Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

After the tattered black robe was torn apart a bulky, masculine body came into view. Its entire body was crimson red and packed with explosive muscles. It had a demonic face with fangs protruding out from its mouth and a single horn on its forehead. Stout arms and sharp claws that looked like they could tear apart everything were releasing a dreadful aura. His entire presence was giving off a savage and bloodthirsty feeling, like that of a being who was addicted to killing.

It roared and flapped its wide bat-like wings that generated an intense burst of wind in its wake.

Watching his subordinate full of vigour and eagerness to fight, Gelgar smirked and pointed below "Kill them all". He only spoke three short words but the intent behind was very clear and precise.

Right after his short sentence, the demonic being dived below and submerged itself into the marsh. BOOM... the momentum of his dive was so great that a huge volume of water rose up high into the sky and spoke of the great confidence the being had in its power to dive into the marshland filled with Scaly Lower Dragonlings and Pirodiles.

Mike and Berd looked at the scene with astonishment. They weren't surprised by its power nor by its reckless charge into the marsh but by the act of their lord Gelgar who deemed it necessary to release it. They were well aware of its incredible might and knew that the guarding monsters down below didn't stand a chance, heck even if it was the both of them joining hands, they would barely be able to hold him down.

The demonic being that dove below just now was the [C] rank subordinate of their lord which was summoned through the dungeon a few years ago.

It was a race called Great Blood Ogre, a superior species of the ogre tribe. The Great blood Ogre exercised so much power that even Demon Barons like them were not its match. Its bloodthirsty and berserk nature made it a very difficult subordinate to control. And its stubborn temperament which refuses to bow to those weaker than it made it so that only their lord could control it.

Even though the great blood ogre joined Gelgar's dungeon after them, its position was higher than theirs and only below their lord. That is to say that not only was the great blood ogre more powerful than them, its position was also superior to them.

Gelgar was a demon who only valued subordinates who were useful to him. It didn't matter if the subordinate was serving for a long time, if they were incompetent he would quickly discard of them. And Gelgar valued the great blood ogre more than them. Why wouldn't he? unlike them who had reached their growth limit due to their impure bloodline, the great blood ogre was a [C] tier subordinate and the heights it could reach was far higher than them.

ROOAAARRRR a loud roar sounded from below attracting their attention. A flood of mud and water rose into the air and two shadows could be seen rising amidst it. The Great Blood Ogre named Gourd held a struggling lizardman in its claws that looked like a child compared to its tanky frame. Its mouth was munching on a lump of meat that seemed to be something out of a Pirodile.

For Mike and Berd, this scene was all too familiar to them and they knew that once Gourd starts its massacre, nobody could stop its rampage other than their lord Gelgar. In terms of brutalness, he was on par with Gelgar and in terms of power, he was only slightly below him.

After swallowing the content of its mouth, the Great Blood Ogre started tearing the lizardman limb by limb with its sharp claws. The lizardmen roared in pain and writhed its body trying to get away from it's grasp but to no avail.

The scaly exterior of the lizardmen that boasted a high defense was as thin as paper in front of it. As it tormented the lizardmen, a savage smile was planted on its demonic face that showed its incisive fangs. Its hideous mouth still had the remains of blood and flesh of its last prey.

Finishing off the lizardman it dove down once again and started clawing and munching on the pirodiles and lizardmen once again. Loud shrieks and angry roars could be heard intermittently while pieces of flesh and torn limbs surfaced after every few seconds.

There was no need to even say whose piece of flesh they were as the guarding monsters were one-sidedly slaughtered. Hordes of monsters surrounded and attacked the great blood ogre from all directions but to no avail. The sharp claws and fangs of the guarding monsters which could previously tear apart the hard skin of armoured drillman and others with ease were ineffective against Gourd.

No matter how the lizardmen and pirodiles clawed him, they couldn't put a single scratch on the crimson red skin of Gourd. With a deep grating demonic sound, it laughed out loud "Uahahaha it's all useless… all your struggles are useless in front of my power... scream as you die [Berserk]". An extremely brutal aura that threatened to materialise itself, engulfed Gourd as soon he activated his skill and raised his power even further.

Great waves were rising above the surface of the marsh as large bursts of mud and water rose into the air one after the other.. The already crimson swamp was dyed even more crimson from the blood of the inhabitants of the ninth floor.