Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1103 - 717: We Are All Heretics

The blessing of the Night Divine Domain quietly shimmered with golden light.

Gapar lay silently on the ground, staring unblinkingly at the starry night sky.

The air carried the rustling sound of grass swaying in the wind, the footsteps of animals running, and the melodic singing of the Ancestor Spirit people.

But there was not a single sound coming from Gapar himself.

He just stared at the night sky without moving; if it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, passersby might have thought he was a corpse.

Actually, he felt the biggest difference between himself and a corpse right now was that he was still breathing and couldn't stop thinking.

The stars in the night sky gradually transformed into the round shape of the Biomimetic Tear Drop, which then slowly morphed.

It turned into a Faded with three heads and six arms, holding a long spear and Big Shield, curved sword and curved sword, Magic Wand and another Magic Wand.

Instantly, Gapar's already lifeless gaze turned even more dead, almost grayish white.

When was the last time he showed such an expression? It seemed to be when his beloved weapon was ruined by a Rust Monster.

Ugh, thinking about that event just makes him feel even more frustrated!

Gapar pressed his lips together, his eyes clearly conveying the words "unwillingness."

"I have yet to exert my remaining strength, I am not reconciled!"

Thinking about the Meteor Yazler that directly obliterated his form makes him feel awful; being taken out by that kind of thing is one thing, but what bothers him the most is...

"At least let me swing that last sword!"

The unwillingness in his heart turned into anger that he shouted at the sky.

"This is not the all-out battle I imagined!"

What was his envisioned all-out battle like?

"It's definitely when both sides are drenched in blood, exhausting all potential in a clash under the sunset or the pouring rain, fighting until either one remains standing or both fall, with the loser or winner making poetic and philosophical remarks, ideally with a bard playing the accordion at the battle's end!"

This is the ultimate showdown that people of the old days dreamed and yearned for!

And what about the battle just now?

Only the duel with the Biomimetic Tear Drop wielding Dual Blades against him made Gapar feel the passion he idealized, the scenario of thinking about nothing but killing the opponent in high-speed duels was simply fantastic!

Yet this exhilarating duel lasted only for a short time; the reason the climax is called the climax is precisely because it cannot endure for long, hence it becomes all the more precious.

And what about the other two confrontations aside from the duel with the Dual Blades?

One Shield Stab, one magic bombardment.

The former was like a heart wall of a depressed mech operator, unable to break through no matter how hard he tried, and the latter was definitely a disaster for those wheelchair-bound, choosing the right magic set to kill someone was an unquestionable matter.

Had he known he'd ultimately get blasted by the Meteor Yazler at the end, he might as well have died under the Dual Blades; at least the full-body bleeding would have seemed more heroic!

"Damn it!"

Gapar slapped the ground angrily, causing mud to splash into his throat, making him cough continuously.

After coughing, the old man spoke no more, just looked at the sky with a face full of grievance.

He didn't know how much strength the Faded mimicked by the Biomimetic Tear Drop had, anyway, dying by the hand of the Elden King wasn't too shameful.

Perhaps he could even brag about it later, after all, he fought against the opponent for quite a while.

At this thought, Gapar smiled again.

"Anyway, no one saw it, I can tell it however I like, better get back and read some Knight novels to organize my words."

When no one's around, Gapar is always so free and uninhibited.

"By the way, still don't know its name, could it really be called Biomimetic Tear Drop?"

He maintained his position lying flat on the ground, pulling out a small book from his pocket, feeling as though he hadn't flipped through it in ages, a convenient tool to display the names and information of Monsters encountered in the Sain Dungeon.

However, it only shows more detailed information after defeating the Monsters; if he hasn't won, at most it displays a name.

Gapar wanted to see whether the opponent he just faced was called the Eternal King or Biomimetic Tear Drop. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He felt a surge of enthusiasm within, feeling he needed to do something.

Thus, before opening the booklet, he rolled over on the ground, lying on his side.

Alright, now it's easier to read.

Yet, when he turned sideways, he suddenly sensed something unusual and quickly looked up.

He saw four pairs of large eyes staring straight at him.

It was Leon, bare and ragged like a wild man, gazing at him with wide eyes.

And Maru, Tal, and Drew, the Strategy Group were all watching him.

"..."

Gapar's body froze like he was staring at Medusa.

"Ah, he finally noticed us," Maru said, uttering a line that seemed remarkable upon reflection.

"Indeed, just now wasn't the right time for greetings..." Leon smiled apologetically at his mentor.

To Gapar, the scene was akin to a horror movie.

"Um, may I ask," Gapar took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "How long have you all been here?"

Maru pulled out an Image Stone, from which his heart-wrenching roar emanated.

"I have yet to exert my remaining strength, I am not reconciled!"

Maru scratched his head "Sorry, teacher, forgot to stop the recording just now."

"Wait, teacher, why are you sitting up; you should rest well..."

"Please don't draw your sword, teacher!"

"I'll delete it now!"

There was an uproar near the blessing, and the overwhelming resentment emitted by a certain someone scared away all the small animals around.

Shortly after, the towering resentment subsided.

Leon and the others sat formally kneeling in front of Gapar, with a split Image Stone placed before them.

"So, you took a different path from me, went into the forest to explore?"

Gapar crossed his arms, looking serious, like that old-fashioned teacher, which actually indicated he was still upset about Leon and others watching him earlier.

But he was more angry with himself, for indulging in venting his emotions without noticing those around him.

"Yes, we found the forest quite intriguing." Drew nodded.

"There was a large Monster corpse resembling a deer at the deepest part of the forest, those horned folks seemed to worship it like a God!" Maru said excitedly.

Leon pulled out an Image capturing the "giant deer," saying,

"Just as we speculated, the beliefs of these underground Monsters are entirely different from those on the surface regarding the Golden Tree; according to our understanding, these underground races are..."

"Heretics." Gapar said.

"Moreover, we found this, a stone tablet recording texts with a fire bowl that can be lit." Leon continued playing the Image "Based on my intuition, perhaps there are other stone tablets we've yet to discover, lighting them all should trigger some transformation."

"But the current focus isn't on finding stone tablets, it's what is recorded on them, teacher, take a look."

Gapar received it and began to examine, each stone tablet contained texts, though they seemed few, the concentrated information stirred up his imagination.

[Our prosperous Eternal City was envied by the Supreme Will, a dark Meteor fell from the sky]

If he could find all the stone tablets, plus some personal deductions, Gapar could roughly understand what occurred here.

"These things would surely interest scholars outside." He returned the Image Stone to Leon, saying, "Do you have any leads on the remaining stone tablets? I'll go with you."

His tone and expression both appeared very serious, meant to numb himself from recalling what happened with the Biomimetic Tear Drop.

"Let's go then, I'll join you."