Chapter 12 Our Own People Our Own People
The gargoyles soared in the sky, and the monsters they passed by bowed their heads as if kneeling to their ruler.
Jack, who was caught in the hand, screamed in fear, and when he opened his mouth, strong wind blew into him, which was very torturous.
When he was placed at the entrance of the dungeon, he felt grateful for having survived a disaster.
But when he thought about how he had signed a slave contract with the gargoyle and became a slave of the monster, he felt complicated.
In his backpack were various props given to him by the gargoyle. After counting, there were more than ten kinds of items, all of which he had never seen before. There was also a weapon that was rarer than the greatsword. It could be said that it was a great harvest.
Moreover, the other party saved me and allowed me to avenge myself. He is clearly a great benefactor.
But being a servant to a monster is a bit...
When Jack thought about the scene of himself killing his companion, his hands and feet began to tremble. He could no longer tell whether he was afraid or for something else.
Maybe excitement?
Being able to return safely from the dungeon is certainly worth celebrating, but how should he explain this to others?
Especially Sekman, with so many people dead, his anger can be imagined.
Jack, Jack, whether you can survive depends entirely on your eloquence, you have to make up a good excuse.
After the gargoyle flew away, he lingered at the portal at the entrance for a long time. He couldn't think of a perfect reason, and finally left the dungeon with a bitter face.
The perspective turns back to the heroic gargoyle.
After seeing Jack off, he returned to where he should be, namely the BOSS room.
Because of his huge body, he had to bend down to pass through the fortress gate, but there was another way that did not require bending down.
"Remove the mimicry,"
At a command, the gargoyle's body turned into a point of light and dissipated, leaving behind a dry, staggering zombie.
It’s Gong Qiying!
"I don't feel used to changing back," he looked at his thin arms and legs, as if a gust of wind could break them. It was a far cry from the feeling of being so powerful and omnipotent when he transformed into a heroic gargoyle.
It turns out that it was him who crippled the black market dealer and signed a slave contract with Jack.
But why did he bother to do that?
"I haven't tried it since I unlocked the transformation privilege. I need to find someone to try it on."
Gong Qiying also wanted to try the feeling of turning into a Thunder Wolf Dragon, but it was too expensive.
However, killing the black market dealers was not a spur of the moment decision, but rather a premeditated act. He had been observing this team for a long time and learned of their identities through conversations.
Originally he just wanted to use them for training and didn't intend to really kill anyone, but when they planned to kill Jack, Gong Qiying changed his mind. He wanted to kill these morally corrupt guys once and for all.
He did this not because he had any friendship with Jack, but because he was simply unhappy with the ugly behavior of these people who were ungrateful and then destroyed their bridges.
However, there seemed to be some kind of restriction on the adventurer's teleportation crystals. As a monster, he couldn't even touch them, let alone take them off.
Only fellow adventurers can touch and remove the crystal.
As for Jack, he has become close friends with black market dealers. How can he be a good person?
Signing a slave contract with him, showing him the map, ordering him to bring more people, etc., were all the result of Gong Qiying's sudden inspiration.
He wanted to cultivate someone "of his own".
Since slave contracts involve souls, even he cannot sign more than three.
Jack doesn't need to do anything big, just lead the way.
As more and more people come to explore the Sen Dungeon, the map here will be figured out sooner or later. Instead of letting adventurers make a strategy, it is better for him to train one of his own and reveal the map information to Jack in advance.
When adventurers have a lot of exploration experience on the map of a certain area but are not yet particularly proficient, let Jack directly send out the complete guide to establish prestige among adventurers, such as "Dungeon Exploration Master" or something like that.
The value of a map that is about to be conquered has already decreased, so it is better to maximize its final value.
With him, he can also find out the movements of the adventurer group at any time. For him who cannot leave the dungeon freely, news from the outside world is crucial.
If Gong Qiying has new maps, traps, or monster designs that he wants to test in the future, he can just ask Jack to bring people over.
There are definitely other uses, but this was just an attempt made by Gong Qiying on a whim. I’ll think about other uses later.
"The dungeon will automatically clean up the corpses, which is good," he turned around to look at the corpses of the black market dealers, and he couldn't take his eyes away.
"Gulp," he swallowed involuntarily.
An instinctive impulse made Gong Qiying walk towards the corpse, gather the bloody pieces of flesh, and then take a deep breath.
White light flowed out from the corpse and merged into Gong Qiying's body, and his dry skin suddenly became shiny!
Although it still looks like skin and bones compared to a normal person, at least it looks a little moist and is no longer a mummy.
"The strength has become a little stronger?"
The zombie race can absorb the remaining life force from corpses to become stronger. Many necromancers like to summon zombies as cannon fodder.
It is said that there was a legendary necromancer who raised a small cannon fodder zombie into a king-level undead. Since then, there has been no news of a zombie with stronger power.
It's good that strength can be improved, but
"What good will this do me?"
Gong Qiying's expression became strange. As a dungeon lord hiding behind the scenes, the possibility of him fighting with others was even smaller than the possibility of a meteorite accurately smashing to death an ant.
Furthermore, apart from today's occasional situation, what he needs is adventurers to die and live again in his dungeon, die and live again, and die again, killing people in order to improve their own strength.
It's a bit of a loss.
If he could leave the dungeon one day, this ability might come in handy.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
At this moment, the crystal ball in his arms suddenly buzzed. Gong Qiying threw it into the sky. The fist-sized crystal ball immediately grew bigger and taller, showing the images of the adventurers.
He set it to pay special attention to the movements of Stellan and her group so that he would be reminded of any changes.
Gong Qiying didn't know why he cared so much about this group of people, when there were obviously many teams that were stronger and more interesting than them.
But he had a feeling that made him pay attention to these people.
Looking at the crystal ball, one can tell that Stellan's team has been separated.
Wilder and the surviving experts, Stellan and the big guy Xiuen, Ellie and Charon, the entire team was dispersed by the torrent of monsters and divided into three small groups, running around like headless flies, looking extremely embarrassed.
Xiuen lost an arm and his fighting power dropped sharply. If it weren't for Stellan protecting him, he would have been torn to pieces by the monsters. The monsters chasing them were also the strongest ones.
Ellie and Charon, the second strongest team in the team, have already shaken off the monsters and rushed into the depths of the swamp.
As for Wilder and the surviving experts
【The teleportation trap has been triggered! 】
“Waaaaaah!”
Wilder screamed without regard for his elegance, waving the dagger in his hand everywhere, and it hit the rock wall with a "bang", and the flying debris hit his forehead.
The pain woke him up.
"Where is this?"
His eyes suddenly widened, because the scenery before him was completely different from the foul-smelling swamp.
The towering trees, dense jungles, fresh and moist air, singing birds, and a town looming in the jungle in the distance are the middle level area of the Senn dungeon.
“Is this heaven?”
He was stunned for a moment.
“Rustle, rustle—”
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the bushes behind him, and Wilder's mood, which had just relaxed, became tense again!
What on earth is that in the bushes!?
“Pika Pika.”
(End of this chapter)
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