Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

A beating so thorough that it left no question. The scene that Gish-Bor saw was no fight but an abuse of power.

They were being thrown, hurled in the air, slammed into the ground, used as a club and more. Basically, they were being humiliated in every way imaginable.

It was a scene that evoked fear, awe and deterrence for the one who managed to pull off this feat. However, Gish-Bor was unable to feel any such feelings other than the first because the one being brutally humiliated was not the demon, but the side of the three kings.

What kind of bullshit was that? How could the kings be suppressed and beaten like that?

There was no doubt that each party was fighting with their full strength, yet they still cannot win against the demon?

The enemy was a single demon not to mention all three kings were fighting him together yet this was the outcome?

For a moment, he felt like he was a fool who came to watch the circus since there was no other way to explain the event that was going on right now.

"Dammit Gish-Bor, pay attention. Our opponent is not dead yet!!" From the side, came the warning from his comrade.

When Gish-Bor turned around to see, he noticed that the orc he was fighting, was still alive. Amidst the clouds of dust that rose, his figure could be seen standing still and straight like a mountain.

There were hardly any scratches or wounds on his body even after taking their combined attacks. What was there was instead a tall red fortress that covered the body of the orc in it.

There was no doubt, the fortress was what stopped their attacks. "A defensive skill?" it was only natural for him to be surprised after all, the skill used by the orc was no ordinary skill but a high tier rare defensive skill.

Furthermore, a skill that can create a defensive like a fortress was a skill that should be exclusive to warriors. Yet the orc who obviously evolved in a way that maximised his power and diversity of magic, was using a skill that all warriors dream of.

How did that make any sense?

"Up until now the orc was only using magic attacks and that peculiar movement skill of his… could it be that he was still not going all out against us?"

At this moment, Gish-Bor realised that he had severely underestimated his enemy. It was only the demon but even the army he commanded under him was not something that they could offend.

Was this entire crusade to conquer the dungeon a mistake?

Just as that thought arrived inside his mind, he heard a loud bang behind him and the grunts of three people whose voices were much too familiar to him.

On the battlefield where the three kings were fighting the demon, something must have occurred there. He was sure that the three kings were on edge and needed help.

However, he did not have the time nor the leisure to look behind him since in front of him he could see the gigantic rock golem starting to move.

The Amalgamation magic was complete. From the side, he could see Gish-Bagh and the other making their move.

Gritting his teeth and making up his mind, he spoke "Gish-Nor leave this to me and join with Gish-Bagh and the other. Aid lord Gil-Garna to defeat the demon".

Gish-Nor looked at him and confirmed in a grim tone "Are you sure? The opponent has been hiding his strength. Even if we both work together, that rock golem…"

"Just go!! In order to make sure that we win this battle, we need to defeat the demon. That is the only way. We can't get tied down here"

Gish-Bor roared. In the distance, the rock golem made noise. It opened its huge mouth and gave a grating roar.

Berigard stood on top of the rock golem and looked down at the retreating black ogre. At that instant, the eyes of the rock golem shone brightly and it swung its ginormous fist.

Air burst and ripples spread in the air as its fist moved towards the black ogre.

Just when it seemed like the latter would be squashed into pulp, the other ogre stood in between the attack and took it for them. Using all of their strength, skill and momentum, they barely managed to deflect the attack to miss them by a slight margin.

BOOM… the fist crashed on the ground rising dust and destroying the land. Using this chance when the rock golem was immobile the other black ogre who never stopped running fled from the battlefield and joined with the others.

Berigard looked at them and spoke in a serious tone "I will not let you interfere with lord Simon's battle".

The rock golem answering his call, took a step forward and started moving towards Gish-Bagh and the others.

"Your opponent is me!!... [Blood Conversion]" Gish-Bor stood between the rock golem and his comrades and activated his skill. The difference between his and the golem's size was so stark that one can't even compare them.

An ant trying to stand his ground against an elephant, that's what it looked like. Yet it was this ant who released a blood red aura which made it hard for Berigard to ignore him.

Over at the distance, Gish-Bagh and the other quickly defeated the opponents standing in front of them and rushed towards their lord. However, their path was blocked by a couple of people who stood in front of them at an unknown point.

"How shall we do this? Do we each take one opponent to play with?" Bea asked with a lively smile.

"Hoh? Are you saying that you can't take them all on your own? I guess it can't be helped then, I shall lend you a hand. Attacking these underlings hardly befits my status as a queen but I guess I have no choice here" Melinda brushed her hair aside haughtily.

"What did you say you, you vixen!!" the two butted heads.

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