In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

Chapter 557 Riveria's Dependence on Roy

The underground city, seventy-seventh floor.

The two hadn't set off yet. Roy handed over the elven holy sword: "You take this sword."

Rivera blankly accepted the elven holy sword, casting a questioning glance at Roy. Losing this weapon would definitely affect his strength.

"We have no intelligence on the unknown, and nobody knows what will happen. In a crisis, it will probably protect you," Roy explained.

Despite Roy's formidable strength, having fought his way through several floors, there's no guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen; the unknown is the most terrifying thing.

Riveria couldn't withstand any unexpected events!

The elven holy sword is sentient.

When faced with filthy immortals, the elven holy sword would feel a slight anger, a fact that Roy became even more certain of after it advanced to quasi-god level.

Compared to him, a pseudo-royal, the elven holy sword was far more powerful in Riveria's hands.

Regardless of whether Riveria's favor was sealed, Roy believed that the Elven Holy Sword would definitely protect Riveria, a true member of the Elven royal family.

"I see!"

Rivera gripped the sword hilt, a warmth spreading through her heart. Roy was willing to sacrifice his own strength to protect her. In truth, Roy didn't need to explain anything; she would certainly follow orders within the dungeon.

The fact that the other party did such a good job in such small details moved Riveria even more.

Riveria's lower lip was gently bitten by her pearly teeth. She raised her eyelashes, and her emerald eyes seemed to be moistened by spring water, rippling with a captivating, watery light.

Under Rivera's tender gaze, Roy's heart suddenly raced.

"Come on up."

Roy could only ignore the other's gaze, put the staff "Great Elf" into his spatial ring, and squatted down with his back to Riveria.

Rivera watched Roy's retreating figure, her emerald eyes sparkling, a vibrant blush creeping onto her pale, delicate cheeks. Of course, as an ordinary person, she couldn't possibly walk across several floors.

The reality did not allow her to be reserved.

Rivera leaned forward, her exquisite body pressed against Roy's back, her hands gently encircling his neck and intertwining in front of him.

Roy felt the wonderful touch on his back. Although it couldn't compare to the voluptuous Amazonian girls, it was softer. Each had its own merits. Riveria's next words left him speechless.

Rivera asked nervously, "Am I too heavy?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Rivera felt a burning heat spread from her ears, quickly sweeping across her cheeks. Her beautiful face was instantly flushed with a sunset-like blush, and even her small earlobes were not spared, turning bright red. A hint of panic and shyness flashed in her emerald eyes. How could Roy, at LV.9, possibly feel any pressure carrying her?

Roy could clearly sense that Riveria, whose divine grace had been sealed and who had lost all her power, was more vulnerable than he had imagined.

If someone were to take advantage of this opportunity, it would be easy to win over this noble elven royal.

But he really wasn't interested.

There were too many girls in his family, and several Amazons who were as fierce as wolves. Even though Roy had an amazing physique, he would occasionally experience back pain.

"I'm leaving!"

Roy supported Riveria's legs with both hands, slowly stood up, adjusted his posture, and then took a step forward into the unknown.

Not receiving a response from Roy, Riveria felt a little disappointed, but this feeling quickly dissipated. She buried her face in his broad back, her slender ears listening to his strong heartbeat.

Roy risked his life to rescue her in the unknown, and the happiness he felt filled Riveria's heart, leaving no room for dissatisfaction.

Roy moved with light steps, swift as the wind.

But they hadn't gone far when the road ahead was completely blocked by a dark mass of figures.

Behemoth Subspecies!

The monsters, resembling oxen and elephants, swarmed together like a filthy tide overflowing from hell. Their massive, mountain-like bodies filled every inch of space, roaring and their numerous eyes flashing with bloodlust.

At a glance, the Behemoth subspecies' ability values ​​are at least LV.7, with some even reaching LV.8. These are just ordinary monsters on the 77th floor; even a single one could cause a terrible disaster on the surface.

Roy's steps did not falter at all.

He continued forward, and with each step he took, the hard ground shattered from his powerful footsteps, creating a series of sonic booms. He became a blurry afterimage as he charged headlong into the boundless horde of monsters.

Without needing to chant, Roy supported Riveria's round, pert buttocks with one hand and pushed her forward with the other.

A blinding golden lightning bolt suddenly erupted!

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

A thick bolt of golden lightning struck forward, leaving a pungent, burnt smell in its wake. Behemoth subspecies was reduced to dust in the lightning.

The dense horde of monsters ahead was cleared away by this attack, creating a passage several meters wide!

Before the monsters on both sides of the passage could react.

Roy carried Riveria tightly on his back, his figure as swift as lightning, seizing the fleeting opening and darting past.

A strong wind howled, blowing the strands of hair across Rivera's forehead. She stared blankly at Roy's face, which was so close to hers, handsome and serious. Although she knew this was not the time, her heart was pounding.

At this moment, Roy was running for his life!

Countless Behemoth subspecies were chasing after him like madmen. Roy could turn back and wipe them out, but it would be pointless.

The monsters in the dungeon are endless. Roy can kill hundreds in a minute, but the enemy can spawn thousands or even tens of thousands. With his earth powers, he knows the horror of the dungeon better than anyone else.

Once Roy's physical and mental strength are exhausted, he and Riveria will surely die.

Monsters were everywhere—in front, behind, left, right, even in the sky and underground. The agile Roy dodged quickly, only attacking when there was no way to avoid them.

Several hours later, they made it to the wall at the edge of the floor. Roy grabbed a protruding rock and climbed up quickly like a gecko.

Rumble!

Numerous Behemoth subspecies slammed violently against the wall, causing the ground to shake and rocks to fall. But this had no effect on Roy, who nimbly vaulted upwards.

Upon reaching the towering cliff, the view suddenly opens up.

Roy and Riveria on his back were able to catch a glimpse of Behemoth, which occupied almost the entire floor. Even though they were mentally prepared, the shock of seeing it with their own eyes still struck their minds like a heavy hammer.

Behemoth's body lay prostrate on the earth, occupying an area several times larger than Orario, like a living mountain range. It was five or six parts similar to the subspecies, with a thick, dark gray skin like armor, and four hooves like towering pillars deeply embedded in the earth. Every movement of its body would cause an earth-shaking echo.

Those enormous, spiraling horns pointed proudly towards the sky, and their four scarlet eyes were fierce and ruthless.

Just looking at it makes my soul tremble.

Upon seeing Behemoth, Roy and Riveria couldn't help but sigh, no wonder they had to set up a seal on the seventy-first floor; the unknown realm was truly too dangerous.

Not to mention the free-roaming fallen gods and immortals, the 72nd floor will give birth to replicas of adventurers, and the 73rd to 77th floors are interconnected duplex structures, with the LV.10 specialized monster Behemoth serving as the floor master.

The difficulty of exploring each level is far greater than before.

If we go deeper, we'll most likely encounter the sea monster Leviathan, or even the Black Dragon. Those two are even more troublesome than Behemoth.

As the two were intently observing, a sudden change occurred.

Behemoth raised its mountain-like head, its mouth, covered with jagged bone spikes and rock armor, opened, and thick, dark green mist gushed from its throat.

The poisonous fog expanded instantly, churning and spreading in all directions at an astonishing speed!

The sky was dyed a sickly, eerie green.

The dark green poisonous fog touched the ground and walls, causing the rocks to sizzle and dissolve rapidly; the remaining vegetation in the cracks of the stone walls withered instantly.

An indescribable stench of decay, carried by the wind even from such a great distance, caused Riveria to furrow her brow and instinctively hold her breath.

The toxic fog was spreading so widely and so quickly that it was clearly intended to permeate the entire floor.

"I finally woke up."

Roy murmured, after all, Behemoth had been fussing on the other's back for several hours, it would be a bit unreasonable if it didn't wake up soon.

"Roy—" Faced with the threat of death, Rivera instinctively grabbed Roy's clothes.

"Yes, I know."

Unlike himself, who possessed A-level abnormal resistance, Roy had no doubt that Riveria would die instantly if she inhaled a single breath of the poisonous mist.

Even without inhaling it, skin contact with the toxic fumes will corrode the skin, leading to death.

"Stop pretending to be dead!" Roy patted the long blade of the elven holy sword in annoyance. Did the other party really want to just watch Riveria be poisoned to death?

As soon as Roy finished speaking, Rivera immediately felt a sense of kinship with the Holy Sword.

hum!

The long, sharp blade suddenly lit up.

Drawing upon the surrounding magical energy, the sword's spine erupted with pure and blazing golden flames, its holy radiance contrasting sharply with the decaying and malevolent mist.

Golden purifying flames spread outwards in a ring, enveloping Roy and Riveria, burning the spreading dark green poisonous mist to ashes.

Centered on the two of them, a safe haven within a radius of several meters was carved out by pure golden flames. The leaping firelight illuminated Riveria's serene profile and Roy's figure.

"That's amazing."

Riveria was amazed. She had thought that her "Great Elf" was the most powerful weapon in the world, but she did not expect that the Elf Holy Sword was even more powerful. This weapon even contained a part of the will of an elf or fairy.

"Stop lamenting, hold on tight to me!" Roy said, but Behemoth wasn't going to let them go.

Upon hearing this, Rivera hugged Roy even tighter, burying her face in his warm, broad back, breathing in his familiar scent.

Behemoth's attacks followed one after another.

The mountain-like head turned slightly, its four crimson eyes locking onto Roy and Riveria on the rock wall. Magic energy gathered deep within its abyss-like throat, and a chilling purplish-black light emanated from it.

The next second, a thick, purplish-black light wave, tens of meters in diameter, erupted like a destructive torrent spewing from the depths of hell. The dust and rubble in its path were instantly annihilated, including the monster, and it hurtled straight toward the rock wall where Roy was.

Roy's pupils contracted slightly.

Riveria felt an intense sense of suffocation, as if death was gripping her throat.

Bang!

Roy's muscles were taut, his legs were as hard as steel, and the power he had accumulated inside him exploded, causing his speed to surge even further.

Speeding sideways along the wall!

Roy's legs unleashed astonishing power, each step leaving clear cracks and indentations on the hard rock wall. His body moved as if on flat ground, so fast that it left intermittent streaks of light as he flashed thousands of meters away.

Rumble!

The purplish-black destructive light wave, almost grazing Roy's afterimage as he sped past, slammed into the rock wall where they had just been standing.

An indescribable roar shook the heavens and the earth!

The entire massive mountain wall trembled violently. In the area directly hit by the light wave, the rock layers tens of meters thick vanished instantly, leaving a huge crater. The shock wave swept in a ring, destroying all the rocks within a radius of hundreds of meters. Rolling dust and debris surged outwards like a tsunami.

Behemoth did not give up. With a slight movement of its massive maw, it adjusted the destructive torrent, chasing after Roy and Riveria, causing the entire building to tremble.

Rumble! Rumble!!

The explosions continued, the rock walls shattered, and mushroom clouds of lava and dust rose into the air.

Roy didn't even want to waste his energy killing Behemoth, let alone spending time and effort dealing with the thick-skinned Behemoth.

Putting aside divine powers, Behemoth's health bar is likely even thicker than that of the Black Dragon.

Roy estimated that killing Behemoth would take at least two or three days, and he would also need to consume several bottles of the Heavenly Elixir. He simply didn't have the time for that right now.

Faced with Behemoth's destructive torrent, Roy dared not stop; instead of slowing down, he increased his speed and charged straight upwards.

He was carrying more than just his own life on his shoulders.

The destructive torrent spewed out by Behemoth terrified the monsters on the upper levels, causing them to flee in panic. This, in turn, allowed Roy to move unimpeded. Even though he was nearly swallowed by the torrent several times, he did not use any unstable spatial magic. It would have been fun to simply send him to Behemoth.

He passed through the seventy-seventh, seventy-sixth, and seventy-fifth floors in one breath, and returned to the seventy-fourth floor.

Behemoth's pursuit came to an abrupt halt.

In the duplex structure of this floor, each level is separated by mist, so Riveria did not see the stone ceiling at first.

Roy guessed that Behemoth could only sense the lower three levels. Due to the fog, it could not detect the people on the upper two levels. This was one of the few acts of kindness on this floor, preventing people from being bombarded by the BOSS as soon as they entered.

"call!"

Having escaped, Roy was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, large beads of sweat dripping down his angular face, and his legs aching and throbbing from the prolonged exertion.

Rivera lowered her emerald eyes, her expression serene and focused. She folded the handkerchief she had used earlier and wiped Roy's forehead and temples with tender care, like a virtuous and gentle newlywed wife.