Chapter 688 - Arsene’s Suffering 1 (1/2)

The underground dungeons of Libiya.

In the center was the King training vigorously.

“Dark Hole!”

A gloomy spell flowed from Arsene’s mouth while he was in the center of the training center.

And then, at the tip of his finger, a deep darkness engulfing sphere began to form.

Kiiik!

As the abyss began to move, the objects within the radius of 30 meters disintegrated and began to be sucked into the sphere.

The stones on the floor were dismantled, and the nearby weapons began to get sucked in.

It seemed like if a little more time passed, the entire training center would be destroyed, maybe the dungeon could collapse.

‘Kul, still difficult to do.’

With a smile on his mouth, Arsene canceled the Dark Hole.

The dust, which was gathered because of the spell, scattered all around.

The pit which got created of about 30 meters, made Arsene feel great.

“I have recovered around 90 percent of it.”

Maybe thanks to the secret training, and intensive meditation, the pace of regaining his former abilities seemed to increase gradually.

“Now I just need to combine the power of the Dragonian and the dark magic as one.”

If those two forces could be combined, there wouldn’t be any more reason to fear Luke.

He could once again reign as the strongest person on the continent!

‘Of course, Luke wouldn’t stay at the past level either… but he won’t be able to increase his level during the mess we created for him!’

In the meantime, Arsene would cross Luke.

And would enjoy the look of defeat on Luke’s face!

It was when Arsene smiled.

Flash!

The door to the training center opened with a flash, and Zemerton entered.

And he reported the urgent news from the south.

“What?! The monster legion and the Grenada Pirates have both been smashed? Already? How does that even happen?!”

At Arsene’s question, Zemerton went down on his knee and spoke in a trembling voice.

“I apologize for it, but it is all true! I couldn’t believe the information so I checked and checked…”

Because of the constant checks, it took a few more days for the report to reach Arsene.

There were also warlocks who confirmed the authenticity of the information, but they thought if a wrong report was presented to Arsene, they would be killed right away.

And as expected, Arsene’s wrath was already on him.

“Ackkkk!”

The air around the dungeon seemed heavy at once.

“Kuak!”

Zemerton’s complexion went white, and he was lying flat on the floor spitting blood and clenching his chest.

Even though his entire body was used to dark magic, his body felt devastated from the inside.

It was because Arsene’s wrath was, Dragonic Fear.

Arsene had absorbed around 60 percent of the Dragonian power, and sometimes the power would come out without his knowledge.

“Ple-please don’t be angry!”

At the pleading voice of Zemerton, Arsene withdrew Dragonic Fear.

“How on earth could they destroy the army of over 100,000 monsters and a fleet of 1,3000 in less than 15 days? What the hell were Lenuk and Kazel doing until all this happened?!”

Arsene, along with the monster army of Libiya, sent in warlocks—the elders of the squad to make sure that the plan went along.

And then sent in Margareta to seduce Fernando.

Nevertheless, they couldn’t even hold Symphonia back for one month!

With no damage to Symphonia.

“Couldn’t they push ahead? Ask those two what happened!”

“Ye, well! Both of them were killed.”

Lenuk who led the monster legion fell into the trap of the Symphonia troops and died, and Kazel who went to Grenada as the envoy of Libiya Kingdom got caught and was hanged while he tried to flee from the attack of the Holy Empire.

“Damn it! Elders couldn’t even run away?”