Dungeon Maker

Chapter 37 # 3 It was magic soon.
The red eyes of the monster had magical powers.

Yongho slowly closed his eyes. The memory of Sukaja passed through the pupil of the soul, and the memories were confined under the eyelids.

Darkness dyed the world. But it was not long. New colors began to fill the dark world.
It was not only Scarborough's horsepower. Mamon's horsepower absorbed in the arena has been favorable. The memories from magic filled one empty space.

Yongho forgot about himself. The five senses gradually became dull, and in the end, only the sight and a slight hearing remained.

It was a black world.
The gray sky filled with dark clouds was like a disaster.

The bodies were scattered around the collapsed gate. All were severely damaged bodies. Husk and blood were so random that they could not distinguish one another.

Destruction was not limited to the gates. The clear winds that would have blown away from far away had a scent of body decay.

It was calm. There was a corpse all over the place, but it was a corpse.
They all fled. The smell of death was too dark. The things they bought did not dare approach.

The child's obvious arm lay in the middle of the road. There was blood and meat on the old teddy bear that I held to grip the fear. There was no way to tell whether it was a child or someone who died in the city.

The sky was ashy, and not all the world lost its color. Though it was a disastrous sight of destruction, the city contained many colors as if it remembers the glory of the past.

Blue roofs and white walls, red and blue curtains, close to gray. Even in this place where only death is filled, green grass is kept.

Yongho could see.
This city was not of the miracle. Somewhere elsewhere, like Yongho's own hometown, Takeo, this was the place to call it.

Someone looked at the teddy bear in the child 's hand. It was full of gloom in the blue eyes hidden under the blue hair.

She, the owner of the memory, Skazah, did not lift the bear doll. I looked at the center of the city, where the cause of all this death lay.

Gion Zion stood beside such a scarifier. It was not the exciting figure that I showed in the arena. He was angry. The wrath was so intense that the magic that emanated from Zion's fist had disturbed the surrounding atmosphere.

Elun did not curse such Gion. She covered her eyes with a red band, but she could see.
This land was not a battlefield. For survival, it was not a space where each other faced each other's enemies to survive.

The land where only the massacre was carried out. Feast of meaningless death.

Elune was silent. And it meant that she was extremely angry.

A knight in black hair dug in between the three. As a centaur, he struck a silver armor and held a round shield and a large bow in his arms.

He did not express his anger like three people. With cold eyes, I was after the center of the city. There was no expression on the face of the old man who added a little wrinkle.

Let's go.

I heard a voice behind my back. And the owner of the voice began to take precedence. As always, he guided his family through the back of the king.

Yongho could not read anything in the voice. It was a voice that seemed to sound different depending on the listener.
Some would feel angry in that voice, and some would feel calm.

As I approached the center of the city, the smell of death grew as I approached it. Even under the gray skies, all the things that did not lose their color seemed to be filled with darkness.

Finally, the source of death was revealed.

The mountain of the corpse that was built up in a strange way became the throne to the incarnation of death. The black monster sitting on it smiled a cheeky smile on his leg, which seemed to be a child.

It was a head reminiscent of a goat. The flesh, covered in flesh, was filled with muscles that would soon burst.

The black monster shook his head. He stood up from his seat, poking through the air with two giant, vicious horns.

It was huge. And it was powerful.

Yongho felt his breath stop. It was different from the oppression of Gion or Amon. It was also different from the magical powers like the blade that I felt at the auction house.

It was sticky and there was no enemy on it. Only pure flesh was full.

Gion Zion smiled wildly and grabbed his fist. Scuzha made a fierce look that she could hardly think of as her usual. Elun raised his hand on his attitude without speaking.

The black monster laughed even more. The incarnation of death, which the lunatic prince gave out to tens of thousands of believers, was also eager to death.

The monster grabbed a huge sickle. Since his awakening, his death has already exceeded hundreds of thousands. I did not even know it would hit a million. Having harvested numerous deaths, he could have been dead.

The black hairy centaur raised his hand. It was not for pulling the bow protest. He asked his colleagues to stop.

The bright brown eyes of the centaur did not shine black monsters. I was confronted only with the backward appearance of the king.

Yongho could not see his face. I had to see only the rear view as Scarzha did.

Momon raised his hand. And that alone changed the air around. The black monster's life seemed to push the whole world and it broke and scattered.

The flame of the red flag occurred. It came from the hands of Mamon and it ate the death. I swung once to burn the heaven and earth and evaporate the sea – I did not hide any of its great power.

The black monster roared. I rushed to death. It was a feeling of intimidation as if the Taishan collapsed.

But Mamon was not afraid. He waved Amon toward the incarnation of death coming from the front.

"Here is a peep."

I heard a voice. And the whole world instantly shone by the light. Again, the darkness swallowed up everything.

"Great!"

I woke up. The forgotten senses came back at the same time and caused confusion.

Yongho breathed a few times, just like a man who forgot to breathe. The earliest of the two eyes that had just recovered their function was the blue hair and beautiful watery eyes.

"Scuzha."

"Sorry, it was not a good dream, was it?"

Scarrer smiled gloomy. He stretched out his hand and handed over his hair. My fingertips were cold. But it was pleasant coolness.

That's…

"It is a memory of the day we first met with Vaporetto. He was dying all over the world of his birth. He was an incarnation of death born to destroy the world. "

The incarnation of death.
It was an accurate expression. And I understood why Scaja said that Baphomet was the worst among the 12 ministries.

"Momon's 12 workers … … "

"Yes, it is. We are not made up of beings of the mystery. Right now my friend Elune is from another world. Is not it the case that the magic is a mess? "

Yongho slowly nodded his head. Right now, Yongho himself was a descendant of the family, and Burgham, who was a descendant of this family, was among his servants.

"The king overthrew Vaporetto that day. But he did not send him back to death, the source. He made me a minister. "

Scuza laughed desperately. Though it was a thousand years ago, it seemed that I did not like the decision at that time.

Yongho closed his eyes again and poured a long breath. The death that Vaporetto spewed felt vivid.
But even Baphomet's death did not forget the overwhelming flame of red.

The true power of Amon of the martial arts played by the hands of Mamon. Yongho woke up again. I asked Sukaja without knowing it.

"Was your last voice yours?"

"The last voice?"

Scarcely, he seemed to have a headache.

Here is a peep.

I thought it was not a woman 's voice. Pleasantness was the voice of a young man.

What was that? Did Mamon say anything to me ?!

He shook his head. It was impossible. It was not a real past. It was nothing but a glimpse of Scuzha's memory.
Because of the extreme tension, Yongho might have heard him say it. Or maybe there was something wrong with Mamon's memories that sup- ported Scuzha's memory.

"young master?"

"No, it's nothing. I think I was mistaken. "

Scazarada touched the cheek of Yongho again. Friendly but cold hand made Yongho's head cool.

"We are … Gion Zion told me how many times I should kill him. He is such a dangerous man. Only the king can control him in this world. "

However, it had to be acknowledged by such a baporetto. Moreover, he was a second-floor worker, not an in-depth one.

I was sorry again in the eyes of Sukaja. Scarcely Jogon whispered in a gigantic voice.

"From birth, there is only one way to get the recognition of the wicked. I'll beat him with my strength. "

I did not even ask if it was possible. For the present Yongho, the Vaporetto was an overwhelming opponent.

But Scaza shook his head. Yongho's cheek was twisted slightly.

"Is it possible. I can cope enough. It may be difficult right now, but if it gets stronger, it will be able to do it. The Vaporetta is very weak now. "

Though she was speaking unto Simeon or Amon, she did not open her mouth for the day of the day when the mystery of Mammon's death and greed fell.

The weakening of Vaporet was surely related to a series of events that began with Mammon's death. However, Scaja also spoke again this time. Instead I talked about other things.

"The Vaporetta is obviously weak. But the fact that he is a monster does not change. It will be hard on my own. Do it with your subordinates. When you become a servant, they are already one body with you. Fighting with them is never a nuisance. "

It was an argument. It was understandable.
But Yongho felt a sense of discomfort. Because he perceived deep sadness from the voice of Scarajah, who was asking to fight with the subordinates.

Why? Why are you sad and sad when you say what you say?

Scarcely a sad smile disappeared. I tugged at the cheek of Yongho like a joke again.

"If you defeat him, you can go down three floors. It will be quite a trial for you, but I believe that you can do it. It is our master who is not anyone else. You and I, our self-admitted master. "

It was a cheerful fancy. Yongho did not hesitate to hold on to the feeling hidden in the delight. I pitched it with a sick face.

"So you brought him here too?"

"Is it our master too?"

Sukaja laughed at the curb and put his lips on Yongho's cheek. With a surprisingly soft touch, Yongho had lost strength to his legs, but fortunately he was in a blue liquid. I was not worried about being trapped on the floor.

'It's Gu Xion. Gion Zion! '

Yongho, screaming in his mind, remembers the face of Katarina when facing Seati. Kotarina's ears, which are hard to imagine, have stabilized the mind and body of Yongho.

Yongho, who was barely breathing, opened his mouth again.

"Scuzha, already dead … 12 How do I receive recognition from the ministry workers? "

Not all of Mamon's 12 laborers were alive.
Because it was a story that might stimulate the sorrow of Scuzha, Yongho was careful, and he felt favorable to the consideration of such a scout. I smiled strongly and gave an answer.

"If you go to their place, you'll know. There is a guy who left an arrangement, and a guy who left nothing. If there is an arrangement, according to him, if there is no arrangement … I eat it all day. "

Even though she thought of herself, she pushed out her tongue, which was a sneaky story. I stepped back a few steps and opened the distance to Yongho.

"Anyway, will it stop now? First from our escort. "

At the end of Sukaja, Yongho turned his head in a reflex. But I could not see Katarina. This is because the blue liquid covers both eyes of Yongho.

'When I took off my clothes, did I look back? Even if you are a subordinate, you can not do it. '

Scarcely the voice in my head rang. Yongho was silent, and Scuza laughed again.

Katarina did not say whether she had been asleep. Just like peeling, I could hear the sound of rubbing my skin over my skin to wear it with magic.

Finally, the vision of Yongho was released.

"I'll close my eyes."

I closed my eyes tightly like a scarf, and Yongho sensed a sense of liberation and coolness at the same time. Instead of the blue liquid, the fabric stimulated Yongho's skin, which floated in the air.

When all the dressing was over, Yoon rested on the floor with his feet again. Turning his head sideways, I saw a catarina that fell asleep on the watery bed made of blue liquid.

'The real one sleeps well. chalja

Yongho pressed his urge to pinch his cheek and sharpened his senses. I realized that the connection with Lucia, which had been cut off until I could see the memory of Scuzha, was reestablished.

[master.]
[The servant minister Eli Goth returned to work while his master was sleeping.]
[In addition, I have mastered all of the areas that the Master explored among the areas on the first floor of the Labyrinth of Greed.]
[The Garden of Life, the abode of the immortal witch Sukazha, was not completely dominated, but it seems possible to maintain the connection as it is now.]
[Did you do well?]
[You can praise your heart.]

It was Lucia who went to the last and went back to the usual.

Yongho wanted to say that he did well without fostering. But Scaraja opened his mouth one step ahead.

"Oh, very cute girl, huh? Do you think it will become a good man in the future? "

[Do you hear my voice now?]

Lucia was also quite surprised. I do not know if it is the heart room of the dungeon where the main body is located, but there is only one way to communicate with people other than Yongho from outside is to project the characters of light.

Scuza answered cheerfully.

"This room is my own room that the king of greed gave me. There is nothing I do not know in this room. Of course you can hear your voice too. "

[Wow – My name is Lucia. Your master built it yourself.]

"It's a pretty name. Our boss is feeling a little bit? I know you already know, but I do not like Scuza. "

I started a full-fledged conversation with Lucia, who was a little winked. Yongho thought about other things instead of engaging in such two people's conversation.

'I have to move the dungeon's heart room again.'

Having got the first floor of the labyrinth of greed, it was right to move the main facilities to the depths. At least the Dungeon's Heart Room and the Devil's Room had to be moved.

And also,

There was still the last schedule. Yongho took his breath away and stepped back a few steps away from both Sukaja and Katarina. I lifted my right naturally.

The voice of Scaraja was quiet. Lucia, who was excited, was also silent.

Yongho showed a small smile to both of them and closed his eyes. I remembered what Amon saw in the hands of Mammon, the king of greed, which I saw in the memory of Scarry.

The flame of the red flag turned on. It was in the shape of a sack window, which was soothed with burning the atmosphere, and settled in the hands of Yongho.

[My young lord.]

It seemed that Amon's voice was heard. Yongho still closed his eyes and invoked the power of evolution. I remember the power of Amon to burn the heaven and the earth and evaporate the sea!

Five horns were opened to the temple. Green sparks from greed became one with red spark.

The left hand also reacted. It received the blessing of Scaraja and it emanated from Brigadas.
Twelve seats symbolizing Mamon's 12 laborers.
One of them found the light again. Red and red It was the color of beautiful and glittering red.

Yongho woke up. Between the flames I looked again at Amon, which had a new shape.

It is a stem window. But at the same time flame. Mighty Mine who was a master of the past.

Mammon in memory could not have done yet. But Yongho smiled. Instead of the flames of Hwangryun, he grabbed Amon, which burned the intense green salt.

Amon replied.
The enormous presence made the garden of life shatter.

Chapter 37 – End of the Garden of Life, Chapter 38 – Skills.

Chapter 37 End of # 3