Capítulo 1151: D471.SPiCa
The night was deep and silent.
Even the adventurers who were drinking heavily at the tavern not long ago had staggered back to their beds, but in the depths of the Plain Ancient City’s sewer, gentle and steady footsteps echoed.
In the passageway devoid of light, the girl advanced step by step with a steady stride.
The air was filled with a lively scent, damp, decaying, fernting… Even though the sewer underwent regular cleaning, it could never be described as pleasant.
Yet, surrounded by this intense odor, the hero’s expression did not change a bit. Her erald green eyes shone with dazzling divine light, making the darkness have nowhere to hide.
Wherever she went, she left behind radiant footprints, with pure holy magic spreading out to cleanse all filth and evil.
“It’s been a long ti since I last ca to the sewer.”
She muttered to herself as she progressed steadily towards her target, with no intention of concealing her presence.
Because her quarry was doing the sa.
“Plague Elf, huh…”
By embedding eggs carrying disease into the fish of the dungeon and then silently infecting humans through the food chain, although it landed from the dungeon less than two days ago, the disease spread aboveground at an astonishing speed.
After extinguishing that fragnt, the hero traced the lingering magical aura to the underground sewer. Although yet to directly encounter the creature’s main body, she had already gathered sufficient intelligence.
“Truly a troubleso existence,” she softly comnted, “even if the Ancient Capital Bishop brought her adventurer companions, they might not be able to handle it.”
The Plague Elf, the Pale Knight, the first herald of the apocalypse.
In ancient legends, it is described as the beginning of the end directly reaching the Divine Domain.
No wonder it almost made no effort to hide its activities.
It’s not that it wasn’t cautious, it just didn’t need to be.
Though the profession guilds of the Ancient City remain clueless, from the hero’s perspective, the opponent indeed had no intent to disguise.
The difficulty in noticing it was rely due to its inherent nature.
Like a speck of dust floating before ordinary people, yet often unseen by human eyes.
It’s not that the dust is intentionally hiding itself, but rather that ordinary people’s vision is insufficient to perceive its existence.
The difference between the Plague Knight and dust is that even such faint magical power is enough to put ordinary people to death.
That is the deadliness of plague pathogens; even if detected, humans are powerless against them.
So, despite its highly concealed plague form, after erging from the dungeon, the Plague Knight didn’t make any effort to erase its traces of spread.
Even for high-level adventurers teaming up, they must be extrely cautious to handle this type of fantasy creature, yet the girl walking on the path to the Demon Nest showed not a hint of hesitation.
Though her pace seed leisurely, like a casual stroll, in a short ti, she had navigated out of the complex waterways, arriving at a vast cavity deep underground.
This was a congregation point for sewage, almost the size of a small lake, with a stench in the air approaching toxic levels.
The entire district’s sewage was channeled here, initially purified at intervals, then sent through deeper filtration pools to treatnt plants, and after several processes, eventually discharged into rivers or groundwater.
As a landlocked city with precious water resources, the planners of the Plain Ancient City were not re barbarians swinging swords, but had city planning skills worthy of the na of the four great cities.
Therefore, this lake-like sewage concentration pool should have been in a state of ceaseless flow, and the air pollution should not have been this severe.
However, at that mont, the sewage pool was as still as stagnant water.
As the girl stood on the lakeshore, her holy spirit light pierced through the murky air, finally causing the water surface to ripple.
The tiny ripples grew violent, turning into boiling waves reaching the heart of the lake.
A horrifying magical aura rose slowly from deep beneath the water.
An embodint of a fantasy species, a herald of death, a harbinger of apocalypse…
Indeed, it deserved all these formidable titles.
But—
“I’m not afraid of you, okay?” The girl tilted her head, stepping forward as her clean boots stamped heavily on the filthy water surface.
[Hero activates skill: Dawn Battle Maiden]
—You picked the wrong opponent with your arrogance.
A silent declaration fell.
As if a sun rose underground, the light in the subterranean space suddenly intensified, radiant as a blazing sun, almost turning into substance, thoroughly suppressing the oncoming wind of death.
The gray-black sewage cleared rapidly under the intense light.
In just one step, the lakeside centering on the girl beca as clear as the icy lake of the Heavenly Mountain, distinct from the still roiling filth several dozen ters away.
[Hero activates transformation:]
1.5. Star
2.6. Moon
3.7. Flower
4.8. Dance
9. Fusion
10. Great Success/Great Failure
D10=8
♛: Praying Light Dancer
Strength: 392|Agility: 332|Constitution: 1467|Intelligence: 631|Perception: 348|Charm: 574
“After all, this is where everyone lives.”
The hero’s tone was calm.
“We still need to make it cleaner.”
The second step landed.
A blazing fire ignited on the lake surface.
A violent heatwave disturbed the air, dispersing the filth with raging wind.
Sparks danced behind her, as her skirt and long hair lifted by the air currents.
The finger claw clasped in her hand was instantly heated to a vermillion glow, yet the girl’s fair fingers remained unscathed, harboring violence powerful enough to crush all evil.
Yet she didn’t launch an imdiate attack.
“However, before making a move…”
The girl’s golden eyes gazed calmly at the center of the lake.
“I still hope we can have at least a minimal conversation.”
The Concept Elf itself is beyond good and evil.
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Though for humankind, disease is undoubtedly terrifying and reviled, just as a Knowledge Hunter may also harvest souls, the Plague Elf, despite spreading disease, itself may not necessarily harbor malice towards humans.
The Plague Elf in front of us has not yet caused large-scale casualties.
They were indeed born from calamity, but they’re not necessarily the source of it.
In fact, those calamities themselves might well have been caused by humankind’s own hands.
However, since the other party has shown intent and signs of harming humankind, the Hero will not hesitate to kill it directly.
Nevertheless, before taking action, she still offered a chance for dialogue.
“——Are you an evil elf?”
[Hero activates Skill: Brainstorm – Opinion Inquiry]
[What is your evil index? (50 is Goblin, 70 )]
D100=58
“Hiss——”
From the depths of the lake, ca the whispers of the elf.
It was not a language humans could understand, akin to the churning of a stomach ache, or the ringing in the ears during a high fever.
Even veteran Elf Mages would need to put in considerable effort to discern that intention.
But the mont she heard the voice, the Hero’s eyes turned ice cold.
She already completely understood —— this creature deserved to die.
Soon, tens of thousands of fish floated up from the lake.
The number was comparable to Shipwreck Fish, with every single fish having scales peeling off, and their bodies rotting, wounds crawling with innurable white rice-like specks, which were all larval eggs, parasitic maggots.
Within the nurous schools of fish, there were also bodies of various other creatures, including cats, dogs, birds, large rats — and humans.
Even without any mystical elents, the violence of this sight was enough to break a normal person’s spirit.
Yet the Hero’s expression did not waver in the slightest, only the golden eyes burned with rciless flas.
Without another word, she took a third step.
Her leather boots incinerated instantly, and she stood barefoot on the void, the next mont soaring into the air.
Simultaneously, in the murky air, amidst the clustering of corpse soldiers, a humanoid figure composed of haze-like cold white mist erged at the center.
It held a longbow, gray-white mist swirled into a Magic Arrow, aiming from afar at the airborne maiden.
[Hero activates Skill: Nocturnal Star Dawn – Purity Eternal Dance]
[Since Agility is fixed at maximum value 332, higher than Plague Knight’s Agility 245, the dance defaults to success]
[The Praying Light Dancer attains Night Form, “Pure Holy Fla Sea” (environntal damage diffusion Constitution/10 per turn) transforms into “Silver Heaven Star Sea”]
Under the aim of the plague arrow, the girl’s form spread into countless light particles, vanishing in an instant.
Then, the blazing flas by the lakeside and the dazzling holy light extinguished.
The murky lake water quickly eroded away the just-cleansed area, transforming into mighty waves crashing heavily against the shore.
The Plague Elf, who was struggling against the overwhelming oppressive aura akin to a natural enemy, had scarlet eyes flickering beneath its armor, as if slightly confused.
In its Perception, that uninvited maiden seed to suddenly vanish, and the army composed of infected entities and corpses montarily paused.
The Magic Arrow, strung up by countless pathogens, yet found no target, unsure where to shoot, thus slowly released.
Suddenly, a wisp of starlight fell.
The Pale Knight realized sothing, hastily bent the bow and notched an arrow, aiming towards the sky——
Its action halted.
Yes, the sky.
In this underground waterway cave, where the ceiling should’ve consisted of stone, a brilliant night sky adorned with boundless stars unfolded.
The silvery starry sky, akin to daylight, transford into the dancer’s skirt, stars rolling with her motions spelled out a path of condemnation.
[Hero activates Skill: Grudge Deeply Engraved (0.5 minimum), Lonely (D2), Apocalypse Battle Dance ( D146)]
[Hero activates Skill: Sacrifice (3D Strength 2D Agility Constitution)]
[The minimum value is 2387, exceeding the resistance cap of the Pale Knight, no further check required]
The next mont, transforming into light particles, the Hero materialized over the centre of the polluted lake.
And at the instant the Plague Knight looked up, her dance steps fell on the final beat.
As if declaring, this foul lowly existence didn’t even deserve the privilege to gaze upon her dance,
The goddess in the starry sky didn’t cast a sympathetic glance towards the filthy earth, rely turning away, her skirt lightly billowing.
The next second, thousands of stars fell in jubilant applause, as if cheering for that supre dance, the silvery white rain of light poured down, and the radiant constellations instantly engulfing the entire underground waterway.
Starfire burst, and the whole city slightly trembled under the blast.
As for whether the arrow was ultimately released, it no longer mattered.
[Hero killed Pale Knight R7 LV75]
[Hero gained 600,000 Experience]
[Hero’s Level Increased]
[Hero Leveled Up to LV90 318508/365600]
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
[Hero’s Next Action ——]
1. Go to the Dungeon
2. Brother Arrives
3. Mother Arrives
4. Forbidden Breath
5. Hero Summon Technique
6. ssage from Father
7. Call from the Dungeon
8. Pale Knight’s Artifact
9. Too many Goblins in the Dungeon! (?)
10. Great Success/Extre Failure
D10=7
♛: Call from the Dungeon
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