NOVGO.NET Chapter 220: They’re Back!
Chapter 220: They’re Back!
Meanwhile…
In another dungeon.
A world just as dry, hollow, and oppressive as the one Bruce and Sophie were fighting through, yet somehow far more suffocating. The land was cracked and lifeless, the sky above frozen in a permanent state of decay, mana flowing sluggishly as if even the world itself had given up resisting.
At the boss region of this dungeon, two silhouettes stood in silence.
One was massive, towering, broad-shouldered, muscles layered and dense beneath glistening red skin. He stood nearly two and a half meters tall, his presence alone warping the air around him. The other was slimmer, leaner, standing slightly over two meters, his posture reserved but no less dangerous.
Both bore horns.
Curved, jagged structures protruded from their heads, unmistakable markers of their race.
Demons.
As the shadows peeled away, their forms became clear. Crimson skin that reflected the dim light faintly. Eyes that glowed with cold intelligence. An eerie aura rolled off them constantly, heavy and suppressing, pressing down on the dungeon world like an invisible weight.
They radiated power.
Unsettling. Absolute.
After a long moment, the muscular demon spoke, his voice deep and calm, carrying effortless authority.
“The one clearing this Labyrinth seems… interesting,” he said. “But if this is all he can do, then claiming Velmora will be easier than I thought.”
He scoffed softly.
“I still don’t understand how my junior brother managed to lose his body in this world.” His lips curled in faint disdain. “But perhaps it’s a blessing. After being silent for so long, he’s lost that lofty demonic pride of his.”
The demon’s gaze shifted, sharp and calculating.
“With him helping from the inside, implanting Labyrinths directly into this world, conquering Velmora will be far simpler than expected.”
The slender demon beside him bowed slightly before speaking, his tone respectful and measured.
“Lord Zorvak,” he said, “please don’t forget our true objective. We are here to craft a new body for your brother. His failure during the last raid attempt is precisely what allowed us to establish a connection to this world in the first place.”
He hesitated briefly before continuing.
“This world should not be underestimated. If we fail, your father will be immensely disappointed. We must tread carefully with the information your brother has provided.”
Zorvak let out a short, dismissive laugh.
“Brother was weak,” he said flatly. “That’s why he failed. It’s a disgrace that he even shares my blood.”
His gaze turned cold.
“It’s been three days since we connected over a dozen Labyrinths to this world, and only five have been cleared.” His expression hardened further. “And the moment we spawned an SSS-ranked Labyrinth, their progress slowed to a crawl.”
He sneered.
“Only one SSS-level existence has been detected so far.”
Zorvak shook his head slowly. “At this rate, this will be far too easy.”
The demon at his side let out a low, restrained sigh.
As if sensing the doubt behind it, Zorvak turned sharply.
“Don’t question my ability, Vexor,” he said coldly. “I may exist within the same general strength range as them, but in my current state, these lowly beings can only dream of harming me.”
His aura surged subtly.
The dungeon trembled.
“This world,” Zorvak continued, voice calm but absolute, “is already halfway to kneeling. All that remains is time.”
And time…
Was something they believed they had in abundance.
As Zorvak said those words, his eyes narrowed slightly.
This SSS Labyrinth was vast, unnaturally so. Not merely large, but world-sized. Its scale rivaled Velmora itself, stretching endlessly in every direction like a twisted reflection of reality. In truth, Velmora was no different from an SSS Labyrinth or an SSS Dungeon, after all it was only an SSS world, it’s limit in every thing is SSS. The only distinction was that it housed sentient beings alongside non-sentient ones.
A living world. And that was precisely what made it valuable.
It would take far more than a single person to clear a Labyrinth of this magnitude.
Normally.
Yet the one currently moving through it was… strange.
Zorvak let out a cold scoff as his gaze remained fixed on the lone figure progressing steadily through the dungeon world.
That man was Bane… Bane Reign.
He wore a black suit tailored perfectly to his compact, imposing frame, the fabric unwrinkled despite the chaos around him. His red eyes glowed faintly, sharp and focused, as he hovered several meters above the ground, moving forward in absolute silence.
He didn’t run.
He didn’t rush.
He simply flew.
As far as the eye could see, towering skeletal entities rose from the land ahead of him, monstrous figures standing between ten and fifteen meters tall. Their frames were dense, reinforced, etched with glowing runic patterns that pulsed ominously as they moved.
They shrieked as they charged.
High, distorted cries filled the air as they surged toward him with terrifying speed.
These monsters were identical to the skeletal boss Sophie was fighting in the Labyrinth she and Bruce were raiding.
That same monstrous, insanely fast undead that refused to stay down.
Here?
They were fodder.
Disposable.
One after another, the towering skeletal constructs rushed toward Bane Reign.
But then, they collapsed.
The moment they entered the chilling dark aura radiating from his body, their movements faltered. Bones trembled. Runes flickered. Their massive frames lost cohesion as if something fundamental had been stripped away.
They slumped to the ground.
Motionless.
Unable to rise again.
Bane didn’t even look at them.
His hands remained casually tucked into his pockets as he continued flying forward, releasing nothing more than a constant, oppressive wave of his aura. It wasn’t explosive. It wasn’t dramatic.
It was simply there.
A presence so heavy that the labyrinth world itself seemed to bow beneath it.
As more skeletal giants collapsed behind him, something darker surfaced within Bane.
A thick killing intent erupted outward, sharp and suffocating.
Memories rose unbidden.
His wife.
Her final battle.
Her broken body in his arms.
He remembered the invader she had fought, one of them. He remembered the curse skill it had unleashed in desperation, a parting gift that claimed her life moments after her victory.
His jaw tightened.
Inside his pockets, his fists clenched slowly as he watched these familiar fodder beasts.
The red glow in his eyes intensified, burning brighter as his killing intent surged unchecked. The air warped around him as his speed increased drastically, his calm advance giving way to something colder, sharper.
More dangerous.
As he flew deeper into the endless dungeon world, surrounded by familiar skeletal structures and echoes of past horrors, a single thought thundered through his mind.
’They are back.’
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