The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Giants

Gisella wanted to sew up Cece’s mouth with some sacred thread and a prayer bead or two.

And if she were being honest, maybe even perform an entire ritual circle.

Because this woman just had to open her mouth today, of all days.

She had asked where it could be.

Loudly.

Clearly.

And now?

Gisella was dead sure they’d find it, just not in the way they’d prefer.

See, this one was the type to wish for a star, only to promptly be sent an asteroid.

Yeah.

Once they got out of this hellhole, she swore they were going to a witch doctor. No excuses.

Even if she had to drag Cece kicking and screaming across a blessing field, she was going to burn whatever cosmic curse followed this woman around.

But first, they’re going to have to watch out for what was to come now that she’s called it.

Now that they’ve stopped Luca from firing the Purification Cannon, there is no choice but to look for the real thing.

At first, they actually thought about just firing it because it would help lessen the corruption in the room.

But for how long? And by how much?

Especially considering how these roots kept carrying it in like it was trying to fill some tank.

But most importantly, just how many energy crystals do they even have?

Not many.

And the last time they used this on someone like Tortie, they ate up several crystals.

So, what happens when they end up encountering something worse?

They didn’t want to find out.

However, what they wanted to know was where all this "sustenance" was coming from.

"We’re missing something," Xavier said tightly, dodging another snapping tangle of bark that lashed out from the ceiling like a whip.

Duchess Amelia narrowed her eyes, her expression shifting slightly, focused, then sharp as she tried thinking of what else could be of help.

"I remember...There was a chamber behind this place."

Everyone stilled briefly at her words.

"It was sealed. I thought it would open after the boss was dead, but I never got that far."

This got them closer to the walls, now ignoring most of the clear distractions instead of wasting their energy trying to get rid of them.

Now they were prodding the walls, trying to see if anything would give way.

Then they hit something, not even physically.

But the moment Butler Gary’s mecha drew close to a particular wall—

The boss reacted.

Until now, this pretentious goat fought like a construct. It only kept regrowing, regenerating, sending its spawn and roots to act on its behalf.

But this was different.

It suddenly felt personal because the wall suddenly shuddered.

The roots closest to Butler Gary convulsed just as it took form.

Before anyone could warn him, a massive claw tore free from the wall.

It wasn’t from the monster’s arm, but from the roots closest to the butler’s mecha.

It swiped once.

But the sheer force of that was enough to hurl his mecha flying into the wall.

"Gary!" the Duchess shouted, spinning toward him.

"I’m fine, Your Grace," came the reply, strained but present.

But everyone saw the damage. Sparks flew from his side. His stabilizer flickered, and Ollie winced at the values he was seeing.

And that’s when it hit them.

That thing hadn’t even moved.

Well, not physically since it was still hunkered down in the center as it absorbed more corruption.

But no wonder. Because it didn’t need to move.

Everything around here was practically a limb.

"I think...we got the right wall," Luca whispered.