Dungeon Maker

Chapter 39 # 2 It seemed to have suddenly broken a strap pulled tight.
When the new power was added to the field, Yongho felt deep fatigue. I once again felt the pain all over the body.

It hurt. It was painfully ignorant.
The bones seemed to be broken everywhere. Despite the fact that only a blow was allowed, the whole body was a blind man.
Vaporet's attack was not simply a downfall. At the moment when he was crushed in the palm of his hand, black magical powers from the left hand of Baphomet smote the whole body.

The bruise blew out, the skin burst, and blood stains and blood flowed all over the body.

I wanted to sit down even now. But Yongho was breathing and breathing. In the right hand was the hand of Catherine instead of Amon.

Katarina was also a pain in the ass. Because it was behind Yongho, I was not hurt by the black horsepower, but I was wearing it more than Yongho.

Yongho saw Katarina. Katarina also saw Yongho. Both of them poured too much power into BriGida, and they laughed at each other as though they were shaking their hands. Some were stupid smiles.

Yongho grabbed Katarina. Maybe it was that Katarina had dragged Yongho.
The two men so relied on each other. Yongho realized that she was alive by burying her face in the neck of Catharina.

When Death encroached on everything, Yongho desires it.
The desire was not merely a lust. If it was only lust, it would never have let go of Vaporet's death.

There were a lot of things I really wanted to do.
It seemed to know why Amon expressed his temper.

It was greed. What did not give up one. None of them could give up. It was all his own.

Katarina was warm and tender. So I closed my eyes. I heard that I wanted to have a lifetime. Breathing, of course, were all sweet.

However, the face of Kaiwan also came to mind. It was exactly the smile that was shown just before the confrontation in the arena. Even now, it was almost a foul smile. You showed me that smile just before fighting. I thought I was weak for some reason.

It was not Kaiwan that came up. Gucheon and Skazah, and Amon's face came up in turn. I also remembered the servants and the ministers of Mammon.

Yongho laughed and opened his eyes. I was exhausted, Katarina could not open her eyes. The tail was shaky, but that was all. I was totally dependent on Yongho. Even if I moved my hand lightly, it seemed to collapse and collapse.

Yongho dragged the back of Katarina a little harder. Without knowing me, I put my lips on the head of Katarina and looked around.

Everyone was exhausted.

Ellogos and Ophilia were all missing on the floor. I thought I might be doing something like a touching hug, but both seemed exhausted.

But it was still a strong red demon. Elyos, who is the only one with a physical strength, should have the best of Mammon, but slowly raised his upper body. Ophelia could not get up easily because the blow to the Vaporet was quite large. But he did not lose consciousness and called Elligos in a very small voice.

Yongho eventually gave up standing. With one remaining hand, he sat in his place holding the catarina. I sat down and wanted to lie down again, but I barely felt that way. I turned my head a little and saw the skull.

Skull was also a man. The battle hammer improved by Burr was completely destroyed. The only thing left was a sack.

Armor and helmets also crashed. It was not like the first time Mammon came to town, but it was the first time since the fight against Forras that it was so badly injured.

The skull, kneeling on the floor and supporting the upper body with one arm cracked, trembled. I shivered my chin and head especially badly.

"Skull?"

Skull was the last blow to Vaporet. I wonder if it has been too much of a burden on my body because of the excessive force.

The skull slowly turned his head to the worried call. The naturalization to be bloomed in the black eye hole was too small.

And it was not just that.

Yongho felt something uneasy. It was good to be a sense of incongruity. This feeling was not Yongho's own.

Through the brigade, the skull's feelings were transmitted.

Moore was difficult to express. It seemed like a torrent of torrential rains beneath the silent sleep – it was a feeling that could only be expressed.

"Skull."

I once again called. Skull responded to the nervousness that I mixed without knowing. It was a skeleton without a face, but Yongho knew that Skull was trying hard to make a smile.

"Skull …culling

The slow and low-talking skull fell on the floor instead of forcing it. Yongho's call has helped something, and anxiety has disappeared. It seemed to rest comfortably like Ophelia or Katarina.

Yongho swallowed the dry saliva. I felt very uneasy about the skull, but there was nothing that I could do because it did not have any signs of a big abnormality.

I just hoped it was not a big deal. Yongho once again restored Katarina. After overcoming the temptation to sleep like this, I looked at the magic power inside the joint.

The aura of death has not yet completely disappeared.
It was the same black horsepower, but different from that of Catherine.

The black magic of Katarina resembles a night of embracing and gleaming. On the other hand, Vaporette's black horsepower was like a cold, fearful despair.

Black magic spiraled from where Baffet was standing. It was a spectacular sight that the darkness was scattered everywhere on every turn.

Yongho touched his left arm with his right hand over the waist of Katarina. Despite the invisibility, the newly emerging Bafmarte gem clearly came to my mind.

The power of death that is contrary to the life of Scuzha. Yongho finally sighed. I fainted and extended my right arm long. Instead of hurting Katarina slippery, he pinched his thigh and grabbed the air.

After the fireflies of Hongilin, the green flames rose. Yongho scored all of his remaining power, as well as Elyos and Ophelia, Skull, and even the power of Katarina, which he had already fainted, and poured it all over to Amon.

[My young lord.]

The effect was. Despite not being an arena, I could communicate with Amon.
Yongho asked Amon's god-burning window, reminiscent of the weapons of mythical age.

"Is the Vaporet completely dead?"

There was no way to share this kind of conversation. Amon responded to the question only to the point.

[Vaporetto is an incarnation of death. The concept of 'death' that human beings have had in the world has been implemented in the world.]
[The body, which has been worn and worn for a thousand years since the disappeared, has now completely disappeared. Since the vessel for the concept has disappeared, the concept will dissipate and disappear.]
[But it is not yet complete disappearance.]
[The essence of Vaporetta remained unfinished. There is not only the death of the Vaporetto, but also some consciousness.]
But my little master, you do not have to worry. He will never harm you, nor will he harm you.]

I can not do it.
There is no will to Vaporetto.

Yongho sighs a long sigh. Amon laughed softly.

[My young master. I did well.]
[The power of greed comes from desire.]
[But mere lust can not bring out the true power of greed. This is closer to the power of the king of lust than to the power of the king of greed. "
[Clearly, the power of lust was great. But it was not the only way, and the purer desire was also included, so the young master could overcome Vaporet's death.]
[Hope and desire. Project your true breeze into desire.]

Really. I have always been good at earnest sound.
Yongho looked at Katarina's face instead of barely answering. I had a urge to touch my cheeks, but it was impossible to hold Amon.

Now it was a limit. And once thought, I wanted to touch Katarina's cheek pretty seriously.
So Yongho asked the last question.

3rd Floor Who are the 12 ministers who dominate the third floor? "

Amon did not answer right away. I put a little gap. If it was a person, it was the same time that it laughed or laughed.

[Left of the balance, Elune to cut the night.]
She is the owner of the third floor of the labyrinth of greed.

Amon, who had finished the answer, flames himself. I went back to the shape of a bracelet again.

'Cutting the night … Elun. '

The escort knight of the king of greed. His lover.

Yongho touched the cheek of Catherine. Though the eyes were covered with soft touch more than I imagined, I pulled out the last power and yelled. They called salami, Bukapalos, and Skull units waiting in the hallway.

The road to the third floor was opened but not now. I had to go back to the first floor, Szahaha, to regain my strength and power.

I could feel the salami coming from behind. Yongho put all of his luggage down. Touching the cheeks of Katarina, he fell into a rut.

The end of the long battle is approaching.
Plauros, the director of the West Caucasian Union, laughed abruptly. It was not because he had literally been scattered in blood before his eyes as his strong ally.

Western Confederacy lost to Embrio.
And the defeat was nothing new from the beginning.

Five horns. Evidence of that strongness that rises over the embryo 's head.

It was not the new horns that resulted from eating the Caesarean in the north and west. Though his horn was only four seconds old, he was able to learn for many years living and polishing his horsepower.

Embryo had five horns from the beginning. Most of the northern and western Caesars had a considerable power gap with him, so perhaps the power he could get through the absorption of water would not be much.

It was also natural that the Caesars of the North were helpless.
I was able to understand that it showed meritorious virtue as well as the one-man corps.

Within the hands of the six kings, there would have been quite a few who had five horns. But it was not in the South vacancy. I can assure you that Embryo was the strongest in the South.

Embryo has absorbed the essence of Sesame. Since it was four horns, it helped a little to Embrio.

Embrio took a step back. Plaus added smirk to the smile that was only vanity.

It was not only the Embrio's horns that Plows understood this defeat as "what had been decided from the beginning".

Plauros realized who was standing behind Embrio.
I gave up and laughed at it.

"You can not be a king, Embrio. You will eventually fall down miserably after pursuing only the shadow of the king. "

I did not know who the king was supporting the Embrio. But whoever it was, it would not have left Ambree's ambition.

Embryo did not answer. I just stood silently at Plowos.

Flaus then laughed again. Instead of begging miserably for life, the last ridicule wounded the spirit of Embrio.

"You know, Embrio. You can never be a king. "

It was the last. Flaus could not speak any more. The heart was destroyed in the wild and greeted death.

Embryo took the essence of Plaus. I was able to get a great deal of power in the way of a lady with the most power in the west.

'You can not be a king.'

It was a curse. I decided to think so. It was unpleasant to command the wolf 's flock to eat the body of Plowos.

The smoke of the battlefield covered the sky. Death, screaming and moaning shook in all directions.
Embryo stepped on all of them.

The heading is south.
It was a land where a great king was born.

Chapter 39 – End of Explosion, chapter 40 – leads to completion.

Chapter 39 End of # 2