Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 900- MK 3 Armor (2)

There was a huge indent on its chest that appeared to be from suffering some powerful blow.

Looking at that wound, a thought appeared in each of the three kings' minds. That indent that sunk deep into its chest cavity horizontally, it was no doubt from the Lariat attack from the Ivory Rhino King.

What was going on? Why did this thing have this mark on it when it clearly should be on the demon?

BANG…. At that moment, something hit the ground behind them at an insane speed, raising up dust along with it. When the three kings turned around, they found another grey humanoid figure like the first one standing behind them.

"This…"

 "Fingers of Ozymandias. The two you see are the fifth and fourth finger"

Simon answered the perplexed kings. Immediately three pairs of eyes darted towards the figure that was behind the grey humanoid thing.

"You… how did you get there? No, how did you avoid that attack in the first place?"

Yverza questioned. As someone who dealt the blow, he personally saw his attack connecting. Unless time itself had stopped at that time, there was no way of avoiding that attack.

This should have been the case yet the demon was standing perfectly fine and without any scratch in front of him.

"Ah, about that, you see I used..." Simon started, though through the middle of the sentence he started berating them "Like hell I am gonna tell you about my abilities. People who openly and foolishly blab the details about the abilities to their foes are the ones who get the rug pull from under them, don't you know?".

"What are you talking about?" It was only natural for the three kings to not understand.

Simon did not elaborate further. With a swift movement from his arm, the formation finished forming. Once complete, the formation looked even more impressive and abstruse than before as it covered all the area around them in multiple rings like a hemisphere.

 "Now then, let us begin round two"

As soon as he said that, a powerful pressure descended onto the land making everyone inside the formation feel as if a mountain like weight was pressing down on them.

Some of the members of the three clans who were already too exhausted, were unable to take the pressure and kissed the ground face first. It was not only the weakest members of the three clans who were affected, even some of the high level ones fell to their knees.

The three kings were no exception either. Although still standing, one could see the expression of confidence disappear from their faces.

MURMUR… MURMUR… a commotion erupted on the battlefield. The sudden turn in the tide of the battle took everyone by surprise.

The three clans were astonished but so were the orcs fighting them. The sudden decrease in the speed and strength of the opponent wasn't something that they expected. Nevertheless, they did not waste this opportunity and continued to mount the pressure.

Before long, the momentum of the battle completely shifted towards the orc's side.

"Hmmm.. our stats have gone done!! So this is the effect of the formation huh?"

The three kings muttered as they observed their conditions. To be able to instantly gauge their situation, the three kings were no pushovers.

That being said what the three kings observed was right. The formation covering half of the floor not only put an intense pressure on the ones inside the formation, but also reduced the stats.

The only exception to this were the allies that were registered as the inhabitants of the dungeon.

 "Dammit, what kind of sick formation is this? My stats have been reduced by one fifth. This is ridiculous"

Shasurna hissed trying to resist the weakening effects of the formation. However, it was all a futile attempt. As beings who reached the peak of catastrophe class, they might be able to shrug off the effects from foes weaker or similar to their level.

However, the formation covering half of the 91st floor was no ordinary formation but a high grade one. Something that shouldn't appear in a [B] rank dungeon. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

That said, the three kings didn't have the leisure to calmly question all of the surreal things happening around them as Simon had already begun his assault.

Using the [Shortcut] option he quickly manifested the numerous magic he stored inside without needing to go through the hassle of casting them.

 Simon using his [Shortcut] option was so fast that the three kings barely had time to react at all.

BOOOM… BOOOM… BOOOM…

[Searing Hellstorm], [Whirlwind Maelstrom], [Thunderclap Blitz]…

Gil-Garna and the others were each hit with advanced magic that packed enough power to bypass their defence and injure them severely.

The floor rocked and for a while, the three kings were completely forced into defence.

SHHH… in a pit which was hit by multiple pillar sized thunderbolts, Gil-garna could be seen with his arms crossed in front of him as a shield. His sword was knocked out from his hands and multiple wounds and scorched marks could be seen on his skin.

Evidence that the magic managed to deal a lot of damage to him.

 "I see so you are planning to use the formation to fight us?"

Fighting the three of them together and winning was simply not possible. As such, the demon was utilising the formation to weaken and fight them. It was a strategy only possible because of the dungeon.

For the first time since entering the dungeon, Gil-Garna's face was masked with a grim atmosphere. He was forced to admit that the demon was not an opponent that he could look down on and needed to go all out to even stand a chance of winning.

"Dammit, what is with his ridiculous casting speed? At this stage can it even be called casting? There is no chant delay at all"

Shasurna crawled out from under the mountain of rubble that he was pushed under. His words were followed by Yverza who also pulled himself up looking worse for wear.