You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

He raised his hand, revealing a pitch-black cube.

"Let him feel like he's won, and then we'll hollow him out."

Ron led Viser and Belin into the main control hall of the Abyss Maw.

The walls here are made of a mixture of black bone and metal, with intricate energy patterns inlaid on the surface.

Ron walked to the central control panel and connected to the Black Language Cave.

The garrison lists of the Bone Serpent, Skull, and Thunderwing squads were projected in turn.

Ron quickly issued orders: "The first batch of troops shall complete the reconstruction of the core area's defense perimeter within three days. The second batch shall begin taking over the outer teleportation points, and any unauthorized teleportation shall be cut off."

Belin typed a command on the other side of the console, freezing the original trade routes and trading interfaces of the Abyss Throat.

Viser was responsible for coordinating the monster patrol routes and sealing off all potential infiltration routes.

When the last defensive array was activated, the entire Abyss Throat was completely brought under the control of the Black Whisper Cave.

Ron stood on the high platform, looking out at the Rift Valley, which had been adorned with the Black Language flag.

"From today onwards, this is Black Language's territory."

What he didn't see was that at the deepest part of the main control hall, an inconspicuous black crystal box was quietly affixed to the energy guide pattern on the wall, as if waiting for some signal.

Outside the throat of the abyss, the battlefield has been cleared, and the banner of Black Language flutters in the wind high in the rift.

Ron stood on the high platform, making a final check on the energy flow of the defensive circle, and found nothing unusual.

But deep inside the main control hall, the inconspicuous black crystal box suddenly lit up.

It's like a heart awakening, beating slowly and steadily, releasing extremely faint ripples outward.

These ripples spread along the energy channels on the walls, quickly seeping into the entire structure of the replica.

On the other side of the capital, Bakus sat in a dark, enclosed room, his hands resting on the projection of the control array.

The water mirror in front of him reflected the scene inside the throat of the abyss, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"Ron, you think you've won, but you've actually moved my heart into your chest."

He chanted a spell in a low voice, and lines of black symbols appeared on the edge of the water mirror.

[Sandbox Core Permissions - Ember Protocol] Activated.

Inside the Abyss Throat, bone serpents patrol, skeleton warriors repair the outer ring, and the Thunderwing squad monitors the surrounding teleportation points from above.

Everything looked perfectly organized.

Until the first explosion.

That was the sudden breakage of the base of the third energy tower in the inner ring. The mixed structure of bone and metal was torn apart from the inside, and the energy rushed out in all directions like a flood.

Less than three seconds later, the second energy tower also exploded.

Viser rushed into the main control room, his face grim: "Someone is detonating internal nodes. This isn't an external attack; it's tampering with the structure itself."

Ron's gaze fell on the bright spot of the energy guide, which was the center of the converging ripples—the wall deep inside the main control hall.

He strode over and smashed open the outer bone panel with his fist, revealing the black crystal box embedded inside.

The surface of the crystal case is cracking rapidly, and inside it seems like a burning flame is devouring the guide pattern at an alarming speed.

Belin said urgently, "This is a self-destruct fuse. Pulling it out will trigger a global explosion."

Ron stared at it, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "If we don't remove it, the entire dungeon will be burned to ashes."

He turned his head: "Viser, prepare to seal off the entire core room. Belin, you come with me to dismantle it."

Outside, the Black Language garrison was in chaos.

The out-of-control energy channels caused the surface to collapse continuously, affecting the three teleportation points and forming an energy vortex that devoured everything.

Bacchus sneered in front of the water mirror: "Let me show you what it feels like to collapse from the inside."

The temperature in the main control hall was rising rapidly, and streaks of red light seeped from the bone and metal seams on the walls, as if the entire instance had been set on fire.

The black crystal box was embedded in the core node of the guide pattern, and flame-like energy threads kept surging out from the crack, as if it wanted to burn the entire energy network to ashes.

Ron ripped off his tactical belt and slammed the buckle into the edge of the crystal case, suppressing its vibration.

"Belin, freeze the interface for me, buy me ten seconds."

Belin raised her hand and released a chilling aura. Frost spread along the cracks in the crystal box, instantly sealing the outer shell.

The ice layer lasted for less than three seconds before the black flames inside shattered it with a sharp cracking sound.

“It’s self-destructing,” Belin’s voice was deep. “This isn’t just a simple magical explosion; it’s the self-destruction of the miniature garden’s structure.”

Ron gritted his teeth: "Then we'll take its heart out."

He drew a bone dagger from his waist and inserted it directly into the gap between the guide pattern and the crystal box. When the tip of the dagger touched the inside, the crystal box shuddered violently and a strong suction force surged out.

A system notification rang in his ear.

[External rule link detected]

[The Core Ember Protocol of the Small Garden attempts to seize control of the instance]

“It wants to take over us,” Ron growled.

Outside, Viser was leading the skeleton warriors to seal off the collapsed area, but the base of the Abyss's Throat seemed to have been emptied, and the entire inner ring was sinking.

Several teleportation points were completely rendered unusable, forcing the garrison to temporarily withdraw to the outer ring.

"Hurry up, if we hold out for another half minute, we won't be able to hold out." Viser's voice was anxious in the channel.

Belin stared at the cracks in the crystal box, then suddenly reached out and pressed her hand on Ron's hand: "Give me three seconds. I'll use Ice Seal to directly attack its core. If it doesn't break, we'll just blow it up together."

Ron glanced at her, a ruthless glint in his eyes, released the dagger, and immediately activated his energy shield, enveloping the two of them and the crystal box.

Belin took a deep breath and released cold air from both hands at the same time, and frost poured into the cracks of the crystal box like a flood.

At that moment, the temperature in the entire control room plummeted, and the red light on the walls instantly dimmed.

Bang.

The outer shell of the black crystal box suddenly shattered, and the internal flames, enveloped in frost, were compressed to their limit, finally turning into a fine stream of energy that disappeared into the air.

System prompt pops up

The Core Ember Protocol of the Small Garden has been terminated.

[The dungeon's energy channels have returned to normal]

The external collapse is also stabilizing rapidly, and the cracked edges of the ground are being sealed up as if stitched together.

Viser looked at the energy tower, which had returned to normal, and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's done."

Ron stood up from the ground, picked up the shard of the crystal box that had lost its luster, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "Bacchus, you snake really bites until the very last bite before letting go."

Belin asked in a low voice, "And then?"

Ron said coldly, "Next, it's our turn to enter his house."

The main control hall of the Abyss's Maw still reeked of a scorching heat. Although the energy guides had stabilized, the walls and floor still bore the marks of being burned by the high temperature.

Ron stood in the center, staring at the constantly updating data on the control panel.

The power to govern the laws of the Abyss's Maw has been completely locked under the Black Whisper Cave, and no external command can intervene anymore.

This means that Bacchus has lost the possibility of making a direct move here.

Viser walked in, carrying the newly compiled battle report: "Internal losses are under control, the outer ring garrison has been completely withdrawn, three teleportation points were damaged, but they can be replaced by the original nodes of the Abyss's Maw."

Belin then handed over a map, which marked all the potential passages from the Abyss's Maw to the outside world: "This is what we discovered when we were stabilizing the defense perimeter. Three of them are closed, but the fourth one is open, leading directly to Bakus's main instance—the Dark Sea Abyss."

Ron's gaze lingered on the map for a few seconds, then he lightly tapped the passage with his finger: "That's it."

Claudia spoke up: "You want to just attack directly? Although he just suffered a loss, the Dark Sea Abyss is larger than the Abyss Throat, and it's a sea-type dungeon. The terrain will limit the performance of our monsters."

Chapter 143

Ron smiled slightly: "So we won't fight head-on."

He brought up the monster roster in the Abyss Maw on the console and quickly filtered out units adapted to the aquatic environment—Bone Shark Swarm, Mud Lurker, Tentacle Ghost...

"These monsters were originally just guarding the waters, but now they've all been incorporated into the commando team. They'll complete acclimatization training within three days. The goal is infiltration, not direct confrontation."

Viser frowned: "Then who will defend the front line?"

Ron looked at Bone Dragon One on the high platform: "It will guard it."

The bone dragon raised its head and gave a low response.

As the order was issued, Ron also internally mobilized his law authority to synchronize some of the rules of the Abyss's Throat with those of the Black Whisper Cave.

In this way, even if Bakus manipulates the Dark Abyss, his instance rules will be chained and restrained.

Claudia looked at the constantly updated permission synchronization data and couldn't help but say, "This is no longer a simple dungeon battle. You're treating his territory as an extended training ground."

Ron smiled faintly: "That's right. Since he dared to poison my instance, I'll make sure he wakes up in my palm every day."

Three days later, the undercurrents in the sea outside the Throat of the Abyss began to become more active.

Dozens of bone sharks formed a group underwater, their tentacles ghostly clinging to their sides, while mud lurks hidden in the sandy seabed.

Their direction was the underwater passage leading to the abyss of the dark sea.

Ron stood on the high platform, watching the dark shadows slithering across the sea, his voice deep and powerful: "This time, it's not defense, it's hunting."

The outer sea of ​​the Dark Abyss is like a suffocating black glass, with waves almost invisible in the night.

The wind was gentle, but the undersea currents were quietly surging.

The group of bone sharks formed an arc-shaped formation and moved slowly underwater.

Their bony shells reflected a faint, cold light in the dark water, and their ghostly tentacles clung tightly to the underside of the bony plates, like a shadow as they moved.

Those lurking in the silt move along the seabed sand, their bodies almost blending into their surroundings.

Ron's consciousness was synchronized with the leader of the assault team, Bone Shark, through the law's authority, and he could clearly perceive the changes in water pressure, ocean currents, and temperature.

Every slight anomaly could be a patrolling monster from the Dark Abyss.

When they were still two nautical miles from the entrance to the Dark Sea Abyss, the first patrol appeared.