Mushroom Lord in the Underground City

Chapter 459 - 450: Battle of Dragon Roar Valley (Part 2)

"Hold the line! For humanity!" A centurion roared hoarsely, leaping up and striking his battle axe into a troll’s eye socket. But the next second, he was grabbed by the furious troll and thrown directly onto the rock wall.

The troll’s anger had yet to be vented when several arrows shot from its newly birthed blind spot, piercing into its head.

Its massive body shook violently a few times, then crashed backward, crushing several Demon Race soldiers below who couldn’t evade in time.

In this narrow valley entrance, tactics had lost their meaning. Humans and the Demon Race engaged in the most primitive and bloody meat grinder battle.

Every inch of land was soaked in blood, with severed limbs and debris mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.

And the battle in the air was equally intense.

Elite Blood Race warriors and flying Half-demons constantly assaulted the human walkways on the rock walls.

Figures kept falling from high altitudes, either human guards torn apart by claws or Demon Race with pierced wings, their bodies mixing into the chaotic battlefield below, disappearing in an instant.

"Virelis, you go entangle Alama," Sigmund calmly assigned tasks, "I’ll handle that Lorenzo fellow."

He meant to say "fat man," but changed his wording at the last moment.

Although he desperately wanted to end Alama personally, on the battlefield, reason must overpower personal grievances.

Alama, who possessed the Sunstone, greatly restrained the Blood Race. Having Virelis, who was unafraid of sunlight, deal with him was the most logical choice.

However, he clearly forgot that Virelis was such a headstrong person.

When Lorenzo’s figure appeared again on a tall walkway, for the "prey" she hadn’t captured in two attempts, Virelis didn’t even shout a greeting, letting out a sharp screech and climbed up the steep rock wall like a gecko, heading straight for Lorenzo’s location!

Sigmund’s eye twitched slightly, but he was helpless. He could only face Alama and the annoying Sunstone himself, but thankfully he wasn’t entirely unprepared.

He took out an exquisite crystal bottle from his pocket, inside which thick black mist rolled like ink. Pulling out the cork, he unhesitatingly drank the strange potion within.

Twisted black patterns appeared on his pale skin, emitting a chilling coldness around him.

"What’s that?" Even amid battle, Lin Jun maintained a strong curiosity.

"Something that lets me resist the Sunstone’s weakness,"

[Status: Gloomy Curse]

Lin Jun glanced at the information displayed on the panel, paused for a moment... Alright, if Sigmund says it’s a good thing, then let it be.

Sigmund spoke no more, casually gesturing, as the blood on the ground that hadn’t yet dried gathered as if it had life, forming several weapons of various shapes emitting a bloody aura behind him.

Meanwhile, Alama slowly drew the two-handed greatsword he carried.

With his action, the Sunstone embedded in the sword guard erupted with a fierce light like noon sunlight, dispersing some of the valley’s chill.

"Father!" Just as Alama prepared to charge forward, from inside the heavy armor Puki, his daughter Inanna’s urgent shout forced him to halt.

"That! That glowing thing!" Inanna’s voice carried an indescribable excitement, "I can feel it! It has immense use for Puki..."

"You mean the Sunstone?!" Alama suddenly remembered the previous discussion about the fungal mat needing sunlight, but at that time no one dared to scheme on this inherited divine artifact.

However, amidst the urgent battle situation, there was clearly no time to slowly research what miraculous effect the Sunstone could have on the fungal mat and Puki.

"Let’s overcome the immediate crisis first!" Alama roared, raising the greatsword shining with sunlight once more, charging towards the battlefield center where Sigmund was.

Through the narrow gap under the heavy armor Puki’s mushroom cap, Inanna watched her father’s resolute charging back with deep anxiety: "Boss, what do we do? The old man rushed up without even hearing me out!"

Lin Jun, on the other hand, was much calmer, even comforting: "No rush, no rush, even without Puki’s help, we might not necessarily be unable to hold on."

...

The blood-colored weapons suspended behind Sigmund shot out, Alama roared, swinging the Sunstone greatsword into a blazing white light wheel, cutting into pieces all the flying blood weapons, as the splattered blood and sunlight-like sword beams intertwined, emitting a "sizzle" sound.

However, with each shattered blood weapon, Alama’s arm sank slightly.

Having just shed the blood poison, his body was far from its best state.

"What’s the matter, Alama? Your sword has become dull!" Sigmund sneered, his silhouette advancing like a ghost, his pale fingers forming claw-like, dark red light condensing at his fingertips, aiming straight for Alama’s throat.

Alama sidestepped in evasion, the greatsword slashed diagonally to drive back Sigmund, but a fierce claw wind still opened a blood mark on his chest.

Alama’s breathing became increasingly heavy, cold sweat seeped from his temple, the brilliance of the sunstone remained dazzling, but his own status was deteriorating.

At the same time, the human frontline was gradually collapsing in the face of the demon race’s army, superior in both quality and quantity.

In mid-air, Lorenzo’s situation was even more perilous.

Virelis’s speed was beyond his expectations, using her ghostly agility to rebound between the pathway and the rock wall, her dual blades transforming into a deadly silver storm, constantly adding new wounds to Lorenzo’s magic robe.

The magic shield he upheld was continuously destroyed under the relentless strikes, disrupting his spell casting rhythm completely, leaving him only able to block and evade awkwardly, unable to complete a decent counter-spell chant.

Alama watched all this unfold, yet was powerless, with each block, he felt the numbness in his arm intensify, each evasion, his steps grew more sluggish than before.

Sigmund spotted a tiny flaw in Alama, a long spear formed from solidified blood suddenly shot out from the side, instantly piercing Alama’s left shoulder!

"It seems, the guardian of humans is to fall here." Sigmund’s voice carried a hint of pleasure as he stepped forward slowly, blood-colored energy surged in his palm, "When you betrayed me for no reason back then, did you ever think you’d end up like this?"

Alama propped himself up with his sword, forcing himself to rise, the blood hole in his left shoulder still gushing blood, but his gaze remained steadfast: "For the sake of climbing higher, you killed those innocents in the village, and you feel that was ’for no reason’?"

"What do they have to do with you?!" Sigmund’s voice suddenly heightened, "Did they save your life? It was me! I risked being discovered by that old monster to drag you out of the dungeon! And you, all of you! Betrayed me for those wretched people who have nothing to do with you! You forced me to the brink!"

"Hmph," Alama spat out a blood-stained saliva, "How many times have we had similar conversations? At this point, you still want to argue this?"

"Ah... you’re right." Sigmund took a deep breath, a dark red blood blade quickly taking shape in his hand, "Just at the end, couldn’t help but say a bit more."

Just as his words dropped, the sunstone on the greatsword in Alama’s hand suddenly exploded with brilliance far exceeding before, like the dying sun’s last burst!

Where the light reached, the blood blade in Sigmund’s hand emitted a "sizzling" sound, the edges began to melt rapidly, even the dark patterns on his skin seemed to slightly twist in the light.

Using this final burst, Alama roared and charged forward, the sword blade aiming directly at Sigmund’s heart!

However, a cold silver arc swept across at even faster speed!

Sigmund seemed to anticipate it, his other hand unknowingly already grasping the curved saber at his waist, with a flash, it slashed through Alama’s sword-wielding right arm.

The arm and the brightly shining greatsword flew together, drawing an arc in the air before heavily landing.

Alama staggered back, blood gushing from the severed arm.

Sigmund flicked off the blood droplets staining the curved saber, his tone mocking: "Just let you say a few more words, you wouldn’t think I’d lower my guard because of that, would you?"

He raised the curved saber, aiming at Alama’s neck.

"Farewell."

However, just as the saber was about to fall, Sigmund suddenly changed its trajectory, the blade forging a fierce silver arc, harshly slashing toward an empty direction beside him!

Clang clang—!

Two piercing metallic clashes erupted almost simultaneously!

Accompanied by this abrupt block, the blood energy surrounding Sigmund exploded first, transforming into a pervasive blood-colored mist, revealing two previously entirely invisible Knight Puki.

Sigmund’s gaze instantly crossed them, locking fiercely on a familiar figure further away, holding a Puki with noticeable pink hair.

It’s that girl! Alama’s daughter! How can she be here? Are those two stealth Puki controlled by her?

Inanna, Puki, strange dream, roommate...

A string of questions flashed like lightning in Sigmund’s mind.

Yet, before he could untangle this chaos, the previously somewhat behaved roommate in his mind abruptly erupted with near frenzied excitement and yearning, the piercing spiritual waves almost tearing his consciousness:

"Quick! That’s it! The Puki that woman is holding! Snatch it over! Immediately! Now! At all costs!"

Sigmund: "???"

(Another Chapter before ten o’clock, I initially planned to write a Christmas special, but I should finish this segment first.)