Dungeon Maker
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Chapter 256: Clash between King of Violence and King of Pride (1)

Yuria was depressed for the past several days.

She was very happy when Sister Scathach made a pinky promise that she would sleep with her at night, but something wrong happened after that.

Everyone was serious. Master Yong-ho was also serious, so was Sister Kaiwan.

Even Sister Catalina, who looked so cute when she flapped her tail like Baduk, was also serious.

Old butler Eligos, who was always nice and kind to her, didn’t say anything with his lips tightened, so she didn’t dare to ask him what happened.

The situation did not improve even after Yong-ho brought a woman with wings and a very pretty sister to the house. She thought everything would be okay until tonight, but the situation was still the same. Scathach was busy taking care of the winged sister and the very pretty sister all night long. In Yuria’s eyes, it seemed that Scathach completely forgot her promise to sleep together.

Yuria was upset, but there was nothing she could do because something really important happened.

Yuria squatted down in the yard of Scathach’s mansion and looked up at the artificial sun.

Her back hurt because she dug up potatoes with Skull all day long. The dragon soldiers also complained that their back hurt all the time, but she didn’t know the reason. Nonetheless, she was happy when she thought she could make delicious french fries with the potatoes.

Two nights had passed since the winged sister and the very pretty sister came here. Master Yong-ho and some others hurriedly went downstairs in droves but didn’t come up. It looked like they went out of the dungeon.

What happened? Did something bad happen?

“Whining, whining...”

When the baby dungeon meerkat called her, Yuria stopped looking up at the sky and turned her head to the baby meerkat. The meerkat, who was sitting almost like Yuria did, handed out the chicken voucher to her with both hands. It was crumpled all over because she carried it in her arms, which was as large as her body. Upon closer look, it was a voucher for the master’s “fried chicken” that was very valuable even inside the dungeon of the Mammon family.

“Are you giving it to me?”

“Whining, whining.”

The meerkat quickly nodded. It seemed like she wanted to cheer Yuria up with the voucher.

Watching them, Baduk swallowed, even though the voucher belonged to Yuria.

Yuria giggled then hugged the meerkat. She pressed down the voucher before opening and lifting it high.

“I hope our master can come quickly, as well as our sisters. Isn’t it better for us to enjoy the fried chicken together?”

“Wal! Wal!”

“Whining, whining.”

Baduk answered ahead of the meerkat.

Right at that moment, there was a big noise inside the mansion.

Yuria suddenly got up and looked inside the mansion through the window. The baby meerkat climbed and stood upright and found out what happened inside the mansion with her unique ability to observe something.

The winged sister got up from the bed and shouted something. Grandma Yustia, dressed in a black dress, who the meerkat was not familiar with, was also looking at the same place like the winged sister.

Yuria and the dungeon meerkat rolled their eyes at the same time. They saw a very pretty old sister sleeping quietly in the blue water in the middle of the mansion.

The blue water was split automatically. The winged sister, Samael, raised her voice again.

“Sitri!”

Sitri responded to her call and woke up from a deep sleep.

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Typically, dragons were rarely conscious of the concept “we.”

As the descendants of the Dragon King, they could exist alone, so they were often indifferent to their own race as well as to the world. In that respect, each of them could be called a lazy individualist.

The dragon army under the King of Violence was a quite mysterious group from a dragon’s point of view. It was strange that they formed the army, but it was even more strange that its members were from different clans.

The dragon army was led by the giant dragon Ancablosa, called the “farthest watcher.”

As a blue dragon, she was positioned with her forces along the eastern border at the order of the King of Violence. Her primary duty was to keep the King of Gluttony in check.

Ancablosa sensed the movement of the King of Gluttony’s forces during the night. However, she did not move recklessly because her duty was to keep them at bay rather than striking them first.

It had been a while since the forces of the King of Gluttony moved. By now, they must have already confronted the forces of the Queen of Fury.

Ancablosa finally spread her wings and stood up. But she didn’t head north where the fight was going on. Rather, she looked to the west, where there was no fighting whatsoever.

She received no order from the King of Violence. She didn’t receive any new message from him, either.

However, she looked west for a while. Feeling ominous enough, she activated the communication magic. There was no response. No, it didn’t work at all. As if there was something interfering with the communication, the magic that was transmitting to the west broke down suddenly.

She did not delay any more. After ordering the flying monsters to stand by, who consisted of the majority of the dragon army, she soared into the sky, accompanied by her close aides.

Something unusual happened. Otherwise, there was no reason for the communication to fail like this.

She hastily flapped her wings, hoping her gloomy foreboding would not be true.

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The distribution channels of the Dungeon Market were connected everywhere in the demon world. Compared to other areas, however, there was only a small number of distribution channels in the territory of the King of Violence in the west of the demon world.

Dragons were less dependent on the Dungeon Market than other masters of the demon world. They liked to command several races living in their territory rather than buying them from the Dungeon Market.

Since the number of their distribution channels was small, they had fewer options.

Abrasax chose the distribution channel closest to the King of Violence’s hideout place called Rare.

The moment the King of Gluttony’s army attacked the forces of the Queen of Fury, the door of space at the end of the distribution channel opened. It was the door of space that Abrasax had prepared to use just one time for the attack today.

A lump of blue mana spread out through the gap of the split air. Led by Abrasax, quite a number of his men arrived in the land of the King of Violence.

The time during which the door of space was open was very short. At best, it was only a minute or two. Moreover, the door of space was more than a few kilometers away from the King of Violence’s Rare.

However, the moment the door of space was closed, Abrasax realized that he was spotted. He was caught opening the door of space in the territory of the King of Violence.

Abrasax hastily opened his arms. Without any delay, he freely released an enormous mana from the seven horns on his head.

During the surprise attack this time, Abrasax had only one mission. Namely, he was supposed to scatter mana in the air to isolate the King of Violence by interfering with all kinds of communication magic and space moving magic.

When the tremendous mana was released, the forest filled with trees shook violently.

Abrasax clenched his teeth, but his mana didn’t pay off. The forest didn’t shake because of Abrasax’s mana. Some other movements were taking place throughout the forest.

Not content with erecting his six horns, Bifronz turned into a giant spider—his original body.

He rolled his eight eyes to grasp the surroundings and sensed the vibrations of the ground with his eight feet.

Dragons with huge bodies rarely created underground dungeons like demon kings. They built their dwellings in open basins or high mountains where they could fly at any time.

Therefore, the dragon’s dungeons were not limited to the Rare like the King of Violence. The entire estates around it could be called their own dwellings.

However, the size of their dwellings was usually hundreds of meters in diameter around the Rare. Even the dwellings of the Ancient Dragons who lived for a long time didn’t exceed one kilometer in diameter.

But the King of Violence’s dwelling was an exception. Bifronz shuddered with fear. If he had been in the form of a humanoid, not a spider, obviously, cold sweat would have broken out on his back.

They were already inside the Rare of the King of Violence. The entire forest was the dungeon of the King of Violence!

Even the five directors of the Dungeon Market were not aware of this fact, something so embarrassing to them.

The reason why the entire forest shook violently was because the subordinate spirits of the King of Violence started to move their operation. As soon as the door of the dungeon was opened, numerous spirits with powerful mana poured out in succession. It was natural that they responded to the opponent’s hostile attack.

There were many clans who were living under the protection of the King of Violence.

Bifronz sensed through the vibration of the ground that thousands of spirits were moving toward him. His eight eyes spotted flying monsters rushing toward him from all directions.

While Abrasax’s duty was to obstruct the movement of the King of Violence’s forces interfering, Bifronz’s mission was to command his troops. Although the enemies were larger than he expected and their response was quick, Abrasax and Bifronz came into the King of Violence’s territory with a “war” with him in mind from the beginning.

Most of the spirits who accompanied the two were magic summoners. Prodded by the two, they hurriedly completed the formations of their summoning targets. When the thirty-six summoners recited the spell at once, a pile of bright light was formed in the red sky, and a new light spread from the pile of light in no time. In the blink of an eye, several giant formations of spirits in the shape of light were drawn in the air.