Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 55: Confrontation

Before he could even marvel at the scene of so many monsters Simon who was lounging on his jade sofa looked at the window displaying the ninth floor. He could see Gelgar, his subordinates, and the hordes of monsters that survived the upper floors coming down to the ninth floor. Simon flashed a content smile after judging the condition of their state. Aside from Gelgar and few others, most of their army was exhausted and their spirit drained.

Everybody had a downtrodden look in their eyes and the morale was all-time low. After a while, Gelgar went up to the group and said something, he did not know what Gelgar had said since the dungeon menu only transmitted the events inside the floor and not the voice.

But he could see that the morale of the army was once again incited and all of them were ready to pit themselves against the ninth floor. The subordinates of Gelgar started giving commands to the monster army as they immediately started charging towards the marsh.

Looking at this scene, he couldn’t help but knit his brows. It was a suicidal move to recklessly charge at an unknown place even before surveying the area. He shook his head at this act before commenting “These two fail as commanders. It wasn’t a wise choice for you to give the rein of commanding the army to both of them Gelgar”

He watched as the invading monsters wildly dove at the marsh and easily get trapped in the quicksand that was laid for them one after the other. The scene unfolding in front of his eyes was strange, it was as if they had forgotten that it was a dungeon.

Before the monster army could even struggle free of the traps, groups of Pirodiles and Lizardmen started clawing and preying on them. These monsters that were spawned by the dungeon, were low-rank monsters but what made them dangerous was the environment of the ninth floor which made them just like a fish in water. if they were placed somewhere else, they wouldn’t have achieved the same result.

It was truly the scene of a massacre where the invading monsters army couldn’t even struggle much before getting killed en masse.

The entire marsh was turned crimson as blood, meat, and corpses littered everywhere. The scene continued until all the invading monsters were killed and only Gelgar and his three subordinates remained. Simon was deep in contemplation when Gelgar started shouting something again, immediately after one of the figures behind him roared and revealed its appearance.

Simon watched as that demonic figure dove down into the marsh. What happened next wasn’t an intense battle or a one-sided massacre but a pure display of strength. The figure demonstrated its powerful might as it started making short work of the lizardmen and pirodiles which previously had a massive advantage over the invading monsters.

Great waves spread across the whole marsh as the demonic figure went wild inside it and slaughtered all of the Scaly Lower Dragonlings and Pirodiles inhabiting the floor. It had an exhilarated expression whenever the blood of its prey scattered onto its body and appeared just like a bloodthirsty man.

Simon silently watched as the marsh became calm after a while. The figure revealed itself once again, its crimson body bathed in crimson blood as it exposed a savage smile and laughed out loud.

He pondered for a while before standing up from his jade sofa, an intense battle intent flashing in his crimson eyes. “With their strength, there aren’t any floors that could stop them. Guess it’s finally my time to appear” Simon said after judging that the spawned monsters on the other floors would similarly be useless against the ones that were left of the invaders. The most the guardian monsters could do was to be a meat shield and delay the inevitable.

Simon patted the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse, a wicked smile on his face as he said “This is a battle we cannot afford to lose. You are allowed to go all wild, no holds barred”. The warhorse gave an energetic neigh seemingly to display its intense will to fight as the flames surrounding its body started burning with even more fervour.

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Gelgar marvelled at the might of his [C] subordinate Gourd the Great Blood Ogre as it massacred all of the monsters spawned by that low-rank demon. He couldn’t help but remark “His strength has grown quite a bit since then, what a pleasant surprise… don’t you guys think so too”. He looked back at his two Demon Baron subordinates who had their mouth agape at the scene of the carnage brought forth by Gourd.

Hurriedly collecting themselves they replied “Haha as expected of the subordinate summoned by Sir Gelgar. Gourd is in a completely different league than those weaklings… hahaha” Mike flattered. Sweat continuously trickled down his skin after that display of might. “It is exactly as Mike says the strength of Sir Gelgar’s subordinate is truly immeasurable… I think that turtling demon would be cowering by now after this show of display” Berd added as he gazed at Gourd’s crimson body which did not even have a single scratch even after going through a battle where the enemy had the home-field advantage.

This wasn’t just flattery but what they truly felt. Even if it was them fighting all those monsters, they would have a very difficult time defeating those monsters in their natural environment much less coming out of it unscathed. Making it look so easy, they must admit that they were no longer its match.