Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 897- This is my dungeon... (2)

Gil-Garna snorted "I Have toned my magic down so that it wouldn't kill him. Of course, it would be still very painful as he was very arrogant, he must suffer some punishment".

He could clearly feel some resistance that came as an input from his magic that indicated that it definitely connected with the target.

Well, even if the demon was capable of using rare type movement skills like the [Black Flash], given the area of the [Sweltering Downfall] he would not be able to avoid it.

What was truly fearsome about his magic was not its extreme firepower but its long range and duration.

The fiery rain continued to drop down on the central region for a while and only after completely scorching the ground black and causing some rocs to turn into lava, did the magic stop.

On a completely scorched field that had been turned into a flatland of black ash, a charred corpse of a snakemen could be seen. The snakemen had a humanoid upper body, snake like tail and held a trident in his left hand.

Its skin was completely scorched black and smoke continuously released out of it. No matter how you saw it, that looked like the figure of the king of the Snakemen clan, the Emerald Viperlord, Shasurna.

"Was he done in by the magic?" Yverza muttered to himself as he grit his teeth. Even he was forced to activate that skill to raise his defence facing Gil-Garna's magic.

Shasurna had no such endogenous armour. Facing the magic head on, he couldn't have survived this. Gil-Garna was also looking at the scorched black figure of the Emerald Viperlord.

Although his target was the demon, this was also a favourable outcome. This way he won't have to bother about…

"Hmm?" Just as he was thinking that, suddenly a noise came from the figure. A crack appeared on the scorched and something peeled off.

The next second, the figure trembled violently and fluids jut forth out of it.

SPPURRTTT… In the blink of an eye, the crack expanded and a figure slithered out of the scorched body drenched in fluids. The scene looked grotesque and anyone watching it would no doubt think so too.

Something was coming out of the body of a corpse covered in grotesque fluids

"[Scale Rejuvenation]" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Shasurna muttered, "Dammit if I didn't have this skill, I would have been done for".

That's right, the figure who came out was none other than Shasurna, the Emerald Viperlord.

"Hoh, you are safe and sound huh? I must say the way your skills work are quite grotesque to look at"

At this moment, Gil-Garna and Yverza approached him. When the former saw who it was, he immediately erupted in rage.

"Gil-Garna you bastard, you were trying to get rid of me with that attack weren't you?" he hissed, his harpoon pointed at Black Ogre king's throat.

"No" Despite facing the hostility of one of the seven kings head on and so close, Gil-Garna remained indifferent. He calmly shook his head in response and came up with his own reply.

"I was trying to get that demon since he looked quite slippery. Anyways, if you want to blame someone for getting caught up in that attack, then blame your incompetency. The very fact that you lowered your guard and allowed yourself to be captured and humiliated like that was what drove me to use an extreme measure like that"

"As one of the seven kings who stands in the same realm as me, you should know how much face you made us lose"…

"You!!" Shasurna flared; however, in front of that stark remark, he had nothing to say in retort.

It was true that he allowed himself to be captured by the demon and be humiliated like that, being flung all around. It was a humiliation he could never wash off.

"Well, it's good that you managed to dodge that attack" Yverza spoke.

Dodge? That was far from it, there was no way of dodging that attack. Shasurna knew it very well, that kind of magic even he had to admit was extremely fearsome. It covered a large range, packed a high firepower and rained down in an instant and in all directions.

If not for the [Scale Rejuvenation] skill, one of his trump cards, then he would have been done for.

[Scale Rejuvenation] a skill that allows him to discard his previous body along with all the damage and injuries he suffered with it. Almost like how a snake moults its skin to grow a new shiny and strong skin, Shasurna who had reached the peak of his class and inherited the powers of an ancient beast, can also molt his body to gain a new more powerful body.

However, this kind of method was extremely straining and exhausting. It also ate up a ridiculous amount of mana.

More than half of his mana was gone just like that. It was because of all of these reasons that he usually didn't show off this skill of his and even if he did, it was in a last ditch effort to save his life.

However, more than that, the reason he kept avoiding using this skill was because he could only use this skill once.

The [Scale rejuvenation] had an insanely long activation cooldown which made it a skill that cannot be used very often. Shasurna would have liked to keep it as his last resort when facing Gil-Garna later.

However, the situation was so that he couldn't help himself from not using the skill.

Furious and frustrated out of his mind, he could only begrudgingly set his attention away and towards the battlefield.

The sweltering rain of flames covered hundreds of meters and turned a small part of the dungeon into a blackened ground as could be seen in front of them.

As far as they laid their eyes, they could only see scorched earth and fire that was yet to die out. There were no signs of the demon anywhere.

 'He managed to dodge the attack?!'

All the three kings had the same thought in their minds.