Traveling through the game world

"Draw Sword Slash!" With a single draw sword slash, the last few monsters were easily dispatched. Lian Yang smiled easily: "Arthur, with you joining us, we are indeed stronger."

Lian Yang's sword draw slash is his favorite skill. It's simple and straightforward, and the stronger the weapon, the greater the power of the sword draw slash, which makes Lian Yang, who always has a divine weapon in hand, love it very much.

"That's nothing," Baron said exaggeratedly. "When we get back, we'll give him a top-tier purple outfit that specifically boosts stamina, then he'll be truly powerful."

Arthur, dressed in blue and white, can already provide strong support for the trio. If he were to get a full set of purple gear that increases stamina, the trio's strength could be raised several levels.

"You've made me want to go back soon!" Arthur said with longing. In the world of Dungeon Fighter Online, level is crucial, but the two things that truly enhance strength are skills and equipment.

Skill prowess depends on talent, but equipment is entirely dependent on luck and wealth. And what Lian Yang and his companions have in abundance is money.

The group continued onward, when Alice, who was scouting ahead, suddenly exclaimed, "Look, what's that?"

Following Alice's gaze, several faintly transparent figures were wandering aimlessly. Judging from their attire, some were priests, and some were magicians.

“Pal!... Lisa!... You!” Arthur suddenly cried out in a pained voice.

"You know him?" Lian Yang asked.

"Hmm," Arthur nodded, his eyes slightly red, and said, "Those transparent figures are the souls of adventurers, members of my former survivor squad. But look at them now, they're clearly just wandering souls."

"Soul?" Alice asked, puzzled. "But didn't all your team members mutate?"

Before Arthur could speak, Lian Yang suddenly said, "I understand. Clerics and mages are, to some extent, people of focused concentration, so the Black Nightmare can't directly control them. You see, Arthur is an example. These are adventurers who were killed by the mutated monsters because they couldn't escape in time. Their weakened souls were controlled by the Black Nightmare after death."

After Lian Yang finished speaking, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. This black nightmare didn't even spare the souls of the dead.

"Let them be free! Hammer of Repentance!" With that, Arthur charged forward. Perhaps he could accept the deaths of his comrades, but he absolutely could not accept their souls being manipulated by evil forces after death.

Holy light coalesced in his hands, and in an instant, a massive hammer of holy light materialized in Arthur's grasp. With a surge of sorrow and rage, he hurled it at the manipulated souls of his former teammates.

The intense fluctuations of holy light clearly reached the suppressed souls in the distance. Their eyes, lifeless, instantly turned and charged towards Arthur.

Several clergymen also unleashed their Hammers of Repentance in an instant, attacking Arthur with equal ferocity. The attack was impressive, yet it involuntarily instilled a sense of melancholy in Lian Yang and the others.

Behind the priests, the mages also conjured elemental magic bullets of various elements. Although there were only a few mages, the rapidly released elemental bullets suddenly seemed to cover the sky.

With tears streaming down his face, Arthur endured the hammer of repentance unleashed by the suppressed soul of a priest, and with a resolute expression, he raised his hand and softly proclaimed, "Release! Holy Light Cross!"

Arthur's Holy Light Cross appeared so sacred, the intense holy light energy condensing into the cross and quickly imprinting itself on the soul of the nearest suppressed priest.

As the cross entered his body, the already transparent, suppressed soul of the priest gradually faded even further. But in the last instant, it smiled and nodded at Arthur.

"Ah!" The smile was only for a moment, but it was already deeply imprinted in Arthur's eyes. With a roar, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears as he once again condensed a hammer of holy light and struck the suppressed soul of the priest beside him.

Driven by Arthur's grief and indignation, Lian Yang and the others also had tears welling up in their eyes. Before them were adventurers who had once fought on the front lines against the monsters infected by the Black Nightmare to protect the residents of the City of Misfortune. And now they had met such an end.

"Heroes often feel sorrow in their twilight years, and their restless souls are truly hateful." This line of poetry suddenly flashed through Lian Yang's mind. He shook his head, and the sword in his hand lost its sharpness.

The souls of the adventurers, scattered in twos and threes, were quickly purified by the attacks of Lian Yang and his companions. However, none of them felt the slightest bit of joy at their victory.

As they journeyed on, the silent quartet casually slayed monsters in twos and threes, purifying the souls of all the adventurers they encountered with each passing moment of sorrow.

"They really have become monsters, and they can never come back." Looking at the werewolves that appeared before him, attacking everything in their path, Arthur's face was no longer filled with sorrow; he simply spoke indifferently.

"Let's fight!" With a soft sigh, Baron activated Blood Frenzy and charged forward.

"Laser Cannon!" Alice raised her hand and unleashed a laser cannon, fiercely piercing through a werewolf. Her mood was heavy. Before her were adventurers who had once fought alongside her.

"Roar!" The four-person group of Lian Yang felt sadness, but the werewolves did not. Under the influence of the black nightmare, they had forgotten who they were, and their blood-red eyes were filled with madness that wanted to tear everything apart.

With a roar, it charged madly at Baron, brandishing its claws as if to tear its enemy to shreds.

With a raised hand, blood energy condensed, and both hands thrust out, unleashing a ferocious blood sword attack that exploded with blood energy the instant it struck the werewolf. This was Baron's strongest skill, Blood Blade. "Die! As a warrior, dying on the battlefield is the best end!"

"Reverse Ghost Sword Technique!" The sword in Lian Yang's hand wasn't sharp; instead, it conveyed a deep sorrow. With a flick of his wrist, the werewolf's head fell to the ground. This was probably the moment Lian Yang's fighting spirit was at its weakest since arriving on the Arad Continent. Because the being before him shouldn't have been an enemy.

"You know what?" Arthur said, still fighting casually, "Every day, we talk about what will happen to everyone after someone dies, but the thing we talk about most is that we must protect the residents of the City of Misfortune."

With a flick of his wrist, a spear of victory, accompanied by lightning of vengeful light, killed a werewolf. Arthur continued, "But no one has ever told me what to do if they themselves turn into monsters!" His eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was cold.

"Then I'll tell you now!" Lian Yang casually killed a werewolf and said in a deep voice, "If one day I become a monster like this, no longer myself, kill me!" Reality isn't a game; the dead can't be resurrected. But a person isn't a player either. In this dangerous world of Dungeon Fighter Online, he didn't want to become a monster.

"Enough talk, let's fight! You taught me that old soldiers never die, they just fade away!" There were still many werewolves, but Baron, standing back to back, still roared with passion.

"Old soldiers never die, they just fade away? That's true, let's fight!" Arthur's eyes lit up in an instant, and he shouted, "Holy Light Orb! Shine for me!" The holy light in his hand condensed into a dazzling orb, which rushed into the midst of the werewolves with streaks of lightning.

As the werewolf fell, Arthur said calmly, "Rest in peace, my former comrade. One day, I will unravel the mystery of the Black Nightmare and restore peace to Arad."

Lian Yang, Baron, and Alice, who were providing fire support from afar, exchanged knowing smiles upon seeing Arthur recover. Some sorrows can become the driving force for progress.

"Die...die...they're all monsters! Die, all of you!!"

The battle was not over yet, but Lian Yang and the others heard a frantic roar from afar.

Hearing the distant roar, Lian Yang called out, "Alice, get ready! We're going to charge in. There seem to be people ahead. Let's go check it out."

A hint of relief flashed across Baron, Arthur, and Alice's faces, because they had finally encountered an adventurer who could still speak; the monsters couldn't.

Lian Yang's expression, however, held a hint of worry. He hesitated several times, seemingly wanting to speak, but ultimately said nothing. Deep down, he also harbored a sliver of hope that he might indeed encounter other surviving adventurers.