CHAPTER 576: CHAPTER 390: ELDERLY, I WILL KILL YOU! (PART 2)

However, during this process, they encountered something unexpected...

The main course suddenly appeared in front of them!

"Wait a minute, why is the Fog Gate here?"

Luluwo found the mechanism and opened the main gate of the Yanor Londo castle, creating a shortcut of sorts.

However, at the end of the road directly facing the gate, where in the Painting World should have been the battlefield of bosses Ornstein and Smough, was now covered in a layer of white fog.

Just approaching it a little distances away, an immensely evil and powerful aura seeped through the Fog Gate, making one feel chills, unable to even consider approaching.

This evil aura instantly shattered the "spring outing"-like atmosphere for the two, bringing them back to reality that they were in the perilous Dungeon.

"Could this be the missing Ember King, Deep Saint Elderly?" guessed Luluwo. "There’s information suggesting that he has collaborated with Shalivan. His main form isn’t in his power base at the Deep Church, and not only in Yilushier but also in Yanor Londo, Deep Bishops and rot belonging to him have appeared...."

Then she mumbled to herself curiously, "But why would he come here? Surely it’s not to find Gwendolin to transmit fire, could it be to attack the Royal City with Shalivan?"

Elsa frowned slightly, turned around, and walked back towards where the giant Blacksmith was, with Luluwo quickly following behind, not daring to stay alone in this eerie and strange place.

It was her first time having absolutely no desire to explore the boss beyond the Fog Gate!

After some time, they reached the location of the giant Blacksmith, just a turn away from seeing the other party.

The sound of smithing and forging still hadn’t been heard; this guy must be sleeping again.

Standing at a spot just a bit away from seeing the giant, Elsa couldn’t help but feel inexplicably nervous. She tidied up her wrinkled clothes from battle, purposely putting on a carved rusty iron ring, contemplating how to start the conversation.

Here it comes, here it comes, the first time seeing the residual shadow of the Painting World in the Dungeon!

"What are you hesitating for? Go on!"

Luluwo giggled and gave Elsa a little push, causing her to jog a couple of steps forward, with a small accusatory expression on her face.

But that accusation quickly faded, replaced with a beaming sunny smile, as she lifted her head.

"Clang——"

Luluwo was just about to walk back, since Elsa was very shy, and if she stayed nearby, the little girl might not open up genuinely.

So she considerately walked away, planning to come back in a few minutes to check.

However, just after taking a few steps, a loud noise from behind drew her attention back, and looking back, the greatsword had fallen to the ground.

"Excited to the point of dropping your weapon?"

Impossible, no matter how she thought about it, thus she turned back and laughed:

"What’s the matter, so excited...oh my god!!!"

Luluwo suddenly leaped back, her back hitting the wall, the fiery painful sensation slightly sobering her agitated mood.

Looking back, it wasn’t the greatsword that fell, but Elsa who fell on the ground, causing the greatsword on her back to crash to the floor.

And now, that petite body seemed petrified, just sitting there staring at what was in front of her.

Motionless.

"Stop looking!"

Luluwo flung her hand, covering the other’s eyes with a cloth-wrapped chain, then rushed over to hug her, glaring at the corner with clenched teeth, murmuring under her breath:

"Truly wicked, Sain..."

In some sense, the giant Blacksmith was indeed sitting there, the lower half that Elsa saw earlier was real.

However, the key point was...

The giant Blacksmith only had that lower half left.

Untempered weapons scattered all over, the quenching barrel long dried up.

The giant lay on the ground, the upper body entirely covered by writhing black sludge, occasionally a faint sound could still be heard.

Listen, there’s a "crunch crunch" sound.

It’s the sound of chewing.

A light point hovered next to the black sludge, and Luluwo shot out a chain to pull it over.

[Giant Embers]

[The ashes remaining after life, of the past giant Blacksmith in Yanor Londo, said to have become a Blacksmith of the Gods with exquisite skills]

[Giving this item to another blacksmith will enhance the blacksmith’s skills]

At this moment, the black sludge feasting on the giant Blacksmith discovered the two of them and surged over menacingly.

"Elderly’s rot!?"

As the omniscient of the Dungeon, Luluwo naturally recognized the origin of the black sludge, could it be the culprit behind the death of the giant Blacksmith?

As she uttered this term, Elsa in her arms suddenly trembled.

She glanced down at the other, a look of worry flashed in her eyes, preparing to fight.

But then, she suddenly felt the person in her arms was burning hot.

Not just hot, it was on fire!

A sky-high explosive flame burst forth from her embrace, knocking her away with the blast, reflecting blinding firelight in her eyes.

This flame had once appeared on Elsa’s greatsword!

The approaching rot was burned to ash mid-air, while Elsa, surrounded entirely by flames or rather, fire pillars, slowly stood up.

"Elsa..."

Luluwo, worried, wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the scorching air instantly rendered her voice hoarse and inaudible. She wanted to approach the other, but any slight movement would have her burnt by the fire.