The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

Two men walk down the long corridor.

One is a big man in a lion-headed swallow tail suit.

The other is a little boy for elementary school.

"Damn, I knew Lena wouldn't cooperate..."

The boy walking ahead crushes unfortunately.

"Yes. Anything. Like finding a friend more important than us."

"Heh... well, that's good"

Now he sounds a little happy.

That's where the conversation stops.

Only footsteps echo in the long hallway.

Crossing the hallway, there was a big door there.

The lion-headed man - the Demon King's Army executive Zahark slowly opens the door and gives way to the boy.

There was a round table in the room, filled with all seats except the upper seats.

The boy sits on his seat without hesitation.

When the boy reached his seat, those who had sat until then stood up in unison and drowned their heads.

It is a tribute to your servant.

Yes, this boy is their Lord.

It is Azil Dakar Reynolds, the Demon King who makes the Demon Beast of the Divine Disaster a total Demon Clan.

Most importantly, this is not what it is, but a tentative appearance that holds back power.

Because as it should be, it's “too big” to get into this conference room.

"You're all right. Well, let's get this meeting started."

"Ha."

Zahark acts as a facilitator, and the reporting of each executive begins.

There are eight Demon King's army executives in total.

These eight people have no sequence and are given equal say.

"I'll report from unit one. The installation of the transfer gates is on schedule. Ten days from now, all areas will complete the transfer gate placement."

First unit captain Spunta reports in an administrative tone.

Does the appearance feel like a human old swordsman?

It doesn't look like it, it's the oldest Ginseng executive in the Demon King Army.

Strength is also the fiercest after Azil and Zahark.

When Spunta gets to her seat, the man next door gets up.

"Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, 2nd unit, deploying without problems..."

A black man with skinny skin that is galloping.

He wears a thin, dirty robe and hides the top from his nose.

Second Squad Captain Woff.

He is the head of the undead who sums up zombies and necromancers.

"Troop three is fine, too. My men are blending well into the humans."

The next person to report is Captain Halout of Unit III.

Head of the sacubus dressed in highly exposed clothing and with a luscious body.

Among the demonic tribes, she is particularly good at turning into people, and since the seal of the dungeon has been lifted, her men have been lurking one after the other into the world of men.

Thereafter, we shall also conclude our reports with the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh.

"So, Unit Eight, I'll report more. No problem with the squad itself. But..."

The captain of the eighth unit says there.

"What's up?

"The... the spirit of that man, Kirishima Aoba, is not yet stable"

The captain of the eighth unit, Morda, is a ghost man with horns on his forehead.

Contrary to his audacious appearance, his personality is terribly timid and he still sweats off his forehead worrying about the gaze of Azil and other troop leaders.

"Can you tell me more?

When Zahark prompts, Morda answers as he wipes his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Yes. That...... I'm almost done with both arms when it comes to treatment. However, he seems to be very concerned about the company he lost when he captured Lady Lena... Dinner and sleep don't seem to keep me busy..."

"You're still a buddy, he is. Well, fine. Don't give him a break now. 'Cause when the time comes, he'll get up even if he doesn't want to."

"Ha ha..."

To Azil's words, Morda snorts as he floats a question mark.

That's all the reports from the executives.

Next, Azil looks toward First Unit Captain Spunta.

"Spunta, what happened to the demons that just let you go outside?

"We are currently expanding into the City of Magic, the Kingdom of Bolhelic and the Hazan Empire. Adventurers and knights from all over the country seem to be dealing with this, but it will still take some time. Anyway, it would be unexpected for them to have a trained demon."

It was a natural sight five hundred years before they were walking wide across the earth, but they can still be described as a sufficient threat to the humans of our time.

In the last five hundred years, man seems to have become much weaker.

I didn't even know you were holding hands with the demons you let go for blindfolding.

"There must be only a few people in the human race who can clearly describe us as a threat."

"Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,“ crossing the border ”is dangerous, hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"And then there's the traitor's silver ghost and the current emperor of the Hazan Empire, and maybe around the dragon slayer? Do you want to finish them off first, Demon King?

"Hmm..."

Azil often thinks.

"Howlotto, can a few of you sneak into the Hazan Empire and retrieve“ Ale ”? If possible, kill the Emperor and the Silver Ghost."

"If you have orders."

"Well, do it"

"I'm in awe"

To an order from the Demon King, Howlotto nods with a tranced look on his face.

"Spunta, let more demons go to the Bolhelic kingdom.“ Cross the border "and“ dragon kill ”nail it."

"Ha."

"Three days later, the rest launches an attack on the Holy Kingdom. Without a doubt, Harsha will activate the junction. That's where the battle starts."

If Harsha activates the junction, there is only one path that leads to the Holy Land.

The transfer gate is in a dungeon where the son of the Divine Disaster Dragon King sums it all up.

We have to drop this place first.

And if we even drop this place, the rest is easy.

To the full-blown Harsha, Gibble.

Relatives are also inferior to what they were when they were there.

Their opponents today can defeat them without any problems if they increase their power now.

That's why this first dungeon is the biggest difficulty.

Therefore, every effort is made to hit this.

"Don't you have to send a messenger? I have not heard that your son is so close to either the Divine Disaster Dragon King or the Holy Dragon Harsha. If we discuss it properly -"

"No. Kill Earths and all his family. This is a matter of decision."

Azil kicks ass at Spunta's suggestion.

"I would have told you why. It no longer makes sense to just kill Gibble. I also hear that more than half of the seats are already filled.... I have no grudges against them. But we have to do it."

"Got it…"

In Azil's words, starting with Spunta, the other troop leaders also have a complex look on their face.

We all know that.

There's nothing we can do about it, and for our own convenience, we're trying to kill those who have no grudges whatsoever.

Still, their determination is unshakeable.

"Well, let's go. To fulfill our petition."

Everyone nods at the words.

The meeting was closed.

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And then Azil goes back to his room.

"Phew..."

Releasing the tension and closing the lock, the man inside called out.

"Hey."

That's a blonde teenager or so.

He sits on the couch dignified and looks at himself with eyes that look down at everything.

There were proper books around me that I would have read in my spare time. They have a bookshelf nearby, but they're not going to clean it up. Will you clean it up properly? If his men see it, they're going to fall.

Again, Azil sighs.

"I wish you'd been at the meeting, too."

But Azil laughs and forgives the disrespect.

Because, in a way, "he” is much closer than the demon kings.

I don't care about this much anymore.

"Ha, what would it be to be out in such a boring place? I know you've decided what to do."

"Don't say that. I have a position. [M] The title of Demon King is much heavier than you think."

"I see."

"Yes, I am."

Azil brews tea and serves it to the blonde.

I also brewed my share and sat on the couch opposite me.

"So, when were we supposed to attack?

"Ten days from now, I guess. I want to make sure it's all right."

"Right."

"Don't you have to see Lena? Maybe you realize you're here.

"Now you won't be discussing it with that witch. Besides, you shouldn't be intruded by the heta."

"Ha, you're right. But to be honest, I was surprised you could help me."

"It's a match of interest. I have your convenience."

That said, he drinks tea.

I don't complain. It should be loud for tea, but you must have been happy with the tea that Azil brewed.

"Are you sure?... That kid, he's your favorite, isn't he?

With that said, he bluntly tongued.

"The situation is the one. Now that I've heard everything from Harsha, you're not gonna forgive Gibble. Whatever. And Harsha."

"If that's what you're doing, Earth, you and your family are going to kill you?

"Killing only Gibble doesn't make any sense anymore..."

"Really... you're not gonna like it"

"But we have to do it. Otherwise, there's no point in Mr. Mules or the others dying."

"Right.... let's end this, with all our hands."

Again, Azil gives him his hand.

"Again, do me a favor, Tenryu Yamu"

"Oh, that would be good, Royal Beast Azil"

The hand, Yamu shakes back.

The worst alliance is formed here.

And ten days later.

War begins between the Demon King's Army and the Earth dungeon.