Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

879 Chapter 879- Three Headed Boss Frog

They had already descended so many floors and overcame numerous monsters and complex mechanisms on their way. Even if it was an unusual dungeon, there has to be a limit for things right? There is no way there could be more floors like these after this.

"It's your wish if you want to believe me or not. In any case, you can always give it a try. However, I wonder if you really want to gamble with the remaining lives of your clansmen"...

"I know you are a very ambitious men. You have been amassing your strength and slowly building your clan to eventually surpass all the other king clans. You don't want to share the throne but sit on it by yourself. So do you really want to destroy all your efforts like this?"

There was a silence for a while as none of the parties said anything after that. However, this silence didn't last for long and was broken by Gil-Garna who tightly gripped the transmission conch.

"Enough with your nonsense. I know that you won't allow a safe passage to the dungeon core without any reason. What are you scheming?" he barked out.

"What a rude thing to say. However, since you have asked let me tell you what I want..."...

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A few distance away, the allied clans who felt the presence of one of the seven kings, started gathering near him.

They who had been randomly teleported to all across the floor, were struggling to fight the monsters and working their way out.

To make matters worse, they couldn't even contact their superiors or the ones directly above them. In a state where they were uncertain about what was going on, they could only wander around randomly trying to find their comrades and superiors.

At a time like this, the ogre king's presence was like a beacon of light drawing the uncertain and the lost towards him. .

When these members say him, they hurriedly kneeled and gave their respect.

The former nodded, looked around before asking "Do any of you know where we are?"...

"Yes, this area seems to be the border of south eastern region of the floor. If we head further south from here, we will eventually hit the wall" one of the subordinates answered.

"I see, it looks like we were teleported quite far. Anyways, how is the exploration going? Have you guys met with the others yet?"...

"About that, we tried to contact our superiors and leaders. However, we are unable to get in touch with them. We also tried to find others around the area but other than the ones we started with, we haven't found anyone else yet"...

"Right now, we were in the midst of exploring this area of the floor. We just came here thinking that we might discover something inside the ruins, when we found you here"...

Hearing the subordinates reply, Yverza made a conflicted face. From what he could tell, quite some time must have passed while he was clearing the area he was teleported to.

Then there was also the fight he was engaged not long ago. Adding up all that, quite some time must have passed. By now, the allied army which was scattered throughout the floor should have gathered themselves or at least made communication with the rest of the allied or clan or so he thought.

However, the answer he received was different from his expectations.

What was going on? Why didn't any of the leaders and direct subordinates selected to lead the allied clans send any reports or try to handle the situation yet?

Feeling something off, Yverza took out his transmission conch. That was when he noticed that he had received several transmission calls from his subordinates.

However, the transmissions were all interrupted and weren't properly disseminated.

"Gorm can you hear? Durak are you there? Respond if you find my transmission. Dammit, what are they doing? Why is no one picking up my transmission?" the Ivory Terraquake Rhino spat in frustration.