Chapter 881- Breaking the Allied Clans

881 Chapter 881- Breaking the Allied Clans

"This... can't be... Durak can't die so easily. He is one of my strongest men. He can't die by a mere monster"

After the silence, came denial. Yverza was in disbelief, the one of his strongest subordinates ended up dying. If it was an information coming off from somebody else, he would have just scoffed at it or killed the informer on the spot.

However, the information came from none other than from one of his direct subordinates. Someone who was present there during the incident.

BANG... A powerful energy blast immediately crushed the nearby area and Yverza flew up, unfurling his mana wings. His destination— the Hidden Forge.

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Back inside the Main hall of the Main Floor. Simon and the others looked on as Bea appeared along with Melinda, the Queen of the harpies in tow.

As soon as she entered, the first thing she did was bow towards the master of the dungeon Simon, while exuding her natural sultry aura.

Grrr... in front of her, Bea growled like a wild cat when she saw that.

Melinda ignored her and continued to nod her head towards the other members inside the hall. Being the Queen of the Harpies who was used to managing a large clan by herself, she was very good when it came to governing.

The ones seated inside were people who were closest and most trusted by the dungeon master. Naturally, she knew how to make an impression on them.

The others also returned back her greeting. To be able to come here, no the very fact that she was able to set foot here on the Main Floor showed her standing and the Dungeon Master's attitude towards her.

Simon observed his subordinates before initiating the conversation.

"How are those three?" he posed a question. The three he mentioned were none other than the previous three overlords of the forest who now became his subordinates.

That said, her surprise didn't last long as her attention was taken over by the events transpiring on the 90th floor shown by the multiple windows floating around the hall.

The trap that she had set, the transmission call that she had made to Gil-Garna on Simon's orders was slowly spreading all over the alliance like a virus.

That's right, the transmission call was none other than the idea of the Dungeon Master. At first, even she thought that it was an unusual plan and was not sure if it would help.

However, seeing the events that were transpiring now in front of her eyes, she finally understood how devious and impressive the idea was.

At the same time, she couldn't help but feel awe and fear at the man who came up with such an idea.

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90th floor... the Hidden Gallows.

Yverza stood before what could now only be called as the remains of what used to be his subordinate and slowly looked down.

His hands were clenched and his endogenous armour reflected his veins that were bulged due to anger.

How long had passed? Yverza continued to stand there motionless even after the remains were gobbled up by the dungeon. Due to his helmet and the inclination of his head, it was unknown what kind of expression he was making.

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