Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Heroine Trapped
Himan and Sholk stood in the shadows, concealed by a powerful artifact that rendered them invisible to the naked eye. From their vantage point, they had witnessed the entire fight between Lucan and the outlaws they had sent. As they watched Lucan effortlessly dispatch their men, a growing sense of unease crept into their minds.

“How did we underestimate him so badly?” Sholk muttered under his breath.

“We considered everything—his skills, his tactics—but we never imagined he could be this powerful,” Himan admitted. “He’s far stronger than we anticipated.”

“But it’s not as if we weren’t prepared,” Sholk added, a sinister smile creeping across his face. “We still have our trump card. Those thirty outlaws with unique abilities… They may not be as strong as Lucan individually, but together, they’ll force him to expend considerable time and energy.”

Himan nodded.

However, what Himan and Sholk didn’t know was that a far greater plan had already been set in motion. As they stood there, plotting Lucan’s downfall, four figures were moving into position, each in a different direction around the White Pegasus Shrine.

Kai, Alec, Ruki, and Damian, all skilled in the arts of magic and combat, had been watching the situation unfold. Each of them had been carefully preparing a teleportation spell, chanting in unison from their hidden locations. The spell was designed to target the very outlaws Himan and Sholk brought and also them.

Suddenly, the thirty outlaws who had been preparing to engage Lucan vanished from the clearing, their bodies engulfed in a flash of light. When the light faded, they found themselves in a completely different environment—a dark, dank dungeon filled with the echoes of distant, unnatural growls.

Confusion and panic spread among the outlaws as they realized where they had been transported. The walls of the dungeon were lined with ancient, decaying stones, and the air was thick with the stench of decay. But the most terrifying aspect was the presence of the dungeon’s inhabitants—monsters of twisted forms. The monsters didn’t wait for the outlaws to regroup. They attacked immediately, their savage cries filling the chamber.

The outlaws, skilled though they were, found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of the monsters. They fought for their lives, barely holding the creatures at bay. There was no time to think about Lucan or the mission they had been given. Survival became their only goal.

Lucan also found himself in the dungeon, and he knew that Himan, and whoever had placed the bounty on his head, would be there too.

The air around Lucan shimmered with a faint blue light as he conjured wings made of water magic, lifting himself off the ground and into the dark, ominous sky of the dungeon. The dungeon was a vast, cavernous space, its ceiling stretching so high that it disappeared into shadow. The walls were lined with jagged rocks, and the ground was littered with bones.

This was the dungeon where the first saint and the White Pegasus had sealed many original monsters. Lucan knew how to access this place because of his game knowledge. So he devised a plan to trap everyone here. Now his goal was to leave this place. Himan and whoever placed the bounty on his head would never be able to escape, putting an end to the bounty problem.

As he flew through the eerie silence, the only sounds were the occasional distant roars of the dungeon’s inhabitants.

From the ground, monstrous creatures began to stir. They were twisted, nightmarish beings, their forms a grotesque mix of sharp claws, gnashing teeth, and glowing eyes. They charged at Lucan, their powerful limbs tearing through the rocky terrain as they leaped toward him. At the same time, from above, a swarm of winged beasts descended, their bat-like wings beating furiously as they screeched and dove at him with deadly intent.

Lucan was ready. He twisted in the air, his water wings giving him agility that far surpassed the flying creatures. He summoned a torrent of water around him, forming it into sharp, swirling blades that lashed out at the approaching monsters. The ground-based creatures were struck down before they could even reach him, the water blades slicing through them with precision.

The winged beasts fared no better. Lucan spun in mid-air, his movements fluid and graceful, and with a wave of his hand, he sent streams of water crashing into them. The creatures shrieked as they were knocked out of the air, their bodies crumpling as they plummeted to the ground below.

As Lucan continued toward the exit, he encountered more monsters. Some were massive, lumbering beasts with thick hides that deflected his attacks, while others were smaller, quicker, and more cunning. But no matter their size or strength, Lucan handled them all with the same lethal efficiency. His water magic flowed from him like a force of nature, washing over the monsters and leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

Soon, Lucan reached the exit and exited the dungeon. Outside, under the blue sky, Lucan flew and looked below. There was a hole in the tree, and the hole was the gate to that sealed place. Lucan chanted a spell, and the hole disappeared, closing the gate forever.

“Now, let’s hope the bounty problem is solved,” Lucan muttered.

Lucan knew Himan, and one thing he knew very well was that Himan always loved to watch his plans unfold before his eyes.

So he must be here, but he would be far away from the shrine. That’s why Lucan told Kai and the others to cover a very large area. Doing that transported all the outlaws, Himan, and Sholk into the dungeon, but besides these people, all animals, monsters, birds, insects, or any living thing within the radius were also transported into the dungeon.

However, Xue Lan and Lila should be safe since they were on the White Pegasus Shrine platform. The spell wouldn’t affect them, making them safe.

“Well, now let’s go back and meet them…” Lucan muttered as he flew back to the White Pegasus Shrine. His mana was running out, but it was enough to reach there.

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Maris blinked, disoriented as the sky was replaced by the cold, oppressive darkness of the dungeon. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the faint echoes of distant roars sent shivers down her spine. Panic surged through her as she tried to make sense of where she was, but there was no time to think.

A monstrous shape lunged at her from the shadows, its claws glinting with deadly intent. Instinctively, Maris raised her hand, and a brilliant burst of divine light erupted from her palm, illuminating the darkness and sending the creature reeling back with a pained screech. The light faded, leaving her heart pounding in her chest.

But the reprieve was short-lived. From every direction, she could see the glint of predatory eyes and hear the snarls of creatures closing in on her. Maris turned in a slow circle, her breathing quickening as she realized she was surrounded.