Chapter 106: Accidents in the Dungeon Opening, How Normal Is This
The capital of the Vahlan Empire, the magic of chaos envelopes the entire city.
Giant trees grew out of the ground with thick branches and leaves that wrapped around the city walls. The branches were filled with royal city guards with bows and arrows drawn. Anyone who dared to cross the line would face arrows like a rainstorm that destroyed the mountains.
Outside the city wall, there were corpses and bones everywhere. In the mountain of corpses, a bone was whispering the language of the dead.
Following the whispers of the dead, the corpses on the plain outside the city wall began to assemble themselves, as if looking for the feelings they had when they were alive, combining into disgusting giants of flesh and blood.
The pale bones are their skeletons and armor, and rotten flesh and blood fill their interiors. Those are the dying words mixed with fear, unwillingness, confusion, and resentment, the curses brought back from the land of the dead in the misty bones.
The flesh giants seemed to have no wisdom. After they were born, some of them walked towards the city wall, but then crossed the line and were shot by the guards of the royal city. Others walked towards the broad plains. They felt the breath of life and wanted to create fear, screams, and death for their own kind.
As the flesh giant moved, it left behind a scarlet mist. The mist condensed and did not disperse. Any creature that approached the scarlet mist would be enveloped, and then the body would begin to rot. The rotten parts would grow dense red threads that stitched the flesh together, just like a rag doll that was stitched together into a complete shape by a thread.
There are only two creatures that have different symptoms, wolves and humans.
After the wolf was sucked into the scarlet mist, its limbs became thicker and it began to stand up and try to walk upright. However, the wolf's bones did not change accordingly, as if its fur was broken by the growing muscles, and then the sudden increase in muscle weight crushed its bones.
The broken bones were connected by red threads in the body, and slowly, the extremely weird wolf stood up like a human. It looked up at the red moon that had not set for who knows how long, and howled at it.
“Ouch…”
The wolves on the plain seemed to be summoned and rushed towards the direction of the strange werewolf. As the distance got closer, the wolves actually began to develop the same features as the werewolf.
Inside an old castle, all the people inside were brutally murdered, and the owner of the castle was nailed to death with a spear on his throne that symbolized power.
When the flesh-and-blood giant brought the ominous scarlet mist, the entire castle seemed to come alive.
The walls destroyed by violence were now covered with flesh-like barriers, and the open door was replaced with a door with a face made of nails. Those nails, like those taken from a dead person, would drag all creatures that dared to approach here into the deepest hell and bear the most horrible punishment.
The owner of the castle, who was nailed to the throne, gracefully took off the spear stuck in his chest and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, countless . Giant bats with wingspans of several meters danced wildly towards the red moon, looking for the [food] the owner of the castle needed.
In order to show that he has regained his life, the owner of the castle must hold a party. Just like when he had not lost everything, he concentrated on enjoying himself and ignored other things. If there was not enough money and food, he would increase taxes.
When all the subjects in the territory were suffering, they became more demanding in tribute. Eventually, the sturdy gate of the castle was broken open, and the peasants armed with pitchforks, sticks, and hoes destroyed the family glory of the rulers that had lasted for hundreds of years.
As the ruler himself, he was nailed to the throne by a spear.
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At the palace of the Vahlan Empire, a huge ancient tree completely entangled the entire palace. The roots of the tree blocked all the secret passages in the palace, strangling all creatures that tried to enter or escape from the palace; the branches blocked the palace gate, blocked the passage, and even interfered with the space.
And the treetops blocked out the sky and the sun, obscuring the light of the scarlet moon in the sky and preventing that crazy light from landing.
The throne was sucked and restrained by the thickest tree trunk. An illusory shadow was sitting on the throne with its eyes closed.
Outside the palace, the witch crossed numerous obstacles and came to the throne. She sang in an aria, "My king, my love, please wait a little longer. Soon, you will return like lightning, and your sword will be stained with the blood of all the disloyal people."
The shadow on the throne did not make any move. The witch took two steps forward, wanting to see her lover's face more closely, but was forced away by the branches that attacked from the side.
"You damn tree, I will throw you into the abyss and burn you with chaos flames for ten thousand years!"
"I have no doubt that you will do this, crazy witch." Old, hoarse, and obviously tired, an extremely old face was revealed on the tree. Just by looking at the face, one could feel that the other person was very ancient.
"But before you burn me, get out of here!"
With a loud shout, huge tree roots burst out from under the palace floor, cutting through space and forcing the witch out of the palace.
"Why do you have to do this, Veblen?" The shadow on the throne did not speak, but a thought had already conveyed its words, "You are too old and too weak. Your Excellency the Archdruid, everything you have done is just to postpone the final deadline by a tiny bit."
"I know the final deadline, Mad King Dom. I will not allow you to be completely [born]. The arrogance of the mages also makes me angry."
"Ha!" I don't know if Veblen's words irritated Mad King Dom, but I heard him sneer, "Veblen, do you feel ridiculous?"
"I never asked to be born into this world, but you, this world, gave me life. You made me shoulder responsibilities that were not mine, led a country that was not mine, and experienced love that was not mine. In the end, you even planned to deny everything about me, impeach me, and replace me with a more obedient puppet."
"You used the most beautiful fairy tale to awaken me, but it made me experience the most real and vicious human nature and the world. Veblen, can your long experience allow you to tell me, is this my fault?"
Veblen did not answer, nor did he need to answer. At this point, all words were empty words. The only thing that could be used to prove right and wrong was the purest power.
This archdruid, who has lived for who knows how long, is using the last of his life to follow the guidance of nature and imprison the demon that can destroy the world.
"No answer? Even now, you still have ridiculous fantasies. What is supporting you? Is it the ridiculous fairy tale that you have created for me?"
The phantom on the throne closed his eyes. Veblen imprisoned his body and his power, but Veblen could not cut off the connection between Mad King Dom and his subordinates.
Not long after closing his eyes to communicate with his subordinates, Dom opened his eyes in confusion, "Hmm? A priest who controls the power of holy light and death, and is looking for a female knight who is very important to him?"
"Interesting combination. I seem to see something in you that doesn't belong [here]."
