Black Blade

The corrosive gas inside the temple was getting stronger, but it was still a hundred thousand times better than Bronze Door.

Trying to reach the core of that Giant Flower would be a near-certain death.

It can be said that Transcendent below the Third Tier have almost no chance of survival in the face of those tentacles.

Although these hundred or two Kolman Warriors are formidable, few would survive if the door were opened.

Moreover, a large-scale advance would not offer any advantage against the "tentacles" and would instead slow down the advance.

Therefore, it was ultimately decided that only the Great Shaman Mafat, Bazel, and Canossa would lead Rein out.

Originally, Rein planned to take the eight immortal gargoyles with him, but he found that they only obeyed the orders of the guardian temple, so he had to give up.

It's good to leave them in the temple; they can help close the door after it's opened.

The temple had already begun to partially collapse. Before leaving, Mafat thought to himself, he also removed the stone slabs engraved with the seventy-two secret techniques of the [Great Strength Demon God] and put them into his Storage Ring.

The statue of the Divine General Morogos was too big; otherwise, I would have taken it with me.

If they survive, the will of God will remain; if they do not survive this journey, the temple will surely be transformed into a monstrous acid that corrodes into a thick soup.

The three legends rested for half a day to recover to their best condition, and then discussed some potential unforeseen circumstances.

The magic cores, magical equipment, and protective gear needed for recovery are almost all prepared.

Fortunately, the things left behind by those City of Radiance Crimson Robe warriors came in handy. Whether it was potions or supplies, they were enough for a hundred people, which was more than enough for the three of them to last for several days.

Meanwhile, Rein took out Ilubeck's research report and studied it himself.

The technical theory of "heterologous biological limb grafting and transplantation" was too profound for him, but he had prepared the general medicines and other supplies, so following the instructions shouldn't be a problem.

Rein didn't have any protective aura armor, so he couldn't withstand even a single blow from the monster's "mouthparts." Therefore, he also wore a set of soft armor and a set of heavy armor.

For defense, and also so that the big shots can use him as a "baton," the armor has good grips.

Then, with everything ready, Mafat prepared to open the temple gates.

The Bronze Door isolates the living presence within the temple, and the tentacles outside are probably not yet active. But one can imagine that once the door is opened and the energy is released, it will surely boil and explode like cold water dropped into a pot of oil.

Once the door opened, they had no choice but to rush forward; there was no turning back.

As a veteran legend, Bazel would never hide behind a woman.

He had already transformed into his White Wolf form and said in a deep voice to Canossa, "Miss Canossa, after the door opens, old man Mafat and I will clear the way. You just take the boy and make sure he doesn't get carried off by that monster."

Although it seemed like she was being looked down upon, Canossa didn't say anything, just said, "Hmm."

This was a mission with a slim chance of survival for the three legends; there was no room for opportunism, only a fight to the death.

The Great Shaman Mafat didn't speak or make any exaggerated, violent movements, but his skin began to gleam with a bronze sheen, clearly indicating that he had entered battle mode.

When Canossa saw the old man's complexion, her eye twitched.

Although she knew that the [Great Strength Demon God] Cultivation Method was a secret method passed down through the Kohlman Clan, and guessed that some of these Karl people might be practicing it, she was still quite surprised to see Mafat 'Mafat bronze skin.

She knew all too well how many magic cores she had absorbed over the years; she couldn't possibly pass the initial stage of the "Divine Steel Realm," yet she had barely achieved the minor completion. How exactly did this old man Kolman cultivate?

However, she didn't say much. She also unleashed her fighting spirit, and her entire body shimmered with a dazzling pure gold luster.

Mafat glanced at her, a slight change in expression on his face.

Bazel, standing to the side, narrowed his eyes with a hint of surprise, but spoke without restraint, saying, "Oh, so the president of the Transcendent 'Black Gold Merchant Guild,' President Canossa, is actually so skilled in body tempering techniques."

"You flatter me."

Canossa responded calmly. Now that she's unleashed her power, her strength is naturally impossible to conceal.

With Bazel's discerning eye, how could he not see that her steel-like frame was no ordinary thing?

However, it was merely surprise.

At this time, the stronger your teammates are, the better.

Everything is ready.

Everyone stared intently at the massive bronze gate, their hearts pounding in their throats.

The moment of life and death has arrived.

A low, Ancient Demon Language escaped Mafat's lips, and the sound of machinery echoed through the empty temple.

Just then, the giant bronze gate slowly opened!

Looking out through the cracks, the entire temple gate appeared as if countless giant pythons were intertwined, forming a tentacle wall that completely blocked the gate.

"Hey!"

As soon as the Bronze Door opened, Bazel roared, and his muscles bulged like a dragon, with a vortex of fighting spirit visibly gathering in his right arm, distorting his vision.

The moment the Bronze Door opened a crack, the original "mouthparts" outside sensed the temperature of a living person and, like snakes awakening from hibernation, surged toward the crack in the door, trying to rush in.

In that instant, the gap in the door was already a fist's width away.

At that moment, the vortex of energy that Bazel had been building up in his right arm crackled and reached its limit. With a loud bang, he unleashed a powerful punch forward.

The feeling was like a cannonball the size of a fist hitting a target and then exploding with a thousand times the power.

"So strong!"

This was the first time Rein had ever seen Bazel go all out.

This powerful punch blasted a two-meter-diameter hole through the tentacle wall dozens of meters away, penetrating for tens of meters.

The tentacle's severed limbs were scattered all over the ground.

However, there were simply too many tentacles outside. After blasting a path open with that one punch, dozens of new tentacles surged towards the horizon.

"Rush!"

With a loud shout, Bazel plunged headfirst into the pit without hesitation.

Great Shaman Mafat followed suit.

Rein only saw two figures, one white and one bronze, disappear in a flash before his eyes, and then the word "Charge" reached his ears.

At almost the same time, his own body was pulled by a tremendous force and rushed into the large hole.

The feeling was like riding a roller coaster, with a sudden peak that sent adrenaline soaring.

Luckily, he was wearing armor; otherwise, that pull might have broken his back.

Rein felt like a passenger strapped to a roller coaster by a steel fence, the scenery rushing backwards in his vision, the wind whistling. The sharp turns were so fast that he felt his soul could barely keep up with his body.

Then, he accelerated upwards at an absurdly high speed. The weightlessness caused him to feel slightly dizzy due to insufficient blood supply to his head.

Everywhere you looked, there was a yellowish-green flowing liquid. This strong acid had seeped into the ancient city ruins on the rock face, corroding deep grooves like melted ice cream.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell, like ammonia, and even through the gas mask, one could feel the burning sensation that made their respiratory tract sting.

More and more scarlet tentacles joined the pursuit and interception, but although those tentacles were fast, they were still far from being able to defeat the three legends who were all skilled in close combat.

This time, since the monster has awakened, there's no need to hide anymore.

They no longer needed to navigate those complicated passages; the three legends opted for exterior wall climbing, charging directly upwards towards their predetermined target location.

Swoosh~ Swoosh~ Swoosh~

The wind whistled past my ears, and severed tentacles flew across my field of vision.

The feeling was like pushing a lawnmower, with a blur of broken grass filling your vision.

Bazel led the way, unstoppable like a sharp blade. His wolf claws, once extended, were like sharp five-clawed blades. With a single grab, a flash of cold light appeared, cutting through everything within a range of dozens of meters in his field of vision.

The Great Shaman Mafat was even more violent; even when entangled by tentacles, he was completely unafraid, pulling and tugging until they snapped off.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sound, like the deafening crack of a musket, echoed through the underground ruins filled with yellowish-green corrosive toxic gas.

Rein was completely out of it, because he was moving so fast that he could only passively perceive the speed and had lost the ability to actively observe.

The breakout of Rein and his group of four caused a great commotion.

Just then, in a sealed stone chamber, a group of about twenty or thirty survivors also noticed the commotion outside. Most of these people were dressed in dark red robes, and a few wore strange clothes, but all of them were top-tier experts.

"One group replaces the second group; those who are replaced should recover their magic power as soon as possible!"

Inside the room, eight Archmage were working in groups, taking turns reinforcing the earth elemental barrier of the stone chamber where they were hiding, so that it would not be corroded by the monster's acid.

At that moment, a mage with a senses suddenly sensed something and shouted to the people in the room.

"My lord, three legendary experts are trying to break through the encirclement outside!"

Three?

"Besides the old barbarian and Bazel, who else is there?"

"I'm not sure. But from what I sensed, that person's battle aura was also enormous, so they should also be a Melee Extraordinary! But I'm certain they're not any of the other members of the 'Ten Great Legends'."

"He's probably a hidden expert among the barbarians. That's strange, why didn't he show himself before?"

"Ignore them! Even three legends can't escape this monster's body."

"No, let's closely monitor their movements. Let them trigger a landmine. If we can inflict some damage on that monster, we'll have a better chance."

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No one cared about the people outside. Everyone knew that in this situation, even three legendary Transcendent would not be able to break out of the monster's belly.

At that moment, an Archmage in a dark red robe spoke up, "Mr. Carlo."

This man had thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square face; he was none other than Sefa Rosas, the patriarch of the Rosas Family, one of the Five Great Families of City of Radiance.

He glanced at Carlo Gracie, one of the "Ten Great Legends" and the "Frost Moon Sword Master," standing not far away, and asked, "Mr. Carlo, how much longer will it take for your sword strike to accumulate momentum?"

Five days.

Carlo responded with a curt reply.

At this moment, he was not holding either his swords, Frost Flower or Azure Ghost, but a uniquely shaped black sword with canine teeth.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, but what was even more bizarre was that black flames flowed along its edge, and the flames grew stronger as battle qi continued to pour in.

But Carlo seemed to have lost the sword's approval. The more battle qi he poured into it, the more the great black sword tried to escape his control, clanging softly.

Sefa stared at the eerie black blade, his eyelids twitching as he sensed great danger. "What are the chances of breaking through this monster's flesh?"

Carlo pressed down hard on the restless hilt of his sword and said in a deep voice, "One-tenth."

Sefa sighed softly, "Fine, we'll concentrate our firepower and make one last push."

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