Chapter 229 - 157: Master of the Dark Furnace! (Part 2)

And the Master of the Dark Furnace...

Is an existence that ranks high even within the Extraordinary level.

Quasi-Legendary?

Raine isn’t sure if this is the right way to describe it.

"Damn it!"

Raine narrowed his eyes slightly; it’s the first time he’s faced such a daunting situation.

At the same time, his brain began to operate at high speed.

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Why is the enemy tracking them here?

And... how did the enemy manage to track them?

Undoubtedly, prior to this, the enemy showed no signs of searching for them.

Epic Warhammer!

Indeed!

The Epic Warhammer originally hidden within Leomon’s secret box was affected by a spell that places objects inside in a subspace. If not recalled, the enemy couldn’t possibly track it.

This means the enemy applied some advanced tracking magic on the Epic Warhammer, unnoticed by Raine, Sulfur Vine, or Laisa at the time.

Thus, it led to the current situation.

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Alright.

Having identified the problem, how should it be solved?

Behind him, two Extraordinary strong individuals from the Dark Furnace clan paused in place, not giving chase.

Undeniably, even beings of the caliber of the Master of the Dark Furnace have a strong fear of the Ancient Molten Earth Dragon within the cavern.

Otherwise, the enemy wouldn’t act this way.

Raine’s gaze flicked towards the depths of the lava cavern, at the vast sea of bubbling molten rock.

In that instant, he thought of a way to immediately solve the predicament!

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The simplest solution—

’is to throw the Epic Warhammer hanging from his waist directly into the depths of the lava cavern.’

By then, the strong individuals from the Dark Furnace clan would probably lose interest in chasing them.

As the Epic Warhammer is thrown out, the enemy won’t be able to continue tracking them.

On one side, there’s the urgent recovery of the Epic Warhammer by the Dark Furnace clan’s strong individuals.

And on the other, there’s a rare Warhammer emitting magical radiance, falling atop a dragon that greedily covets treasures and gold coins...

What happens next needs no elaboration.

Yet the problem is.

He genuinely likes this Warhammer.

Despite his short time on the second floor of the Adventurer’s Association, he knows that among magic weapons, swords and daggers are fairly common, with many of relatively high levels, like ’rare’ or even ’epic’.

But magic weapons like bows and shields are much less common.

As for Warhammers and other heavy weapons, they’re even rarer.

In other words.

He’s virtually certain that if he misses out on this Epic Warhammer, there’s a high chance he won’t encounter or possess another Epic Warhammer for a long time.

So....

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But what can he do even if he’s unwilling?

After all, life is only lived once.

Plus, he has Sulfur Vine and Laisa by his side.

Is there really no other way?

’Two Extraordinary strong beings’, ’dragon’....

Damn it!

Sigh! If only he could make them fight!

Wait a minute!

There might still be a chance.

Raine’s eyes lit up!

He suddenly thought of the Fourth Level Spell Scroll Any Door, and his mastery of the ’Frost Breath’ comparable to the power of a Fourth Level Spell...

Derived from the white dragon bloodline’s Frost Breath.

Even as a human, releasing it would exert a formidable white dragon’s pressure, akin to the pressure of a young dragon stage.

But that’s good enough!

In the territory of one dragon, the emergence of another dragon’s presence...

What reaction will a dragon with strong territorial instincts have?

It’s obvious!

As for the consequences of the Ancient Molten Earth Dragon being awakened, it’s not something a person currently being hunted, in a situation on the verge of collapse, needs to contemplate.

Suddenly.

Raine turned abruptly.

His chest swelled fiercely, as if housing a high-powered steam engine!

With veins bulging on his neck, like a cobra flaring up in anger.

In the next instant.

"Roar!"

A white shockwave erupted from Raine’s wide-open mouth.

In front.

Over ten elite gray dwarves, whose classes level reached Level 5, were instantly frozen by the white shockwave on the spot, only a few escaped by chance as they were outside the reach of the Frost Breath.

More astounding was the fleeting white dragon presence.

Like a crest falling into a trough, it vanished instantly.

But that was enough....

At the same time.

Raine quickly set down the two women, stroked the model, and prepared to place the silver-glowing Epic Warhammer into the suddenly appearing black box.

On the other side.

"What!"

Both the Master of the Dark Furnace and High Priest Duggar were shocked by Raine’s maneuver.

They faintly saw a breath form originating from the dragon race, specifically, the white dragon.

If Raine’s human body were replaced by a young white dragon, the breath would have fit perfectly.

"No good!" The Master of the Dark Furnace Lokar’s expression changed!

Suddenly!

The scorching airflow in the cave seemed to move violently.

A strong pressure from the top of the food chain spread like a tsunami out of the molten cavern.

"Aaargh!!!"

What followed was a chest-thumping sound, as if from a thousand war drums being struck simultaneously, echoing throughout the relatively enclosed passage!

"Damn thief!!!"

The Master of the Dark Furnace Lokar immediately cursed.

Because the worst-case scenario occurred.

The situation he had been desperately trying to avoid has happened!

The entire affair deviated completely from the anticipated direction!