Chapter 440: The Worst Trial
I run through the collapsing underground. Using what little MP I have recovered, I activate [Autoregeneration] to regenerate the parts of my body that were burnt away by the [Great Blowfly Ring], and regrow the parts of wings and my partner’s neck that were gouged-out by the [Dark Spheres]… If I were to prioritise HP, [High Rest] would be preferable, but my lack of mobility is the greater problem.
As I continue through the underground, I look back. The slime still isn't dead. I haven’t gained any experience points.
It really is going to die, right? The slime has lost all its accumulated war potential, the status of the Ardesian princess, not to mention its divine skill. There’s no doubt that it won't be able to resurface for a while, but…
No… More importantly, I need to deal with the problem in front of me. I’ll forget about the slime for now. Shielding myself from the falling rubble with my wings, I cautiously search around with [Presence Perception] as I climb the stairs.
The trial that God’s Voice mentioned is weighing on my mind… In this situation, there aren’t many possibilities I can think of.
From the floor above, I sense many presences. They’re running around, seemingly in a hurry.
“Search for dead bodies. It's unlikely that any who were in the castle from the start are still alive.”
“Watch out for any remaining slimes. It’s possible that some remain.”
These voices… It seems outside help is coming. It’s not one or two people. It seems over ten are arriving. Are they adventurers operating out of Alban…?