Dungeon Maker

Chapter 139: Rebellion King Embrio (3)

The Death Knight held an unusually huge zweihander in his hand. Wrapped around in pitch-black armor, he fluttered a red cloak and released a wicked energy.

It was overwhelming. It was a terrifying energy indeed.

The wicked energy was so intense that Embrio’s army near the path of the Death Knight screamed in painful groaning.

It wasn’t an enemy that an ordinary undead monster could deal with. It was in a different league from the start.

But Skull didn’t back down. It sharply stared at the Death Knight with Bucephalas and glared its purple eyes even more.

The wicked energy of the Death Knight.

It didn’t matter. Skull didn’t care. Claymore screamed from Skull’s hand!

“Skullkull!”

Brigada shined. Skull brought out not only the mana of greed but also other power.

It was death. It was the power of Baphomet, the demon of slaughter and one of the 12 Spirits of the House of Mammon.

Lightning was added to death. The mighty power to tear even the wicked energy of the Death Knight was present in Skull’s Claymore.

The Death Knight also didn’t back down. He rather smiled at Skull’s power. A great warrior when he was alive, he laughed like crazy and frantically wielded zweihander at Skull.

The moment they were compressed against each other and the moment they stopped moving, the two warriors who returned from death looked at each other.

They clashed violently.

Embrio didn’t look away.

When the sun of the green flames hit the ground, he opened all of his five horns. It wasn’t the time for him to hide his power fumblingly.

The huge mana he released instantly became a barrier in itself. It easily blocked the waves of the green flames raining down in dozens of strands.

Embrio saw the essence of the sun of the green flames. Despite death rising to overtake him from all sides, he analyzed it.

It was strong. Even if that was the master’s all power, his evaluation didn’t change.

Embrio erased everything from his mind that he had expected of the House of Mammon so far.

And he closed his eyes. There were two Red Daemons running around like crazy.

They were also strong. Each of them could be compared to Plauros, the strongest in the Western Owners’ Alliance.

An undead monster, apparently from the House of Mammon, was confronting the Death Knight. It was a pretty tight fight between them. And this kind of fight was far beyond Emrbio’s expectation.

There were already three players comparable to Plauros. In addition, the master of the House of Mammon was much stronger than them. Were they all?

Embrio opened his eyes. Once again he released powerful mana to put out the green flames around him. He saw two women as if they were dancing down from the sky.

Kaiwan was gorgeous. She damaged the world with a whip sword that stretched to dozens of meters in length. The dark red mana that bloomed under her gray hair spread out in all directions.

Catalina was sharp. She could be called as good as the blade of black mana.

She landed on the ground, cutting through the air, and cut everything standing in the way by scattering blades of black mana in all directions. Then she cleaned the place where her king would stand.

And there was one who landed on the ground between the two women. He was holding the spear of the red lotus, revealing his five horns without hesitation.

He was still far away from Embrio. There were more than a hundred troops in between.

Embrio looked into Yong-ho’s eyes. Yong-ho also didn’t avoid his gaze.

Embrio realized something. It wasn’t how strong the master of the House of Mammon was or how he created his current power. What Embrio realized was what he had to do in the future.

Right now at this moment, the fight here would determine the fate of the southern area.

The eastern region was still intact, but in the end, it was only a stepping stone for his advance.

The land where the greatest King of Greed was born. Who would rise up again in the land? Who would succeed the genealogy of the great king?

Embrio ordered the attack, and his command resonated in the sky.

“Mobilize whatever you can! Do your best in this fight because this is a fight worth fighting for!”

This time Yong-ho raised his head. Although he was facing Embrio, he looked at the sky instinctively.

Catalina groaned. Kaiwan opened her mouth wide.

What was coming down from the sky?

Even at the moment when Yong-ho created the sun of the green flames, there was something watching the ground from a higher place.

Huge wings covered the sky. Death came down.

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Crazy Oros fought with all his might.

Embrio’s army was almost twice that of the Free City. Moreover, Oros’s forces were inferior to them qualitatively, let alone quantitatively.

Embrio’s army boasted of their most fighting experiences in the southern blank. The bums in the Free City also had lots of fighting experiences, but the nature of their fighting was different.

A tight, dense formation by Embrio’s army pressed the freewheeling formation of the Free City troops. The bums in the Free City who were not accustomed to this kind of fight eventually had to choose to survive rather than fight to kill their enemies.

So, Oros came out to the forefront. It wasn’t a situation in which he would command them in the rear. After all, Oros was tasked with keeping the enemy at bay. What he needed at this moment wasn’t a cold-hearted commander, but a mad troll who would smash the enemy’s bones in the front line.

He smashed an orc’s head with a stick. He killed the goblins rushing without fear by trampling on them. He then swallowed drugs, which maximized not only the troll’s unique regenerative power but also strengthened all the functions of his body.

Regardless of friendly or enemy forces, they were killed here and there. Oros looked everywhere with glittering eyes. Since the drug was working, Oros let out a breath roughly and shouted.

Right at that moment, the sun of the green flames hit the ground. The intense shock lasted only for a moment, but it stopped all fighting.

Orc warrior Kijamu’s heavy infantry, who were beating the dungeon spirits of the House of Randolt hard, looked toward their main unit blankly. So did Lotus, the King of Wild Animals, who was in the thick of slaughtering the Free City troops.

Oros laughed. He was in doubt when he heard it first, but now he could trust it sincerely.

He was sure he could win the fight.

But when he believed so, the sky opened. Something more intense than the sun of green flames made everybody look up at the sky.

There was something he had never seen before.

But everybody knew what it was.

Oros stepped back. He was more than a few hundred meters from it, but he made eye contact with it. Staring at Oros himself, it spread its huge wings.

“No!”

Someone shouted. And that was it.

The dragon descended over the forces of the Free City.

Although it was fooled by death, it breathed out the power of the great King of One, called Dragon Breath.

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What was the strongest among the numerous races in the demon world?

There were lots of disagreements about it. Given that there were big individual differences even among the same race in the demon world, such disagreements were taken for granted.

However, whenever they mentioned it, they never failed to mention this race.

Dragon.

The descendants of the great King of One, who had inherited the fantastic veins of water.

Some called them the king of all wild beasts and birds.

Others said their very existence was a miracle.

They were strong. When fully grown, they were dozens of meters tall, and they were very tough. Their muscles were transcendent, and the scales were firm. Despite their large body and weight, they could freely roam the sky. Dragon’s bones, teeth, and claws were compared to the hardest metal in the demon world.

Aside from their mighty physical power, their inherent mana was also extraordinarily powerful. To talk about the average mana of each race, the dragons were the best in the demon world.

As if their skills were insufficient, the dragons also had various other skills. Some of them had superpowers compared to the power of the masters of houses.

Dragon.

Some called them perfect beings.

And the ultimate weapons they possessed.

The primitive power inherited from that great King of One.

Dragon Breath or breath weapon, it was pouring down from the sky now. It was a lump of power embedded with terrible wicked energy.

It was purple. Crazy Oros couldn’t know more than that. He was crushed by its overwhelming power without defending himself or avoiding it.

Like the sun of the green flames, the breath weapon exploded as soon as it hit the ground. The purple wicked energy covered dozens of meters in diameter and annihilated all that existed in it.

A huge thing, which was dozens of meters long from head to feet, was floating in the air. That alone was amazing, but it really unleashed an overwhelming power.

The battlefield froze. Embrio’s army and the soldiers of the Free City looked at the dragon, forgetting the fight.

They instinctively covered themselves. And what happened immediately afterward astonished everyone again.

The dragon threw itself on the ground. Its descent, which could be called a free fall, was an attack in itself. The ground shook as if there was an earthquake. Numerous soldiers were crushed by its giant body. The dragon moved. Rotating its body roughly, it swept the ground with its tail. Dozens of soldiers again died in its simple attack.

The dragon roared then turned around, releasing a terrible wicked energy. Its dreadful eyes glared threateningly.

It wasn’t necessary to tell friendly forces from enemies in this situation. The soldiers of the Free City couldn’t move like a frog in front of a snake. Embrio’s army was no exception. Even though the dragon didn’t do any harm, they were seized with fear instinctively.

“This is the dragon. It’s undead. So it’s weak. Weaker than when it was alive. It doesn’t have any special skills. So, don’t be scared.”

Somebody spoke quickly. It was none other than Kaiwan.

She was wary of the dragon that she saw with stiff expression and Embrio at the same time.

She had a point. This dragon was weaker than a living dragon. This dragon, which could be called a sort of skeleton, lost many powerful weapons unique to the dragon.

The scales harder than any armor were no longer present in it. In the process of falling as an undead, it lost most of its skills, and its cold-hearted intelligence turned into that of a beast.

Nonetheless, it was still a dragon.