Dungeon Maker

Chapter 39 - Concussion Explosion

It was not the first time I encountered Mamon's 12 servants.

When I first met Amon, when I met him in the burning world,

The day I encountered in the arena with the Old Zion. The moment when Skazaha revealed his power for just a moment.

I remembered them all, and I didn't forget the feeling.

It was always overwhelming.

It was ridiculous to feel their presence.

It was the same again.

He lost his master Mamon and lost his power as a servant. He was also sealed for a long time and became weak as he was weakened by the same 12 servants, but he was 12. It was the incarnation of death that came to this world.

It's so enormous, it seems like you're about to be trampled by a colossal presence.

But this time it was different. I had to be different.

12 Now we must face the Horsemen of War.

12 We must defeat the Servant Horse now!

I stepped on it without retreating. You confront Baphomet as if he were a waterfall.

Baphomet's body was enormous. It was somewhat different from what I saw in the memories of Skazaha, but only the head resembling the Black Mountain Goat and its enormous size remained.

The mountain seems to have collapsed before my eyes. Bafomett wields the sickle of death in a frenzy. It was the power of death itself that poured down from above.

Dragon did not miss a moment. I opened my eyes and saw death swarming at me.

It's a trajectory. But what you see isn't everything. Dark magic whirls around the blade of the giant sickle. It was clear that it would swallow up a range several times the size of the sickle itself.

It was too much to avoid now and then. It was also reckless to swing Amon from the front.

But the dragon did not stop. You take another step. I remembered what Skazaha said.

“Catarina!”

“Lord!”

The two voices rang almost simultaneously. And at that moment, Katarina, who approached at high speed behind her back, hugged Yongho. became the wings of the dragon.

The sickle of death swept through the space. Dragon Hat and Katarina surpass the Morale Qi of Death. The dragon, under its wings, made of black magic, sees Baphomet's red eyes. You swing amon through the space above Baphomet's head.

A wave of rust envelops Baphomet's head. Death, wrapped in Baphomet's body, explodes against the rust. Eligos and Ofelia gallop through the cracks of their energies.

The misconceptions of North and South Duomo were fierce at the moment. The two people who were scattered from side to side with Baphomet spread each with all their power.

There were no sounds, no explosions, no screams. His fists and feet only split the air. Atmosphere is scattered by intense attack, but that is the end of it. Baphomet blew the blink. The giant body reappeared 10 meters higher than it originally was.

Eligos is bewildered. Ophelia immediately raises her head and looks at Baphomet.

And death trampled Eligos and Ophelia one step ahead.

It was a completely different kind of power that I had never felt before. It was not the overwhelming presence of the strong. It was not a physical force to destroy and destroy.

It was death.

End of story.

The feeling of helplessness that you cannot resist. The despair that there is no more behind.

Death pierces Eligos and Ofelia. There were no scars on their bodies. But Eligos kneels. Ofelia resisted with the magical power of greed, but she could not endure it for long.

Just a few more seconds.

Baphomet lands again when Ofelia desperately resists. A child strikes Ophelia with a left arm like a prank. Ophelia was struck from the front by a giant blow from a sense of helplessness.

Ofelia bounces off more than ten meters like a broken Marionette. Subsequently, Baphomet swung his right arm with the sickle of death and struck down Eligoth. The waves of death erupt once more as you rotate heavily. The chains around Baphomet's neck and arms rip open the air with a terrible sound.

“Skull!”

Skull breaks through. The black and gigantic waves of death break with a battle hammer. You narrow your distance from Baphomet and wield the lightning hammer again.

A lightning bolt erupted from Baphomet's bridge. It's not a fatal wound, but Baphomet's leg snaps for a moment. Skull pulls the hammer again. And over the skull's head, the dragon pulls the amon higher than Baphomet's. You dip the air into the ammo in reverse water, creating a pillar of flame.

The rust hits Baphomet. Not only did the flame spread, it enveloped Baphomet's entire body. Katarina rejoices, but the joy is too early. Baphomet kicks the skull the moment the rust settles all over the place. The momentum is spared and the body is rotated, and once again, the air is torn with a chain on the limb. I split the sky with the short sickle of death.

You reach out, but death does not stop. The power that can only be described as black penetrates both Dragon Hoe and Catarina.

Katarina's head is bent. Without screaming or groaning, Eligos is as helpless as he was.

Yongho gripped and endured it. I heavily swing my left arm as I was falling. Just like when I defeated Kaiwan, I put Katarina's Black Magic on the magical power of greed. Giant's arms swept through Baphomet and the ground simultaneously!

Baphomet leaps away and dodges the giant's arm. But it didn't work very well. The dragon that shot the ground with the giant's arm landed instead of falling to the ground. With Katarina, who has barely recovered her mind, she raises her head to capture Baphomet.

And I was crushed.

It wasn't black magic or death. Literally, a huge palm presses down on the dragon and Katarina simultaneously.

There was no way to resist the pure physical force created by weight and speed. Dragon Hat and Katarina are tangled together and crushed to the ground. Screams at the pain of breaking bones, no matter who comes first.

Baphomet is a light bulb. He feels his consciousness drifting away. I only allowed a single blow, but the blow is so painful.

The dragon bites its teeth again under the palm of Baphomet's hand. If it's not enough to tease the limbs, it's enough to cast a spell and bounce off his palm at once.

At the same time, Yongho felt it. Eligos and Ofelia are on the move. Skull, who was lying on the ground in Baphomet's assault, was also standing up again.

Each of them unleashed a magical force of greed. Yongho conformed to the enslaved horses and further amplified the magical power of greed.

But in that moment.

Yongho met Baphomet in the snow. He lowers his head and looks at the dragon as the servants of the Mamon family charge towards him.

The head resembles a mountain goat. It was different from a human, but I could read his face.

He smiles white. It was the only smile I could express.

Frenzy and joy, sunshine and joy.

He's weakened, that's for sure. But something remained the same.

The incarnation of death.

He who sacrificed ten thousand lives, is the same as the death itself imagined by the beings of the two worlds.

Grow up eating tens of millions of deaths.

Death smiles. A momentary burst of unparalleled power. It covers a large, dark cavity with no sound. You swallow the light from the dungeon lighting devices scattered by the dragon hordes for battle in an instant.

Eligos and Ofelia fall to the ground as they charge. The magical power of greed did not kill me instantly, but that was it. I couldn't reach a finger against the overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

Skull was also not much different. He already belonged to death, but he was not free from death. The senses of vivid death actually evoked the senses of life. Skull remembers his life for the first time since he became an undead. That's why I experienced my second death. His old fears and fears destroyed Skull's mind once again, all that he had to give up by facing death.

The skull collapses. Tears spill out of the hollow eye sockets, and you are in deep despair and sadness, not surprisingly. The memory of his life slaughtered him.

Dragon took a short, rough breath. I became more and more conscious. I have experienced hundreds of mental deaths in the space created by Amon, but in the end all of them were fake. It wasn't really death.

I couldn't feel the flow of time. Of course, that's what death was.

There was nothing there.

Despair breaks the will. Emptiness consumed my fury.

Embrace it. Embrace it.

Death.

Absolute tranquility.

Baphomet raises his hand. In fact, whatever the speed, it seemed really slow to the dragon's eye.

The dragon doesn't detect eyes. I saw something else instead of Baphomet's hand or death sickle.

It was the so-called principal and so on.

Born, raised, and if you go back now, you'll end up in elementary school, which you never will.

I entered men's middle school. The reason was because I was close to home.

I entered men's high school. It was because the nearby high school of men's and women's engineering was closed down.

I got into engineering. I was right. Now that I was in the army, I was perfect.

There was joy and sadness. If there were frustrations and trials, there were achievements and happiness.

It was a good life.

I have no regrets. I've never been in a relationship, but what's the point? I had not yet had the university meeting I expected, but it didn't matter. I never confessed, but it was okay. But he never kissed her. The opponent was Ofelia, and his purpose was to subdue the mind.

I touched Katarina's ears and tail. He also said that Kaiwan will grant any wish. It may be unfounded confidence, but Kaiwan seemed to have a little crush on him. No, honestly, I don't think so. You can grant me anything I want. You can't just say that, can you? I didn't say anything to Katarina either. Maybe she did.

Yeah, so-- so--

So fuck it! '

The dragon opened its eyes. I took a step back, and for some reason, I put away the juju, which made my eyes moist.

I had to survive. I had to survive. How many things you haven't done yet!

[My young master!]

You hear Amon's voice. Perhaps the moment death filled the void, Yong-ho cried out to himself.

The flow of time was still slow. Baphomet has barely grasped the sickle of death. So I had to move. So I had to get up and get rid of his death!

[Desire! Desire!]

Greed, my young master!]

Amon shouts. Dragon understands. Driven by the power of greed.

It was a primitive desire. I didn't know if it was necessary to inspire life, but I didn't care if it was insulting.

I imagined. I wished. I longed.

Aggravated, hoped, desired, exploded!

“I want to! ”

I was exhausted. I meant it. There was so much I wanted to do. There were so many things I hadn't done yet.

So I couldn't die. I could not be crushed by death!

Time has accelerated. You feel Baphomet's confusion. At the same time, you see the sickle of death reaching its peak.

Dragon Hoe grabs Amon. I still feel Catarina moaning in death. This was gripped and the horse rack activated.

The power of greed. The power of desire.

You don't run out of flashbacks that explode.

It was a puddle of Brigada.

The arena on the left hand held the power of wonder, even though it was unfinished.

One of the 12 ministers- the power of the Immortal Witch Skazaha, whose life matches the desires of life no longer!

The blue waterlight erupts from the dragon's left hand. The power of life drives out Baphomet's death.

Baphomet staggers. He screams in agony for the first time since his encounter with the dragon. You vomit the name of Skazaha, who possesses both you and the power of the pole.

Dragon vomited violent breath. I couldn't stand up, but I poured out the power of life on Baphomet. You counteract death with life, turning Baphomet from the incarnation of death into just a giant monster.

I needed the following: And the next one was already prepared.

“Arise, my nobles! ”

I gave the order. And the guards were faithful to it.

Eligos and Ofelia gallop. On their feet, they felt the power of life. From the magical power of greed conveyed through Brigada, I shared the desire for dragons and the desire for life.

This time, there was a strong misunderstanding between North and South. Each one of them destroyed Baphomet's legs!

Baphomet settles down as if to collapse. It cried out louder. You try to take away the life of the dragon that neutralizes your death.

Katarina grabs the dragon's hand. She didn't want to die either. There were so many things I still wanted to do alive.

Yongho looks at Baphomet, holding Katarina's hand. I command the last of the mercenaries here!

“Skull!”

Skull rises from the dead. You grab the hammer and charge.

Through Brigada, all the forces of the enslaved were concentrated on Dragon Ho. Dragon has transferred its power back to Skull.

The rust rises from the end of the hammer. Greed soars with dark magic, and the magic of Eligos and Ophelia ties them all together.

Baphomet thunders. He wields a massive right arm instead of a sickle of death that has evaporated to the power of life.

Skull climbs over it. And you sprinted. A battle-hammer destroyed because you could not withstand the concentrated power, but you added lightning to the power of greed that still retains its shape!

“Skull!”

Skull leaps up. Staring directly at Baphomet's red eyes.

It was no longer the incarnation of death. What was right in front of me was just a giant, black monster!

The battle hammer rages. The power of aggregated greed explodes above Baphomet's head!

Skull lands like a crash. Eligos and Ofelia barf and lift their heads.

And finally, the dragon stood up in front of the arena of his left hand.

Baphomet, whose head was smashed in, did not see the dragon.

But the dragon saw Baphomet's red eyes. He gave the promised rest as the king of greed to the incarnate of death who still had death, even though he had become ridiculously weak.

Baphomet smiles. Dragon feels that way. At that moment, the vast body of Baphomet became black ash and scattered into the air.

The dragon clenches his fist slowly. I looked at the new gem on the back of the horse's hand.

Boran sensitivity black. Goat left, the Devil of Carnage Baphomet's power.

Dragon has gained the power of life.

You have the power of death.

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End

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