Chapter 175: Night Hag’s Lair Xin had to carefully manage his remaining resources.
The limited supply of [Necrotite Crystal] made creating a Necro Golem unwise. And given that most of their enemies’ here have affinity for necrotic and dark elements, it wasn’t the best Golem to aid him in battle.
With 49 golems already created within the daily limit of 50, he held off on the last one for emergencies.
The chateau’s numerous rooms had depleted his golem reserves significantly. Relentless enemies chipped away at his creations, leaving him with just twenty out of the original fifty.
With the help of Pudding who was working overtime, Xin swiftly crafted 5 Basic Golems, 10 Elemental Golems, an Ember Golem that specialize in fire spells, a Tempest Golem that unleash powerful storm magic, and two Titanium Golems that have the most DEF in all of his Golems, making the most of his remaining resources.
Xin debated enhancing his golems’ dexterity with the scarce [Abyssal Crystallite] he possessed, considering the potential advantage it would provide.
However, he couldn’t ignore the fact that he’d need to replenish his supplies soon.
Hilda’s contributions had been crucial to the increase of his materials, but Xin knew he’d have to return to mining after this challenge if he wanted to create more powerful Golems.
Speaking of Hilda, Xin glanced over his shoulder, worrying about her since she couldn’t follow them here. The rooms in this dungeon isolated every group, so he didn’t know where Hilda was right now.
Reminding himself that she was a capable combatant NPC, and a princess, he pushed aside his concerns. Hilda had a high chance of surviving than anyone else in this dungeon.
Despite Rever’s impressive tanking abilities, Xin felt that it wasn’t enough. To begin with, Rever wasn’t supposed to be a tank. He was a DPS.
Ultimately, Xin decided to enhance the speed of his two Titanium Golems using the [Abyssal Crystallite].
And by placing the [Create Golem] skill in his tier-5 slots, the golems he created possessed powerful tier-5 spells and skills, making them formidable allies in battle.
Yuzuro marveled at the sight of the numerous golems surrounding them, prompting her to ask, "How many can you create in a day, Lord Schrodinger?"
Xin answered her, "I can create up to fifty a day, depending on which tier I place the skill. I just hope they’ll all fit into the next room."
So far, the rooms that they had previously been were adjusting in size to accommodate the players’ numbers. Xin was hoping that it was the same in the Boss room.
"Is everyone prepared?" Victor’s question hung in the air.
Xin and the rest of the group nodded.
"Then, let’s go."
Following the clues on the notes left in the previous rooms, Xin and the others cautiously approached the concealed door hidden behind the king’s throne, a gateway to the dungeon’s final chamber.
The room bore the scars of time, its tattered curtains weaving a tale of aristocratic lineage now lost to history.
Dusty relics and forgotten memories whispered of an era long past, and in one corner, a somber pile of bones told the story of a prisoner’s descendant.
Beside the bones lay an ancient parchment bearing a cryptic poem:
"In the halls of the lost heirloom,
where passion forever blooms,
Collarbone, the key unknown,
whispers secrets of its own.
Unlock the gate with love and unveil the heritage,
Where emotions guide us to secrets and destinies,
a sacred pilgrimage."
Within this room of forgotten legacies, secrets of an ancestral treasure waited to be revealed.
Everyone eyed the seal, their ultimate quest, with anticipation.
Utilizing Victor and Midnight Duchess’s keen perception, they located the seal hidden amidst the room’s opulent riches.
Yet, before they could claim their prize, a formidable foe stood in their way. The chamber was guarded by a malevolent Night Hag, fiercely protecting the sacred legacy.
Its sinister presence permeated the room, draining life from any brave soul who dared to confront it. Only the most valiant explorers stood a chance against this terrifying adversary.
The chamber fell into a sudden hush as if the air itself dared not disturb the ominous silence. From the shadows emerged the Night Hag, a being of grotesque terror.
Her skin, ashen and pallid, clung to her skeletal frame like a damp cloth on a withering corpse. Straggly, lank hair the color of midnight cascaded down her hunched back, entwined with shards of glass and brambles.
Her eyes glowed with an eerie, malevolent light, burning like smoldering embers in the darkness.
Each step she took seemed to echo with the creaking of ancient floorboards, her long, gnarled fingers stretching out like the talons of some predatory beast.
The Hag’s robes were tattered and stained with the filth of centuries. Patchwork pieces of fabric adorned her, each scrap seemingly torn from the clothing of her victims, a grotesque patchwork quilt of suffering.
In her bony hands, she clutched a staff made from a gnarled tree branch, crowned with a sinister, glowing crystal that pulsed with an unnatural light.
A chilling smile twisted her wretched features as she spoke, her voice a cacophony of whispers and wails that seemed to seep into the very souls of those who heard it.
"Well, well, what have we here?" she hissed, her words dripping with malice. "More brave souls were seeking treasures that do not belong to them. How delightful, how utterly delightful. You must be prepared to pay the price for your greed, my lovelies."
The Hag’s eyes gleamed with malevolent glee as she continued, her voice taking on a sing-song quality that sent shivered down the spines of those who heard.
"Oh, I see fear in your eyes, such delectable fear. But do not worry, little ones. I will make your deaths . . . quick and memorable."
. With that, she let out a cackling laugh that reverberated through the chamber, sending chills down the spines of Xin and the others.
The battle was about to begin, and they were faced not only with a formidable enemy but a creature whose very presence seemed to embody the essence of wickedness itself.