Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 23: Walpurgis Invitation

Simon rode on top of the demonic warhorse for a while enjoying the fast-changing sceneries. They passed by numerous mountains and towering trees, hordes of monsters down below. He also saw the pond he discovered previously. Their carefree flight lasted for a while before Simon decide to level up the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse. With that decided he immediately lowered their altitude to search for suitable groups of monsters.

They flew towards the east side of the forest where the weakest monsters could be found. After searching for a while they found a group of ten orcs lazing on top of a small hill. He decided to test its strength on them. Urging the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse to fly towards them, they directly charged towards the group. Alerted by the sound of air being torn apart they started waking up. Large clouds of dust rose as the warhorse flapped its wing and roared at the orcs while landing in front of them.

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Orcs were a low intelligent race that only knows how to hunt. Immediately they started charging after seeing them land. Simon looked at this scene but did not make any move. He patted the warhorse and said, “Let’s see what you can do.”

After the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse heard what he said, it roared at the orcs charging at them. A dark baleful aura erupted out from its body and battered at the charging orcs sending them flying backward. Black smoke started coming out of the orcs as their bodies started corroding and turning into ash. Their anguished roars filling the surroundings.

“This must be the effect of Dark Magic Mastery. Honestly, it’s quite dangerous. Hmmm? When it levels up wouldn’t it be quite powerful and it’s still ranked as [B]?.”

“Then how powerful will [A] and [S] rank be.”

As he thought till here he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was curious as to what rank the Heroes he could summon from his [Main Menu] compared to the summon subordinates of the dungeon menu. On that note, a few days ago the dungeon finally created an emblem that it can only produce one every month.

The emblem was coin-shaped and charcoal grey. A black demon with golden tattoos and wings unfurled was carved in it. Every dungeon produces its own unique emblems that can only be used by the dungeon master. There can never be two similar emblems produced by two different dungeons. They are used to summon subordinates for the dungeon master from the [Summon] option of the Dungeon’s menu. The more emblems you use at once the higher the rank of the subordinates but the chances of a high rank is as low as the phoenix’s wing and a maximum of three can be used at once.

Simon had something he wanted to try and was waiting for the dungeon to produce a total of three emblems. After a while all the orcs died due to corrosion and their only remains were a pile of grey ash. If the novice tier of dark magic was this powerful, he could only wonder how powerful the intermediate and advance tier was. Urging the warhorse they started looking for new prey as they flew across the sky.

“As expected of the four rare forms of manas, they are in a whole different league. Well since I’m a demon now shouldn’t I be able to use dark magic…hmm?.”

The Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse neighed as if telling him he too will be able to use it.