Dungeon Maker - Chapter 258
Chapter 258: Clash between King of Violence and King of Pride (3)
The Zombie Dragons’ breath surging up toward the King of Violence took on lots of forms. Looking down at them, the King of Violence released mana, which alone brought about a strong resistance. The breath targeting the king was distorted or sent off in the wrong direction that they had originally targeted. What the King of Violence used was called a dragon magic that had been passed down only among dragons.
Three types of breath containing light, flames, and lightning scattered everywhere, dazzling the eyes of those looking at them. Three Bone Dragons that discerned the scattering fragments of the breath attacked the King of Violence at the same time.
Each of the Bone Dragons was dozens of meters long. But the King of Violence was several times as large as them. It was like a child attacking an adult.
The King of Violence rotated his body in the air. Then, his huge and long tail, one-third of his long body, showed a terrifying movement. It struck one of the Bone Dragons after tearing the atmosphere.
It was a tragedy. The Bone Dragon plunged to the ground faster than he soared. At the moment he crashed on the ground, the fragments of his broken body also poured down like a meteor.
Zombie Dragons stumbled because of the torrent of the atmosphere created by the King of Violence’s tail attack, which could be called the strongest strike ever.
One of the Bone Dragons that escaped his tail attack bit the king’s neck. Another dragon struck the king with its tail as violently as possible as if he was imitating the king.
At that moment, Bifronz felt hopeless, watching them fighting the king.
The Bone Dragon’s teeth could not penetrate the king’s red scales. Despite an attack by another dragon backed by its massive weight, the King of Violence did not move.
The King of Violence bit one of the Bone Dragons. Even though he was already an undead, the dragon screamed. The sharp, powerful teeth of the King of Violence crushed the bones of the Bone Dragon to pieces.
The energy of death exploded at that moment. It was the power Bifronz created by making the Bone Dragon explode when he was bitten by the King of Violence. An intense energy of death engulfed the King of Violence, but it was again useless. The energy of death that tried to curse the king could not penetrate his might. When the Bone Dragon exploded, its bone fragments bounced off and messed up the king’s mouth, but that was it. When the King of Violence again used the dragon’s secret magic, his damaged mouth was restored to its original condition.
Bifronz gave up the hand-to-hand fight. The Zombie Dragons and one remaining Bone Dragon dispersed. Those Bone Dragons that crashed on the ground shuddered, unable to stand up again.
Four undead dragons wandered around the King of Violence and fired magic and breath. Instead of dealing with them one by one, the King of Violence flapped his wings once again.
In an instant, he raised his altitude more than a few hundred meters high. He then opened his mouth wide toward the ground. He let out Dragon Breath for the second time.
The King of Violence’s breath was like a huge pillar of light. The undead dragons flapped their wings desperately, screaming. Dragon Breath penetrated through them and headed for the ground. The original target of the King of Violence was not the undead dragons. It was Bifronz who commanded them all on the ground.
Looking up at the disaster pouring out from the sky, Bifronz kept swallowing. He didn’t close his eyes to the end, and a miracle happened at that moment.
Dragon Breath was distorted. Pitch black smoke, a symbol of an intense emotion, distorted the trajectory of Dragon Breath again.
Light covered the ground. Dragon Breath, which penetrated the ground, exploded, eliminating the surrounding area. A powerful earthquake shook the entire forest.
However, Bifronz survived. Gasping for breath, he looked at the sky. The King of Prie, the owner of the black smoke, was standing in the air alone. Those who were in the realm of the power he created were not swept away by the explosion of Dragon Breath because of the black smoke from the Godly Energy of Envy that neutralized the explosion.
The King of Pride no longer looked up at the King of Violence. He took off into the sky. The broad wings spread behind his back made the King of Pride soar high in the sky with just a flap of his wings.
The King of Violence hurriedly raised his head and looked up at the King of Pride, who was now rising over his head. The King of Pride looked down upon him now.
At that moment, the King of Violence triggered powerful magic. The scorching heat that the King of Violence brought about with his determination struck the King of Pride. But the black smoke of Envy surrounding the king stopped the heat. At the same time, the powerful gravitational magic of the King of Pride pressed down on the King of Violence.
The King of Violence flapped his wings. His strong will broke the gravity magic. Although he lowered his altitude slightly, he never plunged to the ground.
Four undead dragons charged at the King of Violence again. The King of Pride lifted the Godly Energy of Pride.
Once again, the light and their roaring noise shook the sky.
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Like all the lords of the demon world, the first King of Pride had one power.
The demon king of domination.
The power of domination.
He could freely dominate those who inherited his blood and his subordinate spirits. Not only their bodies but also their souls belonged to the King of Pride.
Time passed.
The King of Pride, who used everything around him as a tool, could not avoid death.
The king did not properly remember what happened at that time. He couldn’t tell whether it was his will or just the instinct of the living that he didn’t want to die. Maybe none of them was true.
When the King of Pride became aware of himself again, it was all over. The King of Pride looked down on his body only when he was old, weak, and eventually died.
The King of Pride ruled his successor. He robbed the successor’s body, not content with ruling him. Then he swallowed up the successor’s soul.
The Seven Deadly Sins were to dwell in the soul, not the body. Although he acquired a new body in the successor, he was still the King of Pride.
The King of Pride lived that way. For him, his descendants were no longer the heirs who could inherit everything he possessed. His successor was just a tool to be taken away by the King of Pride.
The King of Pride was independent.
Those who did not know the situation thought that the Sin of Pride would be inherited through generations through his bloodline. They called it the royal family of the King of Pride.
Time passed again.
One day, the King of Pride met the person.
The person lived in eternity like the King of Pride.
If the eternal life of the King of Pride was based on his power, his or her eternal life was based on Sin.
The person was freed from time because he could be anybody, old or young, man or woman.
A woman with the Sin of Lust.
The King of Lust, Asmodeus.
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The war did not take place only in the sky. A deadly fight was going on in the entire forest.
Although it was the battle between the two giant kings, their subordinate spirits were actively engaged in the battle, helping their masters. They had a role to play on their own.
The army of the Dungeon Market aimed at the King of Violence’s hideout, Rare, but the King of Violence’s subordinate spirits tried to block their efforts.
Their individual attack was obviously weak. But what if one hundred spirits cast their magic at the same time? What if one hundred healers heal the King of Violence? What if the huge flying weapons attack the undead dragons and the King of Pride?
The forces of the King of Violence aimed at Bifronz and Abrasax. At the same time, they defended their master’s Rare. They wanted to help their master, roaming in the sky.
While the fight in the sky was magnificent, the fight on the ground was desperate. Thousands of troops on both sides fought for their own lives.
Dark Elf Yertiger shot a magic arrow. He was an excellent sharpshooter. As if to prove his excellent competence, the magic arrow accurately hit the target. The vampire woman who controlled ghouls grabbed the magic arrow stuck in her neck and screamed. White smoke soared from the wounds on her neck.
The ghouls went around even more violently. Yertiger was about to hurriedly shoot his second arrow when a rock as big as a house falling from the sky struck the tree on which Yertiger was sitting. The huge earth spirits controlled by brainwashed elves were responsible for the attack.
Yertiger rolled on the ground, and the dragon soldiers, the defending warriors of the Rare, ran over him. Armed with magic weapons, they chopped up the ghouls and rushed toward the brainwashed elves.
Orc warrior Ur’s ax cut the neck of a Griffon who fell on the ground. The alien warrior who was lying on top of the Griffon quietly hurriedly moved his hand and stabbed Ur’s chest with a spear.
Ur collapsed with a scream, and the Orc warriors behind Ur swung their axes on the alien warrior’s head. Blood splattered with a cruel hitting sound.
Drakes breathed out fire from their mouths. The alien warriors aboard Pegasus and Griffon cut Drakes and Wyverns while crisscrossing the flames raining down on them from all directions.
The young Red Dragons expressed their anger. Although they were not good at magic because they hadn’t grown up fully, they were still dragons. They were already born with the weapon of a strong body. The Red Dragon’s flames were much more powerful than Drakes’ fire. The alien warriors who were blocking the flames with their magic shields were burned, and the Red Dragons struck them hard with their tails.
