With the help of Magic Missiles, the forty Skeleton Warriors fell quickly.
“Tower! Here they come again!”
Just as she finished off her side, another twenty flew over from the other direction.
Lan Qingyou didn't hesitate and humanely dispatched them on the spot.
However, to her and everyone else's surprise, the enemy summoned yet another wave as soon as she cleared the third.
It seemed there had to be Skeleton Warriors on the field at all times, or the boss would just keep summoning them.
With that thought, Lan Qingyou turned her head and observed the Undead General with her Analytic Magic Eye, formulating a plan in her mind.
You like summoning, don't you?
Then I'll let you summon to your heart's content.
Following Lan Qingyou’s orders, the Undead General would summon a wave, and Lan Qingyou would slaughter them immediately.
Her goal was simple: drain the enemy’s mana.
Although summoning didn't cost much, as long as they kept this up, taking down the boss was only a matter of time.
After all, other combat skills required mana too. Without it, the boss would be a fish on a chopping block.
However, this strategy took a toll on the stonemason, Li Huai.
As a mage, his mana pool was among the highest of all the transmigrators.
But his level was still low, and even two or three thousand mana points couldn't withstand such a constant drain.
And so...
He received the same treatment Lan Qingyou once had.
He began chugging mana potions one after another.
Eventually, just as Lan Qingyou expected, the Undead General ran out of mana. Not only could it no longer use magic skills, but its attack and defense were also significantly reduced.
Under the combined assault of the six of them, the Undead General was soon cut down.
“Whew... finally, we can rest.”
The moment the Undead General collapsed, everyone’s tension snapped.
From the look of things, there were no more monsters here, meaning their dungeon run was a success.
Lan Qingyou had also jumped from level 9 to level 15.
“Wait! Something’s not right!”
Lan Qingyou froze for a moment after looking down at the personal profile on the back of her hand.
“What’s wrong?”
The High Priestess leaned in and asked curiously.
“The points are wrong. Check yours. It seems that after leveling up, we now get 5 attribute points per level. My spirit attribute just jumped by 25 points.”
“Huh? That’s happening?”
The group quickly checked their own profiles. After a bit of mental math, they realized it was true!
“Is this good news?”
Gu Xiaobei asked, tilting her head.
Having leeched enough experience to reach level 11, she was now among the top tier of all transmigrators.
Of course...
While she claimed to be leeching, anyone with eyes could see she had put in serious work.
She had swung her wooden spatula with such vigor that she had shattered the skulls of quite a few sailor skeletons.
After all, a C-rank spatula with +40 Strength was no joke.
“Of course it is. Attributes are directly linked to health and mana. The more you have, the harder it is to die, not to mention you'll consume fewer potions—urgh—”
Li Huai spoke with an air of nonchalance while clutching his stomach, which was sloshing with mana potions.
If he hadn't eventually covered his mouth to stop the potions from spraying out and ruining his cool persona, the group might have actually believed him.
There was no helping it; the potions he had were Basic Mana Potions that restored 200 points.
The new mana potions Lan Qingyou made that restored 350 points were currently only available to the creator herself and the Kalim Supreme Council.
With so many members in the Supreme Council, they didn't even have enough for themselves, so there was no way they would sell them.
“Take one of these. Your stomach will feel much better.”
Lan Qingyou looked at him with pity and tossed him a digestion pill she had handmade.
This was a pill she had developed in her spare time while working on the golems.
She had made them specifically for moments like this.
After all, she was a girl who was very good at learning from experience.
“Thanks.”
Li Huai said gratefully. He swallowed it without a second thought. To his surprise, it had a cool, minty flavor, and his stomach felt better almost instantly.
At the very least, that feeling of ‘potions could erupt from my esophagus at any second’ vanished.
“What are you doing now?”
While the others were resting, Nemo had taken out a dustpan and broom to sweep all the bones from the Skeleton Warriors into a pile.
“The Empress and Justice asked me to. They said these things can be used for compost.”
“...”
Fine, more materials then.
The group fell silent, turning their heads to look for a new topic.
“It’s finally over. I wonder if this dungeon has any good loot. If it’s just levels, I feel like something’s missing.”
Having finished the battle, the group intended to rest for a bit before searching for the spoils of war.
“By the way, where did you find those treasures last time?”
Someone asked Lan Qingyou, wanting to learn from her past success.
In response, Lan Qingyou smiled and held up Spoon.
“I relied on him.”
“Squeak!”
Spoon stood in Lan Qingyou’s palm with his hands on his hips, looking so proud that it made everyone chuckle.
“This is...”
“Spoon is very sensitive to the scent of treasure. If there’s anything valuable nearby, he can usually find it.”
Lan Qingyou didn't mention Spoon’s race, only giving a brief introduction on how to use him.
“Must be nice. It feels like you encounter all the good things.”
The High Priestess looked at the white mouse in Lan Qingyou’s hand, practically drooling with envy. Her gaze was so intense that the once-cocky little mouse squeaked and dove into Lan Qingyou’s coat.
“So, does that mean Spoon hasn't sensed any treasure worth taking nearby?”
The Magician noticed Lan Qingyou’s empty hands and hit upon the key issue.
“No, he’s sensed something. We’ll head out after we’ve finished resting.”
“Why rest if there’s treasure?”
“Exactly. We’re not that fragile.”
The High Priestess and Gu Xiaobei jumped up instantly, showing none of the exhaustion they had displayed just moments ago.
Truly, men die for wealth.
Lan Qingyou also took flight.
Since they all wanted to see the treasure first, they might as well skip the rest.
The group happily followed Lan Qingyou to the spot where the Undead General had died. She reached down and picked up the boss's two-handed greatsword.
“Blade of Sanguine Might, A-rank. +80 Strength. Enchantments: Sharpness, Eternal, Lifesteal.”
“...”
“Convenient. That’s just too convenient.”
“A little mouse to find the treasure and you to identify it on the spot. That’s an incredible combo.”
After a brief silence, the group was full of praise for Lan Qingyou and Spoon.
However, they weren't interested in the greatsword itself.
They were all researchers, and a greatsword wasn't a primary weapon for any of them. Even the only one present who used a sword treated it more as an enhancement tool.
Simply put, the Blade of Sanguine Might held no attraction for them, even if it was an A-rank item.
“What about the rest?”
“Over here.”
Lan Qingyou flew to the spot where the Undead General had originally been standing.
With a light brush and a pull on the deck, a trapdoor opened, revealing a dark ship cabin below.
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