strictlysupreme Chapter 191 191: Queen’s Black Flame — The True Floor Boss Chamber!
Chapter 191 191: Queen’s Black Flame — The True Floor Boss Chamber!
As long as he was inside the Dungeon, and his Revival uses were sufficient, Ron could afford to go all out—especially when it came to burning through his life force to unleash that exclusive slash.
Queen's Black Flame!
Just as its name implied—
Pitch-black flames, dark as ink, completely wrapped around the spiral greatsword.
The black flames had no temperature.
Yet they carried an authority that seemed capable of burning everything in existence!
And unlike in Elden Ring, as long as he had enough life force to consume, the Elden Ring weapon—Godslayer's Greatsword—could maintain this overpowering state indefinitely.
"Gotta say…"
"At least it looks cool as hell!"
After all, it was specifically effective against gods.
Against the mutated, dark-skinned Minotaur before him, simply smashing wouldn't be enough to kill it—he had to use other methods.
Compared to Great Fortune, despite being of similar size, this weapon was clearly much lighter.
Ron stared at the Minotaur before him—its skin dark, its physique massively built—and without using any fancy techniques, he stepped forward decisively.
As the Godslayer's Greatsword swung down, the pitch-black flames carved a fleeting arc of sword light through the air.
As a spiral greatsword, only its tip was truly sharp—the rest could practically be treated like a blunt club. But under the influence of its exclusive Ash of War, it produced an unexpectedly devastating effect.
"@#￥!!"
The moment the black flame made contact with the Minotaur—
It clung to its skin like a parasitic curse. The creature's sparse fur began to emit a foul, burnt stench under the flames.
The monster's pained roar echoed through the narrow cave passage.
Its crimson eyes lost all rationality. Instead of counterattacking Ron, it dropped the massive axe in its hand and tried to extinguish the flames with its bare palms.
"…"
But the Minotaur's resistance was ultimately futile.
That flame—capable of burning even gods—spread visibly due to its actions, igniting the thick, calloused flesh of its palms.
The damage wasn't immediately fatal.
But the pain from the burning was unavoidable.
"That's a bit ridiculous…"
"Why does this black flame feel even more disgusting than the Pus of Man?"
The good news:
This weapon could only be used normally by him.
If he increased the attack frequency of the Godslayer's Greatsword, sooner or later he could burn the Minotaur to death purely through the Queen's Black Flame.
However—
The cost of using this weapon was just as obvious.
Ron could clearly feel it—an indescribable energy within his body was being continuously drained by the sword in his hand.
Realizing this, he decisively canceled the Ash of War. As the supply of life force ceased, the black flames coating the spiral greatsword extinguished at a visible speed.
Even that brief usage—had drained enough life force to make Ron feel a long-lost sense of weakness.
This exclusive Ash of War was different from the "Power Within" skill from the Ashen One's save—at least it didn't subject the user to physical torment.
Instead… it left an indelible effect on the Minotaur in the distance.
If he wanted a quick finish, now would be the best time to press the attack. But as Ron looked at the flames nearly engulfing the Minotaur's upper body—he chose not to move.
He wanted to see just how long the black flame effect from this exclusive skill would last.
"It shouldn't just burn it to death outright… right?"
"…"
Up ahead, the Minotaur's upper body was already swallowed by black flames. The stench of scorched skin and fur drifted through the cave with the faint breeze, saturating the surrounding environment.
Because of the pain, that dark-skinned Minotaur—ironically the "lucky one"—rolled frantically across the cave floor, its massive, flesh-mountain-like body thrashing about.
Its already charred skin split open further as a result of its own movements.
And just as he had expected—this black flame did not grow more intense as it spread. Instead, the flickering fire gradually died out once its fuel was completely exhausted.
The agony ravaging its body did not drive the Minotaur to flee.
After extinguishing the flames on its surface, it struggled back to its feet, grabbed the massive axe it had dropped, and its crimson eyes seemed to bleed.
That violent killing intent was practically taking on physical form!
"@!#￥!"
What the hell was it even saying?
He couldn't understand a word of the Minotaur's guttural speech. At the very least, as a human, Ron had no way of comprehending its language—but he could roughly guess.
He chose not to continue using the Godslayer's Greatsword.
This weapon really could only be used like a blunt club.
Against a high-HP, tank-type Floor Boss, it might prove useful—but using it on a Minotaur like this just felt like a waste of exploration time.
So—Ron returned to his greatsword style once more.
The injuries inflicted by the black flame were already horrific to the naked eye. And when dealing with monsters, the best method was to finish them cleanly and efficiently.
Kill—don't torture.
Having already fought Minotaurs back on the 5th Floor, and with this one already heavily wounded, dealing with it now posed no difficulty at all.
"Not bad."
The battle ended quickly.
Looking at the magic stone dropped on the ground, Ron made a rough judgment about the Floor they were currently on—at the very least, it had to be around the 15th Floor.
"Just don't know…"
"If we've been gone this long, will they come deeper into the Dungeon looking for us?"
However—without the influence of his Despicable Outsider skill, the Dungeon returning to its normal difficulty would actually make things much easier for them.
"…"
Following behind Ron, even encountering a mutated Minotaur no longer stirred much reaction from Lefiya and Tiona, who had already experienced the Fog Gate.
After all—compared to something like the Ash Judge, and that grotesquely mutated form, the native monsters of this Dungeon now seemed almost… decent-looking by comparison. The only thing that truly surprised them was probably Ron's spiral greatsword—and that utterly terrifying black flame!
"Not sure why…"
"But I always feel like—Ron being hated by the Dungeon and triggering abnormal events is completely normal."
This Dungeon expedition had quickly brought Tiona and Lefiya closer together.
After whispering between themselves, they both came to the same conclusion: Ron's outrageous talent being targeted by the Dungeon was far from baseless.
He had mastered all kinds of combat methods.
He could even replicate the techniques used by monsters.
And more than that—even after sustaining fatal injuries, he would trigger magic at the brink of death and stand back up again. From the Dungeon's perspective, a monster like that absolutely shouldn't be allowed to exist.
You couldn't beat him.
You couldn't kill him.
And most importantly, under such high-intensity pressure, his strength was growing at an exponential rate!
"…"
The cave passage was eerily quiet.
So quiet that the whispered conversation between the two girls behind him was clearly heard by Ron, who was leading the way up front. Was it really appropriate to be trash-talking him so openly behind his back?
Back when his stats hadn't caught up yet, this Soulslike Dungeon had caused him no small amount of trouble. Right now, he had merely endured long enough to come out on top.
However—as he looked ahead at the suddenly widening environment of the Floor, he lost all desire to complain.
Because in the distance ahead—that looked very much like a true Boss Room!!
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