In any case, it’s all about "kill".
As the leader, Jula could sense everyone entering and exiting the safety zone. Anyone certified by him as trustworthy could enter freely, while those not certified would trigger alarms. Those certified were his forces within this safety zone.
"This Dungeon is utterly bloodthirsty."
Jula couldn’t help but mutter to himself. From his perspective, to accomplish anything in Sain Dungeon, killing was inevitable; only through slaughter could one attain their true desires.
However.
"This aligns perfectly with our traditions, excellent, it can help eliminate the weak. I’ve waited too long for such an opportunity."
He had certainly heard various unpleasant rumors regarding Twilight Dungeon, but compared to the reality of the benefits laid before him, those benefits were of utmost importance.
Within the World Bubble that connects to Sain Ancient City, there were crucial regions such as Yanor Londo, Frozen Yanor Londo, Cold Valley’s Yirushi’er, etc. Jula gazed at these World Bubbles, each holding infinite possibilities, his eyes revealing a greedy glint.
No matter which World Bubble he randomly entered, he would receive invaluable rewards.
Jula couldn’t help but envision a bright future, with his troops occupying Twilight Dungeon’s Teleportation Gate, his power would undoubtedly surge and leave other rebel army units behind, by then everything would be—
"Puh!"
The ground behind him suddenly erupted from below.
"You!"
Sensing the threat instantly, Jula unleashed his arm’s power, making it swell larger than his body, swinging it horizontally behind him.
And it hit empty air.
"Ahhhh!"
The surrounding soldiers let out a series of screams, twisted cries akin to facing immense horror. When Jula followed the sound to look, he saw.
His elite soldiers were all lying on the ground, frantically scratching their bodies as they rolled around, each expressing extreme agony.
"What have you done... Onora!"
The culprit causing all this stood before the soldiers—Onora!
Jula glared, his eyes bloodshot red. Despite sharing vision with the Great Safety Zone soldiers to monitor Onora, how was she still able to appear here?
"I’ve always been better at controlling the flesh than you, Jula."
Onora chuckled, at this moment she left behind was merely an empty shell.
"You managed to catch up..."
Jula squinted his eyes, having located him in such a short time, could it be that this woman’s power had already...
Stepping back half a step discretely, he glanced at the soldiers who gradually stopped struggling, asking in a steady voice, "What did you do to them?"
He’d never seen Onora possess the means to turn strong Demon Clan members into such a state.
"Not telling you."
Just after Onora finished her words, she dashed toward him, turning into a black meteor in her charge.
Something’s wrong! She’s gotten stronger!
Jula swung his arm to explode like a bomb, then turned to escape, racing towards the Great Safety Zone.
Run!
Regardless of the Small Safe Zone leader position, being able to assess the situation, he decisively chose to flee.
"Trying to escape?"
Onora’s voice chased him like a ghost amidst the explosion, her silhouette nearly shadowing his, claws carving deep wounds on Jula’s back.
"Ah!"
Jula erupted spikes like a hedgehog attempting to repel her, yet the recent injuries brought him unimaginable pain, as though her claws never left, continuously boring into the wounds and infiltrating his healthy body.
Meanwhile, incomprehensible mumblings appeared in his mind, making his spirit momentarily dazed.
What the hell is this!?
Jula slammed his throbbing head, sprouting several pairs of wings that lifted him skyward toward the Great Safety Zone.
Onora chose Flying Skill to chase intently, sporadically casting magic interference. She was toying with her prey.
"How has this woman become so powerful?"
Jula was bewildered, either Onora had been hiding her abilities, or she had attained some new opportunity.
Could it be she acquired some advantages inside Sain Dungeon?
Dammit, I was here first!
The two continued their chase, Jula repeatedly encountering traps and being released; he felt immense humiliation from this.
Every injury caused by Onora made the mumblings in his head louder.
At this moment, the giant bonfire finally appeared before him.
Rebel army and Demon King Army soldiers killed and resurrected, in a continuous cycle of slaughtering, the scene turned into a hell-like spectacle, hardly-formed buildings were entirely demolished.
"Boom!"
Jula finally couldn’t withstand the assault, crashing headfirst into the earth, creating a deep pit on impact.
"Damn, damn it!"
Crawling from the pit, foul Demon Clan curses spilled from his mouth, behind him Onora descended, yet at this moment, unfamiliar voices reached him.
"Ahhhh! The house bestowed by Mad Fire God completely destroyed!"
"What sort of heartless person could’ve done this!"
Two Mad Fire Cultists knelt on the ground, crying out at their annihilated house, hot tears streaming down their faces.
"Those fools..."
Jula glanced but no longer focused on these minor characters.
He was among the first to discover other forces in the Dungeon, thus preparing early. He hadn’t expected Onora’s attack so soon, unable to muster a large army from the Dungeon before being forced into battle.
"Onora, you truly surprise me."
Jula struggled to stand, the healing of his wounds slowing, yet his fierceness drove him to charge forward.
"Our legion has arrived!" He shouted.
Following these words, indeed a vast number of rebel army soldiers appeared in the distance.
Though it was their first entry into the Dungeon, unfamiliar territory, they were guided by their commander, surging toward the Great Safety Zone.
Total... over a thousand!
"Hmm?"
Onora glanced casually at the rebel army encircling the Great Safety Zone, her demeanor unconcerned as if they were mere cabbages.
The more people, the better; she could test her limits.
"Hahaha, no matter how strong you are, it’s impossible to fight my legion!"
Jula waved his hand, the dark mass of soldiers charging forward, while Onora assumed a combat stance that didn’t match her persona.
"Mad Fire God, may you unleash your wrath upon them!"
"Return the house we painstakingly built!"
As the great battle was about to erupt, those two Mad Fire Cultists, like weeds being ignored, voiced their bloody-tear complaint.
What house, weren’t those built by us? Jula warily glanced at these two before suddenly dodging to gain space.
Because these two seemingly weak Mad Fire Cultists...
Their tears gathered on the ground, forming a river belonging to Mad Fire.
Now their threat was a hundred times greater than Onora!
"Ahhh—"
The Mad Fire Cultists let out a howl entirely unlike humans, the river of Mad Fire boiled.
It exploded into a rain of fire, descending evenly upon the nearby unlucky Demon Clan soldiers.
Thus, more wails commenced at the scene, yet those wails did not persist for long.
They were covered by chants of "Praise the God of Fire".
"Praise Mad Fire God! Praise Mad Fire God!"
"You too, join in praising Mad Fire God!"
Infected soldiers lunged at their former comrades, an unexpected slaughter had commenced.
"Wh-what’s going on?"
Abyss Legion members cautiously poked their head out from the Teleportation Gate, backing away in fear from the scene.
"What’s inside?" Someone curiously asked him.
"Not telling, not telling..."