Volume 9 Chapter 13 (1/2)

~From the point of view of [Pig] Demon Lord Agares~

[Pig] Demon Lord Agares felt confident about his dungeon conquest of Avalon.

The first room was said to be the most dangerous room in Avalon. Up until now, almost all of the Demon Lords that had fought with Procell had lost a considerable portion of their war potential to the Mithril Golems and their enigmatic weapons in the very first room of Avalon.

However, Agares viewed himself different from those Demon Lords.

In his view, he had correctly appraised his enemy's war potential and made the proper countermeasures.

He might lose a powerful war potential in the form of an A rank monster that could level up, but it shouldn't be enough to hurt his overall war potential.

His [Pig] medal was an A rank medal. Considering he could produce up to 12 A rank medals in a year, he could then make, on average, four A rank monsters per year.

Actually, despite being in countless [Wars] in his 50 years of existence, Agares had accumulated and managed to keep alive over a hundred A rank monsters.

Obviously, it was difficult to level them all up, so only about 20% of his A rank monsters could level up.

Assigned to his attacking force were: 10 A rank fully leveled up A rank monsters, 50 A rank monsters with static levels, and several hundred B and C rank monsters.

This attacking force could be said to be overkill war potential against a Demon Lord that wasn't even a year old.

Furthermore, Agares had also received Holy Cranes from the anti-Procell alliance of Demon Lords. These monsters were added so that they could deal with the Darkness Dragons that unleashes wide-area destruction magic from the sky.

There could have been some issues, but Procell foolishly decided to put all of his high-ranking elves that could attack from far away into his attacking force.

And now, those troublesome elves had entered the [Transfer Labyrinth] and had been isolated from the rest of Procell's monsters.

The entrance to a [Transfer Labyrinth] would randomly send an individual to a random point, but getting in through the designated exit point would not trigger such an effect. As such, the large force sent to crush the elves simply had to travel the route that would lead to their targets.

”This war, I win.”

Agares believed his victory was within arm's reach.

He believed that the only way for Procell's numerically inferior war potential to win would be through a swift offensive. If so, it made sense why Procell put all of his [Monsters of the Covenant] into his attacking force.

Unfortunately, Agares perceived that and made plans to take advantage of it.

He stalled Procell's attacking force as much time as possible and then, upon reaching a certain point, separated them from one another.

In the meantime, his own attacking force was making great progress toward breaking Procell's crystal.

Despite being pleased with his plan, Agares couldn't help but feel a small measure of regret since this plan wouldn't give him the chance to fuck Procell's monsters, including the Elder Dwarf that used that cheap trap on him. Even so, increasing the certainty of breaking Procell's crystal took priority over such wants, he thought.

And while thinking of such things, he used his crystal to watch the ensuing battles in his dungeon.

At the moment, the isolated elves and a large group of his orcs have encountered one another.

”Yes, as I thought”

The elves' enigmatic weapons were one-sidedly downing one orc after another. However, in the end, it was but a simple attack. If the orcs rushed en masse, there was nothing to be worried about.

The elves were steadily retreating. However, given that they were in a [Transfer Labyrinth] where the only way to get out was through the designated exit point, it wouldn't have been long before the elves were chased into a corner and then slaughtered.

After a while, the elves were driven to that corner.

The elves had stop firing. Because their weapons were projectile-shooting weapons, running out of ammunition was an inevitability.

And even though the elves could use their wind magic instead of their weapons, their wind magic didn't have enough force, especially not against the orcs. It might be enough to cut through the orcs' tough skin and flesh, but making it all the way through the bone would be quite difficult.

A high-ranking elves' wind magic could deliver a killing blow, but compared to flame magic or some such, the elves' wind magic would consume a lot more magic power. And when from a great distance away, perhaps even an S rank monster could only make 1 or 2 shots.

As such, the orcs became aroused even more from looking at the premium goods known as the high-ranking elves before them.

They roared and then approached their prey.

”Yes”

Agares exclaimed so after drinking his celebratory liquor.

He then focused his vision on the Ancient Elf who was currently clad in jade-green-colored wind.

In that form, the S rank monster was so beautiful, she managed to steal even the [Pig] Demon Lord's heart.

In the following moment, however, the supposed to be powerless wind crushed most of Agares's large army all at once.

In his shock, he dropped the glass that held his drink.

Impossible, Agares thought. His victory was supposed to be assured the moment he separated Procell's monsters.

The few surviving orcs were overcome by fear and thus began to flee.

Just as they were doing so though, they encountered another group of Procell's monsters and were eliminated.

”No. Such thing, unforgivable”

Agares shouted so while kicking a couch and sending it flying.

Having his certain-victory strategy be overturned like this wounded his pride deeply.

At that moment, a subordinate of his appeared before him.

Even though this subordinate's fighting capabilities were relatively low, it was one of the goblins assigned to be Agares's staff officers for its intelligence and excellent capabilities for information analysis.

”I have a report, sir. It's about the force sent to Avalon.”

Agares took a deep breath and began to listen.

It took him great effort to regain his composure, but he calmed down nonetheless.

Being bested by the elves was outside of his expectations, but overall, it didn't matter much. Everything was fine so long as they broke Avalon's crystal first. However…

”…almost all of them have been eliminated. At present, the few that have survived are desperately defending the [Transfer] array that have been set up in the second dungeon room. Please advise us on how to proceed: should we use the [Transfer] array and send reinforcements or should we evacuate from there, regroup, and attack again?”

The staff officer's recommendations were sound.

Through the established Transfer array, they were able to send a large group of monsters to the second room. Once it was gone, they would have to start the conquest of Avalon right from the beginning. But then, the monster they used to break through the first room was now gone. That meant that even if they could make it to the second room again, their losses would be higher this time.