Zane Wouldn't Let Anyone Keep Their Cool

The more elegant and beautiful something is, the more it can evoke tainted thoughts in people.

For example, if a fair-skinned and beautiful Saintess, nurtured by the church, stood here, holy and pure, otherworldly, like an angel, what would people think when they saw her?

A Sion adventurer who enjoys invasions would say this:

"I'll have to smear some Dung Pie on her face."

It's as if spending too much time in the Zane Dungeon gradually assimilates one's personality. Adventurers have become fond of seeing so-called big shots make fools of themselves, enjoying seeing their arrogant and confident demeanor torn to shreds by the dungeon's malice, finally breaking down and turning red-hot!

At that moment, Iliphis reached out his hand to Patch, who had transformed into Dark Spirit, intending to turn him into a sunny and cheerful young man.

Enveloped in light, and under the mercenaries' gazes as if witnessing a miracle, Patch's movements changed.

He had already raised his Greatshield and spear, ready to Shield Poke, but the moment he was enveloped by Iliphis's light, he slowly lowered the shield and spear that symbolized his vigilance, his eyes becoming much clearer as he looked at Iliphis.

The mercenaries cheered:

"The captain's ability is also effective against afterimages!"

"Haha, the dungeon isn't as mysterious as the legends say!"

"Let's see if we can squeeze some benefits out of the reformed afterimage?"

Iliphis admired his masterpiece; he had transformed the cunning bald man into a kind-hearted person with a clear and innocent face. His ability really did work on afterimages.

He glanced at Patch a few times, but found no interest in the character, and waved for the mercenaries to handle.

However, just as he walked past Patch, the latter suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean by shining a bright light in my eyes, you sissy?"

What?!

The mercenaries' voices stopped abruptly. How could such vile words come out of the mouths of those who had been reformed?

Iliphis frowned slightly and turned to look at Patch, who was pulling a pot-shaped object from his waist with lightning speed, about to throw it at Iliphis!

"Whoosh—"

The archer captain's arrow pierced Patch's arm in an instant, and the jar-like object emitted a foul stench that Iliphis in a moment.

Dung Pie?

No, that's not right. The stench from the Dung Pie is hundreds of times stronger than this. This thing's true identity is—

Iliphis pierced Patch's heart with his sword. A hurricane surged around him, dispersing the smoke. He frowned, partly because his ability was ineffective against afterimages, and partly because of the foul-smelling smoke that erupted from the broken pot.

It's not poisonous, and it doesn't obstruct vision. Besides smelling bad, what other effect does this thing have? Is it just meant to disgust people?

The mercenary used wind magic to help him disperse the foul-smelling mist. He was about to search for the antidote and perfume when he suddenly cried out the moment Iliphis.

"Captain, your equipment!"

Iliphis looked down and fell silent.

His favorite set of armor, designed with the idea of a pure white eagle soaring high, was now covered with layers of cracks. Although it was made of magic metal, it turned into fragments and scattered all over the ground with the slightest touch.

It turns out that this pot's effect is to damage equipment!

He watched as the White Eagle relief on the chest of his armor crumbled into pieces and fell to the ground. His face remained expressionless, but he secretly clenched his fists.

Then his gauntlet shattered.

"Captain, please put on this armor as soon as possible!" The mercenaries were suddenly very glad that they had brought spare equipment for the people before setting off, but the spare equipment was just ordinary standard armor, not the same Iliphis's.

"That afterimage is disgusting! Of all things to do, it has to damage equipment!"

The mercenaries cursed Patch's despicable behavior, but Iliphis had to remain calm. With the mercenaries' help, he put on new armor and said, "The enemy did this because he was desperate. His despicable and underhanded methods reveal his narrow-mindedness."

"The commander is right. With courage alone, we have already far surpassed the afterimage!"

Iliphis the captain; he could make his subordinates go wild with just a few words.

He put on new armor, but compared to his previous white armor, Iliphis, and he was far less imposing than before.

He didn't show it on the surface, but he was definitely angry inside.

Even more frustrating things were yet to come.

Because all the skirt-like armor plates that covered the lower body, or rather the crotch, were gone!

Iliphis felt a cool sensation between his legs, a feeling of freedom.

His facial muscles twitched.

"No, this shouldn't be happening. I did prepare several complete sets of armor." The mercenary in charge of managing the supplies was once again drenched in sweat. Who knew what was going on? Why were the supplies constantly decreasing?!

Even the most oblivious person would have noticed something was wrong by now. Supplies were disappearing frequently; this meant either there was a mole within the company or—

"Whoosh!"

A faint whooshing sound came from the air, which was particularly noticeable in the moment when everyone was silent.

Iliphis suddenly appeared somewhere and quickly reached for the invisible object in the air, but the thing was slippery and he couldn't catch it. It was even slipperier than an eel!

People then realized that something was stealing their supplies!

When exactly did they start stealing? How come they didn't notice?

Iliphis raised his hand and released an arrow of light thicker than a bucket in a certain direction, but nothing happened except that it blasted a large hole in the rock wall of the cemetery.

The mercenaries launched a frenzied attack in all directions, but all they did was create chaos and they didn't even see what the thief was.

Without a doubt, that guy has escaped.

"I'm sorry, Commander, we didn't notice it in time."

"Take inventory of the supplies and see what's missing."

Iliphis directed the people's actions, and after giving his orders, he followed his instincts and headed towards the location where the monster that had stolen the items had been.

What kind of monster could get close to them without them noticing?

He squinted, carefully searching for clues, and finally his gaze sharpened.

The hard ground has slight depressions, and there are traces of corrosion in some places. The distance between the depressions can be as large as 20 meters.

Upon seeing this, confusion appeared in Iliphis's eyes for the first time.

He could roughly deduce that the monster that stole the items was ten or twenty meters long, very heavy, and possessed corrosive abilities.

How could such a being approach them silently and steal things?

He remembered what he had just grabbed; the sensation was like a tongue.

There are quite a few strange things in this underground city.

He didn't mean to underestimate Sain, but he had to admit that he had been blinded by impulse and his vigilance had dropped.

All I could think about was the reward after I cleared the level.

He gave the mercenaries the order to advance at full speed, and the mercenaries fell silent and became more vigilant. The man in charge of supplies clung to them tightly, as if you'd have to steal him first if you wanted to steal anything.

After everyone was on high alert, the loss of supplies did not happen again. After taking stock, it was found that the most lost items were medical supplies.

Fortunately, nothing valuable was lost, so the loss is still acceptable.

It was Iliphis's large hips that felt cool to the touch; the Light Eagle Legion was used to wearing skirt armor.

After traversing the monster-infested upper and middle levels and wandering through the darkness of the lower level, guided by Sally, they quickly defeated the Battle Knight and arrived at the Wolnir figurine pit.

The sea of bones surged, Iliphis ignored the seemingly terrifying but actually not powerful monster horde. The combination of the Assault Captain and the lancer captain, one in front and one behind, was enough to scatter the surrounding skeletons.

Iliphis within the light emerged a lifelike giant eagle composed of light, which soared and circled in the air, causing all undead creatures to dissolve wherever it passed.

As expected, we still need to use AOE skills.

Beyond the suspension bridge lies a cave with a churning "abyss".

Iliphis the abyss, overwhelmed with emotion, and reached out to touch it, not even realizing that his hand was trembling slightly.

The abyss writhed and swallowed them, then after a long journey to the audience, they pushed open heavy doors, and a crowned skull appeared before them.

Black mist filled the air. When the space shifted again, people found themselves in an extremely dark space where they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces. Iliphis's eyes flashed.

Just like the rehearsal before departure, the mercenaries adopted a formation that looked somewhat strange.

Centered on Iliphis, the three captains formed a triangle to protect him, while the vice-captains and elite mercenaries each had their own positions on the outside. Patterns lit up on the ground beneath their feet, connecting each person to the others.

It looks like some kind of Magic Array?

A glimmer of light shone from each person, Iliphis raised his finger to the sky, the light from the people gathered at his fingertip.

Wonderful chanting filled the air, and a powerful aura gathered.

In the blink of an eye, a ball of light, as bright as the sun, shone brightly in mid-air, radiating intense vitality.

This is magic created from the life force of people; it is undoubtedly a powerful magic that surpasses even the King Rank!

The Ball of Life!

Its intense life force is the most potent poison for undead creatures!

The mercenaries tore the four Holy Light King Rank scrolls to shreds, and the Ball of Life was immediately enveloped in a dragon-like Holy Light.

There's no other meaning; it's all a special attack against undead creatures!

The life force of numerous human elites, combined with the unparalleled magical reserves of Iliphis himself, has brought the power of the Ball of Life to a terrifying level.

However, there is still an insurmountable barrier to becoming a legend.

Just then, a bracelet suddenly appeared in Iliphis's hand, emanating a familiar aura—it was a [weapon]!

The moment the bracelet appeared, the size of the Ball of Life multiplied, and the power it contained experienced a leap forward.

It has touched the threshold of legend!

It's not even as powerful as the legendary magic used by Kang Luode, who was Execute by the Sword Saint. This Ball of Life seems to be the result of forced catalysis. Perhaps the crater-exploding effect can touch the threshold of legend, but in essence it is far inferior.

However, the fact that Iliphis was able to conjure up "pseudo-legendary magic" with just a few people is quite an incredible feat!

He reached out his Mage Hand and remotely grabbed a point of light from the darkness.

[Garbage and waste]

"Oh."

Iliphis chuckled dismissively, flicked his finger, and launched a confident attack on the Overlord Wolnir, who emerged from the darkness!

The target of the attack was naturally the opponent's obvious weakness— Wolnir's head!