The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 101 Deep Underground (Please Subscribe!)
Perhaps the dawn has forgotten all that has happened in the past.

But she kept every honor she received firmly in her heart.

The scene before her eyes reminded her of a small town she had liberated when she was in her early twenties.

It was a slave city located in the desert.

It consisted of a slave owner and nearly 20,000 slaves.

Slave owners imprinted a steel stamp of obedience into the soul of every newborn baby to ensure that no one would escape their control.

He commanded his slaves to build him an immortal palace in the desert.

Whenever a slave died from overwork, he would desecrate the body, turning it into a living corpse so that it could continue to serve him after death—even if there was no afterlife.

For a fleeting moment, Chenxi felt that there was a connection between Tang Qi and that slave owner...

All that's missing is a whip to hold in one's hand.

"Let me help too."

Her soul was bound, making it impossible for her to disobey Tang Qi's orders.

Witnessing the excavation of 'slaves' only intensified the torment of her sense of honor.

So she bent down and prepared to dig a hole with the kobold.

"No, I'll need your help later."

"With your osteoporosis, what if you lose an arm before you even go down into the cave?"

'Slave owner' Tang Qiyi refused righteously and firmly.
"I'm very humane; I didn't force it—"

"Kuru, you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"Kuru, I like it, dig a hole!"

The kobold dug with tears in his eyes.

"Look, it's so moved it's about to cry."

"..."

Chenxi chose to turn her back.

If we cannot stop this injustice, the best course of action is to choose to ignore it.

Tang Qi felt the fading of the soul light on the ring and sighed quietly.

He gave this order genuinely for the sake of the entire team, and had absolutely no intention of exploiting Kulu.

If the rubble was also there, he would certainly have ordered him to dig downwards without hesitation.

After all, digging a tunnel doesn't require raising his hand; he can reach it.

Kuru is indeed a master at digging tunnels, especially with the help of the [Sculpting Earth] skill.

So much so that when he was trying to figure out which piece of land was the softest, he almost used his hands, feet, and magic together.

At the same time, Tang Qi had Chen Xi find a wooden stake, nail it to the ground, and tie it with hemp rope.

Less than half an hour later, while it was still dark, they heard Kuru's echoing "Rua" from underground.

"It's connected?"

"Darkness, blindness!"

"Can't you see clearly in the dark?"

As kobolds who live in the underground world, they naturally possess [darksight].

"Blind!" Kuru still responded.

Tang Qi had no choice but to tie the hemp rope around his waist, light up the ring on his hand, and climb down the wooden stake with Chen Xi.

As he climbed the tunnel, the cool minty scent gradually became pungent, filling Tang Qi's nostrils and causing him to sneeze incessantly.

The eerie, mournful sound in my ears gradually became clearer, evolving into a rhythmic howl.

As he continued digging downwards, the soul aura emanating from the dawn silently dispelled the darkness, allowing Kuru to continue excavating.

It is worth noting that when they looked up, they could no longer see the night view at the entrance of the passageway—which should have been adorned with stars.

Tang Qi suddenly realized:

"So, it wasn't the [Light Spell] that dispelled the darkness, but rather the light that took over the place where the darkness originally was?"

This is more like... [Dark magic].

Under normal dark vision, the field of vision will become a world composed of gray and black.

Although the colors can no longer be seen, the outlines of things can be clearly distinguished.

Under the effect of the second-circle spell [Darkness], these outlines will also be magically obscured, maintaining a spherical area with a radius of approximately five meters.

They should have left this area long ago while they were digging down.

"So it's not an effect of magic?"

Although they couldn't figure out the situation, the Ring of Glory in their hands clearly stated that its effect was equivalent to the magic spell 'Light', which could dispel magical darkness, allowing them to continue their investigation.

After about five minutes, the rope tied to the wooden stake was almost at its end, and Kuru finally managed to dig out a clearing.

However, the air circulation underground was not smooth, causing a damp and stuffy chill to press firmly on Tang Qi's chest.

The aroma accumulating in his nasal cavity seemed to clog his nostrils, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.

The screams continued incessantly in his ears, but Tang Qi no longer needed to discern the source of the sound—

He quickly raised his arm and, using the glow from the ring, surveyed the cavern before him.

Compared to natural caves, what's in front of us looks far too orderly.

The cave was semi-circular, and the earthen walls and the ground around them were covered with dense, milky-white fungi, making the ground feel soft and slippery as they walked.

In a confined space, there is almost no air circulation, and there is no breeze.

Yet these mushrooms, varying in length, still seemed to sway and sway in the wind—

It's as if they inherently possess the ability to move.

Upon realizing this, the densely packed mushroom caps suddenly appeared to Tang Qi like a series of eyes, scrutinizing and observing them...

His hair stood on end. But he quickly realized it was his alertness kicking in!

"Is there someone!?"

He shouted loudly, and then leaped to the side.

As he fell to the ground, a loud bang, like a whip lashing through the air, suddenly roared behind him.

Using the glow as a guide, Tang Qi caught a glimpse of a 'whip' as thick as a python, wrapped in a transparent, viscous substance, halfway through its retraction—

"That's a fucking tongue! Don't let it get caught on you!"

The owner of the tongue was not discouraged by the failure of the sneak attack. It seemed to have no intention of changing its tactics and remained hidden in the darkness, letting its long tongue stick out towards the seemingly weakest Kuru!

"【Silver Light Sharp Words】!"

"Rua!"

Between the brief incantations, a ray of silver light, brighter than the moon, swept across the withdrawn tongue, illuminating its coating of milky white fungi.

The long tongue that was sweeping towards him visibly trembled, and even curved halfway through its strike, before swinging down beside Kuru.

A flash of silver light streaked across Kuru's startled eyes, helping it regain its senses.

Without hesitation, he took out a gem that Tang Qi had given him for casting spells—many of which were hidden in the necromancer's legacy.

A burst of azure light erupted from the wand, and frosty mist and snowflakes enveloped the azure stone, hovering at the tip of the wand, almost instantly forming an ice-blue magic orb:
"【Colorful Ball】!"

The owner of the long tongue remains trapped in an unfathomable darkness.

Kuru could only estimate its location and guide the bright, ice-blue glass ball along the trajectory of the tongue's attack into the darkness.

"Snapped!"

A loud crash of shattering glass instantly drowned out the cries in my ears.

Immediately following, there was a tremor as some enormous object staggered and then crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

Taking advantage of the lull, Tang Qi quickly took two steps forward, shining the ring's glow in the direction of the attack, allowing him to glimpse the monster's enormous form—

It looks like a giant, upright, dark green toad.

On the wrinkled skin, one bump after another, like swollen blisters, protruded.

Sticky bodily fluids were still flowing on its limbs, and a glimpse of white fungi on its skin caught the eye.

"If someone with trypophobia saw this, wouldn't they faint?"

Tang Qi cursed inwardly, feeling a bit apprehensive.

But then it was seen that the glass ball that had gathered ice crystals had now shattered into powder above its head, like scattered stars, which landed on the mushrooms beneath it and gradually solidified into an ice surface three meters in diameter.

It must have slipped and fallen on the ice.

"A free [Colorful Orb] or an enhanced version!?"

Ordinary first-level spells don't have this effect!

"Dawn—"

Before Tang Qi could finish speaking, the paladin beside him had already drawn his broken sword and moved with lightning speed.

Clearly, he didn't need to remind her to grasp the situation; the only reminder he could give was:

"Don't use [Supreme Slash]!"

The poet is poor!

Every step Chenxi took felt like crossing a hill; he covered more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

The toad had no chance to get up and could only try to flick its curled tongue towards the dawn.

"Puch-"

The broken sword accentuated the brilliance of the ring.

A straight silver light streaked across the sky, seemingly shattering reality along with it, causing the light to linger in place for a long time. Only after the broken sword sliced ​​through the toad's long tongue, easily splitting it in two, did it begin to fade.

But Chenxi didn't stop; with a swift movement, she swung her sword again, aiming for its head.

The toad scrambled around, trying to avoid it.

Yet the sharp edge still grazed its arm, slapping the black, filthy blood, the severed arm, and the mushrooms that had fallen to the ground, landing beside its neatly severed tongue.

Between the flashes of its sharp edge, seemingly devoid of pain, it finally rose and silently began to gnaw at the dawn—

"boom!"

The paladin's left fist slammed into its skull with all its might, sending its heavy and massive body crashing into the wall in front of her with a deafening roar.

The toad embedded in the mushroom was still not giving up, attempting to swing its other intact claw at the dawn, but she easily blocked it with her wrist and upper arm armor.

Its force might be described as immense, but it couldn't budge the headless horseman's steps in the slightest.

With a swift stroke, the other arm was also easily severed.

Before she could react, the broken sword flipped in her hand, she gripped it straight in her other hand, and this time she plunged it into the toad's throat.

The sword broke, and she essentially used sheer force to shove the broken blade into its wrinkled skin.

The toad's bones may be strong enough, but they couldn't stop that rusty blade.

It's as if by brute force, its entire neck was severed horizontally.

As it splashed out the black, filthy blood, it also tore off the mycelium buried in the flesh and blood.

The toad seemed to have lost all strength to resist and remained motionless.

But Chenxi knew the importance of finishing it off, so she crushed its entire skull and repeatedly used the hilt of her sword to strike its sternum, ensuring that every bone was pulverized, so that this giant toad would be completely reduced to a 'mollusk'...

Tang Qi was no longer concerned about any danger.

They were dismembered in the blink of an eye, so what danger was there?
Right now, only one thought remained in his mind:
"Gently, gently! Don't get carried away, please don't break your body!"

The poet is poor!

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