Dungeon Maker

Chapter 65 – GIORDON 65 – The weight of the days of Gion Zion was heavy. It was never easy for the mighty beings living for more than a thousand years to come up with the things of the past.

Even fingering was a bit of a past work. Thousands, tens of thousands of days were blocking between now and the past.

But I remembered. I never forgot that day. I could recall past past thousands of years as yesterday's work, a past that is longer than the day the king left the world.

The back of the king.
The moment I decided to follow her back. Self of times without iron.

lilies

My lord.
My king.

Gion saw the present, not the past. I saw a person breaking into a moment and rushing toward himself in a moment like a split eternity.

The successor of the king.
It resembles a king, but another. Giuson grabbed his fist. I stepped forward with a pleasant smile. I concentrated on the present with the time I began to flow again.

I was hit. There was a roar.

From the 30th floor, Yongho could not use the power of his subordinates. It was possible to derive the strength of 12 ministers from the wrath of Mammon, but the doctrine of the arena did not allow any more.

Because of the fighting on the 30th floor, there was a corner reminiscent of the battle with the king of the shrine.
And it was the same on the 39th floor, the fight on the top floor of the arena.

At that moment, Yoon-ho played the heart of the drunk king. Without stepping on one by one, the claws of seven of the seven dug their breasts.

I was awesome. At the same time, I felt the force of the flood.

I thought I had already done it last night. The battle with Gion could never have been a long battle. In the past half year, Yongho was with Gu Xion. If the flow of time seems to reflect the characteristics of the ambiguous arena, it could have been more than that.

Gion Zion did not spare himself. After the first day of teaching, he tried to impart to himself everything he knew.

So I could see.

It was impossible to keep the distance, or to use the dominance of magic to unfold a long battle. There was only one way to overthrow Masu, the name of Gushion, the struggle of the primordial struggle of power and power.

I was thinking of putting everything I had. And it was the same with Gion. This fight will be like a splendid flame.

Concentrated. Gion Zion grabbed his fist. He gave strength to the legs and put the floor down. He created speed with a godless force and crossed the space. My fist rushed in front of me.

The roar went off. It was not a hit sound. It was the sound of the explosion of fists and struck air. The atmosphere was crying, and a huge wave spread around. When the sound exploded, Yong Ho passed under his fist. The torn, sharp-edged wind swung over Yongho's cheek.

I avoided the first blow. Both were miraculous. It is not an exaggeration to stand at the pinnacle of the Red Daemon. There was no sign of Zion's movement. In the meantime, the body and magic move together, and the eyes that can see the magic power were useless. That was a miracle. It was impossible to explain how they were avoided. It could be said to be a feeling, and it was an experience.

Yongho's eyes moved. I looked up over the left arm of Gushion, which seemed to be more grand. The eyes met. Gion was smiling.

bang!

The second roar burst. A miracle has once again happened. Gucheon turned and his right fist slammed down the floor, and Yoon made a second advance just before the ground was broken. It turned in the same direction as Gushon and drew its back.

The wave that shook the atmosphere this time shook the floor. The ground, unable to withstand the force, was torn in all directions around the fist.

The right hand moved. Yongho did not catch the moment when he had left his right hand. At that moment, when no one had guessed, Amon, who had a super-high-tempest, was able to become a one-stroke flash.

A fist struck his chin. The intermediate process was omitted. Amon 's window was pierced through the air. Gion, who digged in the bosom of Yongho, hit his second fist.

My fist bounced off. The shield of distortion from the left hand of Yongho twisted the trajectory of the fist of Gushion. Over the sculpture of a silver dragon armor that crumbled and shattered in exchange for a blow, Yongho and Giuson's eyes crossed. The two men started the next attack at the same time.

The sound of boiling became one sound. The explosion on the streets where each other could feel the breath of each other caused the unthinkable result.

Horsepower and horsepower have collided. The atmosphere was screaming, but it did not stop. The system of the world itself has been shaken.

I beat and beat. It was so simple and so fierce. Only the attack was repeated in a space that could not even look properly due to the magical explosion.

The armor of Gion was filled with blood. The leather garments that wrapped the red upper body were already burned and burned.

Yongho was not much different. Silver dragon armor was already ragged. As the attack went, the fragments were scattered in the air.

The attack was getting faster and faster. It seemed that the breathing was going to blow away the consciousness of Yongho soon.

Gion felt great joy. It was not only because Yongho fought better than he thought. It was a pleasure of pure struggle.

Outside the arena, over a thousand years passed, Gucheon cultivated himself. I did not mind the loss of power caused by the death of the owner Mamon. He was a Red Demon. He was the one who fought in the flesh. Though power was weak, Gucci itself was not weakened. He was still the strongest Red Daemon ever.

Kwang!

There was a change in the familiarity created by the dazzling quick attack. Instead of attacking Yongho, Gu Xion flourished vertically. He jumped more than a dozen meters at once and turned his body. I hurried my head and laughed at my head. The attack, which was pushed down vertically, was like a meteor that burned the atmosphere.

It was a staggering blow. Thunderstorms surpassed just the same as when one hit the ground, everything exploded.

The attack was missed. But Gu Xion did not care. What he wanted in the first place was not to destroy Yongho with this blow.

The atmosphere was shaken by magic. At the same moment, the floor of the stadium collapsed, as if splitting the moment and splitting would not make the difference. Dozens and hundreds of fragments that have forgotten gravity for overwhelming strength rose up into the air.

Gushion saw in the gap. Because it was the subject of the attack, it did not swirl around. In a terrible change of environment, he reached out his right hand toward Yongho who missed the moment.

It was not a fist. Gushon's right hand grabbed Yongho's left hand. Without crossing each other's gaze, Gusioun had the power. I waved my right hand as hard as I could.

The scream broke. Yongho's left arm was torn out. The muscles tore and the bones broke. The shock of his left arm being ripped off alive made his head white.

Gucheon abandoned his left arm. The blood rising from Yongho 's left shoulder covered Yongho and Gushion. The right hand of Gushion, who ripped off his left arm, did not hold his fist again. In the fragments of the ground where the fall began, a chapter of Gion struck.

I could not prevent it. Nothing was allowed. Since the beginning of this fight, the first perfect attack has been made.

Yongho, who was struck between left chest and waist, flew several tens of meters in a moment and was thrown into the wall of the stadium. It seemed that the whole body would be smashed by the impact caused by the collision with the wall.

The feeling came. At the end of the right hand, there was a sense of destroying the living, which still crushed the bones and flesh.

Gion Zion saw Yongho. It was squatting on the crumbling stadium wall.

I hurt this. I lost my regrets and stepped on my foot. It was time to make an end like I promised. Only one validator created all this. If the validity had come from Yongho, Gucheon himself would have been rolling the floor. This was a law that was originally intended to fight a battle.

Giuson saw his head outside the stadium. Kaiwan and Catherine were crying. Ophelia trembled with her feet on the floor, and Ellogoth denied the reality. Tiglius winked at him with his eyes closed. Only the skull stood firm and faced Gion.

Gion turned his gaze. I took another step. I grabbed my right hand, which was torn by the blood of Yong Ho. In front of such Gucheon, the flame of Honglung blocked.

It was a waterfall of fire. Beginning in Honglian, it soon became a green salt. A mass of great powers overtook Gushion.

Gion sensed Amon from the flames. He was united with Yongho and was different from other subordinates. I was still able to put my will in the stadium.

However, it was unqualified. Gion Zion caused magic. I grabbed the tent of fire with both hands. Without giving up, Amon pushing away.

It was already a fight. Now Yongho could not defeat Gu Xion himself. The damage was so great that it was too big to stand up.

So I had to finish it now.

The tents of fire were gradually broken. Gion Zion stepped through the gap and saw the front.

There was a dragon sitting between the fragments of the collapsed wall. He barely raised his upper body and lifted his left hand.

Gucheon saw the eyes of Yongho. I felt great joy and sorrow together. Yongho's eyes still burned.

Yongho opened his lips. There was a distance of several tens of meters, but Gu Xion could hear the voice of Yong Ho. Therefore, I hastened. He urgently ripped the tent of the flames. I stepped forward toward Yongho.

Yongho saw such Gucheon. Instead of closing my eyes in the shaky field of vision, I was rather puzzled. I grabbed my chest with my right hand. I completed the words I had in my mouth.

Consolidation consolidation.

What can not be delayed anymore. What should not be postponed. From the two eyes of Yongho, the green light glowed. Amon blocked again the face of Gushon, who rushed aside. The waves of green rust have made time.

Magical power swirled from the heart of the king, who was the object of consolidation consolidation. Greed and food were roaring at the same time.

When Gushion finally crossed the waves of rust salt.

There was a glowing light.
In the true sense, the sixth claw was played from the heart of King Yonghua and the one who was one.

My horse.
Those who descend by him. The entire arena was stunned beyond the stadium. From the body of Yongho, poisonous magical power was blown with the green eyes. Between the six horns, the temporary, light seventh horn grew blurry.

I was exhausted. It crashed. It was even bothering to take on the explosive power. I did not know how long I would be able to maintain my current status.
But I was still able to fight.

Gion Zion laughed. It was an unbelievable laugh. I grabbed my fist full of willingness.

Yongho also laughed. One left hand grabbed the air with his right hand. I woke up from the seat and dragged Amon of Maochang of Honglun long.

Two people looked at each other. I collided again.

Chapter 65 – The End of Gion