Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 415

It was his conceit and overconfidence that led to him challenging Simon in a state where he was not even half of his peak state. The result was this complete bashing from the demon viscount he thought was weaker than him.

After only a few seconds, he was reduced to a pitiful state and looked quite wretched. Nonetheless, If it was just that, Morgress wouldn’t have such an ugly face, the thing that was eating him up alive was the cracks that had appeared on his mana armour after every successive attacks from his opponent.

The skill that he was most proud of and was his magnum opus was being broken in front of his own eyes by the demon. The despair that he felt at this moment was on a whole different level.

CLANG…CLANG…BOOM… sword slashes and magic like a rain poured onto him disintegrating his [Mana Armour] slowly as if it was made from cheap material.

SHATTER… finally, that dense mana surrounding Morgress body like an armour gave up and completely shattered in front him.

PFFFTTT… Morgress laid motionless onto the ground and looked at his dissipating [Mana Armour] in a daze, his eyes were dim and he seemed dead internally.

“Guild Master…” at this moment, a voice rang out and a couple of figures could be seen rushing here from the distance. Lombus, Thiago, Sable all of the seven swords assembled near Morgress at this moment.

Hearing their voice, Morgress turned towards them only to be baffled by the sight of the huge mountain in front of him. Their duel started at the top of the mountain and later encompassed the whole floor.

To his surprise he was being dominated so badly that he did not realise up until this point that the demon was just toying around with him.

“That can’t be… I can’t lose, I will not lose!! You all help me kill this demon” Morgress bellowed out in anger. At this moment he did not care about the rules of the duel, or the disdainful look of his opponent and the other humans looking at him from the distance.

Right now, he had to kill this demon, this being that was cannot be measured by common sense or else he would be able to quell the anger that was trying to burn him from within. Never in his life was he so pathetically stomped upon nor was he looked down like that, on the contrary, he was always on the other side and not on the receiving side.

His mind was in chaos with fear, confusion, disbelief and all the emotions running rampant that he couldn’t think straight anymore. All he wanted right now to erase this demon who was like an eyesore in front of him even if it meant breaking the rules of the duel and throwing away his face.

The seven swords as stunned as they were, nodded their heads and took out their weapons to engage Simon. If it was before in the kingdom of Ellesmere, this strategy might have worked leaving Simon no choice but to run pathetically for his life.

However, this place was not the kingdom, this was his dungeon, his home and he was not alone here.

WHOOSH.. WHOOSH… multiple figures breaking the sound of speed, appeared around him. Irene, the Bloodthornn demonic warhorse and the Valkyries, stood beside him. If Morgress thought that he could win by outnumbering Simon, he was sorely mistaken.

“Master, there is no need for you to waste your precious time on them any longer. Allow us to dispose them on your behalf” Annette said fuming with cold fury.

“Right, to dare to lay their dirty hands on master, I want to tear their whole body apart at a time and torment them until they beg for death” Bea said with a violent furious face.

Nevertheless, Simon shook his head and rejected their help. Even when facing the almost full line up of the seven swords, Simon was still as fearless as ever.

“Are you going to use that?” As if reading his mind, Irene asked. She only backed down when he gave her a nod.

Although the others wanted to know what the two were talking about, they chose to stay silent and believe in their master.

“That bastard is still looking down on me. You all forget about conserving your mana, go all out with me and kill that demon first” Morgress grit his teeth so hard that he might have even shattered a few.

Whatever reserves of potions he had, he used it all on healing his wounds and recovering some of his mana at this moment.

“Don’t worry guild master, that demon is all over his head right now to challenge all of us without his subordinates. His pride shall be his downfall… hmph” Lombus said brandishing his hammer.

The other seven swords got into their formation, their eyes were completely serious and were no longer looking down on the demon.

“Attack now” with Morgress’ yell as the mark, all of them simultaneously dished out their attacks or conjured their magic with the demon as the target.

[Great Thunder Fang], [Hundred Brutal Hammer Mastery- Hundred Brutal Beating], [Leaping Beast Slash], [Sharpshooter Bow Mastery- Dead Notch Arrow], [Amalgamation Magic, Flame-Gale Mastery- Flames of Hell], [Tremor Magic Mastery- Boulder Collapse].

Crimson Thunder, hundreds of hammer shadows, sword slashes in the shapes of a beast, invisible arrows, fiery flames fanned to the extreme by gales and huge boulders bigger than a man, all flew towards the demon.

One could imagine the kind of pressure all of these elite techniques, magic and skills dished out by the people whose average level was above 450 was. The land and air around the entire mountain trembled, the space distorted wherever the attacks went and a dreadful heaviness that bore on everyone descended onto the place.

BANG… far in the distance, a huge draconic tail slammed into the air causing a person who was blended with the environment, to come out of that space and crash into the ground.

COUGH… COUGH… Boris coughed a few times and picked his battered body up. He turned around, looked at the Draconic Lightning Serpent and said begrudgingly.

“Don’t get in my way beast, I have no grudge with you. I must kill that demon who killed my little brother with my own hands and solve this hatred”.

[Shadow Slash], a blade shadow that boomerangs back towards the target when their guard is down the most. An exclusive skill of the [Night Shadow Assassin] class and a Rare Ancient skill.

Nevertheless, in front of the powerful Lightning draconic Serpent and its draconic scales, the attack managed to deal only a negligible amount of damage. The latter did not even bother to dodge the attack and took it head on demonstrating the level of confidence it had on its body.

“Is that all you can do? Hmph, with that level of strength you think you are my lord’s match. Let me tell you something, you are weaker than those Diluvian High Orcs that held the delusion of subjugating me when I was ruling the northern areas of the forest”.

However, now that I have grown stronger and surpassed my limits, you are nothing but a pebble on the roadside, insignificant and trivial. There is no way I will allow you to trouble my lord as I alone am enough to deal with tens of you”.

The Lightning Draconic Serpent declared proudly. It was not lying when it said that it had grown stronger since then, after it was subordinated by Simon and brought here on the thirty sixth floor where the density of mana was getting denser by the day due to the many mana trees planted all around the floor.

Thanks to the ample mystical energy it was able to feed on, it broke through the level 500 barrier and became a calamity class. Additionally, being subordinated by Simon meant that it was also under the effects of the pride fragment that allowed one to grow many times faster.

However, it was unaware about it and thought that it was some kind of blessing from his lord. Now that it has broken through its restraints, it was dozens of times more stronger than before.

Forget about Boris, if Berigard along with his diluvian high orc army were to be the one facing it right now, they would be obliterated in a few minutes of time. Let alone a single human assassin who was already tired from fighting all those monsters and golems.

Boris huffed and tried to regulate his breathing, he checked his space ring but realised that he was all out of potions. He spat in frustration and was just about blindly charge towards the serpent in his anger when suddenly his body stopped moving altogether.

His sharp senses that he had honed till now as an elite assassin, warned him of a terrifying amount of energy that was brewing in the distance. It was not only him, even the Lightning Draconic Serpent stopped its movements and turned around to look towards the direction of the huge mountain in astonishment.

That energy in the distance was so evil and negative that even from this distance, just a whiff from it was enough to overwhelm its very soul. The direction where this tremendous negative energy originated from, was where its lord was.

At some unknown point in time, there was a huge greyish object that looked like a gigantic finger at a glance, floating beside his lord. When the Lightning Draconic Serpent tried to observe the thing more carefully, it felt a burst of negative energy try to enter its body and crush its mind and soul.