Chapter 556 Reaching Floor 4

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Once we reached Floor 4, we were greeted with the smell of molten rock. The caves were now filled with small rivers of lava everywhere and the stone had become red. Crimson-colored crystals grew on top of the ceiling, and big, red mushrooms decorated the place.

At the distance, we heard the sound of drums, and as we walked across the caves, we saw several bones and corpses lying around, several decorations made of bones as well, and totems and masks as well as weapons being crafted from bones and other materials lying around, including those blue and red crystals growing in the ceiling.

"This is the sound of… drums?" Wondered Erika. "What the heck? Are the Orcs playing drums? And where are they?"

"Don't lower your guard everyone, the last time we did they almost got Erika's face." I sighed. "Be careful too."

"Okay…!" Erika nodded, her senses sharpened.

There wasn't any branching route, but a straight corridor into the end of the Floor, the biggest room, the Boss Room. He was there, waiting us with all the other monsters.

The drums became louder and more terrifying the closer we got. It almost felt as if… they were celebrating we were here. For some bizarre reason. The bubbling rivers of lava didn't worked at calming down our uneasiness either.

As we reached the last Room, we saw them. Perhaps about a hundred Orcs, their skin was not green like the others, but red. And atop a large throne made of bones, the largest Orc I've ever seen sat down, tusks so big they came out of his lower jaws, long black hair, and golden eyes with white horns growing from his forehead, black runes over his red skin. While the Red Orcs were all four meters, this guy was six meters, a giant.

This was the infamous Boss of the Ogre's Den Dungeon, the Red Orc Druid King, a powerful Orc not only on physical strength, but that possessed amazing magical capabilities. The Red Orcs here were no pushovers either, being as strong as the Orc Chief, at E+++ Rank.

And the boss? It is most likely D+ Rank, in a whole other level than these other guys. His very presence exuded a strong pressure… Although it didn't really affected me nor most of my friends aside from the weaker ones.

"Kachek grukah shakh… Kehahahaha…" The Red Orc Druid King laughed, his golden eyes glowing menacingly. He pointed his fingers at us, I decided to translate what he was saying.

"You, bold enough to conquer my lair, are nothing but a bunch of tiny little rats. You have entered hell itself! Do not expect mercy, even if you're younglings! My men have yet to taste such fresh meat in a while."

"This bastard's saying all of that?!" Chris wondered.

"How come you know Orcish Tongue?" Asked Elfriedden in surprise.

"I have a Translation Skill." I made an excuse.

"Translation Skill? Such things don't exist…" Sighed Elfriedden.

"Hey long ears, we don't got time right now, get to it!" Erdrich told Elfriedden, as we saw all the Red Orcs rushing at us together, a whole army of them.

"K R U H A A A!"

The Red Orc Druid King waved his long staff, unleashing a wave of red magic that reached his subordinates, in an instant, their bodies grew even burlier than before and their magic power increased. This was a Buffing Spell for sure.

"GRAAAAAAH!"

"GRAAAA!"

"RAAAHAHHA!"

The Red Orcs charged towards us furiously.

"I guess there's no point in holding back any longer…"

I sighed inwardly, as I summoned all the Summon Cards I had prepared for this occasion. Sixty Fenrirs showed up, forty Orcus and Dracos, and tons of other lesser Summons, alongside small squadrons of Armored Skeletons and Blood Zombies.

Fire Salamander in the back and flying Huginn and Falcos in the skies. Spores for status effects to weaken our foes, and a Moby to boost our evasion. And of course, tons of Queens, the giant Bees, which I've been multiplying into a massive swarm of thousands of small, cat-sized bees.

If this is not enough, Saphira is here. I already gave her the command of raising any Red Orc that was slain into a "Undead Friend" of hers. She has a maximum capacity though, much like me, of around 40, but that's more than enough.

"You're not the only one with an army." I smiled back at the Red Orc Druid King, his face distorting in shock and anger as both armies clashed against one another.

My friends unleashed all kinds of flashy, elemental spells and skills, covering the field with flames, roots, spears made of wood, freezing ice, light, and other elements converged together, as devastating explosion was caused the moment both armies clashed against one another.

CLAAAAASH!

I used the Commanding Skill alongside my other three Spirits to grant an insane amount of Stat Boosts to my friends and the many Familiars, so the stats could even out, as Familiars always had lower stats than their original monster they're based off, but the more buffs to their stats I give to them, the more even this fight can become.

Fenrirs melded into the shadows while biting through the legs of the Red Orcs, tearing them apart. Orcus charged together against them, crushing the Red Orcs. The Fire Salamanders fired from afar countless fireballs, a rain of flames reached the opposite army accompanied by Huginn and Falco's Shadow Beams and Shadow Feather Projectiles and Wind Gusts and Slicing Whirlwinds.

Spore began spreading spores to paralyze and poison the Red Orcs while being carried by the birds, becoming harder to be aimed at. Meanwhile, the Dracos, the strongest of my summons, fought bravely, flying, and unleashing their fire breaths everywhere, all while slashing and biting the Red Orcs.

"Heheh, this is fun!"

Saphira, in the other side, kept herself at my side and began raising the dead Red Orcs into undead, as they joined our ranks, overwhelming our foes.

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