Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 160
Burning Hell’s Dungeons (5)

It wasn’t just Isabelle who arrived at the underground prison.

From the Captains of the special task force to those who had previously been with him at Cerberus, they all arrived.

Some of them assisted Isabelle in defeating the Frost Lich, while the rest of them cut a path to the 7th level of the underground prison.

Most of the prisoners on the seventh level were used as sacrifices to turn Tervis into a Lich, so they were able to secure the area without much incident.

The entrance to the 8th level.

The underground 8th level is where prisoners like Henry Baskervan are held, and it’s managed by the head of the Special Division 1, who is the most skilled among the special task force at Burning Hell.

“From now on, there will likely be Master-level or higher skilled individuals imprisoned here. Those who are not at least Advanced Expert level or above will wait here.”

At the very least, the Advanced Experts may be able to stand their ground against Masters and above, but the rest would likely just get themselves killed without making much of a difference.

A few elite individuals have been selected, such as the captains of the task force and Adela, an apprentice of the sword maiden.

“Then let’s go in.”

The eighth level, in contrast to the other levels, had no theme.

The prisoners on the upper levels were deemed rehabilitatable, so they tried to reform them through specialized environments.

The eighth level was reserved for heavy weight criminals.

They were considered irredeemable, and thus the focus was on creating a special area that they could never escape from.

The area is shaped like a pentagon.

and a series of five steel cells.

Inside the steel cells, magic seals were installed to prevent any use of any power, and from the outside they were made indestructible.

Since they were installed by the Tower Masters of the Kingdom of Resha themselves, breaking them is nearly impossible unless they are present.

Furthermore.

The prisoners were kept chained by their arms and legs to an iron cross and fed only the bare minimum of liquid food.

Why were the prisoners, who could potentially pose a threat to Burning Hell if they were ever released, spared instead of being killed?

There was only one answer to this question.

With the opening of the Gate to the Demon Realm, the Demon Church could demonize the imprisoned individuals in order to create a stronger force.

The stronger and more prisoners are imprisoned, the more powerful the Demon Church becomes.

“If the situation is more unfavorable than expected, we’ll seal the eighth level and plan another strategy.”

“Understood.”

“Let’s do that.”

Leading the group down the stairwell.

Up ahead, there was a path for only one person to walk down, and five pentagonal steel cages.

The prisoners who were supposed to be inside were missing.

Instead, there were hooded figures at the center of the pentagram.

He tuned up his senses and inspected them.

The energy and overall feel of these men didn’t seem to belong to the prisoners, but to the Demon Cultists. The atmosphere of those waiting at the foot of the stairs was intense.

The prisoners who were supposed to be inside were missing.

Instead, there were hooded figures at the center of the pentagram.

He tuned up his senses and inspected them.

The energy and overall feel of these men didn’t seem to belong to the prisoners, but to the Demon Cultists. The atmosphere of those waiting at the foot of the stairwell intensified.

A space so narrow that a single person could barely maneuver.

In this condition, if a battle were to break out, they would be at a disadvantage.

“That’s all you guys are permitted to.”

With the sound of scraping metal, the hooded figure stepped forward. At the same time, he also propelled himself off and leapt downwards.

The immediate goal is to secure a safe area.

Gripping the swords in both hands, he imbued them with mana and the power of purification. Using Storm Slash and Gale Slash, Redin secured the area under the stairs.

The others who had followed him down took up positions.

Each took out their own weapons and readied for battle.

The cultists on the other hand, seeing us, pulled something from their robes.

Demonic artifacts.

Weapons made out of curses.

The cultists rushed towards his group wielding various types of weapons, while they also in turn charged forward.

“Aaaaaaah!”

“Kill them all.”

*Clang!*

*Boom!*

The clash of multiple weapons ensued.

They are completely outnumbered. In order to turn the battle in their favor, he had to reduce the enemy’s numbers.

Redin gripped his sword and leaped ahead.

With Blazing Soul or Archmage’s Desire, he could have easily taken out the Frost Lich, not to mention mopping up these people.

But there is no telling what might occur further underground.

He needed to clear them out, while conserving as many of his special abilities as possible.

*Clang!*

*Skrrr!*

He swiftly surveyed the battlefield as the combat unfolded, creating openings with his shadow egos and striking at the opposing forces’ necks.

One by one, he cut them down, and then approached the Demon Cultist standing at the rear.

“It seems we’re still a long way off if you’ve come out to greet us like this.”

“Hmm, do you think so?”

“Don’t waste your time, I’ve already figured out what you’re up to.”

The reason this guy is staying at the back.

It was to consume the curses of every dead cultist. The more curses he could gather, the more explosive he would become.

“It’s your last resort, but I think we’ll win even if you use it.”

“I doubt it.”

*Rumbles*

The floor shook violently, sending a chill down his spine.

Demonic Energy from beneath the ground.

The ninth underground level, where the Demon Gate is presumably located.

“Not much longer now.”

The cultist smirked as he pulled out his weapon, a mace in the shape of a bludgeon, slinging it over his shoulder.

Looking at the man, Redin slid his sword back into its scabbard.

“You’re quick to give up.”

“Give up? Hardly.”

He retrieved a small vial from his subspace pouch.

The five holy waters he received from the Saintess before leaving the Holy Empire. The Divine Power contained within, blessed by the Saint herself, was incredibly potent.

With the vial in hand, he lunged at the man.

*Smash*

He shattered the vial, simultaneously gathering the divine power contained in the holy water to form the Sword of Judgment.

He gripped the sword made of radiant light with both hands and cleaved the cultist in half.

With the mace held in the air, the halved Demon Cultist turned to black ash and dissipated.

“Seria!”

At his call, Seria killed the cultist in front of her, and went to his side.

The momentum has already shifted in their favor.

In the situation where each was supplied with an extra potion, there wouldn’t be casualties even if they were injured.

Together with Seria, they descended to the ninth level.

The only fortunate thing is that there are no prisoners on the 9th floor. If there were enemies appearing, they would all be on the 8th floor.

Even that would be a minor problem if Henry Baskervan were to join them.

The same staircase that led down to the eighth level. They reached the ninth level of the underground prison, down a path that could barely fit a single person.

“That is… the Gate to the Demon Realm?”

“That’s right.”

A rectangular black door in a huge space in front of them, its size almost surreal.

The door was adorned with various carvings and engravings.

Some symbolizing demons.

The hooded figure in front of them glanced their way and slowly moved toward the door.

Redin wondered what he was doing.

As much as he wanted to rush in and overpower him, there was a dungeon beneath the stairs.

And there was a stream of demonic energy flowing out of the dungeon and into the demonic gate. There are probably members of the Special Forces and prisoners from the 8th floor in there somewhere.

He took another bottle of holy water from his subspace pouch and held it in his hand.

Forming the Sword of Judgment, he placed his own aura blade on it. Taking up a stance, he launched a half moon wave at the hooded cultist.

*Boom!*

The crescent wave which extended far, struck the Demon Gate, which instantly buckled open, revealing the mouth of a monster.

*Munch*

*Munch*

It swallowed the Sword of Judgment whole.

Before long, it opened its mouth again and spat out a single divine mana stone.

“I’ve already gotten information about you, and there’s no way you’ll be able to break the Demonic Gate with that kind of power.”

The hooded Demon Cultist raised the corner of his mouth and stretched his hand toward the Demon Gate.

The mouth opened once again and the demon cultist was swallowed up by the gate of the demon realm.

*Slurp*

The portal wriggled and shifted, radiating black energy. The demonic energy took shape, creating something.

The bizarre form of the cultist’s upper body, which had just been swallowed, was attached to the gate. With both arms outstretched, the cultist gathered his hands together and recited an incantation.

“Demon God, I accept your will…….”

With the incantation, a translucent black barrier formed around the gate of the demon world. The cultist who formed the barrier smirked.

“It is over. This shield will last until the portal is opened.”

“…..”

It’s something he’d seen in the game before.

A black magic that doesn’t have any offensive abilities, but has the best defense. It’s the best choice for the cultist who needs to stall for time.

However, there was something that this enemy didn’t know.

That Redin knew how to neutralize that shield.

“Seria, let’s head to the lower level.”

For now, the first step is to deal with the underground prison that’s generating the demonic energy used to activate the Demon Gate.

Before heading to the dungeon, he left a message.

-We will replenish our strength before attacking the underground prison. Sending additional personnel is prohibited.”

This particular part of the dungeon is easier to handle in a smaller group. If more people tried to help, it would make the dungeon more difficult to clear.

“Let’s go.”

He picked up his pace and hurried towards the dungeon.

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The warden’s office at Burning Hell was incredibly hectic.

The one secretary he had outside was no longer enough, so he had hired additional help to distribute the workload.

“Warden, we’ve just gotten word that the contingent from the Resha and Adrian kingdoms has arrived.”

“Warden, the special task forces have just returned as well.”

“Distribute the potions supplied by Ledi and send them to the underground prison immediately.”

Rukel worked quickly.

The men who had descended to the underground prison upon arrival were quickly reorganized and sent further down.

“Warden, I have a report from the Captain of the Special Division 3rd Unit that went underground. They’ve entered the fifth level. They say they’ve subdued all the prisoners.”

“Report from the Captain of the 4th Unit. The prisoners on the sixth level have been subdued and secured.”

“Reports that the Necromancer imprisoned on the seventh level has become a Lich. Isabelle, sent by the Kingdom of Resha, is currently taking him on.”

Rapid reports came in, all good news.

They’d secured the underground prison quickly.

And no one was seriously injured in the process.

“They’ve secured the 7th level.”

“They’ve secured the eighth level , and Redin and Seria are now descending to the ninth level.”

“These are the recording orb sent by the Captain of Special 3rd Division.”

The assistant activated the orb.

Inside the orb was a narrow staircase. As they descended, they reached the ninth level, the depths of Burning Hell.

A dungeon at the end of the stairs.

And beyond that, the Gate to the Demon Realm.

“What is the current situation?”

The assistant answered Rukel’s question.

“Redin and Seria entered the dungeon, and there was a message to wait until they have conquered it.”

“Warden, we have an urgent message from Cerberus.”

Rukel turned to look at the guard to his right, who gulped and opened his mouth to speak.

“They found an individual suspected to be one of the Twelve Apostles and the Gate to the Demon Realm.”