Skill Extraction: Exploring Dungeons

Chapter 1014 - 880: Hit and Run

"The Nether River? You actually dare to block the way here directly?"

A somewhat resonant female voice came from within the knight’s heavy helmet.

No one expected that beneath such heavy and exaggerated armor was a woman.

This female knight, clad in full heavy armor and wielding a giant sword, was the leader of this forward camp, a Defender Knight of five colors in strength.

Not an ordinary five colors, but a powerhouse capable of trading blows with Kreya and the others.

She has held this forward camp for seven or eight years; being able to stay here for so long without being taken down by Kane and his group demonstrates her prowess.

Ever since the enemy established the forward camps.

The defenders of each camp have fought countless times back and forth with Kane’s group.

The weaker ones have long been taken out by Kane’s group.

Those who have survived and haven’t been replaced are all formidable forces.

The main reason being that among the followers of the Profound Light, many at the level of five colors are subpar.

Even Kafka and Rafael once teamed up to take one down.

When confronted by this female knight’s words, Kreya had no intention of replying, instead raising her left hand and forcefully throwing a concentrated black fireball.

Another slash of silvery-gray sword energy flew over, splitting the fireball in the air.

Countless undead, enveloped in black flames, charged to the front of the enemy.

Many of the undead were simply insignificant in strength, like ants before the enemy, but the black flames they bore could burn the enemy, forcing them to be cautious even while swatting the ants to avoid being bitten in return.

And Kreya stood at the back of the dense formation of undead, hurling black fireballs.

Clearly intending to irritate the opposition.

Although the battle seemed extremely intense, in truth, both sides hardly suffered any real casualties.

Instead, they were consuming each other’s strength.

Ordinary undead and skeleton soldiers were not considered casualties.

At that moment.

A sudden violent explosion sounded from the side of the forward camp.

Black and white flames intertwined and soared into the sky, the impact even blowing away the skeletons on the far side.

Witnessing the scene over there.

The female knight seemed to realize something was amiss.

She then turned her head, and the silver energy on her giant sword condensed deeper before she swung it forcefully.

A silver-gray arc of energy shot out.

The skeletons and undead along the path were instantly sliced, then turned into glimmers and vanished.

This silver-gray energy arc struck directly at Kreya, who had been throwing fireballs all along.

A direct hit, and this figure didn’t even dodge.

Then Kreya’s form gently turned into flames and disappeared on the spot.

"Damn it, I was tricked."

The furious female knight quickly led half her team rushing towards the site of the explosion.

She was overly cautious of Kreya, couldn’t help it; in previous battles, although Kreya hadn’t taken her down.

In close combat, she often came off worse, and in severe cases, she had to rest for a long time to recover.

This made her clearly aware that her strength was a notch below Kreya’s.

Just the forward camp, now only she remained, without any other five colors, in such a situation, she wasn’t overly confident that she could capture Kreya.

So, she continued to cautiously probe each other in battle.

Unexpectedly, Kreya exploited her mindset.

Just as the female knight disappeared.

The black and white flames flared again, and Kreya’s figure once again appeared at the back of the undead.

At that moment, the temporary commander spotted Kreya, eyes widened and immediately shouted loudly to his comrades beside him.

"Retreat, retreat, let’s defend the chapel, hold on for a bit until the patrolling soldiers return, they’ll pay the price then."

He didn’t know whether this Kreya was real or not, but retreating while fighting was never a problem.

In the current situation, saving lives and holding the chapel was the priority.

Everyone obeyed the order and started to retreat; and as they retreated further, they entered the protection circle of the forward camp.

At this moment, a skeleton enveloped in black flames emerged from the space beside them.

Then the black skeleton vanished, followed by Kreya’s arrival.

Kreya appeared right in the middle of the enemy ranks.

The instant she showed herself, she unleashed the black and white flames from her body, spreading them wildly around.

Again, a black-and-white flame exploded into the sky, creating a massive shockwave.

The shockwave made the black-and-white flames spread even faster.

Then the black-and-white flame collided with a shield in the air, unable to advance an inch.

And those quick-moving enemies had already crossed inside, letting out a sigh of relief as they saw the flames unable to continue past.

But many of their comrades had already turned into fire-men outside.

After this attack, Kreya decisively transformed into a line of flame, retreating into the mist.

With her retreat, the Gate of the Undead instantly vanished.

Apart from the zombies and skeletons left behind.

Soon after.

The female knight returned to the place, looking at the chaotic site and the wandering skeletons around.

Furiously, she plunged her great sword into the mist.

The silver-gray energy swept away all the skeletons.

She removed her helmet and tossed it onto the ground.

Her resilient face showed an expression of anger, taking a deep breath to restrain her emotions.

She knelt down on the ground, hands clasped in prayer, pleading with the Profound Light to forgive her mistakes.

And quickly relayed the intelligence she had gathered to other forward camps.

By now, even if she was clueless, she knew that Kane and his team were once again resuming their hunting activities.

She had seen a considerable number of retreating Explorers from the other side.

...

At this moment, Kreya was already leading her Explorers towards the route where Kane was located.

Their objective was complete, and they were preparing to assist Kane; after all, Kane and his team aimed to directly charge into the enemy camp and wreak havoc.

Unlike them, who would strike outside the enemy’s church and then retreat.

So, they were unaware of the specific situation inside.

Meanwhile, they would reap a few enemy lives along the way.

On the other side, Lilulu had teamed up with Rafael Kafka and others around another enemy camp for hunting.

Their actions were more cautious, not even venturing near the church.

Instead, they hunted enemies emerging from the unseen borders of the church.

Three advance camps.

Divided into left, middle, and right.

Both Kane and Longbei’s routes ultimately connected to the far-left camp.

Whereas Kreya’s route would wind around to the middle camp, and Lilulu’s to the far-right.

Through their investigation.

Hartford was situated in the far-right camp at the moment.

This was an exceedingly powerful five-color Archbishop whose strength could rival Kane, and at times, even suppress Kane.

He would never appear outside the enemy camp alone.

Lilulu was sent to this side because under certain circumstances, Fairy Tale Magic defied all logic.

Even Hartford, if unwary, could be trapped in a Maze by Lilulu, confined for a period.

Following Lilulu’s actions, these Guild members could ensure their survival.

If it were Kane or Kreya’s teams, their safety would not be guaranteed.

Thus, during each hunt, they would avoid direct confrontation.

...

Kane’s squad continued to crouch around the far-left camp, quietly lurking in the Mist without any haste.

The Guild members accompanying Kane also silently hid in the Mist, extraordinarily quiet.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning appeared from the sky.

"Boom!"

Deafening thunder echoed following the lightning, resonating around.

One immense purple bolt of lightning after another struck from the clouds towards the enemy camp’s surroundings.

One after another, more and more, eventually transforming into a torrential downpour of dense lightning, turning into plasma, pouring downward.

Thunder completely filled the surroundings.

Yet Kane and his team remained unaffected by the lightning and thunder.

In Kane’s eyes, golden light continued flashing.

With the emergence of the lightning, numerous believers and Bishops rushed towards the site of the strikes.

At this moment, two figures appeared atop the enemy church.

"The twins of Shadow, indeed they are in this camp."

Kane murmured as he observed the two figures.

Those two figures wore masks shaped like the sun, one mask pure silver, the other grayish-white.

The one on the left had silver long hair, wielding two Longswords, the one on the right had gray short hair, holding a Scepter.

Both had attained five-color level strength.

Seeing these two familiar faces.

This time, Kane planned to exploit them, inflicting major losses to provide ample time for his subsequent operations.

"Brother, aren’t we going to help?" The gray short-haired, Scepter-holder asked the person beside him.

The silver long-haired, dual-sword wielding shadow didn’t turn but answered directly: "Don’t you feel this attack resembles God-Hater starting a hunt, brother?"

"If both of us rush over, what happens if someone attacks the camp? Though they’ve never done this, who knows if they might do it this time, caution is paramount."

Upon hearing his brother’s words, the gray-haired Archbishop nodded.

"Brother, let me go alone to aid them; we can’t just watch them die in vain."

The silver-haired man shook his head: "Together we’re twins; separated, even if we go, it means nothing.

The devoted followers would find joy in sacrificing for the lord. Besides, just now, I’ve sent out the message, so we must not act hastily."

The two quietly watched not far away, amid the lightning and thunder, observing Longbei’s conjured lightning figures wreaking havoc.

As long as Longbei didn’t approach the enemy camp, the twins had no intention to act.

After noticing the twins, Kane ceased focusing on them, instead calculating the number of bishops and believers rushing to the site.

Once the count approximated.

"Everyone prepare, drink every potion you can, this will be a bloody battle."

Explorers heard these words from Kane coming from behind.

Soon after, the Cloaks beside them began to cover their bodies completely.

Customizing the Power Armor based on their individual needs.

In less than a few seconds, all Guild members were encased within various styles of sleek and stylish Power Armor.

Then, they retrieved multiple potions of various colors from Space Equipment, the potions automatically transferring to various parts of their bodies following the Armor’s guidance.

Some potions requiring pre-use were automatically infused into their mouths.

A myriad of glows and effects began manifesting on them, and energy fluctuation started transmitting outward relentlessly.

A transparent membrane appeared below them, reflecting all transmitted energy and fluctuations back, allowing them to remain concealed within the Mist.

Being so close to the enemy camp, even if concealed by the Mist, the transmitted fluctuation would alert the enemy to an ambush here.

Prior to launching an attack, utmost concealment was required.