Dungeon Maker

CHAPTER 64 # 3 Time has flowed fairly everywhere.
When the sun came up, the day began as always.

The northern part was in war. The army of Oman and the army of Jillian exchanged workshops every day. The outsiders had said this workshop was a tedious long battle to avoid a hot spin, which was an undeniable fact.

But for those who fight directly, it was not a long war that was never boring.
When the battle arose, there were deaths and injuries. It was true that the armed forces of Oman were winning in a row, but it was not to win without any damage. Even within the army of Oman, a great number of workers lost their lives.

It was obviously always the same day. But when the confrontation in the morning was over, a new order was issued. The armed forces of Oman advanced some of their troops as they did before the full moon, and attacked the dungeons belonging to the Zionist army.

There was a battle both inside and outside the dungeon. It was a struggle to fight all over the necks of those who had been bored. Both sides were only putting in a minority of troops, not less than fifty percent of the total power, but that was all for those who fought directly on the battlefield. It was not a simple number. It was only one life for each of them.

The minister Yakshini barely breathed the floor, but was able to breathe just as easily. The blood, the sweat and the tears were mixed and the front was not seen. I was ears to yell and scream.

She was a yaksha, a member of the arm. In the north, the treatment of the army was usually a slave.

The mouth was frothy. It was hard to breathe even now. A horrible pang was felt on his left arm, and no sensations were conveyed. Bones and flesh were crushed and only the pain felt was vivid and disturbed in my head.

The sound of yelling did not stop. In a miserable cry and loneliness, Yakshini felt a strange silence. Perhaps this was a unique sensation in the impending moments of death.

Fortunately, I did not see anything like it. Living as a slave in the north was a series of horrors. I did not want to suffer in the past until I was dying.

Today was different from yesterday.
Yakushini felt it. It was not a personal story.

Any intuition. Maybe it might be the unique powers of the arm that were awakened just before the death.

Yakshini tried to open her eyes. The fresh tears washed away the impurities on the eyes. Yakshini was unable to reach his eyes and could barely see the sky.

Like the outward gaze watching the war in the north, the sunlight was pouring into the air.

Again the blood bounced. Something big and heavy fell down with a thud, and the battle that broke out around yaksini moved a little farther. It is because the superiority of one side is decided.

It was like the pattern of repeated battle over the last few months. But Yakshini felt a clear difference. It was funny. As a slave, he was dragged into the battlefield, and at the end he was dead. The difference with yesterday did not help at all.

But Yakshini looked at the skies as if they were caught in a fever, as if by the last force. The unfaithfuls and the giant flight crews, who once wanted to ride on one day, created a very large shadow and painted Yakshini's small body in the darkness.

Yakshini realized in the darkness. I understood what was different.

Today was different from yesterday.
It was clear tomorrow will be different.

The King of Fury stared at his face with a hard, firm face. She was not in Bimana, now a residence and a fortress. Standing at the temple in the center of the arm of the army, I waited for the heads of the other armies.

The temple was original and had eight pillars. The King of Fury was the head of the whole arm, but it was different in this temple. She was recognized only as the head of Gandarbha, a member of the Dritarathura-arm, not the King of Fury.

She was therefore equivalent to the heads of the remaining seven tribes. It never regained above, nor was it trampled down.

Dritarastra felt a strange sensation. It was so ominous to blame for the tension.

Kirti Mukawa Gardimundi, who had always looked after her, was not here. Only the chiefs of each race could stand in this position to determine the future of the entire army.

Dritarastra was clutching herself with a fist clenched. The way Kirtimuka told me, I was reminded of Mammon 's face. Although the face got a little runny due to side effects.

Fresh wind blew. The head of the Garula clan and the father of Garidimundi, Boryu Pakcha, descended from heaven and produced it.

The tall, red-headed bearded spur was baptized by Dritarastra, and Dritarastra also responded with a ceremony. Like the bombardment spur, the other heads of the army have appeared in the temple in succession.

Deva, Dragons, Yaksha, Gandarbas, Asura, Garrula, Gungribinga, and Mahoraja.

It was a long time since the eight heads of the army gathered in one place. Moreover, this meeting was not the case of the King of Fury and the heads of his subordinates.

Dritarastra was the leader of Gandarbah and was not the king of the rage. The meaning it had was great.

"It is the bio that Dr Tarasstra, the head of Gandariba, offers to the heads of the army."

Dritarastra opened his lips slowly and spit out his voice. The cold subdued voices were different from her usual sweet voice and voices from the battlefield.

The chiefs of the army had already known why Drastarastra convened a meeting in the temple. They listened to Dr Tarasstra's words according to their ordinances.

The progress of the meeting was smooth. However, Drritarasutra suddenly looked up at the sky without even knowing it while he was talking.

Something was different. I could not express what I thought, but I felt it was different.

Dritarastra suppressed the uneasiness. The story continued in front of the chiefs of the army branches.
And to attack the king's territory.

She lifted his head. It seems to have been asleep for some reason.
The cat wagon running across the sky was sitting on the ground. On the roof of the headquarters of the dungeon, which is located in the center of the maze, there were also five other wagons.

It took some time to wake up from the memories. She saw the other wagons with half-closed eyes. All four were. Anyway, except Seitai himself, it seemed to have arrived already.

It was not really late in the appointment time. There was still some time left before the meeting, which was not a meeting in virtual space, but a meeting that actually proceeded face-to-face.

It was not uncommon for the five directors to actually gather together. But this year was already the third. That meant the mystery was loud.

She eyed her again once again. I finally woke up from my memory and saw the present. I swallowed the cold air from the headquarters of the dungeon, which is close to the sky but is surrounded by the daytime, night and darkness.

My heart was aching. She stood up in a wagon with a slight frown on her brow.

The reason why the meeting was convened today was due to the king of food. He had been keen on secrecy trading with any other king, and he had not only uncovered a secret deal, but had not been seen for more than two months.

Simple hermits had already been the king of idols or the king of lust, but the two were already old. Moreover, the idol king could not have a great influence on the majesty because he did not even have power unlike the king of lust.

The king was the one who acted vigorously. His disappearance was able to cause a great wave to the entire mystery, whatever the reason.

Of course, she knew why the king of the tomb suddenly disappeared. But I did not have much to comment on that. I just thought I would keep my seat as usual. One of the founders of the Dungeon Chamber and her role as director for the longest time was enough.

Walking through the corridor to the deep building, Seitry recalled Yongho. There was a smile on his face. The child looked and resembled the person. But it was so much more affectionate. That little difference proves that Yongho is Mamon's child, his true successor.

It was Mamon who made a draft of the dungeon chief, though nobody knew how to remove himself. As a true king, he envisioned a dungeon chancellor for the revival of the entire mystery. It is because it was the wind of Mammon that supplies the food at a cheap price until the dungeon committee abandons its big profits.

Mammon had envisioned more. The current dungeon chapel was somewhat different from what Mamon thought. But she was not greedy. She was one of the five directors. It was best for Citi to maintain the food supply policy of the Dungeon Council.

In return, I retired from the front line. The reason was exhausted, but the biggest reason was that. Instead of putting down power and influence, it kept the food supply policy.

I reached the boardroom past the long corridor. Other directors were already in place on the same circular table as the virtual space.

Orobas the strongest strength.
The highest intelligence Bifronz.
The strongest horse power Abra Sachs.
The fastest winged Samuel.

Orobas greeted Mr. I could see it at first sight, but I knew that it was not the intention at all. He was the oldest director after Citi.

Bifronz was closing all eight eyes. The fact that he came in did not seem to do much, though.

Abraham Sachs, as always, sat by his side and touched the strange form of toys. After greeting Mr. Citi with a serene smile, he focused on the toy again.

Well?

Samal greeted him with a soft smile. What happened at the last special auction house was a face buried in my mind. So, she responded with a bright smile. I sat in the only vacant seat and faced other directors.

Biplonz opened his eyes. Abra Sachs chucked the toys and Orobas sent his eyes to Satri again. Samal covered his face with a gentle smile.

She leaned over the chair and stretched her shoulders. It was always the same meeting. But I felt something different.

Bifronz opened his mouth. Declared the beginning of the meeting.

The inside of the arena was calm. It was as if the cold, subdued air blocked all the sounds of the world.

Katarina looked at the crowd as he flicked his long ears. There were many other people besides the former Caesar of Mammon. All of the servants who were assigned to the arenas were gathered together.

Kaifa laughed. Ophelia was light and thrilled, and Ely Goss swallowed the dry spit. Tiglius kept his gaze in the distance.

The skull stopped. Instead of putting out the voice of Moore, I looked at the back of the owner walking alone, not stopping.

Yongho stood across the stands to the stadium. I looked at the person who was on the opposite side.

"Did you know it was today?"

"I lived a long time. It was a foreboding. "

Gion Zion laughed coolly. He was wearing a combat uniform made of leather instead of the usual black suit. The red fever rose from the fistful Sakakaman Gauntlet.

"You are the first. It is up to the top to challenge me. "

It was indeed long. It was over a thousand years.
The king of greed finally returned. The successor who has inherited all of the king he had missed so much.

Gion spit out a cigarette in his mouth. She laughed like a child.

"I'll tell you in advance, but I will never look at it. Even if you become the minister of the losing arena, I do not regret it. "

Yongho also smiled at the provocative declaration. He laughed wildly and mounted a silver dragon armor. I grabbed the air and got the flames of Honglun. He opened the sins of greed and food.

The towering six horns. It was obviously the power of the king.
There were no shortcomings to stand side by side with the six kings who controlled the king.

Gion Zion admitted quietly. Though it did not reach its peak, it pulled out all the power it has now. Six horns rose above the head of Gushion.

Gion of Power.
Mamon has the strongest melee combat power among the 12 labor posts. In fact, if you remove Amon, which can be called "Mammon", you are the strongest among 12 laborers.

He was a legend. It was a living myth.

"Come, you who challenge the king."

Said Gushion. Yongho saw him, and he did not delay any longer. I rushed to rage the flames of angry greed.

The king of the arena. It is only one vertex.

Yongho and Gu Xion clash. I started the original fight.

Chapter 64 – King's End of the Arena, Chapter 65 – Gion leads to Gion.

Chapter 64 End of # 3