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The dungeoning team decided to use the Silver Cross Crusader's battle plan. As per the plan, they did not have to start from the beginning and could directly travel to the Final boss by a portal from three different points after entering the dungeon.

But because of the time-lapse, the surrounding mobs had already respawned and needed to be cleared again.

"It's okay, it's really okay… I've already gotten used to it already after seeing it so many times." The player dressed in a priest's robe waved a hand towards the person who had asked her if she was okay and smiled.

Undeads, lichs, ghouls, zombies… all kinds of undead creatures were scattered in this dark and secluded land, and when they saw any living being, they would swarm towards the living as if having smelt food.

Given that the appearance of these monsters adhered to the original, it was quite frightening for some players with lower psychological tolerance.

It almost had the feeling of being immersed in a horror movie.

Like the priest, Orange Fu, who had just spoken, the first time she entered the Netherworld dungeon, she was basically frightened pale. She nearly could not hold onto her own staff, no need to mention casting spells.

However, as one of the elites of the guild, the rapid adaptation of mental state was a must-have skill. Now, whenever she faced these monsters, her back would only stiffen slightly, and the healing spells will continue to be cast.

Apart from the allocation of the boss's drops, the loots from mobs were taken in turn.

At this time, a furry creature sporting two horns on its head ran to the side of the body of a lich who had the word 'Sen Luo' above its head and quickly picked up the drops.

"Meow." Running back to the magician amidst the team, the little cat looked up and mewed at the youth. Its voice was not clear, probably because it wanted to prevent the thing in its mouth from falling out.

At this time, the surrounding mobs had just been settled. The people who had been watching the magician hold the little cat in his arms and noticed the cat much earlier on were now looking at the magician with envy.

A pet that will help its owner pick up dropped items, they also wanted one. But they heard that it was obtained from a wild treasure chest. Just thinking about it, everyone knew how difficult it was to get.

"It is very afraid of strangers." Looking down at the little cat that had buried its face in his arms, Gu Yan silently refused the teammates who wanted to touch it. He had a feeling that this scene was rather familiar.

As if affirming the magician's statement, this small and round kitten arched its body towards the magician, turning its back to the others.

Pets all had their own personalities. The teammates looked at the magician's arms with regret again, but no longer insisted.

Once the mobs were cleared, the rest time was short. They cast all sorts of buffs before the team officially passed through the icy palace gate and stepped into the deathly silent palace hall.

The great hall was so quiet that the living people who were there could hear their own breathing and even their heartbeats.

There was no throne, only a reincarnation pool that emitted a faint gloom in front of a huge statue.

At the side, a figure cloaked in black stood there with dark black eyes, dark black hair, even the weapon in its hand that it used to reap life was also this cold colour.

It seemed to have integrated with the darkness.

Although the black-clothed man's skin colour was grey and without any sign of life, it did not distract people from his appearance. Just from his face, his physical appearance was extremely handsome and impeccable.

Especially when compared with the undead creatures outside the hall, the black-robed man in this hall had a godly beauty.

It was indeed a God…

The Death God.

All the members of the three guilds present had died at least six to seven hundred times under the hands of the handsome black-robed man in front of them. This was the overall average. For dungeoning teams that were particularly hard-working, such as the Silver Cross Crusaders, the members of the elite group had been killed thousands of times by the black figure in front of them.

Ever since the equipment of the tanks in the team were upgraded, they had been grinding this dungeon nearly a dozen hours every day. It had been more than a month since it happened and today was the first time they managed to clear phase 1.

In the words of the people in their team: they can walk through this dungeon with their eyes closed. The bosses before the Death God, they can defeat every one with their eyes closed.

"If I have to grind this dungeon for another month, I'm really going to puke." Orange Fu raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. As one of the few female players on the team, she had looked with admiration the first time when she saw the Death God. The design of this BOSS was too much, if she was a DPS dealer, she would not have been able to bring herself to do it.

But now...

Keke.

Being destroyed for over a month and only being able to clear the first phase of the dungeon left a psychological shadow on the players. No matter how handsome the BOSS was, it was no use.

"But if we can defeat it, the sense of accomplishment would be amazing." The female thief toying with a dagger next to her was from the dwarf race. A pocket-sized figure coupled with her pretty little round face made her look extremely cute and harmless.

That is if you ignore the name that hung on the first place of the current damage ranking list[1].

Orange Fu nodded, but still frowned: "The seven-minute before turning berserk mechanism is simply illogical. Earlier when we cleared the first phase, I happily thought we would be able to advance further today."

"Qiuqiu…" Gu Yan stood in a place not far from the two, and the other party also did not lower their volume. He could hear it even if he didn't try. When he heard the BOSS's berserk mode after seven minutes mechanism, he called out to the round ball on his shoulder.

In fact, he had thought about this problem before. According to his memory, the BOSS should only turn berserk after ten minutes. This was the setting he fixed when he wrote the novel.

In the original plot, the first kill should have been obtained by the Silver Cross Crusaders, but looking at the current situation, the plot is probably about to change. It would now be taken by their joint dungeoning party.

The only thing that can change the game mechanics was the light brain. Gu Yan can't help but glance suspiciously at the little cat on his shoulder.

"Meow." The little cat with two small horns on its head tilted its head to the side with a look of innocence.

Well...

Stretching out his hand to touch the two small horns, Gu Yan no longer pursued this problem.

If it was seven minutes, so be it. With the current party's members, seven minutes is enough to clear it. Pulling out the damage ranking list to take a look, Gu Yan unsurprisingly found himself in the bottom of the list. When they were clearing the mobs, he had spent some time patting Qiuqiu.

"Let the two tanks attack first. In phase 1, the two tanks can take turns to tank the damage so that there won't be any problems." Zhi Yi shook his head and rejected the suggestion to add another tank. Although it will make it a lot easier for the other two tanks as they did not need to suffer so many layers of debuffs, using another tank would put too much pressure on the damage dealers, and now they also had a magician in their team…

Thinking of the magician, he looked up at the youth standing in the corner of the team. He had privately messaged the other person before the team gathered. He had sent out a stratagem for defeating the boss in phase 1 and explained in detail what he needed to do. His crowd control skill was of utmost importance.

They had discussed this before, the other person had also explicitly responded with an 'understood', and now that the other person did not ask, Zhi Yi thought that he already understood. It's okay to run this dungeon a few times, but if he continued to make the same mistakes after running it a few times, and still did not ask despite not knowing, then he will start to discipline him like a member of his own guild.

The rules of the party were the same for everyone. If he started to scold, it will not be too nice.

"Qiuqiu can just wait here." The small ball on his left shoulder was not put back into the pet space because he thought that the place might be lonely. Gu Yan took the little cat on his shoulder and put it down beside the stone door at the entrance of the temple.

In this position, it will not be affected by the battle. The pet had a neutral attribute, even if the mobs respawned after four hours, his pet would not be attacked.

"Meow." A pair of deep purple irises reflected the figure of the magician. This furry creature obediently laid down in the position where the youth had put him and mewed lowly before quietly watching the youth walk towards the reincarnation pool.

After hearing the countdown, 3, 2, 1, the black-haired knight waved his sword and cast a holy light spell toward the black figure next to the reincarnation pool. He faced the pool and at the same time, successfully blocked the sickle that the black figure swung at him.

"A successful block still made me lose nearly two-thirds of my blood, where is the humanity in this?!" Executing a perfect block, Silver crow still felt his intestines hurt. Naturally, he knew that the clerics in his party had suffered more than him.

Blocking, parry, and dodging. Although the paladin who was holding the BOSS back had been cursing at the black figure in front of him, he still religiously took on every attack that the BOSS dealt.

Their blood bar was falling at a relatively stable rate. There was not a single instance where their health rapidly dropped. This fact alone greatly reduced the pressure on the clerics in the party.

Because it was a joint dungeoning party, there were people who were not used to the tanks in the group being so noisy and arrogant, they couldn't help but speak out. They were in the middle of fighting for the first kill of a difficult BOSS, but the tanks behaved as though they were on an excursion ...

"No, no, no! If I don't speak, I will get distracted. When the commander speaks, I will shut up immediately." When he said this, the knight keenly noticed that the black figure in front of him had moved and before the black figure swung down its sickle once again, the Silver crow first activated the 'Sacred Defender' skill.

A holy shield clashed against the blood-red light with a flash, and at this time, the main tank saw the dull light and immediately continued to mock the boss.

"How did you find out…" One of the clerics in the group couldn't help but whisper.

The dull light just now was from one of the BOSS's killer moves, but the knight's blood bar was still relatively stable. The clerics did not feel the pressure of having to continuously monitor the tank's health bar like in the previous BOSS runs.

However, the timing of the killer skill cast by the BOSS was random. How can the other person predict this and cast their own damage reduction skills?

It can't be that it was merely a guess.

"Pay attention to his wrist." Silver crow told the vice tank who was facing off with the boss.

The two were from different guilds. If it were before the joint dungeoning party, they would certainly not share the techniques they discovered with other guilds. But, since they were cooperating now, he will not hide anything, everything was for the sake of their team's progress.

The vice tank of the current party was also the main tank in his original team. Naturally, he understood after hearing it once. After practising several times, he quickly grasped the key points.

"Dis…" perse.

The words "disperse' hadn't been spoken yet when he already saw that the debuff at the top of the priest's head was gone. The magician on the side was sitting elegantly on his broom and held a magic book in his left hand. Whether it was black water or fire on the ground, or even a magic circle of suspended icicles, they were all completely unable to touch the magician's robe.

Compared to other members who were frantically trying to avoid the BOSS's skills and running all over the place, the leisure gait of the magician sitting on the broom was clearly incompatible with this intense and tense atmosphere.

"Mitigate the fire immediately. In the last round, the icicles had slowed us down for at least 3 seconds. How long has it been since we started, no need to focus too much on the little bit of DPS." Looking at the icicles that were still chasing after people on the field, Zhi Yi immediately frowned. This was just asking him to pull out the damage ranking list to start yelling at the people.

3 seconds was not too much, the impact it had on the team could be compensated.

However, from this point, the team's compliance with the party leader's instructions could be seen. The higher the degree of compliance, the more unnecessary deaths can be avoided. It was still necessary to yell at them a little.

However, when the team leader caught a glimpse of the damage list, he could not help but be stunned.

In the horizontal position of the first place on the damage list was a dark purple column.

That was the colour that represented the magician class.