Polar Night Demon Tower

"Damn it, you beast!"

"This so-called 'father' in the diary should be executed by slow slicing! The official authorities are inhuman, putting such a perverted plot in here."

The Steamed Bun was filled with righteous indignation and pounded the table hard.

A rare hint of determination flashed in his eyes as he resolved to eliminate the monster and bring peace to Valena was in a state of extreme pain, neither alive nor dead, and whose will was out of control.

"I will let you rest in peace, Valena."

He gently closed the diary, carefully placed it back in its original place, and never touched it again. It was the last trace of Valena as a human being, and a treasure she cherished.

"Steamed Bun, you're thinking too simply."

Singo frowned and said softly, "We need to be careful. There's not only that poor Miss Valena wandering around in this tower, but also her 'father.' This guy can turn people into terrifying monsters; he's definitely not someone to mess with."

"Moreover, the Battle Maniac is also missing, which has reduced our team's ability to fight head-on. With our current capabilities, we'd be lucky to escape from here, let alone rid the people of this so-called evil."

The Steamed Bun said unhappily, "Then what should we do? Just wait here to die?"

"Anyway, the server is going to shut down soon. We've already accumulated a lot of experience, so losing a little doesn't matter. At worst, you can give me a Rune Firebomb, and I'll trade one for one with the boss in the tower."

Singo was somewhat surprised.

"How did you know I had Rune Firebomb?"

Steamed Bun chuckled and said, "Everyone has seen you going to that factory of the Church of the Machine God to mooch off others all the time. Who would have thought that a famous professional gamer would become a sycophant to Kuang Chao Ge?"

Singo retorted, "Don't you even know what it means to prioritize skill in a game? Acquire equipment through legitimate means, understand?"

"I understand perfectly."

"Stop talking nonsense, that's a high-level mage boss."

As they talked, the two left the secret room and continued exploring the hidden tower.

They entered the passage, but heard rustling sounds coming from inside, like the breathing of jackals.

"Sniff, sniff."

"I smelled blood."

"Where is it?"

"We have new prey. Our master will be happy."

A low, hoarse voice broke the silence.

Singo quickly pressed down on the Steamed Bun, silently nocked an arrow, slowly drew back the bowstring, held his breath, and aimed at the corner of the passage.

Sure enough, an ugly jackal head appeared, its mouth dripping with saliva and covered with sparse white scales.

Singo locked onto it instantly, a purple Hunter Mark appearing between the Gnoll's eyebrows, and then a sharp arrow pierced the air, easily piercing its head.

"Aww—"

The Gnoll only had time to let out a roar before it fell backward.

Behind them were several Gnoll, who showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, their murky eyes gleamed with a ferocious, eerie light as they lunged at the two of them, spewing out stench and foul breath.

Steamed Bun drew his sword and charged forward, finding the weakest point in their fur. With a single arrow, he pierced the vulnerable neck of the foremost Gnoll, then kicked the Gnoll's corpse off the ground and slashed down another Gnoll.

In just a few breaths, the patrol of seven Gnoll was completely wiped out.

"Hoo, hoo, it's those Gnoll again."

Steamed Bun kicked the corpse on the ground and said, panting heavily.

Singo stroked his chin and said, "As expected, the source of those Gnoll is here, the Polar Night Demon Tower. It's just that these guys' Dragonification Degree is very low, far inferior to those modified monsters, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to defeat them so easily."

Singo took a few steps forward and noticed the numerous skeletons along the corridor, and immediately spoke up to warn them.

"Oh no, let's get out of here! There are probably a lot of monsters in this tower."

However, the Gnoll's dying howl had already resonated with the monsters inside the tower, causing them to stir. Countless howls of different tones, each mournful and plaintive, rang out, and the entire Polar Night Demon Tower seemed to tremble.

Steamed Bun turned his head to look behind him.

"Oh shit."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Roar--"

The grotesque dragon-transformed monsters surged forth like a floodgate opened, transforming gnolls, Gnoll, goblins, Goblin, and even Lizardmen into twisted, half-human, half-dragon forms. However, these monsters did not look as natural as the dragon Dragon Vein Creature of the Burned Kingdom.

— Their bodies are covered with sparse white scales, and there are extra fleshy growths and lumps everywhere. Some even have extra limbs and heads. Corrosive saliva flows from the corners of their mouths. Most of the monsters' eyes are filled with rage, and they have obviously lost their minds.

Singo concluded, "My guess was right, this place is definitely an experimental base."

"We were lured here by someone."

"The one who controls this Polar Night Demon Tower is probably that mage!"

As Steamed Bun was listening, the half-dragon Goblin crawled over from behind, pounced on Steamed Bun, and tried to bite his neck with its fine, sharp teeth. Fortunately, Steamed Bun was wearing plate armor, which prevented the half-dragon Goblin while. Then, taking advantage of the opportunity, Mantou chopped off its head with a sword.

Even with its head pierced, the headless, mangled body of the Dragon Vein Goblin continued its frenzied attack. One claw clung to its plate armor, while the other sharp claw scratched at the Steamed Bun's arm, leaving wounds. It only gradually stopped after several breaths.

"Holy crap! This monster's gone mad! It won't let go even after it's dead?"

"Don't get entangled with them, let's go!"

Singo and Steamed Bun frantically fled along the bone corridor, finally reaching the end, where a gate made of steel stood.

"Steamed Bun urged."

"Hurry up and unlock it, Xin Gou!"

"Don't yell, come and try if you dare!"

But Singo was also extremely busy at the moment. This lock was not the simplest type, and he was not a professional thief. His skill and dexterity were obviously not up to par yet.

The dragon-transformed centaur behind them was about to pounce.

Unlike ordinary centaurs, these creatures, influenced by the bloodline of the White Dragon, have lower bodies that resemble some kind of terrifying lizard rather than a horse, with long tails drooping behind them and viscous liquid on their scales. Their upper bodies, on the other hand, look like withered and emaciated corpses that have had their Life Force drained.

Suddenly, the iron gate burst open.

"Whoosh—"

A battle axe swung out from the crack in the door, cleaving the dragon-transformed centaur behind Steamed Bun in half at the waist.

The severed lizard's body was still writhing and crawling on the ground, bumping around like a headless fly, before it gradually lost its life after a long time.

Steamed Bun and Singo took the opportunity to escape through the iron gate and slammed it shut with their bodies.

They were overjoyed to see the familiar faces before them.

"War Maniac Bro!"

"I've been looking for you for a long time; these monsters are really hard to kill."

The Born Battle Maniac chuckled and patted his smooth head.

The three who had been separated while being pursued by the dragon-transformed Gnoll have finally reunited.