Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

895  Chapter 895- Simon Vs The Three Kings (6)

Everyone was excited as they looked at their master completely dominating their enemy. It was especially the case for those who were observing the whole thing from the White Palace of the Main Floor.

The Forest Spring Spirits cried out in excitement, the joy filled voice rang out across the entire hall.

"Big Brother" Cecilia clenched her hands looking a little worried and relieved. Although this wasn't their first time being invaded by a strong enemy, she was always worried for her brother who could be a little reckless at times especially when it meant to protect everyone.

Ever since that incident not too long ago when he fought those adventurers and got brutally injured in return, she was beyond herself with worry. For her, he was her family member. Although they weren't related by blood, she felt the same sentiment and security she would feel if she had a brother.

He not only dotted on her, but also protected her and cared about her. Naturally, she didn't want any harm to come to him.

"Big Brother… please be okay"

As she tightly clenched a wooden branch she got from the spirit tree, unbeknownst to her, her intense emotions slowly unlocked her latent and sleeping powers.

The main floor; no, the entire dungeon resonated with it, appearing as if it was bathing in joy.

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91st floor… Irene and the others observed the entire battle from the distance. Just as they were asked to, they did not interfere with the battle and only observed from a distance.

"Waahh~ As expected of master, there was no reason for us to interfere in the first place"

Bea spoke, her eyes sparkling as she held the dashing figure fighting in the distance in her eyes.

"Heh, the seven kings aren't anything in front of Master" Her faith in Simon was almost blinding.

"Stay sharp, the battle is far from over. There are also the clans they brought with them. I think you have figured it out by now, but we can't kill them all. He is definitely thinking about expanding his powers by subduing both the three kings and their clans"

Irene quickly saw through Simon's plan and relayed it to everyone.

Melinda glanced at the battle below, as someone who was a former seven kings, she understood the strength of the king clans.

Although the orcs were able to hold their own pretty well, there was still a vast difference between both the armies. Not to mention they also have quite a few level 600+ beings.

How long would they be able to hold on for? While they discussed all that, the battle took a new turn.

CRACK.. sounds of bones being crushed echoed out along with a miserable scream. Two bodies collided together, the scene was extremely brutal and prickling.

Yverza grit his teeth as he was forced back by the blow. His arms trembling from the pain he just received. His endogenous armour was strong and average blunt attacks like that wouldn't even be able to bypass his armour.

However, the club in the demon's hand was no ordinary club but one of the seven kings. Their tough bones and bodies make them an incredible weapon on their own.

"Dammit demon, you dare toy with me!!"

Enraged he was about to charge in blindly once again but was stopped by Gil-Garna who somehow managed to dodge an array of swords.

"You are afflicted by the demonic skills of that demon. If you are too careless, he might fall for his tricks".

Yverza was absentminded for a while before realising that his body indeed felt a little weird. His muscles were more tense than usual and he was subconsciously using more energy than required.

Could it be? Gil-Garna was right, he really was inflicted by some demonic skills of that demon. It was strange for him to feel that much pain even though the majority of the damage from that brunt was absorbed by his armour.

While Yverza was lightly hurt by the previous attack, the same couldn't be said for Shasurna who was being used as a club. His body had multiple fractures and thanks to the inflicting skills he was suffering from a haemorrhage.

However, thanks to that intense pain Shasurna was able to come to his senses.

"You will pay for this… I will tear your body apart"

Shouting so, Shasurna released a vast amount of mana which rapidly turned cold by the second. Frost vapour covered his body and spread up to the demon's hand weakening his grip.

Using that chance he attacked with his tail that packed enough power to easily squash a level 600 being.

However, the demon dodged his attack with [Black Flash] and started interweaving some signs.

"Let's see how those skills work" saying something, he pointed his finger towards him. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At that moment, Shasurna felt his body suddenly go cold. Usually, he wouldn't be fazed by this level of cold energy as he was used to using ice techniques himself. However, this cold energy that seeped into his body was different from the cold energy he usually conjured from his harpoon.

Rather than being purely cold, it had a malevolent feeling to it.

"UGH!!" Just as he was coping up with the cold energy wracking havoc in his body, it disappeared replaced by a searing hot energy.

When the searing hot energy disappeared, the malevolent cold energy returned back. The cycle repeated until Shasurna was bent holding his stomach and lurching in pain.

The king of the Snakemen had completely let down his guard, Simon decided to press forward when he saw the other two kings seemingly conspiring something.

"[Sweltering Downfall]" Gil-Garna hurriedly conjured an advanced magic.

The heat around the entire floor sweltered to an astonishing degree. The False Sky distorted turning crimson in the blink of an eye.

The heat formed a solid mass in the air which swirled like a whirlpool and before anyone could think further as to what it was or came from, the mass of flames started dropping down like falling rain.