In both public and private matters, Onora must defend this Fran Fortress Safety Zone to the end!
Absolutely cannot hand it over to anyone!
"Alright, go now to requisition soldiers to guard this place."
Onora muttered to herself.
The operation by Gong Qiying was indeed correct. For the Demon Clan currently, resources are the biggest demand. Even if there were no chaos, they would still rush into the Sain Dungeon. Especially now, the World Bubble is incredibly alluring to the Demon Clan.
However, providing resources to the Demon Clan means that they will also grow stronger, possibly posing a disadvantage to creatures on the other continent?
Gong Qiying has considered this situation; thus, the area the Demon Clan enters through the World Bubble is completely isolated, ensuring they will never encounter any adventurers, nor have any means to see adventurers inside the dungeon.
As for them growing with the dungeon resources and counterattacking the Eastern Continent...
In Gong Qiying’s current design, will such a day truly arrive?
Onora walked towards the Great Safety Zone, preparing to leave the dungeon through the Teleportation Gate and return to the army to mobilize and dispatch troops.
She pondered how to arrange the defenses of the Safety Zone to make them flawless.
The threats to the Safety Zone are mainly from two aspects. One is the sporadic monster attacks, and the other is the attacks from other people entering this dungeon.
Other Demon Clan attacks need not be overly concerned because all Demon Clans entering here are allies, or ninety-nine percent are allies. Sometimes one cannot speak too absolutely.
The irregular monster attacks are a troublesome matter. The monsters appearing inside Fran Fort are just those types, and besides Gollum, both the Crystal Elders and Soul-sucking Ghosts can challenge her underlings.
What if Fran Undead Team is summoned?
Then it’ll really rely on oneself to guard and defend, but she cannot stay in the dungeon for extended periods, even staying near the Teleportation Gate continuously is impossible.
"Must train more personnel."
How quietly guide her subordinates to believe in the Abyss like herself, now that many in the Demon King Army resent the Abyss, must consider carefully what to do...
"Might as well soak them in the Abyss."
Finally, Onora came to a simple, straightforward conclusion, using the brainwashing trait of the Abyss to transform her commanders contaminated by it.
Walking and thinking about the list of those to be transformed next, she soon reached the vicinity of the Great Safety Zone and looked up.
"Hm?"
Onora was rare to be startled.
In Chrono’s report, the Great Safety Zone was supposed to be a barren land...
Not only barren land but also covered with ash, hard to clean up, impossible to conduct regular activities without thorough clearing.
"Where did these buildings come from?"
At this moment, in the Great Safety Zone, houses being constructed were forming almost a crude neighborhood around a giant bonfire!
Moreover, the building style is of the most common Demon Clan architectural appearance, obviously built by Demon Clan, crookedly and not professionally done.
"Could it be that Chrono sent someone here to build houses...?"
Onora twitched her eye edges, cautiously stepping into the Great Safety Zone, searching from house to house, yet completely failed to find anyone else, not even sensing any trace of other Demon Clan.
This is due to the automatic purification systems installed in the Sain Dungeon for both Great and Small Safe Zones, naturally eliminating Demon Clan scent.
"Truly no one?"
Onora grew increasingly puzzled looking at these buildings, the Sain Dungeon never mentioned safe zones would sprout houses on their own, what on Earth is happening?
No matter, inspect these structures for any dangers first, then go back to ask Chrono.
Rarely among Demon Clans capable of using Magic, Onora meticulously tested each house with Magic, detecting absolutely no suspicious elements, these were merely simple regular houses.
Just as she confirmed there was no issue and prepared to leave, she suddenly halted, swiftly darting into the shadows of nearby buildings, enlarging her perception.
She detected footsteps, two people.
"Oh oh oh! Houses have increased again, isn’t Sain Dungeon too advanced!"
"This time we brought back more materials, should build more houses now."
The sound of wood and materials being dumped onto the ground came.
Someone transporting materials to build houses here? Onora raised her eyebrows.
"When Sect Hierarch Dorian returns, he will surely be surprised by these houses, hahaha!"
Dorian?
Onora keenly sensed this memorable name, recalling how that guy’s Mad Fire burned the Great Demon Tree, she felt rather uncomfortable.
The talking two approached, and she finally sniffed the nauseating scent of Mad Fire, unmistakably, they were Mad Fire Cultists!
Why are they here!? This news was like a bolt from the blue to Onora, striking suddenly.
The envisioned reality of the Sain Dungeon lacking adversarial Demon Clans declared finished.
Does it mean the Sain Dungeon Teleportation Gate opened in Mad Fire God Sect’s domain?
Can’t tolerate, not even a bit, I’ll kill them now.
Onora was set to kill these two Mad Fire Cultists, but before acting, intuition suggested matters weren’t so simple.
Then wait for a while, watching what unfolds.
She vaulted onto the rooftop, transformed by the Abyss into a mass of Black Mud, perfectly blending with rooftop shadows.
In Onora’s field of view, the two Mad Fire Cultists enthusiastically put down fresh-cut timber and spoke many words of gratitude to the giant bonfire, then left, seemingly energetically to fetch more timber.
Can the forest endure such treatment?
Did these Mad Fire Cultists just say the Great Safety Zone will autonomously turn timber into houses? Onora was exceedingly curious about this process, watching wide-eyed, tapping scattered timber on the ground.
Ever since entering the Sain Dungeon, she forgot about her mysterious eye-patched setting, completely carried away.
After waiting nearly an hour, nothing was seen, the scattered timber never got pulled up by mysterious force for autonomous construction.
But she awaited another unexpected person.
"Ulysses?"
Onora saw her former subordinate!
Ulysses glanced out from the Teleportation Gate, spotting scattered timber materials, immediately waved, several Demon Clan underlings rushed up grabbing materials and dashed off, everyone appeared nervously like thieves.
Doing what?
In under a minute, the laboriously gathered timber by Mad Fire Cultists got cleared completely.
"...?"
A single question mark couldn’t suffice to express Onora’s inner query.
Wait wait, since the timber got moved, then where did these houses come from, didn’t Mad Fire Cultists suspect anything?
Then she saw approaching from afar, General Jula and his men, constructing houses professionally, using their own flesh and blood.
This group completed several houses, rested briefly, then explored other zones, before long Mad Fire Cultists return, praising the newly built houses, endlessly hailing Sain Dungeon, hailing Mad Fire God.
"..."
Onora couldn’t help covering her face.
"What the heck are these lunatics up to...."
What exactly did she witness from the rooftop?