Dungeon Maker

Chapter 13 – Fighting Chapter 13 – The air was frozen along the trajectory of the fighting fist. Despite the considerable distance, Yongho felt a chill.

The eyes met.

The apparently rocky muscles, which had long been tempered by long training, did not have the impression of being intense despite the obvious aging, nor the white hair that seemed to spring up along the chill.

Only its eyes. The blue – eyed pupil, full of life, stole his gaze. A roar like a beast seemed to be continuing soon.

"Skull curl!"

The sound broke the stop time. Instead of looking back, Katarina dragged Yongho and rolled several times. Little by little, however, when the streets widened, Yongho and Katarina stood at almost the same time, clutching their weapons.

The skull attached to the door wielded the hammer for the forearm's back. It was quite fast and accurate, but it was my fault that I screamed for the attention of Poras.
The hammer broke the air.
In the midst of urgency, he moved calmly and moved to fight back. Yongho and Katarina struck the side of the armor as he dug into the arms of the skull at the moment of the accident.

The armor was cracked. Skull's whole body flew toward the wall as if it were hit by a car.

And the flame that covered the room disappeared. There was no time in the room to see how many of the orcs lived and how many of them could be put into battle right away.

Salamendael hastily tugged his tail in the midst of exhaustion and attacked the bridge of Foras. It was a low and quick attack, but for the time being, the Forras jumped lightly, avoiding the attack as if it were anticipating. Instead of attacking Salamendael, the land rushed to Yongho and Katarina.

Katarina hastily fired his hands. An arrow stuck on the shoulder of Poras, but it could not stop the dash itself. In the blink of an eye, the distance between Foras and Yongho narrowed, and Foras pulled his fist again.

I once again penetrated the air. A little cold chill in my fist swept around.

Yongho, who barely escaped attack by moving his body to the side, did not think to counterattack. Even now, with the attack still on the brink of ignorance, facing the eyes of Poras, staring straight at him. Suddenly, the flame generated by the enemy suddenly covered the dragon.

Facing the flames from the front, Poras reflexively bit his back. Looking at the chill happening in front of his eyes, Yongho also opened the streets with Foras instead of stabbing Amon.

And there was something to dig through between the cracks. In the overall number, the PORAS might be the dominant, but in the present room, the Yongho side was in numerical superiority.

The clay golem nearly threw himself out and hit the porch. The rock golems and goblins under the command of Eligos ran towards the entrance where the flames were lifted, and Katarina turned toward Yongho.
The skull fell on the floor and lifted his head.

"Big huh, huh!"

One of the orcs spewed the giggle and passed through the door. It was Orc Berserker Kocun, a Foras' escort knight.
Other orcs were standing up. When all of them entered the room, the battle was over.

"Skull curl!"

Skull once again shouted. It was an attempt to attract the attention of Orc Berserker Kokun, but it was not worth it. However, the rock golem that arrived at the time collided with Kokun in front.

It was a melee. I had to focus on the enemy in front of my eyes. Yongho, who made a distance more reflexively, grabbed Amon and looked. A stream of blue magic surrounded the clay golem. The clay golem, which ran like a tram, could not move further. A white frost covered the whole body, and at some point the body began to crumble!

Yongho did not think more. I collected the horsepower. The sound of fighting at the narrow gate of orcs including Kokun did not harm the concentration of Yongho.

I saw blue horsepower. Porth, who collapsed the inside of the clay golem by cooling his cold fist, rushed to Yongho again.

Yongho struck Amon. The gigantic flames of greed that came out of the window sprang toward Poras.
Foras did not escape such salt. I stretched out my two fists in front of me, concentrating the cold that I had created by the power, and I tried to open it as wide as possible to cover the rust.

It was impossible to completely separate. But as in the first row, it succeeded in creating a gap. With his arms, the porch of the rusty salt flap spread out like an emergency.

beast of prey. Animal
No more expressions emerged. Foras looked at Yongho with his eyes full of life and roared again, and Yongho roared with each other. The trent waiting for the time had reached the vine between the unexplored rust and the cold.

As soon as I wore the Foras' body, the vines of Trier were frozen. Some even broke up before it hit.

But it was enough to buy time. PORATH, who was about to strike the enemy immediately after penetrating the rust, was forced to delay the time, and Yongho and Catharina did not miss the gap.

"Big huh, huh!"

Orc-specific combat chants interfered with those two. Orc Berserker Kocun, who pushes the rock golem, tried to throw the ax he was carrying without hesitation to Yongho and Katarina.

"Skull curl!"

Skull threw himself to such a Kokun. Salamendael also squeezed his energy and searched the orcs again.

It was really a melee. Yongho defeated Amon, and Fauras fled to the outside of Yongho's arm, avoiding Amon. He swung his right arm wide and hit him.

This time it could not be avoided or prevented. The shock more than imagined struck the side of Yong Ho, and the blue horse made a power to erode Yong Ho's body. Catherine spewed out the old man and rushed to Foras.

The strength of the Catharina was a speed based on tremendous agility. The catarina, which was almost instantly lowered as if laying on the floor, would like to go back to the side of Poras.
But the number was shallow.
Foras could not keep up with Catherine's movements, but predicted how Katarina would attack. He gave his back to the dagger to be stuck like a thunderbolt in the back of his back, and he moved his body roughly in the dullness of the dagger. Instead of blowing off the lightly matched Katarina, he grabbed a part of his body with his left arm. I just turned my body and pushed my fist down.

Forras 'right fist struck Katarina' s abdomen. It was a strange blow even if we penetrated the slender body of Katarina.

Catharina, who could not even scream, got blood just as it was. The limbs did not move, and the crying out from the fist began to eat the body of Catharina.

"No Ohm!"

Ellogoth ran. But it was not the impasse, a straightforward, straightforward attack that was not simple. As if laughing like a ruffle, he avoided the attack by playing with his feet, and the side of Ellogoth, whose posture collapsed.

It was cold again this time. Ellogoth fell down with vomiting.

And the fire started. The green spark again covered Poras, Katarina and Eligos.

Foras rushed quickly. The rust salt did not invade the Poras. But Yongho did not care. It was the flame that opened to cover the eyes, not the attack in the beginning.

I only allowed a blow, but my body did not move properly. In the first place, skill difference was great. It was different from the ones that have been dealt with so far.

Yongho rushed into the green salt. I reached out to Amos, who held the brief for Puras's back.

This time, only through the air. Yongho saw the eyes of Foras in the stain. Just after he had a cold, Sunforas avoided Yongho 's blow just by biting his body. Naturally, narrowed down the street, Yong Ho pulled his right fist to strike.

A moment of urgency.
Katarina's desperate hand-knuckle arrow was stuck in her legs. Like the first, a poisoned arrow blocked the Forras.
Yongho did not see it. At the moment when the window missed the first time, the stretched out left hand stretched toward the neck of Poras.

I did not get it right. It was not an attack to pierce or peck. But that was enough.

Kaiwan's ring emanated from magic. The power of distortion twisted the space to form an intangible shield. It was not an exaggeration to say that even if it came to the starting point, it struck Poras' throat!

Thorn was one of the difficulties that it was impossible to train. The posture of Foras collapsed on an unexpected blow. Yongho did not miss that moment. Amon stabbed him in the side of Poras. I sparked fire through the tip of the spear.

"Catch!"

Foras resisted. The horsepower was crowded around Amon. Yongho did not raise his horsepower against him. I shoved my left hand into the mouth of Poras, screaming. Once again triggered the power of distortion!

A terrible sound was heard. Yongho's left hand was thrown out, and red blood covered Yongho's face. Foras and Yongho fell on the floor together.

It's not over yet. In the midst of chin shattering and tearing his mouth, Poras did not stop resistance. Yongho concentrated all his nerves on Amon. As he struggled, he twisted Amon and poured out all the remaining power. The rust salt finally picked up a chill and began to swallow.

Foras grabbed Yong Ho's neck. But Giorgio, too, could not break. Yongho stared straight at his eyes. He commanded the souls of the dungeons to concentrate all of his remaining power on the dungeon. Instead of the big and colorful flames, the small, cohesive force burned the magic power of the Foras.

"Yes!"

Orc Berserker Kokun shouted. I caught the Kokun in the midst of collapsing a skull whose pelvis had been hit by a huge ax. Salamendor burned the fire again, and Goblin Yong pierced Kokun's neck, which was sold to Foras and Skull. The other oak swiftly swung the knife to cut the upper body of Yon. The blood sprang up.

Mystery.
It's not over yet. So Yongho put his left hand on the breast of Poras. I accepted the chill of climbing with my left hand as if it was the last curse. I swallowed the essence of cold and cold Poras as a flame of greed.

Absorption of water.
The resulting change.

The pangs surpassing the pleasure spurted Yongho's body and soul.
It was different from now. It was a totally different situation than absorbing the opponent's horsepower, which is weaker or similar than Dragonball.

Kazaa Poras.
The devil of the cold.
Even though the forces are not strong, the master of the dungeon has kept the family for seventy years.

I absorbed the essence of the stronger.
Greed did not abandon the cold, and the power of evolution caused more effective change.
I ate the Foras' horsepower.

Magic is the essence of the Asmodian itself.

Yong Ho lifted his head. I felt the flow of enormous horsepower through the third horn of my forehead.

The fight is not over yet.
But there is not much left.

Amon Mang Chang of the Red Flag.
From that end, a spark of green rose up.

Chapter 13 – End of the Fight