Comprehensive Network: The Chosen One Who Started from Speed-farming and Destroying Ashes

Chapter 105 Dark Artifact? (Third update! Bonus chapter for monthly votes: 68)

The destructive power was like a giant wave sweeping across the world!
Perhaps this is a more poetic and exaggerated description for the material world.

But at this moment, facing this devastating leap and strike of the Chosen One, the ultimate killer.

Leorvis felt the most real declaration of destruction!
The shiver of death surged forth from the depths of its dark soul in an instant!
Unlike other fallen elves who encased their entire bodies and faces in dark metal.

As the undisputed ruler of this region:
Leorvis was not wearing a helmet.

It proudly displays its metallic gray and battle-marked face in this deep darkness.

Those rust-red hairs were a testament to the cruel deprivation they had taken from him.

If it were contained within the metal covering.

How can it demonstrate its due sublimity to the many lives in darkness?

And at this moment, when the destructive storm first ravaged its flesh.

A change was clearly visible on the face of the commander of this small fallen elf legion…

"Eternal Night's Protection!"

It roared!

Faced with imminent death, the surging dark power poured out without reservation!

At the end of this material time:
A deep, dark aura, darker than the deepest night, appeared on Leorvis.

That is the culmination of its bloody past and unwavering faith!

The storm of will once pierced through the veil between the material world and spiritual consciousness.

They attempted to stir up a giant wave called "Leorvis" in this mortal world!

But—the critique of material things is always swift and efficient!
"Boom!"

First came a loud sound, like a muffled drumbeat.

Then, in a daze, I heard the sound of something breaking.

It lasts only for a fleeting moment, imperceptible to the vast majority of flesh and blood.

It then transformed into those shattered and scattered dark fragments, causing a silent death among the surrounding fallen elves!

The tough rock strata of the island in the lake were forcibly squeezed open!

With a single blow, Leorvis was slammed into the ground!
This is the response of power...

The instant his feet landed firmly on the ground, facing the fallen elf commander who was now powerless to resist as he was embedded in the earth, Yi Qingfeng swung his warhammer without hesitation!
Death needs no further explanation...

Under the watchful eyes of a group of fallen elves, so horrified they seemed to be mere spectators:

Yi Qingfeng grabbed the shattered skull.

Unwilling loyalty—but the Chosen Ones of Slaughter never care…

Faced with the sudden death of their commander, the fallen elves were gripped by a mixture of fear and rage.

Loyalty is never a positive trait in the underworld.

But sometimes:
Forced loyalty is still loyalty...

They must kill the demon before them to appease the wrath of the more tyrannical city lords.

even:

If one is fortunate enough to finally behead this demon and successfully evade a series of routine operations belonging to the underworld—then that scorching future can also be foreseen…

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"puff……"

The wet sound of the last fallen elven soldier's body hitting the warhammer accompanied the sound.

Yi Qingfeng looked around at the island in the middle of the lake, which had been completely transformed into a bloody hell:
No lucky one was born...

This appears to be the longest fight he has ever fought in a single match.

Yi Qingfeng didn't know exactly how many fallen elves he had killed.

All I remember is that the Crimson Storm was triggered at least ten times...

The severed limbs and broken arms resembled a thick blanket laid on the rock strata.

Stepping on it with my combat boots, I felt a cruel softness that made me wince...

Horror?

Tragic?
happy?

At this moment, as the battle frenzy gradually subsided, Yi Qingfeng felt only a cold calm... He seemed to have gradually become accustomed to this kind of killing.

Even though the number has increased slightly, he hasn't been affected at all.

Yi Qingfeng carried the broken skull as he walked through the lakeside military camp that once belonged to the fallen elves.

Calling it a military camp might not be entirely accurate.

Perhaps it should be called—the territory of Commander Leorvis?
Although this territory is somewhat shabby...

"Boom!"

Compared to the setbacks on the ghost ship, the "Yi's Lock Picking Method" proved highly effective in the material world.

With a loud roar, the heavy door was smashed open by Yi Qingfeng!

He stepped through the heavy, historically significant gate and entered:
A vast space appeared in Yi Qingfeng's field of vision...

It is vast enough that Steelmane can launch a charge here.

That would also be enough for Leorvis to launch a war mobilization here.

The numerous tables and chairs, along with the bar counter formed by multiple enormous wine barrels at the center of the space, testify to its composition...

Barring unforeseen circumstances:

This is the beer hall that corresponds to the original theme of this instance.

That's certainly enough to serve as a small-scale dungeon...

Of course, what if we were to cram an entire army of fallen elves here?

That would be an unquestionable massacre...

The Crimson Storm will resolve everything quickly and painlessly.

From Yi Qingfeng's current perspective, without interference from other supernatural forces:
The sheer number of troops often becomes a test of the combatants' endurance...

At this moment, he had already dealt with all the soldiers of the Fallen Elf Legion.

The entire beer hall was left with only a cold, deathly silence...

Many tables still had uneaten food on them.

Judging from how the tables and chairs were pulled:

They hastily joined the battle...

This resolved some of Yi Qingfeng's doubts:
After he entered the instance, and this spacetime was defined by the network—the actions of these enemies…

However, Yi Qingfeng did not have the habit of putting himself in the enemy's field of vision.

He only glanced at the warm remnants.

Then, with sticky footsteps, they headed in the direction indicated by the treasure map...

Another door...

Yi Qingfeng looked at the gate blocking his way.

It doesn't appear to lead to the beer hall supply room:
No one would over-beautify the production area.

Above, a uniquely shaped keyhole and strange characters engraved on it seem to be trying to reveal something...

It strained to open its mouth, trying to tell the visitors about unknown secrets.

But the chosen one ignored its murmurs…

"Boom!"

After a muffled thud, it didn't smash a large hole in the door that was as tough as the dragon's body!
Several rapid breaths came from the darkness...

Yi Qingfeng walked from the dark hall into an even darker secret room.

The power of the demon was suddenly unleashed:
Yi Qingfeng saw clearly the life hiding inside.

Several fallen elves...

A fish that slipped through the net?

Soon, Yi Qingfeng noticed their weak bodies, poor-quality clothing, and feeble faces...

A weak life that's not worth mentioning...

Yi Qingfeng ignored the horrified lives and then smashed open the wall:

"Network notification: The Treasure Map - Underworld has completed all guidance. You have discovered a replica (replica) of the Dark Artifact - Dicjarette's Lamp..."

(End of this chapter)