Dungeon Maker

Chapter 28 – Opening Chapter 28 – Opening Mamon 's arena boasted over a thousand years of history.
There were many temples that had challenged the arenas for so many years, and Gion saw all their challenges.

"Yeah, usually the bottom floor is easy to break through … … "

Gion Zion was clouded. I rolled my tongue and rolled my tongue in my mouth.

In fact, it was rather rare to break through with suffering from the first floor like Kaizan.
It took quite a long time for Mammon to fall completely.
Since the age of greed was so rigid, it was called 'collapse', and it was only in the time of Keiwan's or former Chosun Dynasty that it could be said to have actually collapsed.

If only the objective indicators were to be considered, then the ancient Caesars of Mammon were the masters of the family who had power.

A powerful family in the majesty meant a family with strong dungeons and houses.

So, if you remove Kaiwan, who has no brains, you should go to at least 5th or 7th floor to get the right kind of frustration.

'But even if you consider it.'

At the end of Giuseppe's gaze, Yongho, who was the only one in the stadium, was placed. Closing his eyes, he was absorbing the power of Mammon, the king of greed.

Yongho defeated the floor master of the second floor at once. It was a much cleaner and more sophisticated victory than when I fought against Steel Cow, the floor master on the first floor, whether I had fought once before.

'Of course it's cheating itself to deal with Amon, but … … . '

There was a lot of Caesar who saw so-called 'equipment virtue'. Amon, who degenerated herself in accordance with her forgiveness, was not a special case.

'I like the feeling. Boulder counting. '

The battle sense was good. I used the opposite power of flame and chill, and I did not close my eyes or shrink in front of the rushing attack.

Gion finally smiled warmly. For the first time since Mamon, Yongho, who was born to possess the power of greed, bore Gion.

On the other hand, Yoon – ho took a slow breath while the flat society of Gusion was spreading. Accepting the absorbed horsepower, it was similar to Giuseppe, but with different thoughts.

'I was lucky.'

The floor master on the second floor was a flame gin.
I had already fought with a guy who had already come out of the warp, so Yongho was able to defeat the flame of the fire easily with the same technique.

Of course, he was much stronger than the guy who came out of the twist. However, Yongho was much stronger than then.

'Do not follow the strategy.'

Kaiwan was a very meticulous personality. Her diary contained information and strategies for all floor masters from the first floor. It was not for herself. It was a game for a younger brother who would someday recover from illness and challenge the arena.

Unfortunately, it did not go as planned. Although the floor master of the first floor was different from the one expected immediately, the floor master of the second floor was also different from the kaisan strategy. It seemed to be a form in which laborers of similar level were randomly placed according to the challenger.

Anyway, it was a disappointment. Yongho, who comfortably absorbed Mammon's horsepower, looked around Gushon. Guson, who was laughing badly, woke up from his seat and narrowed the distance to Yongho at once. In front of Yongho 's eyes, three boxes of light were formed.

"Now, choose … … "
"I will do this."

Just as on the first floor, Gucheon was the one who picked the box before he could finish it.
Gion Zion rumbled again.

"Hey, it's Caesar. Why do you think there are multiple boxes? "
I didn't No interest. "

According to Kaizan's journal, the rewards in the box were never fair. When Kaitwando was fortunate he had good equipment in succession, but when he was in a bad luck he would get a small amount of gold or get a piece of junk that was useless to any pair.

But Yongho had nothing like that. Greed always made the best choice.

"There is a great attraction of drawing."

Gucheon, who does not like it, was rude, and Yongho was calm and calm.
I smiled with a smile and touched the box of light, and grabbed the goods from within.

GLOVES
"It's a horse. Growth type. That's a real big hit for the second floor. It was really exciting if you came out with a simple drawing – "" Is it like an armor? "

Yongho naturally cut off the horse of Gion. Gion Zion explained the impression.

"Put it in your hand. Because he is an armor and weapon. At the end, I'll show you a similar one. "

Gion Zion took off his white suit coat and handed it over to the man of the beast mask. Yongho put his silver glove on his left hand.

"When horsepower is injected, the horse responds. The final shape is different for each venue, but … I feel this way roughly. "

Givenchy suddenly emits magic. It was not a release to suppress Yongho as before. The well-caught horsepower stayed in the two fists of Gion.
The black metal was covered with both arms of Zion, as well as shoulders. It was definitely made of metal, but it was different from regular armor. It was a feeling of steel muscles. Gwen Sion said, gently grasping both hands nearly two times larger.

"Growing place. It is a thing made by 'Horus of a thousand type' which is one of Mamon's workmanship. Just like the relationship between Caesar and subordinate workmanship, whenever a master grows, he also grows together. "

It seemed to know why it was a weapon and an armor at the same time. Yongho also injected horsepower into the glove on his left hand.

Silver metal plates were padded on gloves like thin chains. It was still a little longer than the wrist, but both the fingers and the hands were covered with metal, giving it a much stronger and more combat feel.

'It's light.'

I did not feel much weight. The sensation was as sharp as the skin extension.

Giuson said, looking at Yongho with a sincere eye, looking gladly at Yongho.

"This time I broke through the second floor almost without waste. How is it? Will you challenge the third floor? The penalty on the third floor is … You look back on your most embarrassing memory. It's not an exaggeration to say that there is almost no penalty at all. "

Yongho remembers Mamon, who enjoys watching his descendants facing the most shameful memories for a while. I do not know what kind of thought I made a penalty for, but it was not a risk for my life anyway. I could say that there was no penalty in fact at the end of the Old Zion.

Yongho looked at Katarina standing in the stands. As a good elf with a good sense of hearing, I was telling you that I had already heard this story.

I'm sorry.

I was greedy for some reason. Yongho nodded his head because the situation was different from when he broke ground floor.

Agreed. But can I rest for a while? "
"Of course." Can I get you a waiting room? "

Giuson, who accepted it swiftly, asked. Yongho nodded his head because he was better off resting comfortably. I shook my hand and called Katarina in the stands.

So a minute of time made.
Yongho saw a group of crowds in the middle of the audience, and looked around Gushion again. He asked his lips as if to reveal hesitation.

"May I ask you one thing?"
"I'll take your questions, but only one question."

It was the eyes of Gucheon, who seemed to be revenge for the bluntness until now. This is the way you look at the first time when you face confrontation and fears were almost all disappeared.

Yongho looked back to the audience. Seeing such a dragon, Gion remembered things about Kaiwan.
How many levels did Kaizan go up to?
Those who are in the stands are the prime suspects of Mammon.

There were some roughly expected questions.

What will Yongho ask among them?

Yongho turned around again. Ghushion, who is in urgent need, has met Yongho with some answers.

Yongho opened his lips. I have erased the answers that Gion Zion had in mind.

"Giusuon, do you know a woman named Shitiri?"

Gion did not answer immediately. Until now, it was a different kind of horse, after a fierce smile like a growling.

I answered the question of Yongho.

The Free City of Nuremberg was largely divided into three powers.

The crowd of gentlemen, gamblers, and wanderers headed by Ophelia, the mistress of the pub.
A group of outlaws consisting of runners and mercenaries.
Producer guilds made by collectors engaged in various production jobs in free cities such as dismantlers and blacksmiths.

The three groups were bordering each other, but they were not hostile and coordinated their opinions through negotiations between heads instead of unnecessary fighting.
Of course, this was not the case from the beginning.
The order of the free city was possible because the forces of the forces were almost equal. And this balance did not happen suddenly one day. It was the result of a battle of washing fatigue blood that lasted for a long time.

Leaders of the three forces were gathered on the gate of the free city.
It was only in the last decade that three people in a public place, not a secret room, gathered together.

Oros, the head of the production guild, a lunatic, grimaced the cigarette with a bigger cigar than his fingers. He had a blue skin and he was wearing a white gown full of energy marks.
He was both a doctor and a pharmacist, and was the best alchemist in the Free City.
Of course he did not mean that he was a troll. There would be more flesh in his back than he would have cut into his scalp for a lifetime.

Next to Oros, Dagon, the chief of the outlaws, stood. He was an Ogre Meiji, an extremely rare creature among the ogres.
He was the owner of the intellect comparable to the ordinary ogres like mage, but it was like a madman Orose who did not forget the birth itself. Dagon likes to smash his head directly with the mace that holds the hand in his hand rather than blowing the enemy with magic.

A silky, beautiful woman stood in a stiff position between two villainous husbands who seemed to smell the blood even if they stood still.
Ophelia, the mistress of the pub.

"You're waiting."

Dagon, who was shooting under the gates, roared low. Ophilia frowned upon the warm smile on her head and said, swinging her tail once, as if to reveal her displeasure.

"Only one of us answered our call. And rather than let him wait for us … We're in a hurry. "

Agareth's attack was not far.
Both the Oros and Dagon were mad at the fight, but were not accustomed to attacks outside the Free City.
Unfamiliar experiences were always accompanied by fear. Furthermore, the eastern Agareth had already manifested his own intense and choking several times.

Oros and Dagon were nervous. I was afraid, and I could not hide my hurt.
It was so much earlier than the promised time that we had gathered on the gate.

Instead of revealing his nervousness, Orros burned a stretched cigarette, like Dagon.
He did not like this situation.

Mammon was an unknown.
According to Ophelia's information, he killed Poras and Jukkeras.
Probably stronger than two.
But I could not tell how strong it was.
Foras and Jukkeras? I was able to deal with myself and Dagon well enough.

Of course, it was very meaningful that the leader of a free city became a 'net' in 'three'.
But it was not enough. It took more than that to prevent the Agareths, who had literally devoured the eastern Caesars.

Orros had more thought than Dagon. Mammona's Caesar had to be strong, but it was difficult if it was strong enough. It could not be the way to bring a tiger to chase the wolf.

The third cigarette was burned all at once. Orlos asked for a fourth cigarette, and Dagon frowned. Ophelia, standing between the two men, waved her arms and shook her tail slowly. He acted impatiently and finally opened his lips.

Honda

Ophelia pointed to a distant place. Oroz and Dagon, hastily, saw the point where Ophelia's fingertip pointed.

Six gigantic horses seemed to be coming to the free city. At the head was a black joker wrapped in green smoke.

Undead

At that time, when Orros was unaware, he was narrowing the distance between horses and free city.
It was the skeletons that climbed onto each jumper.
But from the outset it was different from the usual skeletons. I was wearing a black armor with all the power, and it emitted an unusual aura. In the free city, there were a few skeletons that could not even compare with the visible skeletons.

Especially the haunted ghost – Nightmare, who is at the forefront, literally robbed the eye of the viewer.
The five horses from behind were also close to the beast, but the Nightmare was even questioning whether it could be called a horse.
The black hair absorbed the light, and the green smoke on the whole body crushed the nearby area.
And those who climbed on Nightmare. It was the same as the back five but also different. Behind the massive black armor, the red and dark cloaks scattered along the wind, and a blue brain strike from the battle hammer in the right hand.

"Skull curl!"

The leader suddenly shouted at the head. It was a huge roar that really made the world go crazy, which I can not even imagine a skeleton.
The skeleton did not stop there. I wanted to twirl the battle hammer, which had been fought by the brain, and stuck it in the sky. The condensed brain was facing the sky. The thunder tore the atmosphere.

The gaze was moved naturally. Not only the three chiefs but all those who were on the wall saw the sky with sound and light. And I saw something more intense than a blue lightning stalk stretching out there.

The trajectory of the flame broke the sky. It was made clear in the sky of the magical world covered in color.

"Fire Dragon ?!"

It was not. It was small in size. But the flame that separates the sky was enough to conjure up a fire dragon.

"Get down!"

Someone shouted. Suddenly, a wave of green flame was emitted from the red trajectory approaching just above the gate. It covered the view of everyone. Oros and Dagon also backed away and hurriedly protected their head.

The flame went down. The waves of fire never harmed the beings on the gate. Salamendael, with its flame wings, landed between them as the flowers were gorgeously oxidized. Above it, there was a man with a red bull and a dark elf beauty with his white hair.

"Mammon is the Caesar, Chun Yongho."

The man who focused on everyone – Yongho said, and Oros and Dagon, overwhelmed by the sight in front of me, swallowed the dried saliva without even knowing it.
Ophelia watched Yongho between the two of them and frowned at her desperation to endure laughter.

"Once a successful showmanship …I'll say it was. "

Ophelia's bar on the top floor of the pub. Ophelia, who was sitting inside the bar like when she first met, said with a bitter look. Katarina sat on the side of the skull and Yongho shrugged.

"Was not it really successful?"

First impressions were important to everybody.
The reason that Orose and Dagon left their hand to Yongho was simple. They wanted to "use" the dragon.
There was nothing good to look like a silly person against such people. Even if it was a little overpriced, I needed to make a strong impression.

It is not easy. It is not easy to think.

Ophelia knew Yongho's intentions. So I answered sincerely.

"Oros and Dagon are not that simple. I'll be surprised right now, but I'm going to see the essence soon. "

Agareth was not going to retire after he had a fire show in the sky.
Killing an enemy was not a brilliantly crafted knife, but rather a real knife sharpened by a sharp knife.

Of course, there was not much effect. It was important that not only the two heads but also those belonging to each power were impressed by Yong Ho.

Yongho and Ophelia knew without telling the truth, so they exchanged their eyes only a few times and did not talk about it.
Yongho asked himself, touching the glass of Ophiria.

Anyway. Is that because the talks were postponed? "

I thought I would have a marathon meeting with the chiefs as soon as I arrived, but it was not at all. Oros and Dagon, who had just finished a simple name, returned to their habits after seeing them again later.

Officially, the 'lady of the pub', who was hosting Yongho, shrugged.

"Not exactly that … I have to see the liver. It is my role to slow down the mind of the new-born Caesar by giving it to the Lord. "
"gist… Afforestation

Yongho said so and looked around. I did not have anything that reminds me of the Lord.
No, of course, Katarina and Ophelia were beautiful, but I do not think it would mean that this is not a dry place.

"Oh, well, can you really arrange it? Do you want kids? "

Ophilia looked as if she was in the middle of her mouth, and Yongho looked down as if it were Kim.

"Well, it worked well with us. Let's go ahead and postpone this. "

At the end of Yongho, Ophelia circled her eyes this time.
Did you postpone that?

Skull was always laughing like a cowardly, and Katarina strangely lipped his lips and stepped back.

Ophelia blinked again and finally noticed when she had slept four times. I jumped over the bar at once and stood in front of Yongho with a happy face.

"Let's start submitting to the subordinate."

Yongho said. Ophelia gladly gave an example.

Chapter 28 – End of Opening