Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

The demon must have also realised this or perhaps was undaunted or uncaring about this fact, but he was pressing on with his attacks more fiercely.

"ARRRGHH!!" Gil-Garna roared in frustration. The limbs that he had regenerated with [Ultra High Regenration], were cut off so fast that he was unable to keep up.

Finally, after a while, he was even running out of mana. He who could replenish his mana by drawing the natural mystical energy from the surrounding, was losing to someone who had to even reach level 700.

One could imagine how much Gil-Garna was being overwhelmed.

A Demon Noble who wasn't even a Demon Duke yet, fought opponents far more powerful than him by jumping across levels. Wouldn't he become more powerful if he was allowed to grow?

'No, this demon cannot be allowed to live'...

For the first time, Gil-Garna felt threatened by someone below his level who couldn't even be considered an ant from his view.

The lofty pedestal he was standing on was starting to crumble, falling apart from the fist of the demon who was only around level 600+. He had to kill this demon no matter what or else he will become a great threat in the future.

At this moment the thought of conquering the dungeon completely slipped away from his mind. All he cared about was killing the demon.

Yverza and Shasurna watching the battle from the distance, grit their teeth in defeat and unresignation. The battle between the demon and the ogre king had reached a level where even they couldn't intervene.

Victory or defeat would be revealed soon.

BANG…

That moment came much sooner than expected. Gil-Garna who was annoyed by the constant barrage of attacks slowly draining him, decided to stake it all with his final and most powerful move.

The skill no being below level 800 could survive. Bending space, he opened a large distance between them and started conjuring his ultimate attack.

[Violet Resurgence] The violet horn on his head started shining with a glaring light. [Great Volcanic Eruption] His Mutated Magic erupted.

In front of the might of his skill, the world around him was quickly dyed in a violet and crimson light. Even the false sky above became distorted by the vast amount of mana surging from the attack.

Facing him Simon realised his opponent's intention and started preparing for his own big move.

The MK3 Armor and several augmentation skills and Ancestral Symbols allowed him to fight opponents by jumping across levels but it also imposed and unimaginable level of physical burden on his body.

Just the Ancestral Symbol alone causes a pain akin to one's muscles and nerves tearing, what would happen now that he superimposed it with other augmentation skills and even used MK3 armor on top of that?

The backlash would be outlandish and he wasn't sure that he would be able to stay standing after that. Which is why, he must finish this battle fast.

The opponent's decision also aligned with him. This move will decide it all.

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In the distance, Gil-Garna was almost done conjuring his attack. The air around him crackled with an intense heat, the ground beneath his feet melting into bubbling pools of magma.

The lava spiralled upwards intertwining with the energy emanating from his horn, forming a colossal vortex of fiery destruction.

"Lava Sun" the ogre king shouted and everything around the floor was covered in its brilliance.

"Dark Magic Mastery" At the same instant just as the enormous boiling lava sun was about to devour Simon, his lips moved and a stream of dark black energy exuded out of him.

[Quantum Blade Forge]… a blade began to form, drawing all the energy from the MK3 core. When combined with the Dark magic, a pitch black blade so dark that it seemed to be capable of even devouring light, manifested in the world for an instant.

SLASH… Simon slashed forward... and the next second the scene changed.

There was no ground shaking, earth-shattering clash. The black blade, as if meeting no resistance, easily cut through the lava sun.

The incandescent sphere was split cleanly, the dark magic devouring its power. The clash was over before it could even begin, the overwhelming heat and radiance of the lava sun swallowed by the dark abyss of Simon's blade.

The 90th floor stood in silence, everyone whether they be from the enemy faction or the ones watching the battle from the [Main Floor], all were frozen still.

Gil-Garna stood wide eyed at the utterly unbelievable thing that just happened. The world seemed to slow as he registered the impossibility of the event.

Where was the lava sun? What was that black blade? Everything seemed inconceivable. That black blade cut through his magic in an instant and devoured it.

Pffttt… a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth and he gazed down at his chest. He felt a sharp, burning pain from there.

Sure enough, there was a big gash cutting him diagonally from his shoulder to his stomach. The wound was deep, and the blood that oozed out was black as night.

The dark energy from the black blade had not only cut through his physical form but also attacked his very essence. AH!! At that moment, he realised that he had lost the battle.

Gil-Garna staggered and fell on the ground and with that, the battle also came to a close. Of course, not all of it.

As he stood tall, Simon glared at the two standing kings with his cold unyielding eyes. The black blade had already disappeared; however, the aura around him had become even more darker and oppressive.

Facing that kind of bloodlust and evil head on, the two kinds no longer dared to resist. They immediately surrendered and fell on their knees so as to save their lives.

WOOOAAHHHH!! Seeing this scene, the crowd reacted in two ways. One side, the three tribe alliance were devastated and coping up with the loss while the other side, the inhabitants of the dungeon, rejoiced at the victory of their master…

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