Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 43: Onset of Dungeon War (2)

Chapter 43: Onset of Dungeon War (2)

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Demon Viscount Gelgar has declared a war on your dungeon forcing each of the participants to fight a war of life and death. The time limit for preparations would be five days, during this period no party can attack the other. After the expiration of allotted time a spatial gate will be formed linking the two dungeons. Forces from each side can pass through the gate and attack the other party’s dungeon, the war will end when the dungeon master is killed or when their dungeon core is destroyed.

Countdown:- 4days:27hours

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Simon knitted his brows as he read the declaration that suddenly popped up in front of him, his tightly clenched hands made cracking noises. How could he be not? this declaration was an ultimatum of sorts which made it clear that only one party will survive the ordeal. It seemed that he was right about Gelgar, a person like him wouldn’t let the matter be and would try to do things forcefully.

Simon was aware of Gelgar’s gaol and that was to take control of the [B] rank warhorse of his. During the banquet back at the castle of Avernus, he could see the greed in Gelgar’s eyes as he fantasised about becoming the master of the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse. Little did he know that subduing the warhorse was a more difficult task than climbing a mountain barehand. Additionally, the warhorse chose its own master and wouldn’t allow anyone it didn’t approve of to ride on top of it.

Exhaling a deep breath of air, Simon exclaimed “So you can’t wait any longer huh?…very well then I shall accept this challenge. Destroy my dungeon?…. fat chance!” with a fearless smile on his face, he stated, “Gelgar you will pay the price for underestimating me.”

Further north of Ghastly Winding Forest was a vast desert region perpetually assaulted by sandstorms and monsters. These monsters that can even survive in these harsh environments were quite strong and were one of the true dangers of this great Dassha Desert. In one part of the desert was a huge pyramid with an unusual design highlighting the strange artistic sense of the creator. Despite all of this, the pyramid was quite sturdy and persisted through all the sandstorms that passed by. Moreover, if one looked carefully they could see a carefully hidden entrance at the bottommost part of the pyramid.

The pyramid was none other than a dungeon created by a demon. Currently inside the pyramid in a lavishly decorated room sat a man on his grand sofa laughing as he looked towards his two subordinates and said “That lowborn demon must be panicking and racking his brains out right now hahaha. The nerve of him to dare to speak to me a Demon Viscount like that snort.” The person was none other than Gelgar. He fiddled with his wine glass as he fantasized about the despairing face of Simon’s after he got his declaration and a cruel smile crawled up to his face. Obviously, he was enjoying the situation and loved playing with his prey and make them despair until they begged him for mercy.

“Sir Gelgar is right that lowborn demon must be cursing his fate by now” Mike who was present during the banquet spoke. Hearing what he said Gelgar fell into a deep burst of laughter “Ahaha that is true. That lowborn demon was clearly out of him to have challenged me. Now look how I destroy that confidence of his and make him grovel at my feet. What do you think Berd?.”

The other man named Berd kept silent for a while before he replied “I think he has no one other than himself to blame for his inability to recognize kindness and overestimating his own abilities.” Another burst of laughter leaked from Gelgar before he stood up and looked out of the room. Beyond the room was a wide area where hordes of monsters stood still in a row and just like an army they maintained a large formation.

Looking at the hordes of monsters down below from the balcony of his room, Gelgar made a pleased smile. After deliberating for a moment he asked looking at mike “It took us months to prepare this number. How many are there?”. Mike replied after musing over the question “Sir Gelgar the dungeon was able to spawn 50 Armored Drillman, 100 Sandworms, 150 Big Poison Scorpion, 100 Scavenger Mummies, and 100 Corpse Eater Bird. Also adding in the [C] rank subordinate of sir Gelgar, our numbers including me and Berd are 503.”

Listening to the report Gelgar added “We still have 5 days use all the remaining Dp and spawn as many monsters as you can. I want to crush that lowborn’s morale by just our numbers alone and then when I kill him, I’ll take that [B] rank warhorse of his hahaha”.

As if he could already see the defeated face of Simon, Gelgar snickered as he broke the wine glass on his hand, the contents of which fell onto the ground and spoke to himself “I will make you understand the difference between our ranks, a Demon Baron going against a Demon Viscount… what utter foolishness. You shall realise how imprudent you were back then as I make you suffer humiliation worse than death”. Right after he said that, he ordered “Mike, Berd make sure you guys lead the attack as soon as the spatial gate forms. I will too accompany you guys after all I want to see his despairing and dying moments with my own two eyes hahahahaha”