Dungeon Maker

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Time has flowed fairly everywhere.

When the sun came up, the same day started as always.

The North was at war. The arrogant army and Jill's army exchanged workshops every day. Outsiders flattened the workshop as a boring long term to avoid the hot spins, which was undeniable.

However, it was not a boring long term for those who fought directly.

There are people who die and get hurt in battle. It was true that an army of arrogance was winning the war, but this did not mean winning without any harm. Even within the reign of arrogance, fewer mercenaries lost their lives.

It was definitely the same day as always. But at the end of the morning, a new order came out. An army of arrogance advanced some troops, as it did before the full moon, and attacked a dungeon belonging to the army of Jill.

Combat has occurred in and out of the dungeon. It was such a desperate fight that I wanted to slash the necks of all those who criticized me for being boring. Both sides only deployed less than a fifty percent of the total force, but that was all for those who fought directly on the battlefield. It wasn't just a number. There was only one life for each of them.

Yaksini stretched out on the floor and barely managed to catch his breath. Blood, sweat, and tears mixed together, so I couldn't see ahead. I was deaf to the shouting and screaming.

She was a Yaksha, a member of the team. As is the treatment of the upper arm in the north, so was slavery.

Bubbles formed in my mouth. I couldn't even breathe anymore. I felt a terrible excruciating pain on my left arm, and I felt no sensation. As my bones and flesh crumbled, only the pain I felt remained vivid, messing with my head.

The shouting continues. In his miserable cries and old age, he felt a strange silence. Perhaps this was a unique sensation that felt in the imminent moment of death.

Fortunately, there was no such thing as Juma. Living as a slave in the north was a series of horrors. I didn't want to suffer in the past until the moment I was dying.

Today was different from yesterday.

Yakshni felt it. It was not limited to the individual.

An intuition, perhaps a peculiar superpower in your arm that you woke up with just before you died.

Yaksini tried to open his eyes. I washed away the impurities that were filled with tears. Yaksini barely opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

Like the gazes of the outside world watching the war in the north, a ray of sunshine pours down.

There was blood again. Something big and heavy collapses with a thump, and the battle around the Yaksini moves a little farther. It is because either prevail has been decided.

It was like a pattern of repeated battles over the past few months. However, Yaksini felt a distinction. It was funny. I was dragged into the battlefield as a slave and left to die in my own backyard. The difference from yesterday did not help.

However, Yaksini looked up at the sky, squeezing the last of his strength like a fever. The unfair and massive flying chariots that I had hoped to ride once made a huge shadow and darkened Yakshni's small body.

Yaksini realizes in that darkness. I understood what had changed.

Today was different from yesterday.

Tomorrow was definitely going to be different.

The King of Fury stared at you with a stiff face. She was not in Vimana, a residence and fortress. Standing in the middle of the ground in your arms, you wait for the leaders of your other arms.

The temple was circular and had eight pillars. The king of fury was the head of the whole party, but not as different within this temple. She is not the King of Fury, but only the head of Gandarba, part of the Dritarastra - an arm.

Because of this, she is equal to the heads of the other seven factions. He never ruled from above, nor was he trampled from below.

I felt a strange sensation called dritaraschtra. It was just too ominous to spin because of the tension.

Kirtimuka and Gardi, who had always cared for and cared for her, were not here. It was only the chiefs of each faction who could stand in this position to determine the entire future.

He clenches his fist tightly and silences himself. I was a little overwhelmed at the thought of thinking of the Maon family heirloom's face, just the way Kirtimuka taught me. even though the side effects made my face somewhat lighter.

A fresh breeze blows. It was the wind that came down from the sky, from the head of the Gardi family and father of the Gardi Mundi family.

The tall, red-haired, non-pachyderm was baptized to dritarastra, and dritarastra also responded with a baptism. The other leaders of my arms appeared in succession as if they were signal bullets.

Deva, Yong, Yaksha, Gandarba, Azura, Garura, Hilltop, Mahoga.

It's been a long time since the eight captains of my arms came together in one place. Moreover, this meeting was not a gathering of the angry king and the leaders of his arms.

Dritarastra, the head of Gandarba, was here, not as a king of fury. It meant a lot.

“A bio suggested by Dritaraschtra, the head of Gandarba, to the leaders of his arms. ”

Dritaraschtra opens his lips calmly and vomits. Her cooling voice was not the same as her loving voice, nor her old age that resounded on the battlefield.

The leaders of his arms had already known why Dritarastra had called for a meeting at the temple. They listen to Dritarastra's words according to a prescribed ritual.

The meeting went smoothly. However, I suddenly looked up at the sky while continuing the story called Dritarascht.

Something was different. I couldn't pick it up and express what it was, but I felt different.

Dritaraschtra struggles to suppress his anxiety. I continued the story in front of the leaders of my arms.

You proposed to attack the territory of the king of the appetizers.

Citri raises her head. I guess I fell asleep.

A cat wagon running through the sky was settled on the ground some time ago. On the roof of the Dungeon Chamber Headquarters in the center of the horse system were the other five directors' wagons.

I needed some time to wake up from my memories. Citri looks at the other wagons half-closed. There were four of them. Looks like they've already arrived, except for Citri herself.

It was not too late for an appointment. There was still some time left until the meeting, not the meeting in the virtual space, actually started face-to-face.

It was unusual for the five directors to actually come together in one place. It was already the third time this year. It meant that the machete was so noisy.

Citri once again closes her eyes and opens. I finally woke up from my memories and saw the present. I swallowed some cold air at the Dungeon Chapel Headquarters, which was close to the sky, but was day, night, and darkness.

Citri stands up from the wagon with a slight frown on her brow.

The reason for today's meeting was because of the king of the appetizers. He was more eager to trade secrets than any other king, but not only had he uncovered them unilaterally, but he had not been exposed for more than two months.

With a simple reclusion, there had already been a king of nativity or a king of greed, but they had already been in reclusion. Furthermore, the king of Natai could not have such a big impact on the horse system because he did not even have power, unlike the king of color.

The king of the appetizers was a vigorous man. His disappearance could have caused great wavelengths throughout the entire system, whatever the reason.

Of course, Citri knew why the king of the appetizers had suddenly disappeared. But I had no intention of mentioning him. I was just going to leave as I always did. Her role as one of the founders of the Dungeon Chamber and one of the longest-running directors was sufficient.

As I walked down the hallway to the depths of the building, Citri recalled the dragon lagoon. A smile was painted on my face. She was similar to him, but different. However, I was able to have even more affection. The slightest difference is that he proved that Yongho was Mamon's child, his true heir.

Against Citri herself, no one knew, but Mamon drafted the Dungeon Chamber of Commerce. A true king, he devised a dungeon hall for the resurrection of the entire barn system. It was Mamon's wind that fed the dungeons at a cheap price, giving up the big profits.

Mamon had more in mind. The current Dungeon Chamber was somewhat different from what Mamon had expected. But Citri was not greedy. At best, she was only one of the five directors. Maintaining the Dungeon Chamber's food supply policy was best for Citri at this time.

In return, I retreated from the line. Tired was the reason, but the biggest reason was that. Instead of lowering their power and influence, they kept their food policy.

After a long corridor, I reached the conference room. Other directors had already occupied the same round table as virtual space.

The ultimate super-strong Orobas.

The ultimate intellect beafront.

The ultimate magical Abrahaxax.

Fastest wings, Samael.

Aurobas glances at Citri. I knew Citri well that she could look like a do-gooder, but she didn't mean it at all. He was the oldest mover after Citri.

Bifrost closes all eight eyes. I thought I sensed Citri coming in, but I didn't show any action to say this.

Abraxas, as always, sat at his feet and touched strange forms of toys. After greeting Citri with a sly smile, he again focused only on toys.

“Welcome.”

Samael greets you with a soft smile. What happened at the special auction last time was a face buried in my mind. That's why Citri answered with a beautiful smile. I sat in the only vacancy and faced the other directors.

Bifrost opens his eyes. Abrahaxax puts in a toy and laughs, and Orobas again gives Citri a glance. Samael put a gentle smile on the front of his heart.

Citri slumps her shoulders, burying herself in a chair. It was always the same meeting as me. But somehow I felt different.

Bifrost opens his mouth. Declared the start of the meeting.

The arena is still. It seemed as if the cold air had blocked all the sounds of the world.

Katarina winks at the audience. In addition to the mamon family landlords, many others were gathered. All the labor horses in the Arena are gathered in one place.

Kaiwan smiled bitterly. Ofelia shudders lightly, and Eligos swallows the drought. Tigris' gaze was far away.

The skull stops. Instead of making Moora's voice, I looked at the back of the owner who was going on his own without stopping.

Yongho stood at the stadium across the audience. I look at the person across the street.

“Did you know it was today? ”

“I've lived a long time, too. I had a hunch. ”

Gu Zion smiled coolly. He was wearing a battle suit made of leather instead of his usual black suit. The red heat rises from the sheep's fist of the black gauntlet.

“You're the first. Challenging me to the top floor. ”

It's been a long time, to say the least, over a thousand years.

Finally, the greedy king returns. An heir to everything the king longed for.

Gu Zion spit out the cigarette that was in her mouth. I smiled like a child and said.

“I told you before, I will never let you go. Even if you become a slave to the Defeat Arena, I won't regret it. ”

Yongho smiled at the provocation mixed with taunt. You mount a Silver Dragon Armor with a fierce smile. You grip the air and grab the flame of the Crimson Flame. He opened up the sin of greed and appetite.

Six tall horns.

It was definitely the power of the king.

There was no shortage to stand side-by-side with the six kings who ruled the throne.

Gu Zion boldly admitted. I have drawn out all the power I currently have, even though it is not as strong as it was in its heyday. Six horns rose above the head of the Old Zion.

Old Zion of Power.

Mamon's 12 best melee fighters. In fact, if you limit Amon, which can be said to be one with Mamon, you are the strongest among the 12 ministries.

He was a legend, a living myth.

“Come, you who challenge the king. ”

The dragon saw him, said Gu Zion, and did not delay any longer. You rush into the flames of furious greed.

The king of the Arena.It's the only culmination.

Yongho and Gu Zion are in a rage. Begins the primordial fight.

Chapter 64 - The King's End of the Arena, Chapter 65 - The Old Zion

End

chu Yong-ryong