Dungeon Maker

Chapter 65 - Old Zion

The weight of time was heavy. It was never easy for powerful beings who lived for more than a thousand years to recall the distant past.

Even counting was a difficult thing in the past. Thousands and tens of thousands of days have been between now and the past.

But I remembered. I never forgot that day. More than a thousand years ago, I could remember the past much longer than the day the king died, as if it were yesterday.

Behind the King.

The moment I decided to follow his back. Old self.

“My Lord.”

My lord.

My king.

Old Zion saw the present, not the past. I saw someone rushing towards me in a split moment and an eternal moment.

Successor to the king.

He looks like a king, but he's different.

Gu Zion clenched his fist. I stepped on the bench with a big smile. I focused on the present with the time it started flowing again.

You're in a rage. There's a noise.

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Since the 30th floor, Dragon has been unable to use the power of the slave laborers. It was possible to draw the power of the 12 servants from Mamon's wonder, but the laws of the Arena did not allow more.

Due to this, the fights on the 30th floor were reminiscent of the battle with the king of the appetites.

And it was the same on the 39th floor, in the fight on the top floor of the Arena.

At that moment, Dragon Hoe shook the heart of King Massin. Five of the seven claws dug through my chest, not one step at a time.

You feel a rushing rush of energy.

If you think about it, I already did a lot last night. The battle with the Old Zion could never be a long-term war. In the last half year, Yongho was with Gu Zion. It could have been more than just time together, given the ambiguous nature of the Arena.

Gu Zion did not spare her base. After the day he asked for the first lesson, he tried to pass on everything he knew to himself.

That's how I knew.

It was not possible to maintain distance or use the power of magic to wage a long war. There was only one way to defeat the beast named Gu Zion, the primitive battle of strength and strength.

I was going to pour everything I had. And it would be the same for Old Zion. This fight will be like a splendid flame.

I focused. Guzion clenches his fist. He braces the leg, striking the ground. I created speed with enormous force and crossed the space. His fist fluttered before my eyes.

There's a noise. It's not a hit. A fist and a tumultuous air burst out of the air. The atmosphere howls, and massive wavelengths spread to the surroundings. When the sound explodes, Dragon Hoe passes underneath his fist. A sharp torn wind grazes the dragon's cheek.

You dodged the first blow. Needless to say it was a miracle. Even if I was at the top of the red daemon, there was no sign of the Old Zion's movements. At that moment, the body and magic moved together, so the eyes that could see the magic themselves were useless. That's why it was a miracle. It was impossible to explain how I avoided it. I could feel it, and I could say it was an experience.

The dragon's eyes move. I looked up over the left arm of the enormous-looking Old Zion. The eyes meet. The old Zion smiles.

Boom!

A second bang erupted. Another miracle happened. The right fist that Gu Zion lowered while rotating his body hit the ground, and just before the ground was destroyed, the dragon stepped on the second crucible. I turned in the same direction as the Old Zion and pointed behind my back.

The wavelength that shook the atmosphere shook the ground this time. The ground that could not endure the power was torn from all sides, centered on the fist.

The right hand moves. The dragon does not detect the moment it reaches out its right hand. That's why Amon was able to become a flashlight with a flash of ultra-high temperatures at that moment that no one could have guessed.

A fist slammed into the jaw. The intermediate process was omitted. Amon's spear pierces through the air. The second fist was clenched by the golden goose in the Dragon's bosom.

His fist bounces off. A deflection shield that rises from the left hand of the dragon twists the trajectory of the fist of the Old Zion. Beyond the Helmet Fragments of the Silver Dragon Armor, which were shattered and scattered in exchange for defending against the blow, the gaze of Dragon Hoe and Old Zion crossed. The two initiated the next attack at the same time.

It became a single sound after a series of explosions. The beatings that took place in the streets where each other could feel each other's breath had unimaginable consequences.

Magic and magic collided. The atmosphere does not stop screaming. Localized, but the world's system itself shook.

I hit and dodged it. It was simple, but intense. Only the attack was repeated in a space that could not be properly looked at due to a magic explosion.

The iron armor of the Old Zion is stained with blood. The leather garments that wrapped around the red torso have already been burned away by the rust.

The dragon was not much different. Silver Dragon Armor was already a rag. Every time the attack comes and goes, the debris splits into the air.

The attack is accelerating. The breathless brawl seemed to blow away the Dragon Ritual in no time.

Gu Zion felt a fierce joy. It wasn't just because Dragon was fighting better than I thought. It was the pleasure of pure struggle.

Over a thousand years outside the arena, Gu Zion refined itself. I didn't care about the magical loss caused by Mamon's death. He was the Red Daemon. He was a man who fought in the flesh. Even though the magic was weakened, the Old Zion itself was not weakened. He was still the greatest red daemon of all time.

Kuang!

There is a change in the familiarity with the creation of a remarkably fast attack. Instead of attacking the dragon lagoon, it rises vertically. I jumped over ten meters in a heartbeat and rotated my body. You hurriedly raise your head to the dragon that's staring at you. Vertically, the strike was like a meteor burning the atmosphere of similarity.

It was an unimaginable blow. As soon as the thunder strikes the ground, everything explodes.

The attack has been missed. But the Old Zion doesn't care. What he wanted in the first place was not to destroy the dragon with this blow.

The atmosphere shifts with magical power. At one moment, the floor of the stadium collapsed, as if it could not be divided and divided. Several dozens, hundreds of debris rise into the air, forgetting the gravity of the overwhelming force.

In the basket, I saw Gu Zion. I was the subject of the attack, so I didn't swing around. You reach out your right hand toward the dragon that missed a moment of intense environmental change.

It's not a fist. The right hand of the Old Zion grasps the left hand of the dragon. Without being able to cross each other's gazes, Gu Zion unleashed super-strength. You swing your right hand as hard as you can.

The scream breaks. The dragon's left arm is torn apart. My muscles were torn and my bones were broken. The shock of the left arm being torn out alive whitens the dragon's head.

The Old Zion discards the dragon's left arm. Blood gushes from the left shoulder of the dragon lake, enveloping the dragon lake and the Old Zion. The right hand of Gu Zion, which had ripped out the left arm of the dragon, did not clench his fist again. In the fragments of the ground that initiated the crash, the diary of Gu Zion was fierce.

I couldn't avoid it or stop it. None were allowed. For the first time since this fight began, there has been a perfect attack.

The dragon that was hit between the left chest and waist flew tens of meters in an instant and landed on the walls of the stadium. The impact of hitting the wall would have crushed my whole body.

You feel it in your right hand. You still feel the sensation of destroying the living, crushing bones and flesh.

Gu Zion looked at the dragon. He was stumbling, buried in the walls of a collapsed stadium.

You grip your teeth. You take a step forward, putting aside your regrets. It was time to end it as we had promised for the first time. A single strike created all of this. If it had come from Yongho, it would have been rolling the ground itself. Fighting for a while was originally like this.

Gu Zion raised her head and looked outside the stadium. Kaiwan and Katarina are crying. Ofelia shudders on the ground, and Eligos denies the truth. Tigris grits his teeth with his eyes closed. Only Skull stood firm and faced the Old Zion.

Gu Zion turned her gaze. You take another step. The dragon's blood grips your right hand. The flame of Crimson Flame stopped in front of the Old Zion.

It was a waterfall of fire. It started with a red flame and soon became rusty. A mass of enormous magical power sweeps through the Old Zion.

Gu Zion felt Amon from the fire. He was different from the rest of the mercenaries. I was still able to make a will in the stadium.

But it was pointless. Gu Zion conjured up magic. I grabbed the tabernacle of fire with both hands. You push the running Amon away without giving up.

It was already over. The dragon can't defeat itself now. The damage was too great to stand up.

So I had to end it.

The veil of fire slowly cracked. Gu Zion stepped forward through the basket.

A dragon sits between the broken pieces of the wall. He barely raises his torso, raising his right hand.

Gu Zion looks into the eyes of the dragon. I felt great joy and sadness together. The dragon's eyes still burn with determination.

Dragon Hat opened his mouth. There was a distance of tens of meters, but Gu Zion could hear the voice of the dragon. That's why I hurried. I hurried to tear the veil of fire. I stepped into the dragon.

Yongho saw such a Old Zion. Instead of closing my eyes in a wobbly field of vision, I woke up. I grabbed my chest with my right hand. I finished what I had in my mouth.

Merge and strengthen.

Something that can no longer be delayed. Something that should not be postponed.

From the eyes of the dragon, the green glare burns. Amon stops once again in front of the rushing Gu Zion. The waves of greenery have created time.

The magic whirls from the heart of the King of Mash, who was subjected to the merger. Greed and appetite roared in a moment.

When Gu Zion finally crossed all the waves of Green Salt.

There was a strong light.

In a true sense, a sixth claw was triggered from the heart of the dragon and the one King Massin.

My horse.

The One Who Came For Him.

Beyond the arena, the whole arena came true. A terrifying magical force erupts from the dragon's body with rust. A faint seventh horn of light arose between the six horns.

Tired. Broken. It was hard to even bear the magical force that exploded. I did not know how long I would be able to maintain my current state.

But I was still able to fight.

The old Zion smiles. She bursts into laughter. I grabbed my fist full of joy.

Yongho also smiled. You grip the air with your remaining right hand. I got up from my seat and stretched out the flaming manger amon.

The two people looked at each other. You charge again.

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End

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