Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

888  Chapter 888- Why Don't You Let Me Join In The Fun!! (4)

Feeling the aura coming from the ogre king suddenly intensify, both Shasurna and Yverza were shaken.

A bad afterthought suddenly struck them and they couldn't help but use the skill they had once stopped using due to boredom and becoming the strongest in the forest… the appraisal skill.

And then… their misconception of being the strongest in the forest broke.

They saw Gil-Garna's level—799.

It was as if somebody had pressed the pause button, The Ivory Terraquake Rhino, Emerald Viperlord and all those who were present on the battlefield, including Bea were frozen in place as they stared with wide eyes. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Level 799...

What did the level signify? Didn't it mean that Gil-Garna had reached the peak of his class?

Level 799… he was just one step away from reaching the mysterious and phantasmal level 800 class?

This… the difference between their level and his might just be about 10-11 levels; however, the true gap wasn't something that can be just measured with numbers.

This was something that they knew especially well given that they stood at the peak of their class and as the strongest beings of this forest.

In this world, there exist absolute barriers that cannot be breached no matter how much effort or training one puts in. These restraints that bind every being in this world and is called the unwritten rule of the world, the Bloodline limit.

As long as that existed, all the creatures of this world would one day be faced with a limit that they cannot surpass. In this regard, the seven kings considered themselves lucky as they were able to inherit the bloodline and powers of the ancient beasts they found inside the forest.

However, no matter how much lucky they were, it still boiled down to one's limit at the end. Although they were able to reach the peak of level 700 class their strength had also come to a bottleneck.

No matter how they tried they were unable to realise either level as each level after level was like climbing a mountain from the start all over again. The experience and mystical energy needed couldn't be imagined.

It was because of all of these reasons that they were so shocked to find that Gil-Garna had reached the absolute peak of his class.

What's more, one more step and he would breach the level 800 class. A Mythical class that even they could only sit back and watch from a distance.

"Now then shall we make it even more interesting"

Flying in the sky, Gil-Garna declared with suave. For a moment, the battlefield was silent, save for the heavy breathing of the other two kings. But the respite was brief.

Shasurna rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury. "I admit that I didn't expect you to hide your strength this well from us this whole time. However, don't you dare look down on me!! I don't believe that with us working together, we can't take you down"

He raised his harpoon high and called upon his most powerful skill, "[Blizzard Cataclysm]."

A massive storm cloud formed above them, dark and ominous. Lightning crackled within its depths, and snow began to fall in thick, heavy flakes.

 Matching his aggression, Yverza also prepared his attack. Bloodied but unbowed, he joined forces with Shasurna.

"[Earthquake Stomp]," Yverza roared, his foot smashing into the ground and sending shockwaves towards Gil-Garna.

The fight of three beings who were well past level 700 and were reaching the peak of their class, could be imagined.

Dozens of miles of land was instantly decimated, the false environment unable to keep up, space cracked, ceiling crumbling and the entire floor and the ones adjacent to it, trembling intensely.

The fight was so fierce that it could no longer be described as a fight but a cataclysmic event instead. Each and every attack these beings dished out, was powerful enough to level out a city and cause substantial damage to the lives around them.

Observing their fight from not far away, Bea positioned herself on top of a large mountain. Her eyes continuously moved as they captured every movement made by the seven kings. Her face was passive with no expression that could be seen.

"Soon… it should be soon"

Suddenly she opened her lips to mutter something. A few moments later her eyes shifted away from the seven kings and towards the northern region of the floor.

She could sense fierce spatial fluctuation from that area. Given how strong the spatial fluctuation was, it could be assumed that a large teleportation occurred there.

For something like this to occur now of all times, there could be only one reason. Her master and the lord of this dungeon, have made his move.

"Hmm? They are… Orcs"

Bea narrowed her eyes. Her vision which was sharp enough to easily spot beings from several miles away, spotted numerous beings that matched the description of the orcs.

"They should be the newly evolved orcs that master was talking about"

Given that the orcs looked quite different than what she remembered them from the last time, she reckoned that it was due to the changes they had recently gone through.

That said, the change in their appearance was not important right now. What was important was that her master chose to bring out the orcs for this fight. Could it be…

"He is giving them another chance to retake their honour that they had lost while fighting the ogres last time?"

As someone who was present there at that time, she knew exactly what had transpired back then.

The clan of orcs who had been driven to the edge and forced to become the slaves of the black ogre clan and their king who had betrayed them. It was a pitiable scene yeah, however, they were at the end merely orcs.

Bea had no pity for them. If this was their end, so be it. Nevertheless, her master thought differently. At that time, he took the initiative to give the orcs a way out and brought their clan under his protection.