What in the world happened…!’ Louis Braille gritted his teeth and hurriedly retreated backward.

Fortunately, the defense magic spell engraved on the [Martyr’s Mobile Fortress] activated and protected Louis right before the desert train exploded. However, its protection wasn’t perfect. His right arm had been blown away far enough for him to be unable to find it. Maybe due to his burn wounds or the heat from the explosion, Louis was in so much pain that it was difficult to hold himself together. For some reason, he was feeling really dizzy as well.

To make matters worse, Louis couldn’t see ahead because of the black smoke, which was the aftereffect of the explosion. Although he had a skill that kept his senses sharp, it currently proved ineffective.

‘Lee Chang-Sun, you son of a bitch!’

Chang-Sun certainly never held back, but Louis still definitely didn’t expect him to blow up the desert train, the only mode of transport within the Dungeon. Besides, the explosion could have taken out the hostages as well, which begged the question of how could Chang-Sun just blow up the station. Louis really couldn’t understand Chang-Sun.

‘He’s a heretic! He’s definitely a heretic!’

The most fundamental values of the ‘Twilight-Piercing Owl’ were justice and honor. Her apostle would never resort to such dirty tricks. Chang-Sun also used runes and hemomancy, magics wizards rarely used, to make the train self-destruct. The...