Overlord Wolnir Descends!

"Hey, there's a light spot!"

The mercenary immediately became cheerful upon seeing the spot of light, and those around him also laughed heartily.

However, this kind of happiness is not the kind of happiness one feels upon finding treasure, but rather the happiness of believing that one has seen through a trick and feeling happy for one's own cleverness.

"What's going on? Do you really think we don't know the rules of the dungeon? We're not stupid."

"Exactly, exactly. The placement of the light spot is too obvious. Even a fool would know there's danger there."

"Haha, you think you can fool us so easily!"

The magician cast a light spell, but something strange happened: the moment the light appeared, the surrounding darkness became even denser, constantly devouring the light, making it impossible to provide illumination.

"Alright, cast all the available buff spells on me and let me test the strength of this trap!"

The mercenary, whose combat strength ranked second only to Elsa in the Assault Team, confidently gave himself a thumbs up, making the gesture that a certain Demi-Human prince liked the most.

While it's said that his combat strength is second only to Elsa, the difference between them is actually about 10 to 1. Even so, this mercenary is still a rare and formidable warrior.

"Let's be careful, Erka. Take two more people with you," Sally instructed. He had initially wanted to send Elsa, but considering how much people had relied on Elsa earlier, he decided against it.

Even if they were trapped in an inescapable trap and died, it was the result of their own efforts, not the result of relying on Elsa's power.

A series of buffing spells flashed across the mercenary named Erka, shimmering in various colors such as red and green.

"Wow, I'm full of power now!" Erka clenched his fists, his muscles bulging. He felt like he could burst out of his clothes with a little effort, and even thought he could exchange a few blows with the legendary Sword Saint Gapar!

"Yes, you've been enhanced. Hurry up and go for it," the mage urged.

Erka and the other two enhanced mercenaries walked over confidently. Before that, they had used a spell called "Detect Dangerous Life" on the light spot and the surrounding area, and found no danger. They did not let their guard down because of this, after all, danger does not necessarily come from monsters.

However, the spell [Detect Dangerous Life] has a drawback: it only detects creatures that pose a just-right level of danger to the user. There are two types of creatures that will not be detected: those that are too weak compared to the user, and those that are...

Too powerful!

The darkness that enveloped this area was so intense that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face; even with your arm outstretched, you could barely see the weapon in your hand.

The closer Erka got to the light, the more uneasy he felt. When he was a few steps away from the light, he suddenly accelerated and picked up the light from the ground.

It was a somewhat worn-out book, exuding an ominous aura.

[The Grave Warden's Spellbook]

[The Grave Keeper's Spellbook, a book from the Catacombs of Carthus, can be given to a spellcasting master to learn Black Flame spells.]

[It is said that after Overlord Wolnir of Carthus, fell into the abyss, the sorcerers who became the Grave Keeper later discovered the Black Flame.]

This... this seems to be a pretty good treasure?

Erka intended to retreat quickly after obtaining the light spot, but information about the Grave Warden's Spellbook brutally entered his mind, leaving him momentarily stunned.

When he came to his senses, he excitedly waved the spellbook in his hand at Sally and the others, wanting to share his joy with them.

But

Why does everyone look so terrified?

They seem to be yelling at me? But I can't hear anything. Erka looked down at the people, a puzzled expression on his face.

Just then, Sally realized that they couldn't hear anything, so he made the common hand signal among mercenaries, which meant to run and not look back!

As is well known, the common trait between the Hakimi and the Hakimi is that the more you forbid them from doing something, the more they have to do it.

The moment he saw Sally's gesture, Erka instinctively turned his head away.

What is that? It's just that a large, tangible hand grabbed me.

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Wait, when did I get caught?!

No wonder my perspective kept getting higher and higher; it turns out he'd been arrested!

The darkness grew ever deeper, but miraculously, people's vision suddenly brightened. It was a holy Holy Light, as if it could resist the erosion of the Blackfathom Deeps. Its appearance brought the mercenaries a clear and bright vision.

In a typical story, the pure light dispels the darkness, and what follows is that good triumphs over evil, the villains are utterly defeated by a divine intervention, and finally the protagonists hug each other, cheer loudly, and happily make dumplings.

However, a small "mishap" occurred in the Zane Dungeon.

What if this light that dispels darkness comes from the one who invites darkness?

Braving the blinding light, Erka finally saw where the light came from—three enormous bracelets!

Since there is a bracelet, there must be someone wearing it. Coincidentally, its owner is emerging from the darkness.

The ground trembled, darkness surged, and thick black mud appeared on the ground ahead.

It is an abyss, a terrifying abyss, a horrifying entity capable of dragging the world into darkness.

In the language of the Yugi, the mercenaries collectively went through a mental check the moment they saw the black mud.

They were lucky not to roll a major failure, but unfortunately they didn't achieve a major success either. Everyone felt fear, and the weakest-willed began to tremble.

A giant skeletal hand reached out from the abyss, and it was this hand that firmly grasped Erka, the bracelet on the giant hand gleaming.

The bracelet that brings light to people comes from a hostile and terrifying being!

"Ughhhh!"

Erka let out a scream as he was grabbed and brought closer to the giant hand, naturally becoming the first among them to see the enemy's true face clearly from the darkness.

Without any movement, a highly toxic Miasma Mist emerged from the giant skeletal hand, enveloping Erka in a series of screams. All the defensive magic cast upon him shattered instantly, proving that human strength was utterly insignificant before this thing!

No one would be foolish enough to try to save Erka, who was doomed, at this point.

Sally flinched, forcing himself to calm down and directing everyone to prepare for battle, but to be honest, he had no idea how to face such an enemy.

In particular, this unease and panic reached its peak when the other person's body emerged from the darkness.

In their eyes, it was undoubtedly a concrete manifestation of death.

The enormous skeletal body was shrouded in deathly miasma, its clothes long since decayed, but the crown atop the skull shone brightly, a symbol of its owner's greatest achievement in his life—the crown of Overlord.

Even with only his upper body, his massive frame still exuded immense pressure. As his dark eye sockets met the gazes of the crowd, his name was unmistakable.

[Overlord Wolnir]!

Sally's legs went weak, and he instinctively took a step back. When he realized that his loss of composure would damage morale, he found that many of the mercenaries had already collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at him.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered his own thoughts from not long ago—"Even if the final boss is Overlord Wolnir, I still want to come in and take a look!"

Now his wish has come true, and he has finally met the Overlord Wolnir!

I wish I had never seen it.

I was just saying it, don't actually come out!

Elsa lowered her body as if in response, displaying her ferocity to the Overlord Wolnir.

However, compared to the imposing Overlord, her figure was still too small, and she didn't even seem threatening.

"Everyone, perk up!"

Sally tore up several scrolls of Invigorate Spell, the magical light doing its utmost to heal the mental damage the Overlord had inflicted on the mercenaries.

"For the sake of the commander, we must do our best to win this battle," Sally said, lifting up the mercenaries who had fallen to the ground one by one. "Even if we ultimately fail, we must take out as much enemy intelligence as possible!"

The mercenaries forced themselves to cheer up at the thought of the beloved Iliphis, and were about to let out War Cry, but the screams that followed choked them up.

The screams came from the mercenaries who had gone with Erka to collect the light points. They were too close to Wolnir and were so shocked that they panicked and fled indiscriminately behind Overlord.

What's behind Wolnir?

Isn't that the abyss?

Before being swallowed by the abyss, the mercenaries let out their final screams.

Someone asked with difficulty, "Vice-Vice Captain, can someone be resurrected after being swallowed by that thing?"

Sally paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

They were completely swallowed by the abyss. In the story described in the Zane Dungeon, the abyss is a forbidden existence, and anyone who gets even a little bit of it will go mad.

What if the whole person is swallowed? Will the Teleportation Crystal still work?

His hesitant tone dampened the morale that had been painstakingly raised.

But this time they won't have time to rethink things; Wolnir won't be so merciful as to give them time to discuss tactics.

His massive body twitched slightly, releasing miasma forward, and for a fleeting moment, he bore a striking resemblance to the First of the Dead.

The mercenaries hurriedly dodged to the sides; those who couldn't get away in time would die struggling and screaming.

It was at this moment that the mercenaries became desperate. Since they had no way to escape anyway, they had no choice but to fight to the death.

What if we can win?

Sally's arm was unfortunately contaminated with miasma, and he cut it off without hesitation, then loudly commanded the mercenaries.

"Don't get close to him, lest you be pulled into the abyss. Mage, attack with all your might, the rest of you protect the mage!"

In an instant, all sorts of attack spells came crashing down. Someone tore apart a treasured high-level magic scroll, and a water dragon that had taken shape rushed toward Wolnir.

But no matter the intensity of the attack, Overlord Wolnir didn't even flinch, as if the attacks were nothing more than air to him.

There was not the slightest feedback from being hit; in people's eyes, this was proof of strength!

"How could this be? The magic is completely useless?"

Sally's eyes widened. He had learned from the adventurers that even the Farron Undead Legion would experience a momentary stun after being attacked by powerful magic.

Wasn't Overlord Wolnir's kingdom destroyed by the Undead Legion? Why do magical attacks seem to have little effect on him?

It's just a difference in resilience, but unfortunately, people in this world don't know that.

Wolnir's massive hand swept across, a simple attack that was impossible to resist, sending everyone flying in an instant.

But one person leaped high into the air—it was Elsa. She swung her greatsword in a wide arc and slashed fiercely at the head of the Overlord Wolnir!

A violent impact resounded in the space; the blow was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Wolnir seemed to tremble slightly from the blow, or perhaps not, because he regained his footing the next second and grabbed him.

It seems to have no effect at all. Why are their attacks completely useless?!

The strength is way too much!

Elsa was about to struggle, but a thick miasma of death erupted from the Overlord's body, completely enveloping her!

"Thump!"

The giant sword crashed to the ground.