The King of the Battlefield Chapter 264

The pride of being a death artist and the future were riding on this battle.

Muyoung had intended to take everything from Death Lord and also gain the King of the Dead.

Cheating did not occur to him.

The only solution was to face it head on.

‘He came of his own volition. I should face it personally, by myself.’

He walked towards the black hole.

Then the underlings of the King of the Dead surrounded Muyoung. They were determined to not let anyone else enter through the hole.

Even the Demon Gods could not move hastily.

It seemed as if the King of the Dead has brought all of his troops with him.

By looking purely at the numbers, they were as many as there were demons.

Of course, if they were to engage in direct confrontation, the Demon Gods would be superior, but they would still suffer significant damages.

It was because every one of the undead were the personal creations of the King of the Dead.

“I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Muyoung entered the hole.

Whirl!

The black hole disappeared without a trace.

It was a feeding ground.

The dungeon was filled with crying monsters in cages.

“I’ve captured them for this battle. From the lowest of the goblins, to the highest of the dragons. If any of the ingredients are needed, you may use them at will.”

The King of the Dead said as if he was being generous.

The dungeon was much more spacious then anyone could have imagined, and there were monsters that Muyoung has never seen before.

It looked as if all the monsters of the demon world were kept there.

‘Impressive.’

Not only by the sheer numbers, but he was awed by the fact that this many types were collected.

Muyoung walked around the feeding ground. The ranks of the monsters rose higher as Muyoung walked towards the end, and dragons were positioned at the end.

Fire dragon, water dragon, earth dragon, light dragon….

Even those legendary ones like Phoenix and Griffin!

“What should I make?”

“That will be assigned by Artanis.”

The Death Lord will tell us that himself?

It was then.

The words that appeared before his eyes.

They were different than the usual writings.

It was an incredibly bad writing as if the Death Lord had scrawled it himself.

Although he did not appear in person, it was obvious that this, too, was considered a test.