Chapter 112 | Reincarnated as a Dungeon: Farming Adventurers to Survive

From the very beginning of the battle, Fete had been so terrified that he couldn't sit still.

It was too terrifying. The world outside was just too terrifying.

If he had known, he never would have left the Well of Eternal Imprisonment!

Ordinary fifth-rank existences, the pinnacle of humanity, were usually hard to even catch a glimpse of, as they spent most of their time deep within dungeons.

Today, Gray City was like a party for fifth-rank experts, appearing one after another in a way that made one's heart tremble.

Fete recalled his past days living in Gray City and felt as though he had been living on the edge of a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Feiwan still had not made a move.

She could feel that the sensation of being watched had disappeared. The fifth-rank mage who had just acted was likely the fellow who had been monitoring Gray City.

However, even though the opponent had revealed himself, the sense of crisis still had not faded.

Feiwan silently took out a seed and planted it in the soil beneath her feet.

Then, she took out a magic crystal and began to create using the power of her master.

She had to prepare a backup plan.

Explosions erupted in the sky over Gray City. Half of the city was shaken by the massive impact as if a typhoon were sweeping through.

At the center of the battle, Olorine was enveloped in an invisible wind barrier. Resisting the storm kicked up by the collision of two fifth-rank mages, she caught up to the heavy warrior.

There was no helping it; the heavy warrior was the slowest among all mobile units.

The ultimate defense, Immovable Fortress, even made him completely unable to move.

Furthermore, the box he was carrying seemed to be excessively heavy.

The fifth-rank heavy warrior could only shoulder the box and charge forward desperately.

As long as he reached the designated area, he could complete the teleportation. Just a bit further to that place!

However, Olorine was no longer giving him that chance.

Even before Olorine, someone else was denying him that opportunity.

The three fifth-rank extraordinary beings who had been wandering nearby finally made their move.

At this moment, there were wolves in front and tigers behind.

The heavy warrior felt a surge of despair, but he did not stop. He slammed his great shield down in front of him.

"Immovable Fortress!"

A barrier composed of countless polygons expanded, isolating all attacks from every direction and firmly resisting the onslaught.

At the same time, the greaves on his legs glowed with the light of mana, and the earth beneath his feet began to move.

A lesser magic grade magical artifact, Moving Island.

Once activated, it could move an entire area.

That was right—Moving Island combined with Immovable Fortress!

A blood-pumping combo: Mobile Fortress!

Olorine sheathed her sword and leaped into the air. Having been prepared for this, she activated the Secret Garden in her hand again.

Moving Island was a spatial-attribute lesser magic grade magical artifact.

Meanwhile, Secret Garden was a masterpiece grade magical artifact.

There were also counters between magical artifacts!

As Secret Garden activated, the entire space was locked down, and Moving Island was about to be forcibly halted.

Seeing the Mobile Fortress broken, the heavy warrior deactivated Immovable Fortress without hesitation.

A powerful shockwave exploded as Immovable Fortress was released, and the heavy warrior took the opportunity to brace his shield and charge forward.

Olorine activated the Secret Garden in her hand once more.

The heavy warrior felt the space in front of him turn upside down. His entire body was actually bound by folded space, leaving him stepping in a loop on the same spot.

The power of a masterpiece grade magical artifact was too immense!

A heavy warrior's individual combat capability was quite poor. Now trapped in place by Olorine, a fellow fifth-rank swordsman, he stood no chance against her no matter how strong his defense was.

Not to mention that his opponent held a masterpiece grade magical artifact.

Tobin saw that the situation was dire and waved his staff, wanting to rush over to support him.

However, Feanor Grey relied on his magic to keep Tobin pinned down.

His magical ability could not compare to Tobin's.

After all, Tobin was a full generation older than him, an old-school mage whose magical attainments were far beyond what Feanor Grey could reach.

But Feanor Grey utilized two greater magic grade magical artifacts with obnoxious effects to close the power gap, stalling him and making it difficult to provide support.

"It is mine!"

The heavy warrior ultimately failed to protect the box, and Olorine snatched it away.

Having secured it, Olorine activated the Secret Garden, intending to store the box inside it.

However, the long box did not react.

Olorine was stunned for a moment. The masterpiece grade Secret Garden had failed.

The reason soon made itself known to her.

The box flew open, and lying inside was not the Undying Wardrobe at all.

Instead, it was a strange man.

The man had a pair of irregular horns on his head, his skin was as pale as a corpse, and he wore tattered burlap clothes. Chains were wrapped around his body, and he carried a heavy copper plate on his back.

In just an instant, he tore off the arm Olorine used to hold her sword.

There was no seventh-rank source, no Undying Wardrobe.

"It is a trap!!" she screamed.

At this moment, it was not just Feanor Grey and Olorine who were shocked.

The heavy warrior who had carried the box also looked stunned, as if even he did not know that what he had been carrying was not the target.

Even Tobin, hovering in the sky, was dazed for a moment.

He then realized that the city lord, Therandil, had trusted no one.

That young man only trusted himself.

The thing used to attract attention this time was not the Alchemy Ceremony.

It was them.

The Undying Wardrobe had likely been moved elsewhere without anyone noticing.

However, this was also fine; at the very least, the objective had been achieved.

But what was that thing in the box?

The hideous monster surged out of the box. Carrying the copper plate on its back, it continued its charge toward Olorine, swinging its claws.

If the previous attack had been a sneak attack, then this frontal assault left no room for suspense.

Olorine, who had used Sword Qi for defense, was sent flying. She crashed heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"He is the Guardian of the Undying Wardrobe! He is carrying the formula copper plate for the Undying Wardrobe!" Feanor Grey shouted loudly.

Gray Mist Valley possessed a finished product of the Undying Wardrobe that could allow someone to directly obtain the qualification to break through to the seventh rank, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Therandil had used unknown means to actually transport the guardian out along with the formula copper plate for the Undying Wardrobe.

This aura originating from the Undying Wardrobe was the culprit that had misled them.

The formula copper plate for the Undying Wardrobe was also precious. Although Therandil had likely already transcribed the formula for the Undying Wardrobe, the original was more valuable, more complete, and more comprehensive.

Without the original, the probability of successfully fusing with the Undying Wardrobe would be lower.

Since they had already made their move, even though they were misled and failed to get the complete vessel source, the Undying Wardrobe, they could not lose the formula copper plate as well!