The plan was going smoothly; these guys were weak inside and out.
Just relying on Futini in the hall and a dozen or so Ice Slimes had already reduced their numbers by more than twenty.
Inside the labyrinth, Su Yao had also carefully prepared many other small combo attacks. The three Boss Rooms were now all activated, with Clorel and Sofia each guarding one.
Coincidentally, the enemy had split into three teams as well.
The only somewhat unexpected thing was that this succubus was a bit weak.
“Lilith, can you speed it up a bit?”
“Umm… okay.”
The succubus, who had a finger in her mouth, nodded faintly and replied indistinctly. Her tail swayed constantly behind her, showing she was really enjoying herself.
But Su Yao was the one suffering. Her hypnosis and psychological suggestion could only be cast on a few people at once.
After that, Lilith didn’t have enough mana to cast a second time. If she wanted to, Su Yao had to “replenish” her mana first.
Just like now.
For more than twenty people, she had to replenish mana three times. The feeling of having one’s body completely drained was hard to describe—just uncomfortable in every way.
After dealing with the “remnants” in the hall, Su Yao set up a teleport point here, so the adventurers stranded on the second floor of the Dungeon could come back.
She wanted to clear the second floor to temporarily detain the soldiers who had invaded her Dungeon.
With mana replenished, Lilith released one last Mental Magic. Her captivating pink eyes seemed a little brighter, and the men in the hall involuntarily shifted their gaze to her, inevitably locking eyes.
“Done, Master. Um… could you give me a bit more mana? I’m a little hungry.”
With things settled, the dazed Su Yao once again extended her finger…
……
Himan Ashley was a greedy man.
That description wasn’t entirely fair—he was probably the one in the Ashley family who resembled his father the most.
Wait, that wasn’t quite right either. Outshining his mentor in some ways, he was far more capable than his father in certain respects.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t as wealthy as his father, nor did he share his older brother’s obsession with women of certain ages.
Most of the domain’s tax income ended up in Wilrey’s pocket, leaving him only a small slice labeled “Moravia Public Security and City Defense Expenses.”
Of course, that little slice had already been nibbled by his father, and when it came to Himan, it would be taken a second time.
But such a tiny piece of cake was never enough.
Like said, he outshone his father.
He ate food more delicious than his father’s, drank more extravagant wine, and kept more and prettier women.
Yet, the money he could get was less than his father’s.
So, he was greedy.
Ever since hearing that Princess Kroel had been trapped in this Dungeon, he had been tempted to lead troops here to find her and claim the bounty.
But when his subordinates told him there was a Black Dragon here, he gave up.
Later, rumors that treasure chests existed in the Black Dragon Cave Dungeon stirred his greed again.
When his subordinates were summoned again, their hesitant, incoherent explanations made him hesitate.
He decided to observe first and let adventurers scout the path for him.
For half a month, he kept an eye on the Dungeon. The Record Crystals purchased from adventurers confirmed it wasn’t particularly dangerous.
Only then did he personally lead soldiers here today.
Though the Princess of the Kingdom of Vishi ordered him to come to this Dungeon, deep down he hoped to make a fortune here.
Now, he regretted it.
“If I fall, you have to pull me up immediately, got it?”
In front of him was an openly childish Pitfall Trap—pitch black and bottomless.
The narrow corridor was completely blocked by it, and to pass, one had to jump over it.
This wasn’t difficult; a normal person could leap it with a running start.
But unfortunately, his indulgent lifestyle had left his physical condition far worse than normal.
Most importantly, he lacked the courage to jump.
A rumbling sound came from behind—rolling huge stone boulders echoing through the maze corridor.
If he didn’t jump soon, his fate would be either crushed by the boulder or thrown into the pit.
“All in!” He pulled the rope tied around his waist, took a few steps back, and jumped.
His trembling legs predictably slipped; he screamed and shut his eyes.
Thankfully, the remaining soldiers obeyed and pulled him out of the pit.
“Useless! Next time pull me up faster!”
Grumbling, he untied the rope from his waist.
On the other side of the pitfall, more than a dozen soldiers waited to jump across.
The rolling stone boulder’s sound grew louder.
A nervous soldier hastily tied the rope around his waist, ran back for a running start, and leapt.
“Snip”
Wearing full iron armor and weighing the body of a grown man, the rope that had supported over a dozen soldiers snapped.
Screams rose from the bottom of the pit, but the nervous soldiers didn’t notice the fallen soldier hadn’t made the sound of a heavy body hitting the ground.
Those yet to jump swallowed hard; some began trying to take off their armor.
“Bastards! Who told you to take off your armor? Do you know how much that armor costs?!”
At a life-or-death moment, the fat noble’s shouting and cursing couldn’t stop them.
The soldier who removed his armor successfully jumped across the pitfall; more on the opposite side began to imitate him.
Of course, Himan’s shouting never stopped.
Moments later, two more soldiers jumped across, while the huge spherical boulder, nearly blocking the entire corridor, appeared behind the remaining soldiers.
The last soldier couldn’t wait any longer; he tried to push people ahead to jump first.
A scuffle broke out; the last few soldiers shoved and pushed each other and all fell into the pit.
Their screams were drowned out by the rolling boulder.
Finally, the huge stone got stuck above the pitfall…
By torchlight, Himan counted the remaining soldiers.
Only twenty-three remained of the soldiers who had entered the labyrinth with him.
More than sixty others had either scattered or fallen into traps like just now.
He had been deceived by the adventurers; this Dungeon was no safe treasure-hunting ground—it was a devilish maze that consumed people without a trace.
Endless labyrinths, disappearing escape routes, and countless traps.
Besides the rolling stone and pitfall just now,
There were inconspicuous small puddles by the stone walls that froze anyone stepping on them, sudden small explosions beneath one’s feet, and mysteriously ignited fires…
“You few, go to the front of the team, don’t get too far ahead!”
The fat noble continued giving orders; the remaining soldiers raised their torches and mechanically moved their legs into the dark maze corridors.
At this point, they had no way back.