Skyline's Efforts

"Look, Blighttown is up ahead. Your opportunity has arrived."

Luluwo smiled as she pointed toward the dim, shadowy tunnel ahead.

The Starfire Knights and ordinary Starfire Church soldiers following her all wore expressions that said, Are you messing with us?

You were calling that dark tunnel ahead—a bottomless stretch of darkness built from countless ramshackle wooden frames that all looked nearly identical—a "village"?

Although the name Blighttown sounded plenty bizarre, like mysterious people in white coats might rush out at any moment and force them through martial arts drills, this was still too careless, wasn't it? How could a tunnel be called a village?

But reality gave them a thorough lesson.

The moment they stepped into the tunnel's territory, the entire world before them was immediately covered by a "filter" of shit-yellow mixed with dark green. Just looking at it made them feel as if the entire place reeked to high heaven.

Not to mention the gust of cold wind that blew in from the depths of the tunnel, instantly forcing an unbearable stench into their nostrils.

The two ominous words [Blighttown] swaggered into view before everyone's eyes amid that shit-colored filter and foul-smelling gale.

"Blech!!!"

Those with weaker constitutions immediately began vomiting and staggering about.

They were all soldiers who had been on the battlefield. Logically speaking, both their mental and physical tolerance should have been better than average.

Unfortunately, the stench permeating Blighttown was no ordinary smell. Gong Qiying had added something extra to it.

It was magic. He had added magic to it!

Ordinary people only needed one whiff before they naturally began vomiting and having diarrhea.

"Oh my, you can't take it already? You all have odor-filtering masks in your backpacks. Good thing I had you bring them in advance, right?"

Luluwo smiled, shook her head,