Chapter 504

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“Leader, please pull yourself together!”

The fall was equivalent to the tenth floor of the upper level.

Grieving cries echoed incessantly in a corner of the labyrinth.

With Raul, Anqi, and Cruz at the forefront, several members of the group had barely managed to escape from Reivice and the Dark Faction’s side, catching their breath for a moment. However, as they treated Finn, screams erupted.

No matter how many Spiritual Medicines they used, even the top-tier “Panacea,” the wounds on Finn, lying on the ground, wouldn’t heal.

“How could this be… We’ve used so much Spiritual Medicine, why isn’t the situation improving!?” In the midst of the ineffective treatment, Raul panicked and shouted.

Expensive medicine flowed over the massive wound stretching from Finn’s shoulder blade to his abdomen.

Normally, even on the brink of death, with such an abundance of high-grade medicines, one should absolutely recover to a healthy state.

But now, not only was there no sign of health, but they couldn’t even stabilize him. Bright red blood continuously drained from the small man, causing those around him to feel terrified.

“It’s a ‘Curse’…!”

Seeing their treatments become useless, Anqi bit her lips tightly.

She seemed to understand why that red-haired strange woman hadn’t attacked again after severely wounding their leader.

It wasn’t out of kindness or arrogance; she had already judged that Finn would die. With so many remnants of the Dark Faction nearby, ignoring them posed no threat.

“Curse… Could it be the same kind that Miss Ais encountered in Melon? But how? Where did we get cursed? We didn’t experience any strange ‘Magic’ attacks.”

“No, Raul. That woman’s weapon… It’s probably an expensive ‘Cursed Instrument.'”

Anqi suppressed her anxiety and made her deduction.

A cursed instrument — weapons infused with curses.

They are a type of special equipment in Orario, created by taboo-wielding curse-artists, polar opposites of magicians.

These weapons, collectively known as cursed weapons, are exceptionally rare among “Special Equipment.” Few adventurers have even heard of them.

But as the intelligence gatherer for Loki Familia, Anqi had learned about these weapons through various channels, though she never imagined encountering them now.

“The effect attached to the weapon that attacked the leader is likely an ‘Untreatable Curse,’ which prevents healing.”

Unless this curse is removed, using any amount of items, medicines, or magic here will have minimal effect on Finn.

In short, without specialized anti-curse items, their team leader has lost all combat ability.

Worse still… if not treated soon, the blood loss will endanger Finn’s life.

“We must leave this place quickly… flee if necessary, find Izay… whatever it takes, we need to escape!”

As Raul and others began panicking upon hearing this conclusion, Anqi struggled to remain calm and strong.

Inside, the catgirl was just as terrified as her companions, desperately suppressing her unease and refusing to succumb to despair.

But even if fear made her legs tremble, at least she needed to find a direction for the future of this team.

Otherwise, it was truly over.

After hearing Anqi’s words, Raul seemed to regain some direction, gradually calming his panic.

This adventurer, who held a leading position in the second army, recalled the earlier situation.

— Bert sacrificed himself to cover their retreat with the leader, leaving several companions trapped on the other side of the “Door.”

Anqi beside him was doing her best to handle the desperate situation.

What good was his panic here?

This doubt and frustration helped Raul regain some clarity.

Then, echoes bounced off the walls around them.

“Finn-nn!! Where the hell are you hiding!?”

A loud voice came from afar, carrying a chilling aura that froze Raul’s thoughts.

Raul nearly jumped.

He knew it meant the pursuers were back.

That red-haired strange woman might have spared them, but that madwoman named Valleta from the Dark Faction who was present before.

She and Finn had bad blood since the dark days of Orario. She wouldn’t give up chasing a dying Finn.

As she said: not seeing Finn die in front of her eyes made her uncomfortable all over.

Raul had been moving the team to prevent her from delivering the final blow to Finn.

“Let’s… move first! We can’t let her catch up here! Everyone, move!”

Before he finished speaking, Raul carefully picked up the unconscious Finn on the ground and started moving in the opposite direction of the pursuing enemies.

…

In a corner of the passage dominated by dimness, Izay neatly left marks on walls made of rare metal alloys before disappearing instantly.

Those were magical symbols guiding Gress and Ais.

The old man was a rare dwarf who possessed Magic, and both he and Ais could track Izay’s traces.

Having detached from Gress’s group ahead of time, Izay had been leaving marks along the way.

Thanks to the convenience of Space Magic, nothing had hindered him.

Even if Bakka tried to remotely control the doors made of Orichalcum to block his path, it was futile.

Izay simply chose the most direct method, blasting through those “Doors” to rapidly approach Finn’s location.

Leaving marks along the way didn’t slow Izay down at all.

He merely teleported to a place, left a mark simultaneously, and immediately departed.

The entire process took less than a second.

Now, Izay could sense that Finn and Raul were not far ahead, with a group of Dark Faction pursuers trailing behind them.

Both sides kept moving within the labyrinth.

If not for Izay’s perception magic, supporting Finn quickly under these circumstances would have been quite challenging.

“Just ahead…”

Izay’s figure merged into the pitch-black passage, his black Seven Nights suit casting flickering shadows under the dim lamplight, looking like a ghost.

And in the blink of an eye… the ghost vanished.

“Don’t linger in battle! Hurry up and go!!!”

Catgirl Anqi chopped off the leg of a water strider-like monster with her one-handed sword and urged her teammates behind her.

“Y-Yes!”

The group protecting Finn encountered a swarm of new species monsters while fleeing from the pursuers and fought fiercely.

But they didn’t dwell on the fight for a moment.

Reorganizing their formation to protect Finn in the center, they ran while slashing, squeezing their bodies into open paths to escape.

Behind them, the pursuers led by Valleta from the Dark Faction were closing in… or rather, not really.