While Daymond was hunting the northern boss monsters, he also collected the map pieces which lead them to the Church of Death.
In the process of collecting pieces of the map, Predators of the Land guild took a lot of damage.
“It’s okay if we die. Our last hope is hanging on this quest… Even if we have to spend the last of our saved money, we must succeed!”
Everyone laughed at them for challenging the impossible.
The reason why boss monsters were so dangerous wasn’t only because of their power, but because of the attack patterns were impossible to predict.
Lack of information resulted in massive damage!
For the monsters they failed to hunt over and over again, some guild members died as often as 10 times.
However, the northern players who were driven by the sacrificed members were able to succeed by combining their strength.
“Hooray for Predators of the Land guild!”
“The best hunting guild has been born.”
“A guild of warriors who specializes in hunting boss monsters.”
After defeating 12 boss monsters, the voices of the admirers of the Predators of the Land guild grew louder.
However, without second thoughts or regrets, Daymond and his guild hid themselves.
The seven map pieces they had striven to acquire were assembled.
Although the guild was honored to be the first to slay a boss monster of the North, they were not able to feel any emotion. Because they had lost their lives so many times, they did not regard this act as a great achievement.
Daymond and the Predators of the Land guild went into the guild’s dismal and dark basement.
“Captain.”
“Yes?”
“Why, of all times, are we going to the basement now?”
Daymond answered Nardo’s question with a relaxed attitude.
“Because it’s fitting for us who are planning something sinister.”
“Che! I keep telling you, you go with the flow too much.”
Daymond only grinned and laughed at Nardo’s rebuke. Then, he pulled out the map fragments from his chest.
“Then I’ll try to fit them together now,” he said in a voice clearly filled with tension.
Daymond took the 7 pieces of the guiding fragments, and started to adjust their placement, as if he was solving a puzzle.
Hwa-reu-reu-reuk!
The map suddenly caught on fire.
“Ah!”
And then Daymond’s and his guildmates’ bodies stiffened.
A video composed of a set of pictures was formed in the fire.
After passing a sunken land, and you pass a place where many monsters’ bones lie; climbing mountain and field, and you go through a cliff with barely any foothold, you will cross a Forest of Fog. The dried and dead trees will be a landmark.
Once you cross the forest, a Church of the Death will appear.The place was closed for several hundred years. After seeing a set of heavy doors at the place, the pictures ended.
Only burned-up ashes remained of the map, and the rest disappeared.
Daymond raised his flaming eyes at his guildmates.
“Everyone remember what they saw?”
“Yes, we memorized it perfectly.”
“We’re going to go to this place right now.”
Daymond and the Predators of the Land guild immediately set forth. It wasn’t a place too far from Morata.
They rode on fast horses and they went 3 days south and then went west, across the wastelands.
Since the wastelands is mostly composed of dungeons, it was a place rarely visited by adventurers.
“Deriam Desert; to think we would have to pass this place.”
“This is the place where the boss monster we hunted resides.”
“I do seem to recall a memory of going through a lot of trouble to find the place the bastard was hiding in.”
The Northern expeditions and the adventurers had already searched a considerable amount of places. However, usually they only scratched about in places like the wasteland or the Forest of Fogs.
Because the Versailles continent was so wide, if one did not know their exact location, they could even pass over dungeons.
Although the Wastelands encouraged exploration in the beginning, there were only a few visible dungeons because there was no feasible way to go over the whole thing. In order to find the place shown in the picture, the Predator of the Land guild passed through the Wastelands and the cliffs. They were barely able to find the dried-up, withered trees at the Forest of Fog, and they were able to take a guess at the path.
After passing all the difficulties, they finally reached the shrine of the Church of Death. They had arrived at a shrine exuding a mysteriously evil aura, just as the fragment had depicted.
It was a discovery that would go down in the history of the Versailles Continent.
Daymond had spent long hours and finally saw the thickly dust-coated, unspoiled-magnificence of the shrine.
“What does it say on the door?”
The guild magician interpreted in their stead.
“It says ‘Door of Hell’ in ancient language.”
“It means the door is not meant to be opened.”
For a split second, Daymond struggled immensely.
They did not know what would happen if they opened to door to the stone shrine; they did not know what pure terrors lay ahead.
Even though they did not want to stare at a door which perfectly fit the frame and left no cracks, they had a feeling it should not be opened.
“However we cannot just give up after getting this far.”
Daymond gritted his clenched teeth.
The quest did not end simply by finding the Church of Death.
“No matter what is at the end of this road, I want to see it.”
Daymond opened the iron door widely.
He was then greeted by a fearful number of malignant demons. They were gruesome monsters looking like they came straight out from imaginations.
The boss-level monsters they had hunted in order to arrive there were also there.
“D-Daymond! Be careful.”
Their head warrior, who was known to show no fear, said in a shaky voice.
Nardo observed the malignant demons. “It seems they aren’t attacking.”
“Huh?”
“They’re just watching us calmly.”