Overpowered Wizard-Chapter 290: B3: C80: History in the Making

Wallen’s eyes grew as wide as saucers.

There was a pregnant pause that took over the battle, freezing up all combatants. Even Princess Foodie stopped fully in her tracks, about one swing away from hacking off the foot of a wolf dragon.

The creature that was about to have its limb removed came to a full stop to gawk in a manner that was rare for the vilest of monsters. Nobody was more surprised than Wallen, who looked down at his weapon before noticing something clunk inside, like a ball getting loaded into position inside of a cannon.

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“Oh, sweet, it didn’t blow up on you,” growled the Dark Lord, his arms wet from pulling free the intestines of a wolf Dragon, his voice shaking the air with a rumble similar to his summoned creature. “I figured if you’re going to keep the POV, you might as well make for a decent test subject. Thanks, princess-stealer.”

Wallen turned and triggered the weapon again. The loud hum of the building charge seemed to snap the combatants out of their shock and remind them they had deadly foes right in front of them.

Wallen looked up as a limping wolf dragon threw itself jaws first at him.

The Bug Alchemist blew off the top of its head and dug out half of its spine. The wound was so great, the immense body of the wolf dragon flew off at an angle away from him while raining upon him a splatter of blood. Then the same clunking sound happened, telling him the weapon was loaded and ready to fire once more.

“That’s a nice look on your face. Like a happy goblin playing with a new toy,” Foodie complimented, showing an expression that was new: a ferocious goblin smile that shifted her human-like beauty to something more bestial.

Wallen felt a part of him break, and that was okay. He had a fun toy to play with.

So he followed the princess who happily cut down wolf dragons by their legs and gave Wallen easy shots to blast their skulls into smithereens. He ran and gunned, and ran and gunned, and ran and gunned some more.

He enjoyed the envious looks he received from his fellow guilders and comrades. He still had no idea why the POV existed, but if it allowed him to shoot the horrifically overpowered weapon and serve as a demigod on the battlefield next to a demigoddess of a goblin princess, then so be it.

Just like that, they forced the remaining wolf dragons into a running retreat.

“No, no, no, there will be no running.” The monstrous Dark Lord waved his hand.

Wallen along with everyone else found themselves swept into a place with no sound, no colors, no existence, only the infinite nothingness. Then the moment passed and Wallen snapped to attention as he faced the fleeing wolf dragons, but they were running straight toward them this time.

It took a split second for Wallen to realize the Dark Lord had moved the entire army to cut off the wolf dragon’s retreat. He’d done it so easily and so smoothly that they barely missed a beat.

Wallen let loose the shots from his handheld cannon as his comrades attacked with an array of destructive flames and void-warped magic. Together, they hacked, burned, drilled, destroyed, dismantled, brutalized, chopped, erased, and mutilated the wolf dragons.

They slaughtered the wolf dragons to the last, with Princess Foodie getting the last hit before Wallen could. No doubt, she did that on purpose, and she didn’t even try to hide it as she smirked at him.

Then she twisted away and ran into her Father’s shin, hugging his lower leg while he towered over them in his monstrous gator form, his lion tail snapping back mightily behind him.

“Okay, I’m pushing the limits here, so no more hell gator.” The Dark Lord waved back at the immense creature before it turned into drizzling ash.

In return, the Dark Lord dwindled from his mighty height and returned to his human form, his daughter hugging and nuzzling his side still, showing such high affection that it nearly broke the bearing of the army. It was hard with how the Darkruns could act so nonchalant.

“Oh, sweet, no damage to the threads,” the Dark Lord said, looking down at his clothing. “Gotta love wizard skills.”

Wallen wondered how often did the Dark Lord have his legendary gear destroyed in conflict, but decided it was best not to consider that for too long. After all, the Floridians had a habit of feeding legendary gear to an epic dungeon.

“What now, Father?” asked the goblin princess. “Will we go straight to the heart of the dungeon and engage the boss in a fight?”

“Yes, but we’ll get there to catch the tail end of it.”

“Of what?” Foodie tilted her head in confusion, and Wallen felt the same.

“Of the boss battle Ezda and Arnold are having with the Dungeon Boss.”

The sweeping nothingness caught hold of Wallen in its embrace again. Then the nothingness peeled away, and they were at the edge of the Wolf Dragon Den, which was an old stony forest with thick gray fog and immense tree towers that stood hundreds of feet in the air.

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The Wolf Dragon Den was the official territory that wrapped around the Wolf Dragon Dungeon, which was a rare open-air dungeon.

The moment they crossed a certain delineating line, their environment changed.

The ground became bloody while covered in black bones and skulls. The fog took on a reddish tint while smelling of foul waste. Tarnished and half-digested gear waited in ooze-covered piles, their enchantments burnt to uselessness from the stomach acids they’d endured before being ejected.

The treetops above fused into a stony ceiling with no opening to leave fully by air. The atmosphere felt terrible, which was to be expected from a Legendary Level 90 dungeon.

“Heh. Even now, it’s trying to obscure our way.” The Dark Lord reached forth before squeezing his fist, which made the entire dungeon tremble under Wallen and everyone else’s boots.

Then the blood-tinted fog cleared before they progressed forward in a perfectly unobscured straight line, leaving Wallen feeling amazed once again.

They had to waste time searching for a suitable path while getting turned around multiple times in the dungeon the first time they’d gone through. But with the Dark Lord, they cut a perfect path to their goal where they heard fierce fighting and shouts and the roar of a horrific monster that could only be the Dungeon Boss.

They climbed to the top of a desecrated hill of digested corpses and ruined gear before coming to a stop to see a surprising sight. The Dungeon Boss, a three-headed wolf dragon, was bloody, horribly mutilated, and covered in thick silver spikes running through its body.

Blood flowed continuously from its wounds regardless of its great vitality. Its every roar and breath sounded haggard and weary as it retreated and ducked around the arena from a creature that was bigger and more frightening than a draconic boss monster.

“Well, well, well, look at you, Ezda,” said the Dark Lord proudly. “And Arnold of Ambrose, too.”

Wallen could hardly believe it. Not only were the two mostly okay on their own, they were working together like a pair of well-coordinated adventurers.

Ezda bullied the wolf dragon with her immense and masterful size while shaped into a giant hyena-like monster. Arnold darted skillfully around and underneath the battling titans, the Silver Guardian sending forth powerful silver spikes.

Each one was three times the length a man was tall while covered in thorns and vines. Each time the long spikes landed, they sunk deeper into the flesh of the wolf dragon while spreading silver vines.

Wallen watched as a spectator to the spectacular display, only to get snapped out of his amazement when a dark tentacle wrapped up the princess. The skull face of the Dark Lord seemed to glare at his daughter.

“You were going to kill steal,” he accused.

The princess wore a flat expression on her face. Then her green cheeks turned a rosy tint, her ears lowering.

“Wow, even the princess can be a bit of a scoundrel, huh?” Osbert said.

“Naughty, naughty, princess,” Amabel mocked lightly.

“I’m half tempted to get a hit, though.” Clotilda gripped her axe tensely.

Everyone else, human, gnoll, troll, goblin, and even skeleton, seemed to share the same sentiment without even having to say anything. Wallen could probably get the kill with one shot of his amazing miniature lightning cannon, but he feared the wrath of the Dark Lord.

So he pointed the barrel down at the rotten junk beneath them and told himself inwardly not to kill steal. Besides, the Voracious Blood Beast and the Silver Guardian were putting on a performance that deserved a reward for their efforts and sacrifices deep in the dungeon.

Eventually, the Dungeon Boss drew its last breath, and had its neck snapped under a crushing blow from Ezda’s paw. The shifted gnoll elder reared up and let out a triumphant cry. She turned her immense muzzle down to the gasping and weary Silver Guardian, catching him with giant slurping licks that left him flattened and covered in her oozing saliva.

Ezda ignored Arnold’s complaints and fist-shaking before turning her attention to the edge of the arena where the Ride-or-Die Army waited with the Dark Lord. It didn’t help that the gnolls were screaming and cheering and praising their elder.

Wallen felt a premonition of danger based on how Ezda tensed up, like she was going to sprint with all her bulk to reach the Dark Lord specifically, nevermind everyone else around him.

Thankfully, the Dark Lord disappeared and reappeared in the arena with a smooth stride. He passed by Ezda’s paw with a pat to her ankle that redirected her focus to what was below her before she crashed into the army.

“My alpha! We’ve won!” Ezda cheered, slobbering over him, but not quite to the point of pinning him down with licks and slobber like she did to Arnold. “And I’m a Master Ranker! I can ascend!”

The excited gnoll danced about while making happy chirping sounds in her giant shifted form. The Dark Lord looked back and gave the Voracious Blood Beast a nod of recognition before continuing forth where Arnold of Ambrose, the Silver Guardian, waited next to the belly of the Dungeon Boss.

The two exchanged words so quietly, Wallen’s enhanced ears couldn’t catch the conversation while he and the others remained on the edge of the arena. Before the full realization of what they’d achieved hit them, the Dark Lord sliced open the belly of the boss monster with blades of darkness.

Then he reached in with his own hands, pulling out two things, the corpse of Roland of Wood and a dungeon core. Only then did the surrounding dungeon fade, returning them to the foggy forest they’d originally entered.

Large notification boxes appeared above them. Hundreds of treasure chests appeared from thin air, one for each person who witnessed the end of the dungeon. But Wallen didn’t focus on them. He focused on the Dark Lord as he held one of his own like a father would hold a dear son.

“You know what’s the worst part about all of this,” said the Dark Lord, his voice low but clear. “I don’t even think my little sister cared about this battle specifically. She was just flexing a little.”

“Little … sister?” Wallen croaked.

Princess Foodie’s ears flicked up and down at odd angles. She turned her yellow and cat-like eyes to Wallen, picking him out while speaking to everyone.

“The Dragoness is the little sister of the Dark Lord. She is an Ultra Goddess, and she also holds great power over our universe.”

Wallen never had siblings, but he’d imagined having a little sister was like having someone who was both an annoyance and a precious person worth caring over.

Wallen couldn’t hope to understand what the Dark Lord was going through as the man cradled the body of a precious member of Ride-or-Die, the first guild leader.

That could’ve been me, Wallen thought grimly. Yet, here I am, still alive despite being a bug in the grand scheme of it all.

Wallen had no idea how long his decent fortune would last while in service to Floridians and Ultra Gods. But he did know that on this day, the Walled Continent, and perhaps the rest of the world, was changed forever. On this day, he was a part of history in the making.