is indeed a big problem.

Suddenly, a message popped up in the Gods game, from a name that was a bit unsettling.

[Adorable dwarf girl!: Uncle Xiao Yang! There was a slight problem with the forging competition this time, but it's nothing serious. I got first place! I've sent you the faint spark you requested!]

At the same time as the message popped up, an email notification also appeared.

The email contained the mythical treasure that Xiao Yang had been longing for.

Instead of accepting the offer immediately, Xiao Yang, out of courtesy as an elder, first chatted politely with his niece for a few minutes.

[The Howling Emperor: There shouldn't be any major problems, right?]

[Adorable dwarf girl! : No, no!]

The message popped up along with a photo of someone holding a trophy and making a peace sign.

[Adorable dwarf girl: By the way, Uncle Xiao Yang, what are you doing right now? Send me a picture to share!]

This statement immediately stumped Xiao Yang, who had entered into polite elder mode.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems he has never used the photo function in the Gods game.

Why don't you give it a try?
Summoning the gods to play the game, entering photo mode, Xiao Yang struck a classic pose.

Then this scene appeared before Xiao Yang.

The scene features a sharp, menacing armor stained with crimson blood, hideous, bloodshot eyes, and a magnificent silver church in the background, though the church is piled high with twisted monster carcasses.

In an instant, he appeared as a terrifying and evil demon king.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Xiao Yang fell silent.

"Perhaps it's because my face wasn't shown, but I'm still quite upright!"

Yes, that's it, Xiao Yang told himself.

It appears that, in photo mode, Xiao Yang pulled back the mask of the Dragon Hunter suit.

Suddenly, an image of an evil demon king appeared, with an extremely cold expression and maddening crimson eyes.

Silence once again.

"Perhaps it's because I didn't smile. Yes! That's it! Smiling is still very important!"

Try to smile.

A perverted and insane evil demon king has appeared.

Xiao Yang abandoned his plan to use the camera function.

In silence, a reply was given.

[The Screaming Emperor: This place might not be very suitable for taking photos, um... the environment is a bit too scary.] He silently gave this reply, but chose to accept the faint spark.

Now, Xiao Yang is finally somewhat prepared for the advancement trial!

………….

Hell's Furnace, a sixty-year-old dwarf girl collapsed onto a soft bed.

Hugging a large dragon-shaped pillow, she nervously and quickly replied in the god game.

[Powerful Elf Archer: Aiwen, is your reinforcement really reliable? We're going to challenge a level 40 lord-level dragon's lair.]

[The Grand Mage Who Loves to Daydream: Yeah, yeah, Wenwen, is your outside help really reliable? We only have one chance to challenge!]

The sixty-year-old dwarf girl hesitated slightly upon hearing these pop-up words.

In my memory, there appeared a thin, tall man with excessively pale skin.

I struggled for a while.

Finally gritted his teeth.

[Adorable dwarf girl: Don't worry! Absolutely reliable! This is a super-thick thigh I found!]

They made this guarantee with very little confidence.

………….

With a slow, gentle push, the main door of the Silver Church remained unlocked.

It was exceptionally heavy.

However, the problem is not serious and is still manageable for Xiao Yang.

With a dull thud, the door was slowly pushed open a crack.

For some reason, the main hall, which should be a sacred place dedicated to the Silver Tree, was completely dark.

It was pitch black.

Xiao Yang was no longer so afraid of the dark.

A sense of unease crept into Xiao Yang's mind.

He sensed that some unexpected changes might be about to occur.

He paused briefly at the doorway before stepping into the darkness before him.

In the pitch black, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Yang used the faint spark of hope on the lantern of hope.

Even using a mythical treasure to enhance an epic-level piece of equipment seems like a huge waste.

The faint spark, once thrown into the lantern of hope, suddenly burst into a burst of intense light, like a sun that has been revived.

Hope was relit, and the remaining energy of the faint sparks also purified the entire lantern.

The rekindled flames brought a ray of light into the darkness.

The Silver Church features a towering dome, colorful stained-glass windows, a relief of a giant silver tree, and a silver floor that shines like a mirror.

My gaze slowly swept across the Silver Church from left to right.

Xiao Yang's ominous feeling was confirmed.

In the center of the main hall, on a stacked altar, neat and symmetrical thorny branches grow from the silver ground.

Xiao Yang felt that a sacred and powerful holy sword should be placed here.

That was Xiao Yang's goal in coming here.

But right now, there isn't such a sword there.

Of course, Xiao Yang had also conceived another idea: that the holy sword would not be so easy to obtain, and that upon entering the hall, an extremely exaggerated BOSS would slowly emerge.

This concern arose at the summit after two Silver Cult Guardians, parasitized by Silver Thorns, crouched at the entrance.

The gatekeepers were all epic-level, and Xiao Yang was genuinely afraid that a BOSS of an extremely exaggerated and over-the-top scale would emerge from this hall.

"Perhaps a legend will emerge."

Such a situation is inevitably worrying.

But now, both of these expectations and speculations have fallen through.

No, it can't be said that it was a complete failure.

On the symmetrical, interwoven thorns growing from the silver floor in the center of the hall, there was no holy sword, but there was one more person.

A man dressed in a magnificent silver robe and wearing a huge crown is now placed like a sword on the symmetrical silver thorns.

Thorns pierced through flesh and blood, holding it firmly in place.

This is not the end.

The holy sword that Xiao Yang had been longing for was not placed on this thorny sword platform, but instead was plunged straight into the chest of the man who was being used as a sword.

This is truly a rather bizarre scene.

The holy sword that Xiao Yang had been longing for was right in front of him, but he didn't dare to pull it out for the moment.

Even a casual observer could sense that something was amiss in this scene.

We got a little too close.

As Xiao Yang got closer to the man in the magnificent robe, he was unsure of his identity.

His knowledge of mysticism and religion is not very good; otherwise, his identity should have been easily identified simply by the patterns on his magnificent robe.

Despite being strung up on thorns like this, the man did not show any sign of pain on his face.

This is indeed a dead person.

But he was a dead man with a radiant smile on his face.

What's even stranger is that, for some reason, Xiao Yang felt that the radiant smile was genuine. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but for some reason, he felt that the smile was heartfelt.

This feeling is really strange.

Can a person with sharp thorns on his head and a long sword stuck in his chest actually smile genuinely?

"Um……?"

(End of this chapter)