Dungeon Maker

Chapter 283 Mammon 7

The King of Pride shouted at Yong-ho violently. The moment the king faced Yong-ho, he knew it immediately. He didn't even need to check his heartbeat. He saw a vision of Mammon right before his eyes. He even felt the three Sins of Greed, Gluttony, and Fury, which Mammon had obtained one thousand years ago. And that fact evaporated the king's reason and drove him into irresistible anger.

"The King of Pride!"

Yong-ho wasn't scared at all. He brought out all the power of the King of Pride, who possessed the most powerful mana in the history of the demon world with himself pitted against the king's own royal family.

Yong-ho immediately activated all his power at once. The Sins of Greed, Gluttony, and Fury instantly became one in his soul.

The King of Pride erected eight horns of light over his head.

Yong-ho also erected eight horns of light.

The King of Pride spread six wide wings of light while Yong-ho spread the wings of black mana.

The hugely destructive power of the two kings' mana collided head-on.

It seemed as if the whole earth would be split because of the big collision of the two powerful kings. Indeed, the ferocious clash between the two mighty kings was beyond description.

The fighting on the ground had become a mess. Those who were near the place where the two kings' mana collided with each other were crushed as if they were caught between huge walls, regardless of whether they were the northern or southern forces.

Not only small humanoid monsters such as goblins and imps but also even medium-sized monsters such as Ogres and Trolls could not avoid the fate of being crushed to death. Even the giant beasts in the air fell to the ground, hit hard by the two kings' mana.

Demon God.

It was indeed like God's power.

They could not help but look at the two kings' fierce fighting. Even those dungeon spirits who got 'frozen' by the master key of the Dungeon Market rolled their eyes.

Hundreds of thousands of the northern and southern troops' eyes looked at the sky at the same time. They were just absorbed into watching their battle breathlessly as if they forgot how to even breathe.

With everybody on the ground overwhelmed by the fighting in the air, the Queen of Fury had a horn in her mouth. Instead of attacking the King of Lust, she blew the horn as hard as he could.

Her horn was like the sound of awakening the southern forces. The Queen of Fury was aware that Sitri had only ten or more seconds left to freeze the northern forces. To ensure the survival and return of even one more southern soldier, she had to defeat the northern forces right now. It was a cruel and selfish idea, but she was the head of the eight clans.

The huge silence was broken by her blowing the horn loudly. It was the heads of the eight clans who came to their senses first.

"Tear them off!"

Biryubakcha, the head of the Garura clan, issued an order. The armed warriors who had been trained to protect their oppressed and abused race for many years responded immediately. Without wasting even one second, they attacked the northern forces around them.

It was just a few seconds, but during that short span of time, lots of changes took place throughout the battlefield.

The dragon corps, including Dragon Lord Ancablosa, no longer looked at the King of Pride. Each of them prepared the best possible attack on their own. They were ready to wipe out the flying monsters and beasts of the northern army positioned in the sky.

Lucia was located in the Labyrinth of Greed, not Tiamet, the giant red dragon, and unleashed the power of the greatest dungeon freely in its deepest room. As a result, a larger aura injected power into the entire southern army.

Sitri counted the remaining time until the freezing was lifted. For now, she had only several seconds.

Yong-ho and the King of Pride were staring at each other. The Queen of Fury and the King of Lust already started exchanging attacks with each other. Ancablosa filled her mouth with Dragon Breath, and several ancient dragons of the Dragon Legion were fully ready to use the secret weapon of demon magic. Samael's fatal blow broke the magic field of Abrasax while Eligos and Ophelia destroyed Bifronz's magic at once.

The moment Sitri finished counting down the time, Dragon Breath filled the whole sky. A lightning storm, a rain of fire from the sky, and an earthquake that shook the earth swept through the northern army. The northern forces were killed as soon as the dragon soldiers used the demon magic at once.

Even though the master key didn't work any more, the northern forces could not come up with a quick counterattack because it took time for them to recognize that their freezing was lifted. But the moment they realized it, they were faced with the permanent freezing without even screaming when the southern forces didn't miss the golden chance to attack them.

Yong-ho and the King of Pride no longer stared at each other. He rushed, and the king swung his hands wide inside the black giant of Envy. The light of Pride from the black giant's both hands blocked him.

The green flames of Aamon collided with the light. Their fighting was no longer going on in a physical realm. It was only the difference in what form their mana was released.

The Sin of Gluttony devoured the light of Pride. The remnant light was burned by the Sin of Greed. Yong-ho, who strengthened himself with the Sin of Fury, threw himself at the black giant of Envy. By wielding Aamon violently, he tore apart the black giant, a lump of terrible emotions!

"King of Pride!"

Abrasax shouted at him. Right after he screamed, however, he had to look back. He couldn't afford to look back at the King of Pride at the moment. The fastest wing, Samael, was the fastest among the five directors of the Dungeon Market. It was impossible for Abrasax to avoid her attack while looking at the King of Pride. All he could do was to simply pour out enormous mana to fill all directions with a magical field.

Orobas's absence at the moment was so painful to him. Among the three betrayers of the Dungeon Market, Orobas was the only one who could effectively defeat Samael.

"Damn it!"

It was useless even if he tried to crush her with the overwhelming mana itself. Samael, who became the subordinate spirit of the King of Greed, was so different from her days as one of the five directors. His mana that didn't target her exactly strayed from her mana.

Abrasax now felt impatient. Born with enormous mana from birth, he did not know how to fight other than crushing his opponent with his mana. Bifronz would have tied up Samael's feet by combining various magic, but Abrasax couldn't. For the first time, he found himself on the defensive, and he was so embarrassed by the deadly attack by a woman who he always thought was inferior to him. As a result, he could not even use half of his power.

'The number of horns in battle is not absolute.'

That was what Gusion said before. Samael agreed. Once again, she disappeared from Abrasax's sight and aimed at his back.

Now Bifronz felt his final moment was coming. His old friend devised several survival options for him, but he came to the same conclusion at the end of the day.

He activated four kinds of magic by fidgeting with his four hands, but the situation did not improve. Tigrius, the wizard of the Mammon family, canceled out his magics by triggering different magic with both hands, and the two beasts of the Mammon family crushed or endured Bifronz's magics by mounting a reckless attack. Eligos and Ophelia's attack was so strong and fast that Bifronz could not take the time to prepare another magic. The magics he improvised at the moment could not counter the simultaneous attack by the three subordinate spirits of the Mammon family. The subordinate spirits of the King of Lust could not go to help Bifronz. All they could do was to protect the forces of the King of Gluttony from the onslaught of the southern army. Moreover, the subordinate spirits of the Mammon family were much more than expected.

Richard, the silent warrior, broke his long silence. He roared loudly and smashed the forces of the King of Lust. He was second only to Gusion, who was said to be the strongest fighter among Mammon's 12 Spirits. Accordingly, there was nobody among the King of Lust's forces who could confront Richard. It was like a tiger moving around in the flock of sheep. Each time he swung his black club, those soldiers around him were shattered to pieces.

Scathach showed off her infinite vitality. She wasn't content with treating the wounded soldiers of the southern army. She broke into the northern forces to prove why she was called the Immortal Witch. There were no attacks that inflicted a fatal injury to her who had transcendental regenerative power. Scathach, who dealt with the power of life, attacked the northern army in her own way. Whenever the blue wave struck them, the northern soldiers who received excessive vitality from her saw their bodies bursting out. Some of them lose their lives because dozens of arms sprouted from the wounded areas.

"Skullkull!"

The Skull unit was already a battlefield nightmare to the northern forces. Skull, the incarnation of death, was not satisfied with sprinkling death everywhere. The dead stood up and followed the skulls advancing ferociously. The more the northern forces were killed, the more they followed the Skull unit.

Bucephalas let out a green breath. Not content with rushing forward, he destroyed those who stood in his way. He brilliantly carried out his mission, befitting his image as the King of Nightmare.

Both life and death were the enemies of the northern forces. They fell into extreme confusion and fear now. Some of them couldn't move even now, as if they felt they were frozen.

The King of Pride didn't care about the northern army from the beginning. The King of Lust could not take care of them. Abrasax and Bifronz couldn't waste even a second, only focusing on surviving.

The southern forces were united and strong while the northern forces were in disarray without any central leadership. The nature of the battle quickly transformed from an intense fighting into a war of slaughter.

"I belong to Yong-ho! I belong to Yong-ho!"

Shouting loudly, Kaiwan swung her whip sword in all directions. While slaughtering the northern forces with the storm of her sword, she tried to see elsewhere other than the King of Lust.