The dungeon has been parasitized

Chapter 93 Trapped Beast

"K-Klein! What is this?!"

Yanami jumped up from the blanket. She had been on the cave bank, translating for Klein in her mind, but was startled by the sudden roar.

"This is the might of the dragon."

"Dragon's Might?"

Yanami stared wide-eyed in surprise, then seemed to realize something.

Klein absorbed the effects of being intimidated by the dragon's might, along with himself, Yanami, and Thunder Crocodile, and recovered a significant amount of his magic power.

"The dragon in the lake beneath our feet?"

"No... I'm afraid it's the one that triggered the demonic tide."

Although Klein wasn't entirely sure, the only dragon that could possess such powerful dragon might was probably the one capable of triggering a demonic tide.

Just now, when the dragon's might washed over them, Klein's soul trembled wildly. A fear emanating from his soul even prevented him from transferring his soul until the dragon's roar ended.

Moreover, even Marion, a bronze dragon who was also a dragon, was suppressed by such a powerful dragon aura. The awe he felt for other powerful dragons from his bloodline made his barrier magic unstable, directly causing the barrier to shatter.

Under such dragon might, only the dragon's servants were not affected, and even used it as a stimulant.

Although the dragon's might has weakened, it has stabilized and shows no signs of gradually decreasing and then disappearing.

At this moment, the fishman tribe in the lake was in a state of utter devastation.

"Water barrier!"

boom!

Many of the pterosaurs died from their forceful collisions with the barrier, their corpses piling up halfway up the cave entrance, but countless pterosaurs still charged madly into the lake one after another.

Seeing that things were going badly, the merman chieftain waved his wand and created a water barrier at the cave entrance, which promptly blocked the winged serpent dragon that wanted to enter the lake.

Behind the clan leader was Clark, whom the clan leader had just tried to kill to silence. The clan leader turned around and looked at Clark with a complicated and wary expression.

Clark simply watched quietly as the clan leader maintained the barrier.

"Clark... what do you want to do?"

"Chieftain, how long can you hold out?"

"Ten minutes... but if anyone tries to interfere, I can fight back!"

Faced with the hostile chieftain, Clark didn't say anything, but turned around and shouted.

"The barrier has broken! The winged serpent dragon has entered! Everyone, defend the cave entrance!"

Of course, after the terrifying baptism of the dragon's might, everyone had regained their senses. Hearing Clark's shouts, the fishmen grabbed their weapons and began to converge on the cave entrance.

"Chieftain, is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"Clark, you..."

The patriarch looked at Clark with a complicated expression, unsure whether it was guilt or regret. But after a while, his gaze hardened, and his previous concerns and wariness towards Clark vanished, replaced by trust.

Or rather, at this moment, he had no choice but to trust; if Clark attacked him now, he would be completely powerless to do anything about it…

"Clark, have Raphael lead the tribesmen who are still capable of fighting to the cave entrance. Then you yourself lead the tribesmen who are not capable of fighting into the passage. They've never been in there before and don't know the way. You lead the group to find a place where they can stay temporarily."

"I see."

Clark immediately turned around and ran towards the tribe.

"Lord Marion! Are you alright?!"

After Clark left, the merman chieftain, while maintaining the barrier, turned to look at Marion, who had recovered from the dragon's might.

Because of the seal and his own injuries, the dragon's might seemed to have a particularly great effect on him. Marion had just raised his head from the water and shook his head.

"It's alright... but I can't set up the barrier again for the time being. The dragon's might has disrupted my magic."

"All right……"

"From now on, it's up to you."

"Thank you... Lord Marion."

Meanwhile, Clark had returned to the tribe. The fishmen, who had been awakened from their sleep, were slightly flustered, as they had not expected such a sudden situation.

Clark found Raphael in the crowd.

"Raphael! The chieftain wants you to coordinate the remaining murlocs! Head to the cave entrance and fight! Hurry, the chieftain can only hold out for a few more minutes!"

Raphael turned sharply to look at Clark, and finally nodded heavily with a complicated expression.

"Clark...yes!"

"Everyone who is incapable of fighting! Follow me to the bottom of the lake!"

With someone in charge, the merfolk group became less chaotic and began to divide into two factions under the command of Clark and Raphael: one side consisted of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who were unable to fight, and the other side consisted of the merfolk warriors who were still capable of fighting.

"Hiss!"

But before Clark could lead his team to the lake, several pterosaurs pounced!

Has the clan leader's barrier been breached?!

"Ah ah!"

A merman was pounced on by a winged serpent dragon, whose sharp claws tore through the merman's scales and ripped open his flesh.

boom!

At the same time, the other fishmen reacted and picked up stones from the side and threw them, but they only hit the winged serpent dragon. These fishmen, who lacked combat power, couldn't even break the winged serpent dragon's skin.

"water gun!"

Fortunately, even the elderly merfolk can still use magic.

"Children, come with me!"

As more and more winged serpent dragons charged, all the fishmen were drawn into the battle. Clark led the children who were unable to fight to the lakeside, but there was nowhere to go there either.

The pterosaurs that attacked the fishmen were actually only a very small number that entered the lake; their real target was the bronze dragon Mariens within the lake…

At this moment, the lake water was stained red with blood. Countless winged serpent dragon corpses floated to the surface, and countless more winged serpent dragons rushed into the lake one after another, launching an attack on the bronze dragon Mariens.

Even though the bronze dragon Mariens was sealed away, his strength was not to be underestimated. Without using magic or abilities, he fought the winged serpent dragons that pounced on him with his bare hands, and the serpent dragons suffered heavy casualties.

But this is still far from enough. The swarm of Pteranodons shows no signs of weakening. Even though the individual strength of each Pteranodon is not particularly great, their sheer numbers are terrifying.

Oh dear, this is terrible...

Klein, who was controlling Clark, felt helpless. He had originally planned to take these fishmen, who had no fighting ability, to the plantation and then control them all.

I didn't expect the clan leader to give up so quickly.

"Klein, what should we do next?"

The area above the cave is safe for now. The winged serpent dragons didn't notice the cave above the waterfall, so they didn't rush up there.

But to be honest, Klein didn't know what to do next. He had originally sent Clark to the fish-man tribe as a spy in order to undermine the fish-man tribe from within, so that they would no longer be able to threaten the plantation.

The sudden shattering of the barrier was completely unexpected...

Klein originally had another crazy idea, which was—parasitic dragons.

But now it seems that even Long himself is in dire straits. If he doesn't die, then there's still a chance...