This Dungeon Grew Mushrooms

Chapter 440

A gentle breeze brushed across the barren land where a few stubborn weeds had managed to grow.On one side stood the adjutant and the arriving puji army; on the other, surrounded like a queen by hundreds of storm elementals, was Inanna.

They stared at each other from across the field — separated now by a shimmering wall of wind and lightning.

The adjutant was the first to break the silence. “Miss Inanna… what exactly is going on here?”

“I don’t know either!” Inanna’s voice carried the same bewilderment. Looking at the docile storm elementals around her, she hesitantly guessed, “Maybe… it’s because of my talent?”

Lin Jun, however, saw it clearly.

[Favor of the Elemental Spirits: Elemental spirits assist the caster in controlling spells]

It was a fixed state Inanna had obtained upon reaching Level 30, not a skill.

Up until now, its effect had simply been to make her spells semi-autonomous — auto-targeting, auto-shielding, auto-following.

The talent itself was powerful. Lin Jun had often imagined how terrifying it would be if a high-level archmage possessed it.

Unfortunately, Inanna was a novice.

A pampered novice, at that, one who had never truly needed to struggle.

Norris had started much later than her, yet he’d gone from a copper-level weakling to nearly reaching gold at Level 39.

Inanna, on the other hand, had already been silver when she left the dungeon — and had only inched up to Level 34 since. Her laziness spoke for itself.

Of course, among ordinary humans, that speed wasn’t bad at all.

Lin Jun figured it was mainly thanks to his own “advanced” training system, far beyond what any mere ducal house could offer.

In short, this powerful talent had seemed wasted on Inanna, doomed to serve her as a toy for harmless spell practice.

Now, it appeared there was more to it after all.oward an open area away from the group.

What followed was a sight to behold.

Hundreds of storm elementals surged forward all at once, like a pack of hounds chasing a thrown disc, racing after the flying orb of light in a roaring flood of thunder and wind.

The spectacle was both awe-inspiring and absurd.

The adjutant, stunned for only a heartbeat, seized the moment. He dashed forward, grabbed Inanna’s arm, and shouted, “Commander! Now! Run!”

“Ah—yes! Right!” Inanna followed him out in a rush.

A few minutes later, the storm spirits returned… and promptly surrounded Inanna again, pushing everyone else outside.

…

Meanwhile, northeast of Redstone City’s ruins.

“So, they retreated into Dragon Roar Valley? Good! Good! Good!” Sigmund laughed, savoring his triumph as his plans unfolded perfectly — his old foe walking step by step into the grave he’d prepared.

Draining the last of the sweet, crimson blood in his goblet, he felt it was the most satisfying day he’d had in decades.

At least, until a voice beside him said:

“Why did you drink my half too?”