Dungeon Maker - Chapter 242 Blitzkrieg 3

Abrasax also shuddered. He recalled when he stood before the King of Pride. It was the same. In some way, he shuddered more this time. Sitri's mana was as strong as his or rather weaker than his. Nonetheless, with the power of Sloth alone, she blocked his mana several times as big as his. The power of the invisible wall of corrosion that weakened and eliminated everything was terrifying.

Orobas couldn't dare charge at her. The reason Sitri pushed him out in the first encounter was because she wanted to get hold of Samael. If she had used the invisible wall of corrosion at that time to bring out the power of Sloth, he might have received a fatal blow. He could not even think of that scenario at this point.

However, Orobas was not stricken with fear just like Bifronz and Abrasax. His sense of combat captured something new. He noticed Sitri's arm holding the mana of Sloth was trembling.

Blood came out of her lips.

"Attack her now!"

Orobas struck the air and gave off some mana. But Sitri immediately triggered the Godly Energy of Sloth to eliminate his mana. But she could not bear it anymore and spat out blood.

Her chest and head were stained with blood. The blood flowing along her cleavage prompted Abrasax and Bfironz to attack her again.

"Kill her!"

Abrasax poured out his mana once again. It was foolish to use mana to strike down the invisible wall of corrosion that weakened mana itself. Rather, it was more efficient to attack it with pure mana.

Bifronz moved his eight hands at the same time. Then he triggered the magic circles again. He then transmitted them to Abrasax instead of pouring out the flow of mana on Sitri.

'Let me finish the fight now.'

Bifronz decided that he should not miss the Queen of Sloth, for she was simply too powerful.

The queen who had her own Godly Energy had far superior power than he expected.

The invisible wall of corrosion and the combined mana of the three directors clashed once again. Their mana was weakened and scattered again, but it was not quite the same as before.

The boundaries of the invisible wall of corrosion were pushed back gradually.

Sitri, who was holding the Godly Energy with trembling hands, vomited blood again.

"A little more!"

Blood came out from Abrasax's eyes and nose, too. It was the first time he ever dealt with this kind of enormous mana, who had six horns since his birth.

Sitri now staggered. Blood came out again from her mouth. The boundary of the invisible wall of the corrosion was now reduced to less than half of it.

Samael raised her head. Dubbed "the fastest wing," she spread her remaining wing and hugged Sitri with trembling hands.

"No. No!" Orobas shouted instinctively.

Sitri squeezed out her remaining power, and Samael released her own power.

Bang!

A huge mana struck the ground. It not only destroyed the headquarters of the Dungeon Market but also rammed deep into the ground. The surrounding area was shaken as if there was an earthquake.

Abrasax collapsed. As someone who operated mana directly, he knew that at the last minute, Sitri and Samael disappeared. Although he could not know what made them disappear at once, he clearly knew it was Samael's power.

Orobas hurriedly expanded his senses to check his surroundings, but it was useless. He could detect everything within a radius of 500 meters, but Sitri and Samael were not within that range.

Bifronz gasped for breath. Thanks to an old friend of his who always gave advice, he could come to his senses quickly.

He lost the Queen of Sloth. It was obvious that Samael would not join hands with them.

If that was the case, now was not the time for him to worry and fear. He had to do the next as soon as possible.

"Samael is now our enemy. Orobas, give orders to your men. You must destroy Samael's dungeon."

Out of the five directors of the Dungeon Market, Sitri was the most secretive one. Aside from the fact that she was the Queen of Sloth, the location of her dungeon was not even known.

On the other hand, everybody knew Samael's dungeon because the special auction house of the Dungeon Market was her own dungeon.

The five directors of the Dungeon Market were basically demon kings with their own dungeons. Samael, the master of her dungeon, had several subordinate spirits. If they destroyed the heart of her dungeon to annihilate her subordinate spirits, they could inflict great damage on Samael where she was.

The employees of the Dungeon Market headquarters appeared in various places. They didn't know what happened to the Dungeon Market today. They were in a chaotic situation, not knowing about the sudden tragedy that engulfed the market today.

Bifronz caught his breath again. As his old friend commented, Bifronz's "intellect" was uniquely strong in analysis. He mentioned the most important thing in the current situation.

"Sitri and Samael are seriously injured. So, we still have time. Even though it's hard to overpower Sitri, we must take away everything from Samael."

Sitri was the most veiled out of the five directors. Apart from the fact that she was the Queen of Sloth, the location of her dungeon was not even known.

On the other hand, everybody knew the location of Samael's dungeon. The Dungeon Market's special auction house was her dungeon.

The Dungeon Market was like a beast with five heads. They had to wrap up the current turmoil by expelling Samael as an enemy. They had to stop Samael's forces from joining their hostile forces.

"Our king will reproach us in that case," Abrasax muttered.

Looking at the results alone, their mission had failed. The three directors were supposed to go under the King of Pride, but they didn't appease Sitri and Samael, nor did they get rid of the two. This was the worst situation they could think of.

"So, we have to hurry. We must get rid of Samael's power. Even if it's impossible to take over the whole power of the Dungeon Market, we must hand over almost all of it to the King of Pride."

Abrasax stood up, slowly nodding. Orobas kept swallowing, looking at the spot where Sitri was standing.

"The Queen of Sloth…"

She was an enemy he had to confront again. And when he clashed with her again, he had to fight in a different way.

The three directors did not delay any more. Orobas threw himself to join the forces attacking Samael's dungeon, and Abrasax opened the door to the eastern region which would have been turned from the territory of the King of Gluttony to that of the King of Pride by now.

The second mission of the powerful masters who hoisted the flags was to declare war on the Queen of Fury.

Bifronz, who was left alone, turned toward the north.

"Today," which might be the watershed of demonic history, was not over yet.

***

Betrayal had always been fatal throughout all ages and countries.

The traitor was an insider, not an outsider. No matter how large and solid a giant castle was built to defend against outside enemies, they could not avoid the traitor among them from stabbing them from behind.

The Dungeon Market's special auction house, befitting Samael's dungeon, one of the five directors, boasted of a strong defense that made it meaningless to compare it to the dungeons of ordinary masters. But, as expected, it helplessly collapsed at the traitors' attack.

When Orobas arrived, more than half of the dungeon was already destroyed. Almost half of Samael's subordinate spirits were killed by Orobas and Bifronz's subordinates.

Standing in front of the boundary line separating the deep floor of her dungeon and the special auction house, Orobas frowned. Samael's right-hand man and the butler of the special auction house, Incubus Lord Karot, was standing before him, with his body covered with blood.

"Excellent. Quite impressive." Orobas commented briefly.

He said that from the bottom of his heart. About twenty Crimson Ogres belonging to Oroba's assault squad were scattered around him, torn apart in a terrible shape. Moreover, at least five kinds of monsters were also sacrificed with the strong scent of their blood mixed with that of the ogres.

Perhaps, Karot must have resisted their attack alone so that Samael's subordinate spirits could gain time to escape or strengthen their barriers.

Karot glared at Orobas without any response. As if to collect whatever strength he had, he gasped for breath.

He didn't ask why Orobas betrayed Samael or where she was now. That kind of question was just meaningless in the current situation.

Orobas smoothed out the wrinkles of his eyebrows, looking at Karot. He even smiled.

He liked the man a lot for a long time. He wished Samael had not turned into his enemy.

He didn't show any signs of attacking. Flying nearly a dozen meters in the blink of an eye, he struck Karot with his fist. Karot could not avoid it. Karot activated the magnetic field immediately, but it was smashed as soon as it was created.

Karot's left shoulder disappeared. There was no trace of it left at the tremendous impact of his attack.

As in the case of Samael, Karot didn't avoid it. Orobas targeted his shoulder on purpose.

Karot couldn't even scream because Orobas's fist, which blew away his shoulder, punched his neck and mouth. Orobas grabbed him then threw him roughly to the ground. He was thrust into the ground with a force that could break it.

Karot, whose bones were smashed to pieces, wriggled like an insect. Orobas stepped on his right arm with his feet. Then he tightened his feet to crush Karot's fingers and shoulders. This time, a terrible scream broke in his mouth. Then, he stopped screaming since he could hardly breathe now.

Trampling down his arms, Orobas looked down at Karot. He had no intention of killing Karot right now. It wasn't because he felt Karot was too valuable to be killed. He still had to collect some more information from Karot, such as the location of a hiding place outside the dungeon where Samael could hide or specific information about her power.

Of course, it didn't mean Orobas had time to torture him slowly. Moreover, he had to deal a blow to Samael by killing Karot, so he intended to keep Karot alive at least until the necromancer who would extract information from his soul arrived.

"You won't die just because of these wounds, right?"

Orobas spoke to him in a friendly manner, but Karot desperately tried to cast a spell.

But Orobas destroyed his half-finished magic by smashing his left foot.

"I can't help but admit it."

Again, it wasn't about Karot. Orobas did not deny the pleasure arising deep inside him. He felt like his frustration with his humiliating fight against the Queen of Sloth and Samael disappeared a bit.

The three directors went under the King of Pride for different reasons, of course.