Dungeon Maker

Chapter 28 - Opening

Mamon's Arena has over a thousand years of history.

Many housewives who had challenged the Arena for a long time, and Gu Zion watched all of their challenges.

“Yes, they usually break through easily.... ”

The end of the horse in Gu Zion was blurred. I rolled my tongue in my mouth with my chin tucked.

In fact, it was rare to break through after suffering from the first floor like Kaiwan.

It took the Mamon family a long time to fully fall.

Since the age of the king of greed was so strong, it was only during the reign of the former Kaiwan or the reign of the former owner that he could say, "Fallen."

As long as it was an objective indicator, the Mamon households were the masters of a fairly powerful family.

In the Mahjong Dynasty, a powerful family means a family with a powerful dungeon and household.

Therefore, if we limit Kaiwan who challenged him naked without a rat's horn, he would have to go to at least five or seven floors to feel the right frustration.

‘But considering that, ’

At the end of Gu Zion's gaze, Yongho stood alone in the center of the stadium. With her eyes closed, she absorbs the magic of the greedy king, Mamon.

Yongho defeated the second floor master in one fell swoop. It was a much cleaner and more sophisticated victory than the first floor master, Steel Cow.

‘Of course, dealing with Amon itself is a scam.... ’

There were so many people who saw the so-called ‘thanks to equipment’. Amon, who had degraded himself for the dragon, was not a particularly special case.

‘I have a good feeling. Count the walls.’

I had a good sense of battle. Fires and cold used the opposite magic well, and I never closed my eyes or shrunk in front of a swarming attack.

Gu Zion eventually smiled softly. For the first time since Mamon, Dragon Hoe has delighted Gu Zion like a household born with the power of greed.

Meanwhile, as the Old Zion Reputations unfolded, Dragon Hoe slowly took a deep breath. Accepting the absorbed magic, I thought of something similar to Old Zion.

‘Lucky me. ’

The floor master on the second floor was the gin of flames.

Dragon Hoe was able to defeat the camp of flames relatively easily with the same trick because he had already fought the one protruding from the warp.

Of course, it was much stronger than the one that protruded from the warp. But Yongho was also much stronger in magic than before.

‘I don't think we should do it the way we planned. ’

Kaiwan was very meticulous. Her journal contained information and tactics for all the floor masters facing her from the first floor. It wasn't for her own good. It was a siege house for my brother who would one day recover from a horse and thus challenge the Arena.

Unfortunately, it did not proceed to the target house. Even though the floor master on the first floor was different, the floor master on the second floor was also different from the raid house in Kaiwan. It seemed that similar levels of war horses were randomly arranged according to the challenger.

After all, it was an auspicious fall. The dragon that absorbed Mamon's magical power cheerfully turned to Old Zion. When I looked at him with haste, Gu Zion, who was smiling in a bad way, stood up and narrowed down the distance from Dragon Ho at once. As I made fun of my fingers, three boxes of light were formed in front of the dragon's eyes.

“Here, choose……. ”

“I'll take that. ”

Just like on the first floor, even before the Old Zion finished her sentence, she picked out a box.

Gu Zion chattered again.

“Hey, Gaju. Why do you think there are so many boxes? ”

“I don't know. I don't care. ”

According to Kaiwan's journal, the reward in the box was never fair. Kaiwan was also lucky to get lucky equipment in a row, but when he was unlucky to get small amounts of gold or useless junk in any pair.

But there was nothing like that for Yongho. Greed always gave me the best choice.

“There is the beauty of picking. ”

It was a dragon that calmed my heart because I didn't like Gu Zion.

I touched the box of light with a happy smile, and soon I picked up the item from inside.

“Gloves?”

“A racecourse. Growth type. That's a hell of a thing coming out of the second floor. If it was just a simple draw, I'd be thrilled --”

“Is this some kind of armor? ”

Dragon Hoe naturally cut off the words of the Old Zion. Gu Zion made an impression and explained.

“Put your hands together. He's an armor and a weapon. I have one just like it, so I'll give you a demo. ”

Gu Zion takes off her white suit coat and hands it over to the man in the beast mask who just appeared. You put some silver gloves on your left hand, even the dragon is a gauntlet.

“When you apply magical power, the storehouse reacts. The final shape of each stall is different... but it's kind of like this. ”

The Old Zion suddenly released its magical power. It was not a release to suppress the dragon as before. The magical power stayed in the two fists of Gu Zion.

Dark red metals cover the shoulders, not just the arms of the Old Zion. It was clearly made of metal, but unlike ordinary armor. It felt like a steel muscle. Gu Zion said, grabbing his hands, which were almost twice as big, lightly.

“Growth market. It was made by Horus of Heaven, one of Mamon's servants. Just like the relationship between domestic and enslaved slave horses, each time the owner grows, the market also grows together. ”

I can see why they call it a weapon and armor. Dragon Hoe also applied magical force to the glove on his left hand.

Silver metal plates overlay the gloves that appear to be made of thin chains. It was still just a little bit longer than the wrist, but both the fingers and the back of the hand were covered in metal, making it feel much more sturdy and combat.

‘It's light.'

I could barely feel the weight. Like an extension of skin, my senses were also alive sharply.

Gu Zion was delighted to see the dragon, who was looking at the arena with a serious eye.

“You made it through the second floor with little expense this time. What do you think? Are you going to challenge me to the third floor right now? The penalty on the third floor... is to reflect on your most embarrassing memories. It's not an exaggeration to say there's hardly any penalty. ”

Dragon Hoe pauses to look at his most shameful memory and recall the joyful Mamon. I don't know what the hell he was thinking, but his life wasn't in danger anyway. In the words of Old Zion, there was virtually no penalty.

Yongho looks back at Katarina standing in the audience. He was telling me what he meant by his eyes and face if he had already heard this story like an Elf with good hearing.

‘Sorry.'

I think I was greedy. Dragon nodded because the situation was different from the first floor breakthrough.

“Okay, but can I rest for a while? ”

“As you wish. Can I offer you a waiting room? ”

Gu Zion, who had accepted it kindly, asked. Dragon's head nods as he feels better resting. I gestured and summoned Katarina from the audience.

A brief moment so created.

Yongho saw a group of people in the center of the audience, and looked back at Old Zion. I opened my lips as if I was hesitating and asked.

“Can I ask you a question? ”

“I'm only going to take one question from you. ”

It was the gaze of Gu Zion as if he would seek revenge for the bitterness until now. This way, the feeling of intimidation and fear when I first encountered them disappeared.

Dragon Hoe looks back at the audience. Seeing such a dragon, Gu Zion remembered things about Kaiwan.

What floor did Kaiwan go up to?

Those people in the audience are the previous housewives of the Mamon Family, right?

There were some roughly anticipated questions.

What would Yongho ask among them?

Dragon Hoe turns again. The temperamental Old Zion faced Yongho with already a few answers.

Dragon Hoe opened his lips. I erased all the answers that came to my mind at once.

“Old Zion, do you know a woman named Citri? ”

Gu Zion did not answer right away. Until now, it was only after I had a fierce smile, like a growling, of a completely different kind.

I answered dragon's question.

&

Nuremberg, a free city, could be divided into three groups:

A group of girls, gamblers, and wanderers who make Ophelia the tavern's mistress.

A mob of outlaws composed of deserters and mercenaries.

A guild made by producers who work in various production jobs in the same free city as a demolition worker or blacksmith.

The three groups were vigilant, but not hostile, and agreed to negotiate among the leaders instead of unnecessary fighting.

Of course, it was not from the beginning.

The order of the free city was possible because the power of the three forces was almost equal. And this balance was not suddenly achieved one day. It was the result of an ongoing struggle to wash blood from blood.

The heads of the three forces were gathered at the gates of the free city.

It's only been a matter of a hundred years since the three elders gathered in one place, not in a secret room, in an open place.

The head of the production guild, Crazy Oros, grimaced with a cigarette thicker than an ogre's finger. He had blue skin and was wearing a white robe full of traces of energy everywhere.

He was a doctor, a pharmacist, and the best alchemist in the free city.

Of course, he did not erase the fact that he was a Troll. There were more cuts on his waist than there were cuts with a scalpel for a lifetime.

Dagon, leader of the outlaws, stands beside Oros. Wrapped in the enchanted black market armor, he was a rare ogre mage among the ogres.

He was a wizard who possessed an unmatched intelligence compared to ordinary ogres, but he was as mad as Oros who had not forgotten his own birth. Dagon would rather bash his head in with a mace in his hand than magically fire his enemies.

Just standing still, the ugly, beautiful woman stood between the two men who seemed to be able to smell the blood.

Ofelia, the tavern mistress.

“They keep me waiting. ”

Dagon growls low, looking down at the gate. Ofelia grimaced at the heat above her head and said, shaking her tail loudly as if it was unpleasant.

“That's the only one who answered our call. And rather than have him wait for us... we must have gathered too soon. ”

Agares' attack is imminent.

Both Oros and Dagon were insanely desperate to fight, but they were not used to attacks outside the Free City.

Strange experiences have always been accompanied by fear. Moreover, eastern Agares has already revealed its own fierceness and chest disease several times.

Oros and Dagon are nervous. I was afraid, and did not conceal the urgency completely.

It was much earlier than I had promised.

Oros burned an elongated cigarette instead of showing restlessness like Dagon.

He didn't like the situation.

The family tree was unknown.

According to Ophelia's intel, he did kill Foras and Junkeras.

Probably stronger than both of them.

But I didn't know how much stronger it was.

Foras and Junkeras were enough to deal with themselves or Dagon.

Of course, it was very significant for the leader of the free city to become ‘four’ from ‘three'.

But that was not enough. It took more than that to literally devour the Eastern households and stop them from getting stronger.

Oros had more ideas than Dagon. Mamon Family's gazelles had to be strong, but that didn't help. It can't be like calling in a tiger to chase a wolf.

The third cigarette suddenly burned up. Oros pulls out a fourth cigarette and asks, and Dagon grimaces even more. Standing between the two, Ophelia folds her arms and wags her tail slowly. After acting nervous, I finally opened my lips.

“Here she comes.”

Ofelia points far away. Oros and Dagon hurriedly look where Ofelia's fingertips are pointing.

Six giant horses, if you will, were rushing towards the Free City. At the forefront was a dark spider covered in green smoke.

“Undead?”

Oros was closing the gap between the running horses and the free city even when he unexpectedly tilted his head.

It was the skeletons that rode on each of the geese.

However, it was different from the usual skeletons. All dressed in black armor, you exhale an unusual energy. They were nothing compared to the skeletons seen in the Free City.

Specially at the forefront, the Ghost Horse - Nightmare literally robbed the eye of the beholder.

The five horses that followed were also close to horses, but Nightmare wondered if they could even be called horses.

The dark fur absorbs the light, and the green smoke around the body presses on the area.

And then you get on a nightmare like that.

It was the same as the five behind, but different. Behind the heavy dark armor, a dark red cloak follows the wind, and a blue brainstorm emerges from the battle hammer in his right hand.

“Skull!”

A man in the lead suddenly shouted. It was a giant roar that could not even imagine that it belonged to the skeleton, actually advancing the world.

The skeleton did not stop there. I wanted to spin the battle hammer that was holding the concussion, but I stabbed the sky. A condensed cerebral metastasis was directed at the sky. Thunder tore through the atmosphere.

My eyes naturally shifted. The three leaders, as well as those on the wall, followed the sound and light to the sky. And I saw something stronger than the blue lightning bolt that stretched out from there.

The trail of flames splits the sky. In the colour-covered sky of the Magic System, I was clear of its existence.

“Fire Dragon?! ”

No, it was small. But the flames that cut through the sky were enough to remind me of the Fire Dragon.

“Get down!”

Someone shouts. A wave of green flames erupts from the red trajectory approaching just above the gate. It blinded everyone's vision. Oros and Dagon also take a step back and quickly protect their heads.

The flames subside. The waves of flames never harm the creatures above the gates. A salamander with wings of flame lands between them, blooming in splendor. Above it sits a man with a red giant and a dark-elven beauty with white hair.

“It's the Heavenly Dragon Lake, the Lord of the Mamon Family. ”

The man who focused everyone's gaze - Yongho said, and Oros and Dagon, who were overwhelmed even for a moment, swallowed dry saliva without my knowledge.

Ofelia looks at the dragon between the two and grimaces desperately to endure the laughter.

&

“First of all, it was a successful showman ship... ”

Ophelia's bar on the top floor of a speakeasy.

Ofelia, on the inside of the bar, said with a slightly mischievous face, just like when we first met. Katarina and Skull, sitting side by side, shrug their shoulders.

“Wasn't it a real success? ”

First impressions were important in everything.

The reason Oros and Dagon reached out to the dragon was simple. They wanted to ‘exploit’ dragons.

There was nothing good in showing such a foolish face. I needed to make a strong impression, even if it was a bit excessive.

It's not worth it. He is not someone to think so easily.

Ofelia knows the dragon's intentions. That's why I answered seriously.

“Oros and Dagon are not so simple. You'd be surprised right now, but soon you'll want to see the nature. ”

The show of fire in the sky did not mean Agarez was retreating.

Killing the enemy was not a fancy ceremonial knife, but a real sharpened knife.

Of course, it didn't work very well. It was important that the two leaders, as well as those in each force, were impressed by Dragon Ho.

Yongho and Ofelia knew without telling the truth, so they only exchanged their eyes a few times and did not tell the story.

Yongho asked, touching Ophelia's glass on his own.

“Anyway... Is that why the meeting was postponed? ”

I thought I'd have a marathon meeting with the heads as soon as I got there, but I didn't. After a brief announcement, Oros and Dagon return to their homes, seeing each other later.

Officially, 'Lady of the Tavern' in charge of Dragon Hoe hospitality shrugged.

“That's not exactly why... I need to take a look at the liver. It's my role to loosen the mind of the new startup stock with the mainland forests. ”

“I'll give you... the Forest? ”

Yongho said so, looking around. There was nothing that came to mind when I came to the mainland.

No, of course, Katarina and Ophelia were beautiful, but the Governor Forest does not necessarily mean this dried-out drink.

“Oh my God, do you really have it? Should I call the kids?”

Ophelia smiles and asks, her hands shaking as if she were Kim Sang-ho.

“Well, it's a good thing we're alone. Let's get on with what we've been postponing. ”

The dragon said, this time Ophelia opened her eyes wide.

What do you mean, it's been delayed?

Skull laughs as he always does, and Katarina pulls back, puckering her lips.

Ofelia blinks again and finally notices when she tilts her head four times. I jumped over the bar with a happy face and stood in front of Dragon Hoe.

“Let's start the Enrollment of the Restrained Servant. ”

Yongho said, Ofelia is happy to pay her respects.

Chapter 28 - Open War End

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