Dungeon Maker

At that very moment, when one of Hellhounds at the forefront reached the lakeside in the middle of the garden, there came out the energy of life from everywhere. It was such an enormous power of life that Sabnak and Bfrost, the undead monsters that belonged to death, almost lost their mind momentarily.

When they came to their senses, the scenery was changed a little. A beautiful woman was standing in the middle of the empty lake. With blue, aquatic hair, she greeted them with a bright smile.

"Welcome to the Garden of the King of Greed."

She just greeted them shortly, but it was enough to confuse them.

The Ten Warriors were the King of Gluttony's right-hand men, so they were aware of the potential abilities that the king of the southern unclaimed land might have.

The woman with blue water-colored hair was radiating the enormous power of life.

She mentioned the King of Greed a moment ago.

At the moment, there was something that came to their mind. Pitch-black Arc Demon Siemens, one of them, screamed.

"She is Scathach, the Immortal Witch! She is also one of Mammon's 12 Spirits!"

That was nonsense. All the 12 Spirits were dead with Mammon. It's already been over a thousand years since they disappeared along with Mammon and the Labyrinth of Greed into the dustbin of history!

But Sabnak could not immediately deny Siemens. Although he wanted to shout at him to shut up, he didn't. Rather he found himself agreeing with Siemens. Feeling eerie, he looked back at the woman.

The woman with blue hair was still smiling. However, the meaning of her smile was different from before.

"It's rude for you to call a lady's name recklessly like that, you small fry."

She fidgeted with her hand. The Garden of Life obeyed its gardener's order. Dozens of giant trees that sprang up at once blocked the ramp located behind the Ten Warriors.

Sabnak cut his fingers in order to perform his best summoning skills. Bfrost lifted the scroll to open the door of space. The rest of them also prepared for the fight.

Their response was perfect. But the House of Mammon's forces didn't sit idle.

A violet darkness arose through the energy of life in the garden. It was death. The nasty smell of death was spreading like poison.

But something strange happened. Life and death, diametrically opposed to each other, did not cancel each other. Rather, they began to care for each other. An unimaginable miracle distracted Sabnak and Bfrost even for a moment.

In the middle of their gaze stood a skeleton knight like an incarnation of death. Riding on a pitch-black beast, he released the power of death. Like a dragon peer, it made even the Skeleton Warriors, who were already in the realm of death, tremble with fear.

One after another, death lined up. Hundreds of skeleton corps suddenly appeared and besieged the forces of the King of Gluttony. Then they rushed toward the king's forces as if not to give them any time to counterattack.

It was a scene reminiscent of the waves breaking down the sandcastle. Despite the fact that they were the same skeleton army, Bfrost's undead army could not withstand their attack at all. It was not a fight, but a one-sided massacre.

As if he was struggling desperately, Sabnak barely activated his summoning skills. A huge dark red monster was summoned above his head. It was an eight-legged spider monster, Ongoliant.

Bfrost, who came to his senses thanks to the brief lack of mana created by the appearance of the beast, hurriedly tore the scroll. Then he concentrated his consciousness again because the flow of mana interfering with the magic of the door of space was stronger than expected.

One of Mammon's 12 Spirits, Scathach, appeared.

The Skeleton Knight and the undead army that sprinkled the energy of death were unusually strong and courageous.

However, seven out of the Ten Warriors were gathered here. Each of them had more than five horns. So, Bfrost thought he could concentrate hard enough even for a few minutes to complete the door of space.

But it was his mistake.

The moment he tried to start concentrating again, he had to raise his head. He turned his eyes automatically at the storm of strong mana that occurred not far away as if it was exploding.

Each of them was powerful enough to match the Ten Warriors!

It wasn't just Mammon's 12 Spirits alone. That was why they were shocked all the more.

A red beast and a wild animal. Two red demons comprising a male and female pair.

Two dungeon spirits of the House of Mammon, who were known well even before they fought Embrio.

A dark elf lady knight with pure white hair, who was an escort knight for the defense of the master of the Mammon family from the very beginning. Normally, she was supposed to be the weakest spirit of them.

Tigrius Randolt, a shabby master in the southern area, and the resistance commander of the House of Mammon.

Except for the unknown woman with gray hair, everyone was already familiar with the Ten Warriors. And their strength was already clearly quantified and recorded in the King of Gluttony's intelligence diary.

But, as if to make fun of it, they released a tremendous mana. The Ten Warriors could not believe it. It was incredible. This was impossible. No matter how strong the dungeon spirits of the House of Mammon became along with their master, it was unreasonable for them to grow this fast.

In this case, there was only one possibility.

They must have hidden their mana.

The House of Mammon deceived the whole demon world thoroughly.

"Bfrost! Concentrate!"

Sabnak shouted. The Ten Warriors rolled their eyes and stared at the dungeon spirits of the Mammon House who began to rush toward them fiercely.

Bfrost considered Sabnak's point right. It was not the time for them to be in awe. So, it was urgent to open the door of space, so their master could join them.

Surely, the growth of the House of Mammon was amazing. However, they were the Ten Warriors. Even if Mammon's dungeon spirits were strong, they were no match. Moreover, Sabnak was on their side.

So, the Ten Warriors felt relieved. As long as Bfrost himself completed the door of space, the current situation would soon be reversed.

But it was their misjudgment again this time.

The battle had already begun. It was an urgent situation in which the undead army that Bfrost himself summoned and those summoned by Sabnak were being slaughtered helplessly.

Nevertheless, they had to pay particular attention to someone from the House of Mammon.

The man standing next to the woman with blue hair. The man to whom the Immortal Witch Scathach, one of Mammon's 12 Spirits, bowed politely.

He reached out into the air then grabbed the spear of flames burning with the flames of the red lotus.

The Demon King of Flames, that was the nickname of the master of the House of Mammon until now.

Now they knew who he was.

If they were shocked to confirm the existence of Scathach, this time, their shock was rather close to despair.

Aamon, the spear of the red lotus.

How could Aamon burn heaven and earth and evaporate the sea with one swing?

Aamon was the leader of Mammon's 12 Spirits.

If this man controlled Aamon, there was only one thing they could think of.

As to confirm Bfrost's bleak inference, a massive whirlpool of mana was raging.

[My master!]

Aamon's low voice echoed throughout the Garden of Life.

Without even thinking about completing the door of space, Bfrost let down his hands.

His master, the King of Gluttony, completely missed one fact.

The one in front of him was not simply a rookie born with the power of greed.

He was already a complete man and a new king, who had inherited the previous master's status.

Scathach was right. There was only one word to describe the man in front of him.

Bfrost sighed out one word, "King of Greed…"

The battle continued. The waves of the green flames covered the Garden of Life.

***

The King of Gluttony, who was standing at the entrance to the fortress-type dungeon on the border and watching the army of the King of Violence, turned. Hiding his impatience, he stepped forward while pretending to be calm as much as possible.

Afsaras, bound by shackles and unable to leave the king, trembled with fear. Fortunately for them, the King of Gluttony didn't express raging anger like he did at the last auction house. Instead of killing and eating them, he ordered them to go back.

Afsaras hurried back, grateful for their sheer luck this time. However, some of them already feared that the current situation might lead to their greater misfortune.

Left alone in the heart of the dungeon, the King of Gluttony held his breath. Again, he let out a long breath and concentrated his consciousness. He repeatedly confirmed the incredible fact through the heart of the dungeon.

[All of your connections with your subordinate spirits have been cut off.]

He tried to reach out to them several times but failed repeatedly.

The King of Gluttony closed his eyes. Then he clutched his heart that seemed to be vacant instantly. He howled like a beast.