Hero of Darkness
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While Kahn and the group were preparing to face the mythical rank Cthulhu… the outside of the Immortal Dungeon was in an uproar.

Because at this moment, thousands of people had surrounded the dungeon while making hundreds of camps and barracks in the nearby region within 5 kilometers radius. All these people belonged to different forces and organizations.

As for the Military… they left a long time ago.

Cling!

Cling!

Soon, a massive spherical formation in front of the Immortal Dungeon glowed bright blue and over 30 figures appeared.

"Finally! We're outside!" exclaimed a female elf saint.

"I'm alive! I'm fucking alive!" shouted a human berserker saint, his eyes tearing up in joy.

All of them had downtrodden countenances while most of them were gravely injured and covered in blood.

Soon, the people started thanking their God of Life for helping them survive the hellish nightmare called the Immortal Dungeon.

Hundreds of people who were observing this entrance from their respective bases flocked towards this group.

The newly arrived group was comprised of their leaders. And every one of these survivors… was a Saint.

Lagertha, whose body was full of lacerations and shallow wounds looked around.

Her heart was filled with dejection and guilt. Because out of the 12 Saints they had…

Only 7 came back alive. And even her close friends such as Rose Hightower and the Vice-guildmaster had already died during the fight.

The other groups were also no different.

Out of the two 5th-stage saints that were part of the previous alliance… both of them were already dead.

As for the origin of their miserable state…

It was the 81st Floor Boss.

Back then… Ervalen and the Hero's Party had taken care of it and Kahn's group arrived just within a week so they didn't have to fight it.

But when Lagertha and the other saints, who were the last force to arrive there… it was well past 10 days and the boss had respawned.

Just remembering its monstrous appearance sent shivers down her spine and rose goosebumps on her skin.

Why?

Because for the survival of the masses… a sacrifice was made.

When they couldn't take down the mythical rank floor boss and there seemed to be no way; they had to abandon some of their allies behind to distract the boss and enter the safe zones and had to be out of combat for quite some time.

And only then did they manage to use their dungeon passes to exit the Immortal Dungeon and come out alive.

A survival that greatly cost them and the guilt would forever weigh on her mind.

Lagertha was escorted to a medical bay quickly and the remaining people were getting healed.

She then asked one of her people that was a peak grandmaster golden masked assassin who was the head of her intel group.

"Who else exited before us?"

"There was only one person, a High Elf priestess. I believe she was part of the Hero's Party.

But as soon as she came, the military generals escorted her and left this place within an hour." reported the assassin in black light armor.

"Then what about them?" she queried while panting slowly.

"The Misthios guild… is still inside." informed the assassin in a rustic voice.

Lagertha was speechless after hearing the reply. Why?

Because if the Misthios guild didn't come out… then it could lead to only two conclusions.

"Means they're all either dead… or they're still exploring the dungeon."

In the meantime, Kahn and his group were done with setting their battle formations and encircling the boss from all sides. Yet the size of Cthulhu was way too big for them to even make a significant injury.

As for why Kahn used all of their trump cards since the very beginning?

Because the biggest disadvantage here was the battlefield itself. The floor boss could use the water from the sea to fight them back, using it like its ally while fighting on multiple fronts at the same time.

And it could also use the deep sea to escape easily. A battlefield catering to the boss while making endless trouble for the intruders.

And even though Kahn had few S Rank skills to swim and breathe in water… how could he compare against Cthulhu, the Ruler of the Sea?

Plus, only Kahn, Omega and Rudra had the physical strength as well as rank to withstand its pressure in a close-range fight.

Others like Ceril and Armin wouldn't even be able to move under that pressure.

Thus, closing off its route to escape was the best thing while reducing most of its stats to bring it down to the level of a being comparable to a 4th stage saint.

"Everyone, start attacking now!" shouted Kahn and he himself quickly activated Dragon Strike, even mixing Darkness element in it right from the start.

Ceril then used the Book of the Damned and Chains of Judgment. These skills boosted his mana capacity and spell output by 5 times. He could even fight a 4th stage saint despite only being a peak 2nd stage saint with these skills.

However, the skills weren't enough to hold back this monster called one of the old sea gods on earth.

Swoosh!

BANG!

Five titanic sizzling tridents, each being 500 meters long and made of magma, struck the Cthulhu which was moving slowly because of the several debuff effects from 4 different domains on its body.

Sizzle!

Sizzle!

Roarrrr!!

The tridents plunged into Cthulhu's chest, shoulders and thighs in a succession.

But in just 10 seconds, all the injuries created by these enormous tridents that could even destroy a warship in a single hit, were instantly regenerated.

Although Rudra's Corrosive Magma attacks were helpful because he activated Atlan's ability to harness the Guardian Dragon's will to use the Dragon's aura… the creature was not receiving any significant damage.

Slash!

At this exact moment, Kahn also acted out after Dragon Strike failed to make a deep injury and used the Dimensional Cut skill as his intangible slashing move made of space force swung quickly towards the neck of Cthulhu.

Slash!!

A shockwave resounded in the 2 kilometer radius.

But instead of giving them any satisfaction… the Cthulhu gave a mocking look to Kahn.

Because even Kahn's strongest attack skill, which was unrivaled by all of their group's killer moves…

Couldn't even cut Cthulhu's neck.