Dungeon Maker

Chapter 71 - Dragon Clash

Yuria was depressed for a few days.

I was so happy and happy until Skazaha made me promise to sleep with her and pinky fingers, but strange things have changed since then.

Everyone was serious.

The Lord was serious, and Kaiwan's sister was serious. Even the cute Katarina, who was always banging her tail like a bobcat, was serious.

Even Grandpa, the sweet Chief Eligos, couldn't even speak a word, so he couldn't speak a word.

Things didn't get better even after Gaju brought a very pretty sister with her wings. I thought it would be better by nightfall, but it was still there. Skazaha was busy taking care of her very pretty sister with her winged sister all night. The promise of sleeping together seemed completely forgotten.

I was upset.

But I couldn't help it. It must be something really important.

Yuria stares up at the artificial sun crouched in the villa courtyard of Skazaha. I spent the whole day picking potatoes with the skull troopers, and my back aches. - I don't know how it hurts. - It warmed my mind to think that I could make delicious food called French fries with canned potatoes so hard.

My winged sister and a very pretty sister came and it was twice that night. Lots of people, including the Lord, flocked downstairs and did not come up. It was out of the dungeon.

What's going on? Could something bad have happened?

“Heave-ho.”

On Yuria's call, Yuria looked down at the sky. Sitting in the same posture as Yuria, Sheephui gave Yuria a chicken exchange ticket with both hands. He had something as big as his head in his arms, and it was all crumpled up. It was a very precious‘ fried chicken 'exchange ticket even in the dungeon of the Mamon Family.

“Are you giving it to me? ”

“Heave-ho.”

Heave-ho nods quickly. I thought I should take this and cheer up. He didn't even give it to him, but he swallowed his saliva.

Karr laughs, and Yuria hugs him tight. He pressed the chicken exchange ticket he gave me and raised it high.

“I hope you come soon, Lord. My sisters are early, too. They're all eating delicious chicken together. Would that be good?"

“Woof!”

“Heave-ho!”

Rather than tweeting, he replied first. We could just eat each other first, but Yuria ignored it neatly.

But that's when it happened. Suddenly, you hear a commotion inside the mansion.

Yuria gets up and looks out the window at the inside of the mansion. She climbs over Yuria's head and straightens up. The dungeon meerkat's unique observation reveals what happened inside the mansion.

My winged sister stood up and shouted. The strange Eustian woman in the black dress was still looking at the same place as her winged sister.

Yuria and Gnarly rolled their eyes at the same time. I saw a very pretty sister who was quietly asleep in the blue water in the middle of the mansion.

The blue water split in two. Winged sister - Samael raises his voice again.

“Citri! ”

You answer the call. Citri wakes up from deep sleep.

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For a dragon, our consciousness was quite sparse.

They, the descendants of the One King, could have existed alone, and were often careless about the same species and even the world. It was okay to be individualistic, one by one.

The dragon army under the rule of the reign of violence was quite a mysterious group from the perspective of the dragon. I'm surprised the dragons formed an army, even though the members were from different clans.

Leading the dragon army was a giant anchor called the 'Farthest Seer'. As a Blue Dragon, she was stationed on the eastern border with an army under the command of the king of violence. Her mission was to deter the king of the appetizers.

Ancarblosa senses a predatory force moving through the night. But Ancarblosa has not made a move. Her mission was simply a deterrent, not an aggression.

It's been a while since the appetizers' forces moved. It was already time to confront the forces of fury.

Ancarblosa finally opens her wings and gets up. But she doesn't head north, where there's a fight going on. Rather, I looked west, unrelated to the fight.

There are no orders. It's not like there's any new contact.

But Ancarblosa has been looking west for a long time. Communication magic is triggered in the ominous cold of the back of the neck.

No answer. No, not at all. The magic that was heading west was cut off, as if something was interfering with communication.

Ancarblosa is no longer delayed. You commanded the flying monsters occupying the majority of the dragon army and flew up with only their side.

Something happened. Otherwise, there was no reason for the communication to continue at all.

Ancarblosa scrambles her wings. I hoped that my own sinister feelings would be wrong.

&

The Dungeon Chamber's distribution corridor was everywhere. However, in the territory of the Violent King to the west of the Magic System, there were fewer passages than anywhere else.

Dragons had less reliance on the dungeon trade than on other landlords in the market. They would rather lead the various factions that live within their territory than buy them at the Dungeon Chamber.

There were also fewer choices as there were fewer channels. Abraxax chose the nearest corridor to Rare, the King of Violence.

The instant the appetizer's army attacked the forces of fury, a door to the room at the end of the passageway opened. Abraxax was the door to the disposable space prepared for today.

A chunk of blue magical power spreads through the crack in the air. With Abraxax at the forefront, countless people settled on the land of the king of violence.

The door of the room was held for a short time. It was only one to two minutes at the most. Moreover, the door of space was more than a few kilometers away from the rare king of violence.

But the moment the door to the room closed, Abrahaxas realized. I've been spotted. I've discovered the door to this room on the ground.

Abraxas hastily opens his arms. Without delay, a huge magical force emanates from the seven horns without pity.

There was only one role for Abraxax in the raid.

Spray magical power in the air to disrupt various communication magic and space movement magic, resulting in the isolation of the rare king of violence.

A forest full of green came out with immense magical power. Abraxax bites his teeth. This was not good either. Abraxax's own magical power did not allow the forest to thrive. Another movement was happening all over the forest.

Bifronts not only erected six horns, but also made them look like giant spiders. The eight eyes rolled to different places to see the surroundings, and the eight feet detected the ground vibrations.

It was rare for dragons with huge bodies to build dungeons underground, like other Demon Kings. They built their homes in open basins and mountainous heights where they could fly at any time.

Thus, dragon dungeons were not limited to rare. The entire area around it could be called the Rare Dragon.

But it was usually hundreds of meters around Rare. Even an ancient dragon who has lived for a long time has never made it more than a kilometer.

But he was not the king of violence. Bifrost shudders into the cold that pierces its back. If he had been posed as a human, not a natural spider, he would have sweated a lot.

They are already inside the Rare King of Violence. This whole forest was the dungeon of the king of violence!

The Dungeon Congress had no idea. It was so absurd.

The whole forest was genuine because the monarchs of violence initiated a movement. A door opens in the dungeon, and a line of powerful magical people spills through it. It was natural to act hostile.

Many factions lived under the protection of the King of Violence. Bifrost has detected through the surface that hundreds of thousands of herds are moving in this direction. Eight eyes caught flying monsters from all sides.

If the role of Abrahaxax was to interfere, the role of the Bifrost was to conduct. There were more enemies than expected and they responded quickly, but they were two people who came to this land thinking about ‘war’ in the beginning.

Almost all of the marching horses were summoners. The two directors were urged to quickly complete the summons. Thirty-six summoners chant a spell at the same time, and a heap of bright light forms in the red sky, and a new light emerges from the heap of light. In the blink of an eye, a large number of summoned beams of light are drawn in the air.

The three zombie dragons and four bone dragons reach out their heads at the same time. Each of them was a giant beast that would be fit to be dozens of meters long.

The seven undead dragons followed in succession. Grifon and Pegasus, the warriors of the other world, soared, and the beasts that did not ride the horseman burst into angry tears.

The summoning did not take place only from above. Brainwashed Elven Spirits summon various spirits, and Elder Rich raises the golems. Vampire Roads summon undead like Skeleton or Zombie.

A crowd of tens quickly counted over a hundred and a thousand. The seven undead dragons that filled the sky were truly magnificent.

A smile was painted on Abraxax's face again. Bifronts were also a little, but relaxed.

There was also movement on the side of the King of Violence. The group that advanced the entire forest finally revealed itself.

Drake and Wyvern, the dragon slaves, cover the sky. Even if the number was small, it was enough for a hundred.

Armed with magical bows and spiritual magic, the Dark Elves join the forest to surround the Dungeon City council forces. The mercenaries escort those dark elves, and the Mountain Giants and many other giants plunge their heads out over the bushes. Heavy Dwarves and Orcs have formed around the roads.

There were dragons among them. The young men of the Red Dragon clan, the blood of a violent king. The largest one was only twenty meters long, but it was about twenty.

The door to the room opened and only a few minutes passed. Nevertheless, there was already a war going on around me. It seemed like a massive battle was about to begin.

But not yet. The most important man has yet to emerge.

Dragon Rare over there.

The one crouching in it. Who, despite his innocence, took his place only by the power of his own nature.

The atmosphere is torn. It sounds like an explosion.

A great being appeared as it soared into the sky. I felt full of sight, even though I still had miles to go.

The ground is darkened under the red sky. It was by a great shadow. It was so unrealistic to see a monster that was a few times larger than a full-grown ancient dragon and about 200 meters long soaring above the sky.

Once again, the atmosphere shifts. A single whirlwind caused the entire forest to roar.

Their king sits on the throne of violence.

A big, red one.

Truly a man of God.

I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the immense danger. It took a tremendous amount of courage to face the kings of the great dragons who were bending the ground.

The King of Violence sees a group of Dungeon Chambers. He didn't warn you. He opens his mouth to those overwhelmed by his existence. He exercised the power of the Great One King.

Dragon Bress.

Light has torn the world apart. It was not enough to say that the surrounding area was genuine. It was as if the whole world was shaking. The greatest dragon's power crosses space and crushes everything in front of it. A Bone Dragon exposed to the Dragon Breach has been destroyed with no escape or obstruction. A huge line was drawn on the surface, and all that existed in that giant straight line disappeared.

The Bone Dragon's remains have fallen to the ground. There is a moderate vibration, but no one looks back at you.

Abraxax can't breathe properly. A mere ten metres from the Dragon Bread passes by. What would have happened if that great power had overwhelmed him?

You could have prevented it. You could have protected it with all your might. Abrahaxax himself was the greatest magical force in the dungeon, no matter what anyone said.

However, I didn't think of stopping him quickly. Delusions such as God did not allow such imagination.

Abraxax realized that.

He was the king of violence. He had to be called that.

The 'Observer' Violent King never left the territory. The battle with the former king of the predecessors over two hundred years ago was his last recorded battle in history. That's why I didn't know it would be overlooked.

Abraxax breathes forcefully. One second felt like an eternity.

This land was the dungeon of the king of violence. All the housewives of the Magic Cube exert their strongest power while in their dungeons.

Maybe it was the wrong choice. Maybe they were just messing with someone they shouldn't have touched.

Abraxax regained consciousness. You cast out the feeling of pressure that caused magic and paralyzed the accident.

The Dragon Brethren of Violence have failed. Someone twists that dreadful aura in front of you. That's why the Dragon Breach draws a slash on the surface.

The one who made it so. A mysterious force shaped by black smoke that twists the trajectory of the Dragon Bread.

From the astonishment of the ring, enormous magical power swirled. The owner of the wonder lengthens the arrogance of the Longsword.

The king of arrogance smiled faintly. On my forehead, I looked at the king of violence with a triangle.

This was the first time I actually faced him. But I could tell a lot from the moment I met him.

The king of violence was not surprised to see the king of arrogance dealing with the wonder of Zeal. He put more important things in his mouth.

The voice of the King of Violence, even thunder, was spread from heaven to earth. It sounded like it was ringing in my head.

[King of arrogance. No, "The Arrogant Royal Family."]

It was a strange title. A big smile came to the face of the arrogant king. I asked again without hesitation. It was a very small voice compared to the king of violence, but passed on to everyone in the vicinity.

“Did you know? ”

[I was suspicious, and now I'm sure.]

Abraxax was unable to keep up with the flow of conversation. Bifronts intuitively understood. I looked at the king of arrogance without even knowing it.

Unlike other kings, the proud royal family inherited the sin of arrogance and became one "royal family."

If it's not the royal family. Only one king.

That can't be right. It was impossible. Bifronts had met the king of arrogance before. He and the king of arrogance in his day were different. He was a completely different person.

But the king of arrogance did not deny the word of the king of violence. He dealt with the wonders of Jill while addressing the wonders of arrogance. The fierce emotions themselves, the smoke of the black man and the pile of pure light, overwhelmed the king of arrogance.

The power of sin was the power of the soul. The power of two sins weighed thousands of years.

The king of violence did not question the situation before and after. He flew high and prepared a second Dragon Breach.

The king of arrogance raised his head high. At the end of a thousand years, they released magical powers through the best body they had ever completed.

Bifrost raises his suspicions and orders. Six undead dragons soared at the same time, and an army of dungeon council members launched an attack on a violent force. I fought from heaven and earth.

The king of violence, and the king of arrogance -- the king's family of arrogance.

The war between the two giants has begun.

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End

chu Yong-ryong