Chapter 45: After the Demonic Tide
What to do?
Lin Jun was really dumbfounded now.
No matter how I think about it, this dragon person in front of me must be the daughter of the ancient dragon, right?
That’s right, daughter, Lin Jun just checked it.
The dragon man's body is covered with thick scales, and his facial features look like either a man or a woman. I couldn't tell them apart before.
But these are minor details.
The problem now is that the fusion parasite cannot be canceled...
Her current condition is similar to Dylan's. She is parasitized, but is still one step away from becoming a puppet.
I wonder if it’s still in time to send it back through the other rift?
"I only parasitized half of your cub, and now I'm giving it back to you!"
Haha... Lin Jun could even imagine the scene of his body being cut into four pieces by the dragon's claws and then being burned, frozen, smashed, and melted.
So, where is the dragon's real body?
Deep area?
Probably not. Although there is no corresponding information, the monsters coming out of the rift are very different from those in the Amethyst Dungeon.
Maybe it's some other gathering place for monsters, or even another dungeon?
Go back and ask Dylan.
If it was another dungeon, I wonder if there was any way for the ancient dragon to get out?
Just now, although the electric arc that appeared in the dungeon repelled the dragon claw, the ancient dragon was only slightly injured and did not seem to have fought with all his strength.
If it really has a way to break the rules of the dungeon, then even if I hide on the fifth floor, I'm afraid I won't be safe.
No matter what, being targeted by an ancient dragon is too terrifying.
Fortunately, things have not yet reached the point of no return.
It's just a parasite now, and it hasn't become a puppet yet!
Moreover, Gu Long probably doesn’t know the specific situation of his cub.
There is still room for recovery!
And...right?
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“Wow… That’s so miserable…”
Dylan, who had just returned to Dumb Wind Town, was a little frightened by the scene before him.
The charred beams and broken walls were pressed against each other, and the broken load-bearing columns were inserted obliquely into the neighboring roofs.
The once bustling streets were reduced to endless belts of rubble, and even the Adventurer's Guild Hall built of granite was now reduced to just a few pillars sticking abruptly into the sky.
Most of the town was destroyed.
Walking down the street, I felt an uncomfortable sticky sensation on the soles of my boots. The ground was covered with coagulated blood, and I couldn't tell whether it came from monsters or humans.
There were also corpses everywhere, and people dealing with the corpses.
After the Demon Tide Crisis, the United Kingdom and the Adventurer's Guild jointly launched a reconstruction mission.
Most of the people here are here to accept missions.
In the center of the town, the corpse of a huge three-headed snake without a head was lying in the middle of the road.
There was a circle of venom around the snake's corpse, and no one present dared to deal with it.
I heard that it was the president of the Relics Association who arrived early alone.
Only then were most of the monsters that had already entered the town and wreaked havoc were killed, preventing the disaster from spreading further.
But even so, many residents of the town suffered casualties, and the adventurers suffered even worse.
I heard that among the adventurers who took on the gate-guarding mission, less than one-fifth survived.
Fortunately, I followed the boss's order and did not stay here, but ran to other places to find out the situation of the Duke's daughter.
Otherwise, with my limited strength, I would probably be one of the victims.
It is foreseeable that even if Yafeng Town is rebuilt later, it will be countless times more desolate than before.
Continuing forward, a relatively intact building appeared in front of Dylan, which made him marvel.
"The Rotten Willow Tavern actually survived!"
Although it was not completely fine, one wall of the tavern collapsed and there were obvious signs of burning around it.
But compared with the ruins next door, it is already a miracle!
Dylan walked into the tavern, intending to see the damage inside, but he didn't expect that someone was already there.
"Cole! You came back so quickly?"
The tavern owner looked up at the person who came and saw it was Dylan. He snorted disdainfully and continued to fix the chair with a broken leg.
"You didn't run away at all, did you?"
Cole then replied, "Why are you running away at your age? If the tavern is gone, you might as well just kill me."
Dylan gave him a thumbs up in admiration, what a ruthless man.
He is extremely lucky to have managed to survive this.
"But now that the town has become like this, how much business can you still have?"
Cole looked nonchalant and rubbed his rosacea:
"As long as the Amethyst Underground City is still there, this place will return to its original state sooner or later."
"So can we go down to the dungeon now?"
"What are you thinking? Of course not. The notice has already said that the dungeon will continue to be sealed for another half a month."
Dylan smacked his lips. Did he have to stay there for another half a month?
Other aspects don’t matter, the key is that the money is not enough.
I only brought five gold coins with me this time, but I didn't expect to stay outside for so long.
I'm almost out of money from drinking magic potions every day.
I miss the mycelium coffin board in the dungeon...
Dylan came to the counter, picked up the wooden cup and scooped a glass of wine from the wooden barrel under the counter.
"Is there no way to make money around here now?"
"Making money? Aren't those guys outside doing that?"
"Ahaha..." The bad wine slid down his throat, and the over-fermented sourness made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in comfort. "Cole, you know I'm not talking about those menial jobs."
Cole stopped his carpentry work and looked Dylan over.
"Why? Short of money?"
Dylan nodded: "We are short of money and in urgent need."
"Then..." Cole looked up and saw that there was no one else in the tavern except them. "There is something you can help me with."
The wooden trapdoor creaked with a sour sound, and Dylan followed Cole into the wine cellar.
The two men came to a large wine barrel.
"Help me transport these to Yufan Port. I'll give you three gold coins as a deposit. Once the job is done, the contact person will give you another seven. How do you think?"
As he spoke, Cole opened the lid of the barrel, and inside was full of monster materials and weapons and equipment, most of which were stained with dark red blood.
The unpleasant smell of these things together made Dylan lean back slightly: "Old man, you even make money from the dead?"
Apparently these were taken from dead monsters and adventurers, which is a definite violation of the rules.
"Just tell me whether you will do it or not!"
"Do it, why not!"
If he doesn't make money, his magic power will be exhausted and he will die.
"But there are so many, I can't carry them all out by myself. You're not going to arrange a carriage for me and let me walk on the main road, are you?"
Cole resealed the barrel.
"Of course we won't take the main road. You come again tonight. Four of us, one bag each, and we'll go through the forest to the west."
"Isn't it possible that we might encounter some monsters that we missed?"
"Otherwise why would I give you 10 gold coins? To help you?"
Dylan nodded, the tavern owner made sense.
When Dylan walked out of the Rotten Willow Tavern, he had three more gold coins in his pocket. He was going to buy a bottle of magic potion for use on the road.
What Dylan didn't know was that there was a book made of human skin emitting faint magical fluctuations, mixed in with the stolen goods that Cole showed him.
Careful readers must have discovered long ago that the two lines are not synchronized. For narrative needs, the surface timeline is moved a little later and will be synchronized back later.
(End of this chapter)
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