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Chapter 379: 393: Dungeon Zone
Chapter 379: Chapter 393: Dungeon Zone
Following the Goblin Head Chef’s instructions, Lancelot arrived at the entrance to a filthy alleyway. At the end of the passage was a deep hole from which came occasional howls filled with pain and resentment. These peculiar sounds, Lancelot remembered, could only be made by Aberrant Demons with distorted vocal cords and lungs; he had heard them before while searching for a missing Gray Dwarf mining team.
Of course, Lancelot didn’t kill the Goblin Head Chef to keep the mission secret, but he also didn’t dare to rely on the so-called water from the Stygian River provided by the goblin himself. With a simple Divine Skill (a forceful slap with the heel of his palm to the back of the neck), he ensured that Chef Rotfoot would enjoy at least two hours of deep, undisturbable sleep.
The Goblin Head Chef told Lancelot that the hole led directly to the Dungeon area. Sometimes, to save trouble, the goblins would throw some kitchen waste into it, thinking it was a good deed to provide extra meals for the Demons trapped inside.
“Jumping again?” The skeleton flew a circle around the large hole on the ground, “Do you need me to go down first and check?”
“No need.”
Lancelot shook his head. With vision enhanced by Foundation Establishment, he could see through the darkness of the hole. The ground below was not far, about twenty feet, but it was a distance that Demons without the ability to fly could not reach. Although the Goblin Head Chef claimed they often dumped trash in there, and the remnants around the edge of the hole confirmed it, there was nothing down there at the moment, likely eaten by the banished creatures inside.
...
Unlike the dungeons of castles among mortals, with just a few cells, the Dungeon in the Demon Castle was much larger and resembled a maze, serving not only as a prison but also as a place of banishment. The Demon Lord would throw his underlings who offended him but whose crimes were not worthy of death inside, usually imposing some ultimate curse on them, such as ‘Promotion’ to an Aberrant Demon.
Lancelot formed a simple Dharma Decree to summon a weak Fireball and threw it into the hole. Four Aberrant Demons were attracted by the light of the fireball, but when they found nothing else, they seemed to feel deceived and roared angrily upwards.
“I’m left with just a skull, so I’m not too picky anymore,” the skull replied, its floating form unsteadily moving beside him. It glanced at the chopped-up remains of the demon’s corpse, “But didn’t you just attack an enemy who had thrown away their weapon and was fleeing? Isn’t that against the chivalry of a knight?”
“Don’t you think killing it was the merciful thing to do?” Lancelot shrugged, “Besides, demons don’t count as people.”
“Fair point,” Cromwell acceded, then looked around, suddenly uncertain. They were in a small hall with many outlets, and the circular walls had six exits; Cromwell’s ‘stick-to-the-right labyrinth navigation method’ might not be very effective here.
“Do you feel it?”
Lancelot’s voice arose directly in the skull’s mind. It turned its head and saw its master staring intently at one of the exits, Frostslash clenched tightly in his hand,
“Feel what?” The skull was startled by his tense demeanor, “Elothysia’s presence?”
“Yeah, and quite a few other things,” Lancelot’s expression was very serious, “Listen, we need to practice some teamwork...”
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