Who designed this underworld dungeon?

Chapter 12 Our Own People Our Own People

The gargoyles soared in the sky, and the monsters they passed by bowed their heads, as if kneeling to their ruler.

Jack, who was caught in the hand, screamed in fear, and the strong wind poured into his mouth as soon as he opened it, which was very tormenting.

When he was placed at the entrance of the dungeon, he felt lucky to have survived.

But when he thought about the slave contract he had signed with the gargoyles and became the slave of the monsters, his mood was still very complicated.

In his backpack were various props given to him by the gargoyles. After counting, there were more than ten kinds, all of which were things he had never seen before, and there was also a weapon that was rarer than a big sword. It could be said that it was a great harvest.

Moreover, the other party also saved him and let him avenge himself. This is obviously a great benefactor.

But being a servant to the monsters, it was a bit...

When Jack thought about the scene of killing his companions, his hands and feet trembled. He could no longer tell whether he was afraid or because of something else.

Maybe he was excited?

It was certainly worth celebrating to be able to return safely from the dungeon, but how should he explain it to others?

Especially Sekman, with so many people dead, his anger can be imagined.

Jack, Jack, whether you can survive depends entirely on your eloquence, you have to make up a good excuse.

After the gargoyle flew away, he wandered at the portal at the entrance for a long time, but he couldn't think of a perfect reason, and finally left the dungeon with a bitter face.

The perspective turned back to the hero gargoyle.

After sending Jack away, he returned to where he should be, pointing to the boss room.

He had to bend down to pass through the fortress gate because of his huge body, but there was another way that didn't require bending down.

"Remove the mimicry,"

With a command, the gargoyle's body turned into a light spot and dissipated, leaving a dry, shaky zombie in its place.

It's Gong Qiying!

"I don't feel used to changing back," he looked at his thin arms and legs, as if the wind could break them, which was far from the feeling of being so powerful that he could do everything when he turned into a hero gargoyle.

It turns out that it was him who crippled the black market dealer and signed a slave contract with Jack.

But why did he go to such lengths to do this?

"I haven't tried it since I unlocked the transformation privilege. I have to find someone to satisfy my desire,"

Gong Qiying also wanted to try the feeling of turning into a Thunder Wolf Dragon, but it was too expensive.

However, killing the black market dealers was not a whim, but a premeditated plan. He had observed this team for a long time and learned the identity of this group of people through conversation.

Originally, he only planned to use them for training and didn't think about killing people, but when they planned to kill Jack, Gong Qiying changed his mind. He wanted to kill these morally corrupt guys completely.

He did this not because he had any friendship with Jack, but simply because he was unhappy with the ugly behavior of these people who crossed the river and destroyed the bridge.

But the teleportation crystals on the adventurers seemed to have some kind of restriction. As a monster, he couldn't even touch them, let alone take them off.

Only people who were adventurers could touch and take off the crystals.

As for Jack, he was hanging out with the black market dealers and calling them brothers. How could he be a good person?

The actions of signing a slave contract with him, showing him the map, and ordering him to bring more people, etc., all came from Gong Qiying's sudden whim.

He wanted to cultivate a "person of his own".

Slave contracts involve the soul, so even he cannot sign more than three.

Jack doesn't need to do big things, just lead the way.

As more and more people come to attack the Sen Dungeon, the map here will be figured out sooner or later. Instead of letting adventurers make a strategy, it is better for him to cultivate a person of his own and reveal the map information to Jack in advance.

When adventurers have a lot of exploration experience in a certain area of ​​the map but are not particularly proficient, let Jack directly send out the complete strategy, so as to establish prestige among adventurers, such as "Dungeon Exploration Master" or something.

The value of the map that is about to be attacked has become lower, so it is better to play the last value.

With him, he can also inquire about the movements of the adventurer group at any time. For him who cannot leave the dungeon freely, the news from the outside world is crucial.

In the future, if Gong Qiying has new maps, traps, and monster designs that he wants to test, he can also directly let Jack bring people here.

There are definitely other uses, but this is just a spur-of-the-moment attempt by Gong Qiying. Other uses will be thought of later.

"The dungeon will automatically clean up the corpses, which is good," he turned back to look at the corpses of the black market dealers, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

"Gulp," he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

An instinctive impulse made Gong Qiying walk towards the corpse, gather the bloody pieces of flesh, and then take a deep breath.

White streams of light flowed out of the corpse and merged into Gong Qiying's body, and his dry skin suddenly became shiny!

Although it still looks like skin and bones compared to normal people, it looks a little hydrated and is no longer a mummy.

"Strength, a little stronger?"

The zombie race can absorb the remaining vitality of the corpse to become stronger, and many necromancers like to summon zombies as cannon fodder.

It is said that a legendary necromancer raised a cannon fodder zombie into a king-level big undead, and I haven't heard of a stronger zombie since then.

It is good that strength can be improved, but

"What use is this to me?"

Gong Qiying's expression became strange. As a dungeon lord hiding behind the scenes, the possibility of him fighting with others is smaller than the possibility of a meteorite accurately smashing to death an ant.

Besides, apart from today's occasional situation, what he needs is adventurers to die and live again in his dungeon, and to kill people in order to improve his own strength.

It's a bit of a loss.

If he can leave the dungeon one day, this ability may be useful.

"Buzz buzz buzz--"

Just then, the crystal ball in his arms suddenly buzzed, and Gong Qiying threw it into the sky. The fist-sized crystal ball immediately became larger and higher, showing the pictures of the adventurers.

He set the movements of Stellan and her group to be particularly concerned, and any changes would remind him.

Gong Qiying didn't know why he cared so much about this group of people, when there were obviously a lot of teams that were stronger and more interesting than them.

But there was a feeling in his heart that made him pay attention to these people.

Looking at the crystal ball, he could find that Stellan's team had been separated.

Wilder and the surviving experts, Stellan and the big guy Xiuen, Ellie and Charon, the whole team was dispersed by the torrent of monsters, and was divided into three small groups, running around like headless flies, in a very embarrassing situation.

Xiuen lost an arm, and his combat effectiveness dropped sharply. If it weren't for Stellan's protection, he would have been torn to pieces by the monsters, and the monsters chasing them were also the strongest.

Ellie and Charon, the second echelon of the team, had already left the monsters and rushed into the depths of the swamp.

As for Wilder and the surviving experts

[Triggering the teleportation trap! 】

"Wow!"

Wilder screamed without elegance, waving the dagger in his hand everywhere, and "bang" hit the rock wall, and the flying debris hit his forehead.

The pain made him sober.

"Where is this?"

He suddenly widened his eyes, because the scenery in front of him was completely different from the stinking swamp.

The towering trees, dense jungle, fresh and humid air, chirping birds, and the town looming in the jungle in the distance are the middle level of the Sean Underground City.

"Is this heaven?"

He was stunned for a moment.

"Rustle--"

Just then, there was a sudden commotion in the bushes behind him, and Wilder's relaxed mood became tense again!

What on earth is in the bushes! ?

"Pika Pika."

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