You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

Two heart-wrenching screams erupted almost simultaneously from the tank in the monster horde and the bandit captain at the forefront!

Their bodies were as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, instantly cracking, twisting, and charring!

It was that chain! It transferred every last bit of the terrifying damage inflicted on the combined monster to the two people it was locked onto!

"The link... transmits the damage..."

In his final moments as the thief captain fell, this desperate thought flashed through his mind. But the belated realization was futile.

Click!

As the two men perished, the chains connecting their bodies shattered and vanished instantly.

Despite being severely injured, with flames flickering around its body and thick, sticky wounds oozing mud, the combined monster still stood, slowly turning around. Its single eye burned with the remaining madness as it locked onto the three remaining people on the platform.

The magician, hunter, and priest froze on the spot, their faces ashen, their minds blank.

Just now... did they personally blast their own captain and tank to death?

A profound sense of shock and guilt gripped their hearts like cold vines.

Chapter 46 The Heavy Lilith

"Don't...don't just stand there!"

The hunter was the first to regain a sliver of reason, his voice dry and hoarse:

"Quick! Finish him off! That last hit will be enough..."

Before the words were finished, a gray-green shadow, accompanied by a whooshing sound, swooped down from behind the shadow of a rock and pounced straight at the three of them!

It's that disgusting fel bat again!

"court death!"

The hunter, filled with shock and rage, didn't think twice and instinctively raised his hand and fired an arrow!

Arrows flew like shooting stars!

“Haw—!”

The bat let out a miserable howl and fell to the ground, crashing heavily onto the rock in front of the three people.

Surprisingly, a fist-sized, mushroom-shaped object covered with eerie purple patterns burst out from its shattered corpse.

"Ha! This ugly bat can't possibly poop and give birth right here, can it?"

The pastor, still shaken, instinctively tried to ease his fear with a tone tinged with dark humor as he glanced down.

"wrong!"

The elven mage's scream was choked with sobs:

"That...that's a paralysis mushroom! Exploding spore fungus! We didn't drink any paralysis resistance potion!"

The deadly chill instantly froze the three's last hope.

Boom! ! !

As if to confirm her despair, the purple mushroom exploded violently the moment it touched the ground!

There were no flames, only a dense, almost solidified purple paralyzing dust that instantly expanded and spread!

The powder, like a highly toxic adhesive, instantly covered the three unsuspecting individuals.

"Ugh!"

"I can't move!"

"Fel bats... how could they... burst into paralyzing mushrooms?!"

The three people, enveloped in dust, collapsed stiffly, every muscle in their bodies seemingly frozen and petrified, with only their eyeballs able to convey extreme terror and incomprehensible absurdity.

Boom...boom...boom...

Heavy, drum-like footsteps approached.

The massive, swaying fire elemental, its body riddled with wounds and dripping with lava and filth, dragged its broken body before them.

Its enormous fist, a jumble of monstrous limbs, slowly rose in the despairing reflection of the three men's eyes, then crashed down with the flames of vengeance and absolute power...

boom! boom! boom!

Three faint lights flickered in the cemetery.

……

Black Language Town.

A cold and solemn cemetery for souls.

The newly resurrected elven mage was only wearing a thin undershirt, and there seemed to be some residual paralyzing dust on his hair.

Viser, the leader of the Silver Blade guild, had a face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.

The elite pioneering team he recruited was completely wiped out in the E-level Black Whisper Caves?

Watching his teammates being resurrected one after another in front of the holy statue, he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Is the glory of consistently ranking first in the guild leaderboard for years about to end in my own hands?

"Ah."

Not far away, a low chuckle, tinged with barely concealed smugness, drifted over.

The female leader of the Holy Lance Guild, a mature woman known for her cold and aloof beauty, like an iceberg snow lotus, smiled gracefully.

The Silver Blades have been wiped out. If the Holy Gun team can successfully secure these 10 points...

The number one spot belongs to her!

She even began to visualize the crown in her mind.

However, the smile on her lips froze on her face before it could fully bloom.

Because five familiar figures, bearing the same bewildered and dejected expressions, accompanied by the light of soul reunion, slowly coalesced and took shape right next to the area where her guild members had resurrected—

It was the Holy Lance pioneering team that she had placed high hopes on!

The gloom on Viser's face was instantly replaced by a twisted pleasure. He spoke slowly, his voice not loud but clearly reaching the other's ears:

"Tsk... It seems someone is paving the way for Golden Wind, sending them to second place?"

The icy, aloof woman's face instantly darkened, her previous confidence and smugness vanishing completely.

Her face turned from deathly pale to a purplish-red, as if covered by a layer of solid frost, and her clenched fists trembled slightly.

Not only did they fail to overtake Silver Blade, but their second-place position is also in jeopardy.

What on earth is going on with this E-rank dungeon?!

But she didn't worry for long either.

Almost simultaneously, another resurrection point in the cemetery, specifically set up for the Golden Wind Guild, also lit up with a symbolic light.

Five figures dressed in Golden Wind uniforms appeared, looking dejected.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! You..."

The leader of Golden Wind, a gruff and violent man, was jumping up and down, yelling at his newly resurrected teammates, spitting as he shouted, his angry words echoing through the silent cemetery.

Looking at this extremely dramatic scene...

Silver Blade was wiped out, Holy Lance was wiped out, and then Golden Wind was also wiped out.

Any trace of schadenfreude or anger on Viser's and the icy older sister's faces vanished.

They exchanged a glance and both saw the palpable, serious surprise in each other's eyes.

This small black cave... the water is much deeper than I imagined!

That tempting 10 points for passing the level is probably a tough nut to crack.

It's unlikely that anyone will be able to crack it in the short term.

A reassessment is needed...

From personnel selection to strategy, it seems that only by assembling a completely different team can we hope to uncover the secrets hidden in this godforsaken place.

……

Three days passed quietly.

The azure crystal ball, suspended in mid-air, shimmered faintly, and lines of luminous white runes rolled silently, projecting cold information into the dimly lit room:

Total number of adventurers entering the Black Whisper Caves: 355

Number of Dead Adventurers: 322

[Experience Reward: 14522]

[Rank of E-level dungeon: 306]

Clearance rate: 0%

The numbers relentlessly jumped upwards, like a silent mockery.

The crystal ball's shimmering halo reflected the three faces gathered around it, each with a different expression.

Duke Cedric slapped his thigh, his excited voice breaking the oppressive silence:

"The exploration order has been issued! And the completion rate of Ron's Black Language Cave is still a rock-bottom zero! Good, good!"

He was so excited that his beard trembled slightly, and his gaze turned intently to his daughter:

"Lilith, your insistence on the 100 million gold coin penalty for breach of contract was a stroke of genius!"

The Duke felt incredibly fortunate that the astronomical sum of liquidated damages was like an impenetrable wall blocking his way.

Otherwise, the dilapidated door of the Ron family would probably have been trampled to pieces by the ravenous representatives of the merchant guild and family by now.

Despite her father's high praise, Lilith felt no joy whatsoever. She felt as if her heart was stuffed with a wad of cotton soaked in ice water, cold and heavy.

That's a "land reclamation order"!

Which of the adventurers who rushed in in response to the call wasn't an elite selected from their respective guilds?