Dungeon Maker Chapter 257

Three Zombie Dragons and four Bone Dragons stuck their heads out at the same time. Each of them was a giant monster who was dozens of meters tall.

After that, flying spirits appeared in a row, following seven Undead Dragons. Griffon and Pegasus carrying the warriors of the alien world soared into the sky, and the beasts that did not carry the monsters screamed wildly.

Their summons did not happen only in the air. Brainwashed Elf Spirits summoned all kinds of spirits, and the Elder Lich raised up Golems. Vampire Lords summoned the undead spirits such as skeletons and zombies.

Dozens of groups quickly swelled into thousands now. The majestic posture of the seven Undead Dragons that filled the sky was terrific.

Watching them, Abrasax smiled a pleasant smile again. Bifronz also regained confidence again.

There was also movement on the part of the King of Violence. The forces that shook the entire forest finally appeared.

Drakes and Wyverns, called the dragon's subspecies, covered the sky. They numbered at least one hundred.

Dark elves armed with magic bows and spirit magic became united with the forest and surrounded the forces of the Dungeon Market. The dragon soldiers escorted them, and Mountain Giants and other giants stuck their heads out over the bushes suddenly. Heavily armed dwarves and orcs were on standby at major crossroads.

Dragons were also mixed with them. They were the young men of the Red Dragon clan who inherited the blood of the King of Violence. The largest ones among them were only about twenty meters tall because they hadn't fully grown yet, but they numbered more than 20.

Only a few minutes had passed since the door of space opened. Nevertheless, there was already a war looming in the surrounding area. It seemed like a huge battle would begin anytime soon.

But the war didn't start yet because the most important person didn't yet appear.

Someone was crouching down in the Dragon Rare over there.

He rose to the position of a king by using his power only when he had nothing like the Seven Deadly Sins.

The atmosphere was torn hard with a roaring sound like an explosion.

It took place right after the great being soared into the sky. Even though he was a few kilometers away, his presence seemed to fill the whole sky.

The ground turned black under the red sky because of a huge shadow. The scene of a creature several times as large as a fully grown Ancient Dragon, with its body over two hundred meters long soaring above the sky, was very unrealistic.

Once again, the atmosphere shook violently. The wind caused by just flapping his wings once made the whole forest howl.

The King of Violence was flying over his forces on the ground.

Red and huge being, who looked like a god.

All of them on the ground couldn't help but be overwhelmed by his magnificent grandeur. It took tremendous courage for them to dare to face the king of great dragons overlooking the ground.

The King of Violence looked down at the army of the Dungeon Market. He did not warn them. He opened his mouth to those who were overwhelmed by his presence. Then he exercised the power of the great Dragon King.

Dragon Breath.

Light colored the world. It looked like the whole world was shaking. The power of the greatest dragon traversed the space, crushing everything in front of it. One Bone Dragon that was exposed to Dragon Breath was smashed even before he could avoid it or block it. A huge line was drawn on the surface, and all the beings within that huge line disappeared.

The remains of the smashed Bone Dragon fell on the ground. There were quite a few vibrations, but no one looked back.

Abrasax couldn't breathe properly. The Dragon Breath passed by only a dozen meters away from him. What would have happened if that strong power had hit him?

He would have stopped it. He would have protected himself somehow because he was called ‘the strongest mana' of the Dungeon Market.

But he could not immediately imagine himself defending himself against such an attack. The King of Violence's mighty images stopped him from even imagining it.

Abrasax finally realized that he was the King of Violence. He was a being that had to be called that way.

The King of Violence, who claimed to be an ‘observer,' never went out of his territory. His battle against the former King of Gluttony over two hundred years ago was his last battle in the history of the demon world. Perhaps, that was why Abrasax ignored that fact.

Abrasax breathed with an effort. One second was like an eternity to him.

This land was the dungeon of the King of Violence. All the masters of the demon world showed their strongest power when they were within their own dungeons.

Maybe they made the wrong choice. Maybe they should have never touched the opponent from the beginning. Abrasax momentarily thought so, but in no time, he regained his reason. By generating mana, he shook off the feelings of overwhelming fear that paralyzed his thinking.

The King of Violence's Dragon Breath missed him. Someone twisted that terrifying force in front of him. That was why the Dragon Breath drew a diagonal line on the surface.

That guy twisted the trajectory of Dragon Breath with the power of Envy, which was in the shape of black smoke.

An enormous mana swirled from the Godly Energy of Envy in the form of a ring. The owner of the Godly Energy let down the Godly Energy of Pride in the form of a longsword.

The King of Pride smiled feebly then looked at the King of Violence with the three-eyed telescope on his head.

This was the first time he actually faced the King of Violence. However, the moment he encountered the dragon king, he could find out lots of things.

The King of Violence was not surprised to see the King of Pride handling the Godly Energy of Envy. The King of Violence had something more important in his mouth, which was his own voice.

The voice of the King of Violence, which could be called thunderous, echoed from heaven down to earth. It was a voice that seemed to resonate directly from his head.

[King of Pride, or the ‘the Royal Family of Pride']

It was a weird title. A smile close to a big laughter was on the King of Pride's face, who asked without any hesitation. His voice was so small, compared to that of the King of Violence, but everybody could hear it.

“Did you know about it?”

[I was suspicious of you, and now I have become convinced.]

Abrasax could not understand what they were talking about. But Bifronz understood it intuitively. He looked at the King of Pride before he knew it.

Unlike the other kings, the King of Pride inherited the Sin of Pride to form a “royal family.”

What if he didn't form a royal family? What if he was just one of the kings?

Such a possibility didn't exist. Bifronz had met the former King of Pride. He was different from the current King of Pride. He was a completely different person.

But the King of Pride did not deny what the King of Violence said. He took control of the Godly Energy of Envy and that of Pride at the same time. The black smoke and pure white light, the result of his intense emotions, engulfed the King of Pride.

The power of sin was the power of the soul. Thousands of years weighed upon the power of both sins.

The King of Violence did not ask about his situation. He soared high and prepared Dragon Breath for the second time.

The King of Pride raised his head high. He released the mana from his body that he had completed as the best possible one over a thousand years.

Shaking off all his doubts, Bifronz ordered his subordinate spirits to attack the King of Violence. Six undead dragons flew at the same time, and the forces of the Dungeon Market launched an attack against the forces of the KIng of Violence. They clashed in the sky and on the ground at the same time.

The war between the King of Violence and the King of Pride finally began.

No one knew who was the first who possessed the Seven Deadly Sins.

It was unclear when the spirit of the Demon God was divided, or when the divided soul was conceptualized as the Seven Deadly Sins.

Perhaps, the first person who possessed the Seven Deadly Sins did not know that he had them.

But there was a man. He was not convinced that he was the first who possessed the sin of Pride. However, it was clear that he was the first who had been called the “King of Pride” by the majority of men.

The first King of Pride. Belial, the Demon King of Rule.

The “royal family of the King of Pride” began with him.

The King of Violence soared into the sky. Four of Bifronz's eight eyes turned to the sky. He quickly moved his fingers to control the undead dragons.

Although one of them was killed, there were still six left. The way the six undead dragons, who were dozens of meters long, flew at the same time was enough to cause fear among the forces on the ground.

But Bifronz couldn't feel relaxed. Those on the ground who looked up to the sky shuddered at the terrifying posture of the King of Violence, who seemed to press down the six dragons with his giant body covering the sky.

The giant body of the King of Violence was 200 meters long. The distance between the ends of his full wings was even longer than the length of his entire body, so much so that he could easily wrap all the six undead dragons soaring toward the sky under his wings.

Zombie Dragons under the command of the King of Pride let out their own breath toward the King of Violence all at once. Bone Dragons flew higher as if they were trying to make a suicidal attack.

Chapter end