Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1068 - 695: City Lord’s Banquet

The cross of the Unbelievers was originally unremarkable, resembling a makeshift rack of rotten wood found anywhere.

Therefore, when this unimpressive item was thrown into the Burning Furnace Golem's brazier, it didn't seem at all like a thrilling act of defeating the enemy leader.

Instead, it looked more like the Burning Furnace Golem was picking up trash for charity, conveniently equipped with its own trash can, incinerating it on the spot.

Being in the Dungeon meant there was no worry about burning trash polluting the air—amazingly eco-friendly.

"Ahhhh—"

When the cross was thrown into the furnace, all the Unbelievers left on the ground let out wails in unison.

Their expressions were blank, their movements uniform, and despite wailing, their faces remained lifeless and stiff.

This didn't look like living beings at all, but more like puppets reacting to commands from the cross, sparking a certain kind of amusement.

All of this indicated that the cross was truly the main body of the Unbelievers.

When it was thrown into the Burning Furnace Golem's brazier, tongues of fire immediately wrapped around and licked it, the wooden exterior of the cross instantly catching fire and being consumed, revealing its true form—a cross formed from the intertwined twisting intestines of various creatures.

No, not intestines, but brains, various kinds of brains piled together, fiercely writhing and struggling under the flames.

The entire body of the Burning Furnace Golem burst into flames, but surprisingly, for a moment, it failed to burn it completely.

"Let me help."

Flame Fire summoned a fierce Fire Element Giant Snake into the body of the Burning Furnace Golem, causing the flames to surge skywards in an unprecedented burst of intensity!

He seemed to have some means to enhance the flame's combustion, appearing to be quite a pyromaniac.

A vortex of fire rose from the Burning Furnace Golem's brazier, revving up to strengthen the flames. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The wails of the Unbelievers reached a peak at this moment.

Then, in an instant, there was silence, because the body of the cross had perished in the flames.

According to intelligence, the cross would not regenerate for another 666 minutes, approximately a dozen hours.

This time is really neither too long nor too short, placing it in a rather awkward situation.

"Great, the flames have purified the heretics!"

The followers, as if just witnessing something delightful, became exuberant, waving towards the sky. His unique Holy Light Demon descended to the ground—not skeletons this time, but Holy Knights radiating righteousness, who immediately began to harvest Unbelievers rooted in place.

Once the cross was destroyed, not only would it no longer absorb faith, but the Unbelievers would also enter a period of stiffness, making this the best time to eliminate them.

Flame Fire eagerly lent a hand; without the cross's restrictions, he arrogantly summoned various large, powerful monsters, seemingly out for revenge as he slaughtered the Unbelievers.

Irene glanced jealously at everyone, shrank back, and ultimately did nothing, quietly taking on the role of an observer.

After burning the cross, the Burning Furnace Golem stood still, waiting, to see if the cross would resurrect in place.

The remaining seven Burning Furnace Golems also started taking action, each bending down to pick up Unbelievers and throw them into the brazier, much like farmers harvesting fresh vegetables.

The atmosphere on-site suddenly lightened; at least until the cross resurrected, the Unbelievers faced a one-sided massacre.

Honestly, without the cross's continuous faith-absorbing effect, any City Lord present could solo eliminate the Unbelievers.

But on the other hand, if the Unbelievers were on the surface, a single Dungeon would indeed struggle against these entities.

It is said that during past unrest, there were over a thousand such crosses that were just burned—it's unimaginable what a massive wave of Unbelievers these thousands of crosses could unleash during those times of much higher per capita faith.

How people of the past managed to deal with these Sealed Items on the surface, merely resisting must have been very difficult.

Gong Qiying watched the diligent Burning Furnace Golems and couldn't help but ponder.

They say it was the Gods who sealed these items, but with so many Dungeons, each having a Sealed Item, just how many times did the Gods have to intervene—truly a model of labor.

Moreover, the real question is, how did the various races on the surface, including humans, survive the rampage of these overpowered Sealed Items?

Whether it's the Burning Demon, Hidden Blood Parasite, or the current Unbelievers, based on Gong Qiying's observations of humans during this period, he drew an unfortunate conclusion:

Once these Sealed Items grow in scale, humans now seem incapable of fighting back.

Surely, they can't rely solely on the God's blessing, but now in this era of God's silence, how do people deal with calamities of Sealed Item magnitude if they emerge again?

"What are you thinking about?" Red Teeth's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Gong Qiying looked up at the old man among the City Lords and voiced his earlier thoughts.