Spiritual Impact

Caroso stated that, as it turned out, these netizens weren't always reliable; this was entirely an experiment!

However, Caroso was still willing to trust them. Daring to try was the first step to success; hesitation would never lead to victory.

With this thought, Caroso walked up to the person in black but didn't wake him. Instead, he threw a punch directly at the back of his head.

The person in black fell forward without a word, hitting the ground.

Caroso raised his fists and punched the man's temples a few times, POW, POW, POW! The man completely stopped breathing.

Then, Caroso did something that left the netizens stunned. He casually closed the door and put on the black-robed man's robe and pants...

Then, he put his own outer clothes and pants on the black-robed man.

Unfortunately, he was also wearing pants underneath, and a shirt on top, so the female players didn't get to enjoy the view.

[Baby Caro doesn't treat us like our own!]

[Why did Baby Caro wear pants underneath? Wuwuwu]

[If he hadn't, he would have closed the bullet screen and changed.]

[Holy crap? It can be like that!]

[Damn it, why can't we change clothes?]

[This... it's actually quite reasonable in reality?]

[Boss Caro is willing to wear someone else's clothes? His persona is collapsing.]

[Boss Caro is a pragmatic person, haven't you realized that yet?]

[I thought Boss Caro was always cool, the brute force type, and would just plow through everything here.]

[Damn, don't forget we've been ambushed by Boss Caro several times.]

"Phew, I'll go take a look first." Caroso wasn't very confident.

He opened the door and peeked outside quietly. He saw that two outsiders had been dragged away.

He hadn't heard any sounds of fighting before. It seemed the soundproofing in this place was excellent, designed to trap people trying to clear dungeons.

[Remaining Participants: 109]

This display appeared before Caroso.

"Increasing the sense of pressure?" Caroso frowned.

[Right, Boss Caro, do you know about this kind of dungeon?]

"I haven't experienced it, just heard about it." Caroso then explained the principle of this dungeon, which was similar to what the two principals had said.

"Even if I knew ninety other humans in different regions who could cooperate, I wouldn't be able to distinguish friend from foe."

"The rewards for killing people are sometimes higher than the rewards for killing the dungeon lord, which is why this dungeon is also called a War Dungeon."

[Is it like this where you are? Ours is directly a PVP mode.]

[This kind of dungeon is indeed troublesome, but it doesn't matter, we're here!]

[This dungeon is part of a series. The cultists all look the same. I already have the data here.]

[Yes, according to your words, summarize your own experience, and we'll have a perfect strategy.]

[You could have cleared it even without us, let alone with us.]

[Actually, with us now, Boss Caro might be in more danger...]

[Yes, everything is different now.]

[There's no helping it. It was already different when we started modifying Boss Caro's card deck.]

"I believe you." Caroso took a deep breath. Mimicking the cultists, he grabbed the cultist's leg, dragging him face-down, and walked out from inside.

Caroso kept his head down, completely covered by the black robe. A few cultists glanced at Caroso but didn't pay him any mind and continued walking forward.

Caroso followed behind them, trying to keep his steps and breathing consistent, perfectly blending in.

Some people were leading their students, while others were dragging them. Everyone seemed to be heading towards the lower floors.

As Caroso walked down the corridor, he noticed it was very long, and every room looked the same.

There were many pained human faces on the walls; were they evil spirits?

After reaching the end and going downstairs, he had to walk down another long corridor to descend further.

Thump, thump, thump...

The cultist's face in Caroso's hand scraped along the ground, splattering blood on his face. His head bumped against the ground rhythmically as he descended the stairs.

After walking down two floors, Caroso started to feel a headache.

These faces seemed to impact the spirit!

Caroso was startled.

If even my spiritual power makes me feel a headache, what about others?

Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Damn it, I can't take it anymore! I'll fight them!"

An outsider summoned armor with a card, gripped a greatsword, and decisively slashed at the cultists before him.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the cultist's face.

Crack!

His head turned backward, a full 180 degrees.

He drew a card and tossed it casually.

"Ah..."

"My arm, my arm..."

"I don't need a head transplant!"

"Save me, save me!"

"Save me!"

Black arms stretched out from the walls, grabbing the outsider.

Some arms had mouths, while others were the wails of the shadows on the wall.

"Get lost!"

A golden aura exploded from the outsider, and the dazzling Holy Light sizzled the walls.

"Ah!"

Screams rang out as many evil spirits retracted their arms, while others were instantly burned to ashes.

It was clear that this outsider was a Paladin.

"Die!"

Slish!

The Paladin swung his golden longsword, severing the heretic's head in one strike.

Caroso was somewhat surprised. Were these cultists... that weak?

No!

Caroso suddenly looked at the ground.

The cultist's headless corpse lay on the ground, its flesh and blood seeming to sink into the earth, as if absorbed by it.

"Roar!"

Evil spirit arms stretched out from the walls again. Caroso focused his spiritual power and could barely see that the evil spirit arms seemed to have grown a tiny bit thicker.

Damn it, this place was like a large-scale field magic. The more cultists died, the stronger the field magic's buff became, and the stronger the spell cards that summoned evil spirits grew!

However, the Paladin wasn't useless. His golden light was exceptionally brilliant, scorching the walls with his Holy Light, and the arms became thin again.

Caroso pondered in his mind. The outsider was consuming the heretics and this field magic. Both sides were suffering losses.

But with such a forceful approach, unless there were a hundred and twenty experts, they likely wouldn't be able to sustain the consumption.

They hadn't even seen the BOSS yet, and they were already expending so much strength. Was that really a good idea?

Moreover, they had no idea if this floor was important!

"Crap, I've walked enough. Let's kill our way down together!"

The Paladin's actions seemed to be a signal. Many others, unable to stand the long walls and the patterns on them, also used their cards simultaneously.

Some directly summoned several massive totems. The totems were planted in the ground, and arcs of electricity lit up, causing the cultists to scream.

Some summoned beasts, treants, and the like. Green vegetation began to cover the corridor of this floor.

Soon, the vegetation turned black, but it also blocked the terrifying human faces.

"Whirlwind Slash!"

"For the Horde!"

"Holy Light!"

"For the Ancestors."

"Goddess Above!"

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