Chapter 1463: Chapter 902: There’s Actually a Place Called Yanor Londo?_2

Without even getting a clear look at the attacker, he swung his Blade of Chaos swiftly towards the enemy.

The blade, born from chaos, burst into Chaos Flame the instant it slashed through the air, extending the blade by several centimeters. The high-temperature blade hit the enemy instantly.

"Bang!"

When Fingerley felt the impact of his attack, he immediately looked surprised.

Firstly, the sensation from the blade was unexpectedly hard, as if it struck something harder than iron. Although the sharpness of the Blade of Chaos, enhanced by the Flame Enchantment and Fingerley’s sheer strength, did slice the enemy in two, it required more effort than anticipated.

Secondly...

"Why the hell is this damn blade sucking my blood!?"

Fingerley flung the Blade of Chaos aside, and it clattered to the ground, lying next to the bisected Living Dead Soldiers with crystals all over its body.

He had no time to inspect the crystals on the corpse of the Living Dead Soldiers. He looked at his still slightly trembling right hand that held the blade, his face turning a bit grim.

The good news: the Blade of Chaos cut through iron like it’s nothing and came with Chaos Flame, truly a rare divine weapon.

The bad news: this thing sucks the user’s blood. The more you use it, the more it absorbs. However, the more blood it absorbs, the higher the sword’s attack power grows...

[Blade of Chaos]

[The weapon born from the soul of Krag, daughter of the Izalith Witch who transformed into a Chaos Demon]

[Retaining only Krag’s chaotic nature, its blade features special spot-like patterns, a magic sword that erodes both enemy and user]

Fingerley reviewed the Blade of Chaos’s description and suddenly had an awkward expression.

"I thought the erosion was just a figure of speech..."

Adventurers, during their explorations, often encounter gear rumored to "erode the user," "control the user," or "harm the user," but are actually just myths. However, adjusting to Sain Dungeon still proves challenging for him.

Perhaps it’s also because Sain Dungeon seldom offers weapons with such negative effects on users.

Fingerley stowed the Blade of Chaos away with a complicated expression and switched back to his handy dual blades.

He wasn’t entirely opposed to using weapons with obvious side effects if the benefits outweighed them, but...

This kind of thing clearly isn’t for everyday use — more like a special trick to show off when facing elite or even boss monsters.

Luckily, the exchange reward, such as the Giant Puppet Ring, hadn’t caused any issues. Otherwise, Fingerley would seriously start questioning his judgment.

Only now did he have the leisure to inspect the enemy’s corpse.

The attacker was unmistakably a Living Dead Soldier, yet unlike ordinary ones, this figure was covered with densely packed azure crystal clusters on its body, resembling some animated mineral.

"Wouldn’t such an appearance make it a natural ambusher if it just squatted in a random mine?"

Just as Fingerley said this mockery, he paused, then quickly covered his mouth and glanced nervously around the empty surroundings.

He hoped the Sain Dungeon hadn’t overheard and learned that idea; that’d be disastrous!

"These crystals certainly seem hard enough and somehow familiar... Huh? When did I get hurt?"

Fingerley suddenly noticed a long but shallow cut on his sword-wielding right arm. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a result of crystal debris from hacking the Living Dead Soldiers.

This confirmed once and for all the extraordinary hardness of the crystal material.

"I should’ve brought a blunt weapon. Yet, it’s still uncertain whether there’ll be many more such enemies later."

Just then, Fingerley’s peripheral vision caught sight of a blue figure flashing by at another corner down the hallway, obviously another Crystal Living Corpse.

"Think you can hide there to ambush me?"

He charged forward, enveloping his dual blades with Fighting Qi to approximate a blunt object, planning to shatter the crystals on the living corpse.

"Hum hum hum!"

A booming but menacing voice interrupted his thoughts, accompanied by a rumbling sound akin to a charging elephant.

Fingerley glanced over to see a massive boar clad entirely in Steel Armor charging toward him at full speed!

The Crystal Living Corpse was hanging beneath the giant boar’s belly.

He had encountered this type of foe once in the Undead Town Outside the City, though it was far smaller than the one before him now. This giant boar held intimidation comparable to a Mud Fish Dragon!

The boar reached Fingerley’s position almost instantly; with no time to evade, he extended his muscular arms to grasp the boar’s tusks, intending to wrestle with it!

The next moment, the boar’s momentum pushed Fingerley back, igniting sparks beneath his feet as they skidded across the floor, stopping only upon reaching the wall behind him.

"Argh!"

Fingerley roared as he countered with his body and strength, already enhanced to a significantly higher level.

"Boom!"

With a resounding crash, the wall behind him cracked under the force of his push, the giant boar letting out a choking snort of surprise.

Fingerley had halted the boar’s charge!

"A mere boar, no match for my well-exercised body!"

He roared with vigor, delivering a powerful punch to the boar’s steel-forged helmet, sending sparks flying everywhere. His hand armor and the boar’s helmet shattered simultaneously, spilling blood from both sides.

The giant boar’s pained howl echoed throughout the entire hallway.

Seconds later, the boar furiously charged about, while Fingerley clung tightly to its back. Drawing a blade from his waist, he plunged it into the helmet’s hole!

"Boom!"

The tremendous body of the boar hit the ground, sending tremors through the earth.

Exhausted, Fingerley lifted the boar’s carcass, wriggling out from beneath the heavy mass with only minor injury, far less than he anticipated despite the ruckus it caused.

"Quick victory is necessary against this kind of enemy."

If he couldn’t eliminate the boar with initial brute force, one could end up facing its constant rampaging down the narrow corridor, potentially incurring higher injury.

He now understood why so many preferred cumbersome great swords for combat.

"Taking this down should clear the way..."

"Hum hum hum!" "Hum!"

Fingerley’s words trailed off as two pairs of glowing red eyes appeared further along the corridor.

Just like this giant boar, he’d have to contend with two of them in one go!

"I can’t believe you, Sain Dungeon!"

Fingerley’s frustrated shout echoed far and wide.

After an indeterminate time, he finally emerged from the corridor, marred by numerous boar bite marks and without a trace of joy on his face.

For at the corridor’s end was a large elevator, requiring a lever to operate.

This large elevator stood across a vast hallway, which, within it...

The hall was crowded with sixteen Crystal Living Corpses, wielding assorted weapons and each shielded. Additionally, a Six-eyed Preacher attended, augmenting them with Beneficial Magic.

Incidentally, the Six-eyed Preacher could teleport away with magic at will.

"Aargh!"

Fingerley charged forward with a shout, the scene filled with the sound of shattering crystals—a somewhat cathartic noise.

After a span of time, silence fell, leaving only the staggered sound of his footsteps.

Then, in the next moment...

"Click..."

The lever of the large elevator was pulled.