Chapter 337 Ritual Mutation

At this time, in the underground wilderness, at the edge of the area covered by the lantern light, there have been hideous or evil figures appearing, and in places where the lantern light can't reach, there are also terrifying sounds or noises coming, as if all the monsters nearby are rushing here.

"Please help us deal with the incoming monsters! I will complete the ritual as soon as possible!"

The majestic old mage finally said to Wang Zhifan, and as soon as Wang Zhifan nodded, he turned and walked to the small mound next to him and continued his spell.

"Brother, you are a melee profession and I am a ranged profession, how about we play together?"

The gunman player wearing a cowboy hat then smiled and invited Wang Zhifan. It seems that he doesn't think there is anything wrong with doing this in this dungeon.

"Okay."

Wang Zhifan glanced at him and didn't answer indifferently. He didn't mind at all that the dungeon had lifted the penalty mechanism, which meant that the gunman player could shoot him coldly from behind without any burden, and might even join forces with the surrounding NPCs to sneak him up.

This is the confidence brought by strength. He knows that even if he is attacked and besieged by these people, he can easily counterattack, not to mention that it is basically impossible for them to attack him by surprise.

"You hold that side! We hold other directions!"

The archer with a longbow shouted to them and assigned each person a defensive task.

This task distribution is quite reasonable. There are a total of nine people present. Except for the old wizard who is casting a spell, two people are arranged to defend in one direction to fully deal with the monsters that are gathering.

Wang Zhifan is actually not interested in these monsters that are about to fight with them. He can judge their approximate strength from a distance through his perception. They are all things that look bluffing but are not very strong. But in order to obtain intelligence smoothly, he decided to act as a ritual guard.

So in this underground wilderness area illuminated by the lantern suspended above the tomb, Wang Zhifan and the young gunman with a cowboy hat behind him cooperated.

He charged forward very actively, drew out the Wolf Killer Blade and chopped at the attacking monsters, and together with the gunman behind him, he guarded the safety of the direction he was in, and the other directions were left to the NPCs.

Some of these people were warriors and archers working together, and some were double mages bombing with spells, each showing their abilities, and they eliminated the monsters one by one in a relatively stable manner.

Swish! Swish! Bang!

With a flash of knife light, a wolf-headed monster in front of Wang Zhifan was killed instantly by him, and then he turned and rushed to the flank, chopping another monster in half with one knife.

The gunman behind him fired a volley of pistols with both hands, and accurately named the monsters that Wang Zhifan could not take care of one by one.

The two cooperated well at first, but soon, the gunman who was responsible for outputting firepower in the back discovered a very strange phenomenon:

More and more monsters were rushing straight towards him, passing the warriors in front, as if they were not very interested in someone in front, and preferred him, the gunman who was outputting firepower in the back.

"Brother! Hold the monsters! They are all running towards me!"

The young gunman, who felt puzzled, shouted to Wang Zhifan in front of him, hoping that he would stop slacking off and pass on too much pressure to him.

"I'll try! But these monsters only like you! I can't do anything about it!"

Wang Zhifan in front immediately replied while killing monsters, and even deliberately increased the pace of killing monsters. It seemed that he was "running at full capacity", showing that he was really not slacking off, but the monsters didn't like him.

Nearly half of the monsters of various shapes passed Wang Zhifan's blockade and rushed towards the young gunman wearing a cowboy hat behind him, forcing him to speed up his shooting rhythm, and jump up and down and run around in circles to avoid the monsters getting close to him, making him so busy that he could no longer relax.

"It's really strange! Am I born to be a meat shield?!"

While attacking, he was thinking in his heart, feeling puzzled. He had done this kind of long-range and short-range professional cooperation before, but it was never so outrageous. If it weren't for the man in front of him trying his best to block it, he felt that all the monsters from the current direction would attack him.

"Hehe... I can't bear all the pressure alone."

Wang Zhifan naturally knew what was going on. In fact, it was because of collusion that the monsters did not actively attack him, which made the monsters go straight to the gunman. If he was ruthless, he could let all the monsters attack this person, but for the sake of fairness, he still stopped about half of the monsters.

While these two people were trying their best to kill monsters, the NPCs in other directions were also progressing smoothly. They could tell from their appearance that they were quite powerful professionals. Facing a group of monsters with a certain number but not outstanding quality, they were able to control the situation. It didn't take too long for the nearby land to be covered with corpses of various monsters, and the number of monsters that attacked later became increasingly scarce, which meant that the difficulties of this stage had been overcome.

Seeing that fewer and fewer monsters were coming to die, Wang Zhifan turned his attention to the old wizard in the center. He found that the old man was still chanting difficult spells with his eyes closed, but the light of the lantern on the tomb became slightly dim, as if something was jumping in the lantern flame.

"Is the ritual almost successful?"

Not quite understanding the progress, he immediately asked the gunman in the cowboy hat who had also finished beating the monsters. You could see a little sweat on this guy's forehead now, and it was obvious that he had done a lot of exercise being chased by the monsters just now.

"I don't know either..."

The gunman shook his head after hearing this.

"I have only known them for two days, and they didn't tell me the details of their plan."

He explained, took out a bottle of pure water out of thin air and took a sip.

"How much do you know about the information about the Demon King now? Are you interested in communicating with me?"

Wang Zhifan felt that this man was quite honest, at least he didn't do anything to trick him during the previous monster killing process, so he decided to share the current progress of the dungeon with him.

The gunman in the cowboy hat nodded immediately after hearing what he said and said:

"What I know now is that the demon king is about to appear, but no one knows when and where it will appear. It is said to be very powerful and not something that ordinary players can fight against. Fortunately, there are many powerful indigenous forces in this world waiting to deal with it. The arrangement of the dungeon is for us to assist these indigenous people and join them in their crusade against the demon king. As long as we can kill the demon king together with the indigenous forces, this dungeon will be completed..."

"Are you guys sent by those kingdoms?"

Wang Zhifan guessed what was going on after hearing this. Before entering the dungeon, he heard Jack say that various kingdoms were recruiting high-level professionals. Now these people are likely to belong to the power of a kingdom, which is one of the manifestations of the active actions of the natives.

"Yes, I landed in this dungeon in a royal city. The players who landed with me all joined the indigenous forces, but the tasks assigned to everyone were different. Our group came to the dungeon to find clues to investigate the traces of the Demon King. Some other players followed the team to find the legendary artifact that could fight the Demon King, and some helped to hunt and collect rare anti-magic materials..."

The gunman introduced the situation of their group of players. It can be seen that they are luckier than Wang Zhifan and others in terms of task orientation. Unlike Wang Zhifan and his group, the source of information was quite scarce when they first landed. The dungeon was arranged in this way, which may be a balancing measure taken considering the gap in strength between different player groups.

"What about you? Do you have any new information?"

After sharing, the gunman looked at Wang Zhifan with some expectation.

"I understand that the Demon King is probably in a seal. You can collect runes to unlock its seal, or wait for it to be unsealed by itself. The seal is located in a different space..."

The other party was honest enough, and Wang Zhifan was not stingy. He also talked about the information he obtained, which made the gunman frown quickly.

"So it's in the seal... Those NPCs never mentioned this, and Rune never mentioned it either. Maybe we players haven't entered their core group, so they think there's no need to explain..."

The two talked for a while, each of them gained something, until the movement from the old mage attracted them.

The old mage had stopped chanting the incomprehensible spell at this moment. He stared at the lantern hanging above the tomb, staring at this creature whose light had become very dim, and pointed the staff in his hand at it, as if there was some dangerous enemy inside.

"Descendant of the Demon King! I swear on my soul! Answer me the traces of the Demon King! I will give you freedom! Otherwise, I will imprison you forever! Let you endure the pain of burning fire forever!"

The old mage seemed to have imprisoned the so-called soul of the descendant of the Demon King, and now entered the step of interrogation, which made everyone around him stop their actions and concentrate on watching him perform.

"Hehehe..."

A few seconds later, a creepy laugh came from the lantern emitting a dim light. The voice was a little childish, very similar to the cry for help they heard at the beginning.

In response to this impolite response, the old wizard immediately took action. He pointed the staff in his hand at the lantern above the grave in front of him, and a white light passed through the center of the lantern, causing the existence inside to scream in pain.

"Answer me! Descendant of the devil! You are just the most inconspicuous one among the countless descendants of the devil! You are an existence that has been completely abandoned by it! You should take revenge on it! Instead of keeping secrets for it!"

After physically attacking the opponent, the old wizard launched a psychological offensive, making the darkness in the lantern gradually flicker, as if the opponent's mind was shaken.

"I don't know..."

After several seconds, the childish voice reappeared, but it was full of confusion. It didn't know where the devil was at all.

"Recite its name silently! You will know! Tell me where it is!"

The old wizard taught the soul of the descendant of the devil how to locate the devil on the spot.

"Is this method really reliable..."

Wang Zhifan was a little confused watching all this, but because he didn't know much about this, he didn't say much and kept his thoughts to himself.

As everyone was looking forward to it, the lantern above the tomb made a sound again soon:

"Hahaha... it's coming... it's coming..."

The voice was no longer confused, but full of excitement and madness, as if waiting for the reunion of relatives who had been separated for a long time.

"What! The devil is coming?!"

The old wizard's face changed immediately after hearing it say this. He couldn't help but look around, but he didn't find that the surrounding scene had changed.

"You are lying! I will punish you!"

Feeling that he was being fooled and a little out of control, the old wizard then used his staff to emit a holy light to torture the existence in the lantern, wanting it to really surrender.

However, what he didn't know was that Wang Zhifan, who was standing behind him, suddenly turned around and looked into the distance with a very serious expression.

In the direction he was looking at, a scarlet eye appeared in the darkness. This red color was not very noticeable in the current area where monsters were swarming, but it gave people a particularly strong sense of sharpness. Just a glance seemed to penetrate the human soul and make people lose consciousness.

Of course, Wang Zhifan's feelings were based on ordinary people. For him, who had the title of Overlord, he was unharmed. Only a slight strange feeling reminded him that it was definitely not a simple existence.

"Is that the Demon King? Why can't I feel its shape?"

Wang Zhifan immediately judged that it was most likely a Demon King-level existence. Only this kind of existence could make him feel dangerous, but those eyes disappeared in the darkness in an instant. There was no trace of the relevant spirit or entity, so he had no chance to rush up and fight.

"The Demon King really came just now, but left again."

After thinking about it, he decided to remind others of this situation, but when he turned around, he saw that the old mage had disappeared. The place where he was just now was empty, and there was only a handful of gray and white things on the ground.

And the lantern above the tomb also fell on the tomb in front of everyone, like a delicate glassware smashed to pieces, no longer bright.

"Enemy attack!"

"Everyone be careful!"

...

Several NPCs around then cried out in surprise. Some used the Light Magic to illuminate the room urgently, and some turned around and shot arrows behind them, even though there were no enemies behind them.

"He... he turned to ashes!"

The young gunman in the cowboy hat was also shocked at this time. He raised his hand and pointed at a small pile of gray and white things on the ground under the illumination of the Light Magic, and said in disbelief.

Wang Zhifan didn't pay much attention to what he said. Instead, he first sensed the place where the lantern was broken and determined the condition of the so-called soul of the descendant of the demon king.

"It disappeared... completely disappeared... It should have been completely destroyed in an instant by some powerful force."

Wang Zhifan's intuition told him that this existence died as thoroughly as the old wizard. They were both killed in an instant, so fast that his perception could not capture the specific process.

"Is the Demon King demonstrating? Or warning? Haha, it makes me feel its hidden weakness."

Wang Zhifan may be the only person present who was not frightened. Instead, he wanted to see the Demon King earlier.