Dungeon Maker

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It was like a sudden snap of the string that was pulled taut.

The moment a new power was added to the arena, Dragon Hoe felt deep fatigue. I felt the pain engraved all over my body again.

It hurts. It hurts a lot, too.

I felt like I had broken bones everywhere. He only allowed a single blow, but his whole body was full.

Bafomet's attack was not just a slap. At the moment of pressure on the palm of your hand, the dark magical forces that rose from Baphomet's left hand cut through your entire body.

My skin burst due to my bruising, and my wounds bled everywhere.

I wanted to sit down right now. But the dragon held its breath. In his right hand was Katarina's hand, instead of Amon's.

Catarina was injured in one way or another. The Black Magic Power did not slash you because you were behind the Dragon Hoe, but you took more damage than the Dragon Hoe.

Dragon has seen Katarina. Katarina also saw the dragon. Both of them pour so much magic into Brigada that they shake their hands, but look at each other and smile. They were a little silly smiles.

Yongho hugs Katarina. Perhaps Katarina has embraced the dragon.

The two of them relied on each other like that. Dragon Hoe senses he's alive with his face buried in Katarina's neck.

When death devoured everything, dragon hoes craved it.

The desire was not mere lust. If it were only color, he would never have been rid of Baphomet's death.

I really wanted to do a lot of things.

I could see why Amon described it as harassment.

It was greed. I didn't give up anything. None of them could give up. It was all his.

Katarina was warm and soft. So I closed my eyes. I also felt like I wanted to live forever. Her breath, of course, even her gentle scent, were all sweet.

But strangely, I also remembered the face of Kaiwan. It was the smile I showed you just before the battle at the Arena. Even now, it was almost an insubordinate smile. A smile like that right before the fight. I felt that it was weak.

It wasn't just Kaiwan that came to mind. The face of Guzion, Skazaha and Amon flashed one after the other. I also remembered the servants and the servants of House Mamon.

Yongho opens his eyes with a dazzling smile. Katarina can't open her eyes if she's tired. My tail was shaking, but that was it. It was a brotherhood that relied entirely on Dragon Ho. I felt like I was going to collapse as soon as I moved my hands lightly.

Dragon hugged Katarina's waist a little harder. I put my lips to Katarina's head and looked around.

It was the same for everyone.

Eligos and Ofelia have each fallen to the ground. I thought you were having an emotional hug, but you were both too tired for that.

But they were also strong red daemons. If only Mamon were strong enough, Eligos slowly raised his torso. Ofelia can't get up easily enough to see how much damage Baphomet has done to her. But I did not lose consciousness, and I called Eligos in a very small voice.

Dragon gave up on standing. I sat down, holding Katarina with my other hand. When I sat down, I wanted to lie down again, but I hardly restrained myself. I turn my head a little further and see Skull.

Skull was a wreck, too. The battle hammer that Vergrim had enhanced was completely destroyed. All that was left was the sack.

The armor and helmet were also broken. He wasn't barefoot like when he first came to the Mamon family, but he had been seriously injured since the battle with Forest.

Kneeling on the ground, Skull supports his torso with one cracked arm, trembling. His jaw and head were particularly trembling.

“Skull?”

It was Skull who took the final blow to Baphomet. Could it be that he pushed too much power and was overwhelmed?

Skull slowly turns his head to a worrying call. The naturalization that needs to bloom inside the black eye hole is too small.

And it wasn't just that.

Yongho felt anxious. It could have been a sense of camaraderie. This feeling was not just for Dragon Ho himself.

Skull's feelings were conveyed through Brigada.

It was hard to express. It was like a turbulent uproar beneath the silent sleep - the only emotion I could express.

“Skull.”

I called you again. Skull reacted to the unwitting eagerness. He was a skeleton with no face, but Dragon knew that Skull was struggling to smile.

“Skull… curl…. ”

Slow and low, Skull drops to the ground instead of forcibly holding back. The anxiety about whether the call of the dragon helped. It seemed as if she was resting comfortably as Ofelia or Katarina.

The dragon swallowed a dry saliva. I felt very anxious about how Skull felt, but once I sank, there was nothing I could do, because there was nothing unusual about it.

I just hope it's not a big deal. Dragon Hoe hugs Katarina again. After overcoming the temptation to fall asleep like this, I examined the magic within the joint.

The energy of death has not yet completely disappeared.

It was the same black magic, but it was different from Catarina's.

Katarina's black magic resembles an embracing, grooming night. Baphomet's black magic, on the other hand, was like cold, terrifying despair.

The black magic whirls as Baphomet stands. It was truly spectacular to see darkness scattered around every turn.

Dragon Hoe touches the arena of his left arm with his right hand beyond Katarina's waist. Despite being invisible, the newly created jewel of Baphomet clearly popped into my head.

The power of death as opposed to the life of Skazaha.

Dragon Hoe finally sighed. Your right arm is long and steady. Instead of hugging the gliding Katarina, you cushion her thighs and squeeze the air.

The rust rose after the flame of the Crimson Flame. Yongho scraped together all the remaining magical powers of Eligos, Ofelia, Skull, and even Katarina and poured them on Amon.

[My young master.]

It works. You can talk to Amon even if it's not the Arena.

Dragon Hoe asked, looking at Amon's sine-burning spear, reminiscent of a mythical era weapon.

“Is Baphomet dead? ”

I couldn't afford to have long conversations like this. Amon replied with a few pointed questions.

[Baphomet is the incarnation of death. to bring to the world the notion of death that humans in this world had.]

[The worn and worn body for a thousand years since the owner disappeared is now completely gone. Now that the vessel for the concept is gone, the concept will disperse and disappear.]

[But it is not yet complete annihilation.]

[The essence of Baphomet remains an unfinished wonder. Inside, there is not only ‘death,' but also some consciousness.]

[But don't worry, my young master. He will never harm you or harm you.]

I can't hurt you.

Neither is Baphomet willing to do so.

Dragon Hoe sighed for a long time. Amon smiles softly.

[My young master. You did well.]

[The power of greed comes from desire.]

[But mere lust cannot produce the true power of greed. It will be more like the power of the king of greed than the power of the king of greed.]

[Clearly, the power of lust was great. But not only that, the young master was able to overcome Bafomet's death because a purer primal desire was also included.]

[Hope, yearn. Project your true winds into desire.]

I swear. You always were really good at that embarrassing sound.

Instead of answering, Yongho looked at Katarina's face for no reason. I feel the urge to touch my cheeks, but I can't because I'm holding Amon.

This is the limit. And once I thought about it, I wanted to touch Katarina's cheeks quite seriously.

So Yongho asked the last question.

“Third floor. Who are the 12 servants who rule the third floor? ”

Amon didn't answer right away. You leave a slight gap. It was the same time I would have laughed and sighed if I were a person.

[Nicknamed Left, Elun the Nightcutter.]

[She is the owner of the 3rd floor of the greedy maze.]

After answering, Amon sets himself on fire. I returned to the shape of the bracelet.

‘Beheading the Night... Elun. ’

The patron saint of the greedy king Mamon. His lover.

The dragon touched Katarina's cheek. I closed my eyes to the soft touch more than I could have imagined, but I shouted out the last power. I've called in Salami, Bucephalos and Skull troops waiting beyond the corridor.

The road to the third floor was open, but not now. First, I had to return to Skazaha on the first floor and recover my health and magical strength.

I can feel Salami running from behind my back. Dragon Hoe put down all his things. Katarina's cheeks are touched and she falls into a deep horse.

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The end of the long battle is near.

Flauros, an artisan of the Western Household Union, laughs in vain. It was not because Cesaro of the Bern family, his powerful ally, had literally been scattered into blood before his eyes.

The Western Household Alliance was defeated by Ambrio.

And that defeat was fixed from the beginning.

Five horns.

Evidence of that ferocity that stood on Embryo's head.

As a result of eating the northern and western households, they were not new horns. Although his horn was only four entrances, he could see that he had been practicing his magic for a long time.

Embryo had five horns from the beginning. Most of the northern and western households had a considerable power gap, so the power gained through the absorption of essences would be few.

It was also natural that the Northern households were beaten senselessly.

It was understandable that it showed the same importance as the Soldiers.

Within the command of the six kings, there would have been quite a few who had five horns. But not in the Southern space. Embryo was arguably the only strong person within the Southern space.

Embrio absorbs the essence of Cezaro. I was a little help to Embryo when I was four horns in.

Embrio takes another step. Flauros adds stinginess to his young smile.

Flauros' understanding of this defeat as' predetermined from the beginning ’was not only because of Embryo's horn.

Flauros realizes who's standing behind Embryo.

So I gave up, and I laughed.

“You cannot be king, Embryo. You will eventually fall miserably, chasing only the shadow of the king. ”

I had no idea who was supporting Embryo. But no matter who it was, I wouldn't rule over Embryo's ambition.

Embryo doesn't answer. I just quietly approached Flauros.

Flauros smiles again. Instead of begging for a miserable life, you hurt Embryo's spirit with your last laugh.

“You know that, Embrio. You will never be king. ”

That was the last time. Flauros is no longer able to speak. My heart was destroyed alive and I was killed.

Embryo took the essence of Flauros. The most powerful man in the west gained quite a lot of power as a household with power.

‘You cannot be king. ’

It was a curse. I decided to think so. You get rid of the unpleasantness by ordering a pack of wolves to eat Floros' corpse.

The smoke of the battlefield envelops the sky. Death, scream and groaning resounded from all sides.

Embryo steps away from them all.

Headed south.

It was the land where the great king was born.

Chapter 39 - The End of the Tornado, Chapter 40 - Completion

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