The King of the Battlefield Chapter 267

They were awesome statistics.

Even if there weren’t any additional stats, the status window showed the powers that come close to Bae Seungmin’s.

Who would have thought that the base stats would be strengthened by a peercentage?

The skills, or even the base stats, there were nothing to throw away.

At this level, even Enros would not be a match.

He dared to say that this was the most powerful monster ever.

Muyoung smiled with satisfaction.

“I’ll leave it to you now.”

This type of exhaustion was felt for the first time in a long while.

The feeling that his own body was not like his own.

Was it because he has been torn apart and regenerated a countless number of times?

Krrah?

Crimson Balrog shook.

Perhaps, he was more surprised to have such feelings for the first time.

His consciousness became blurred.

Muyoung spoke the final words as he closed his eyes.

The words that would turn everything upside down.

“I trust you.”

Plop!

The King of the Dead sneered and laughed internally.

‘You have created something quite great, but….’

It was unexpected. He did not anticipate that something like that would be created.

He has created the form of Crimson Balrog by integrating every form of resentment. It was a unique monster that might appear and might not appear, at the same time, like chimera.

However, the problem was from that point on.

Krrrrrraaah!!

Crimson Balrog did not listen.

The cries of curse. It was an embarrassment to have created such a monster that listened to no one for someone who was competing in the art of death.

The creation that he had himself made did not listen to him.

But then the bastard went a step further.

‘It’s gone mad.’

By foregoing defense, he was taking all the attacks without any resistance.

No matter how great the ‘level’ was, even for Muyoung, taking such hits would be risky.

It was like an act of suicide.

‘I’m the victor of this battle.’

The King of the Dead turned his head.

Although it wasn’t sitting well with him for winning for doing almost nothing, it wasn’t something that he would reject.

As the bastard has voluntarily walked towards death, the King of the Dead just needed to seize the victory at leisure.

And not too long after, he has completed his creation.

The Fire Beast, the shape of fire, itself.

Whoowooong! Whooooowoung!

Would the God of Fire be like this?

The assembled fire was flaring up like active volcano.

The essence and sprit of fire, it was a harmonious creation from combining the fire monsters.

However, it wasn’t just a fire. Even hell fire wouldn’t come close.

‘The fire that destroys everything.’

The King of the Dead was satisfied. The level of its completion was in the top three among his creations of all time.

However, as far as ‘purity’ was concerned, nothing came close.

The fire in its extremity ignores all attributes.

‘Did they say that Haures, the fire demon god, was destroyed with fire by Diablo?’

He had an idea from that story.

Even though he was a ruler of the northern region, he was well aware of everything that was going on in the demon world. And what certainly has attracted him was the appearance of Diablo.

Was it possible to destroy the Fire Demon God with fire?

However, he thought that it was possible as he gazed upon what has just been created.

‘This fire that has been strengthened to the ultimate, and thus became pure would crush every lesser fire.’

No foe was to be feared at this level of completion.

No matter how awesome a monster this bastard created, it would be rendered useless before this Fire Beast.

The King of the Dead was confident.

There could be no defeat.

For someone like himself, who has trained for several hundred years in the Art of Death, it was impossible for him to lose to someone who had an embarrassingly low level of training in the same skill.

“…I believe.”