Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

At the moment of obtaining the Storm Tamer, Temude saw the introduction of the Magic Words emerge.

A mere glance was enough for his brain to understand what these combined characters meant.

However, the current situation was urgent, leaving him no time for contemplation and reflection. He had already jumped from the throne, holding the Storm Tamer with both hands, his combat movements synchronized with his thoughts.

The endless storm converged on the blade of the Great Sword, forming a whirlwind so solid it seemed almost materialized, showcasing formidable power.

Are there two Storm Tamers? Was the one in my hands originally given by Youmu to someone he didn’t trust?

In the moment of confusion in his mind, he smashed the storm-wrapped blade towards Youmu!

Gravity Magic instantly closed the distance between the two, the technique called "Storm King" fully erupted, sweeping towards Youmu’s upper body at a range even the Onion Knight couldn’t reach.

"Boom—"

The gale, akin to a Light Cannon, collided against Youmu’s upper body, blowing away the traces of soot left by flames, revealing an almost unscathed body.

Indeed, the flames used earlier had little effect; the Giant King’s resistance to fire was far higher than imagined.

But there’s no need to worry about those now, for a storm could topple a great tree!

Roaring flames immediately shattered the Armor in a head-on collision, transforming into myriad blades that left countless scars on Youmu’s skin. This direct damage made one realize just how outrageous the Storm Tamer really was.

"So strong, Your Highness the Prince!" came the exclamation from the warriors nearby, all shocked that a second Storm Tamer existed!

Youmu took the storm head-on; his massive figure couldn’t help but lean backward, seemingly about to fall awkwardly backward.

But then a new storm burst from behind him, a not-too-weak yet not-too-strong gale smacked into his back, both leaving scars and using the recoil to help Youmu stand upright again.

"Ah! What a pity!" Someone voiced their regret.

If only Youmu could obediently collapse like before, it would provide them the time to attack. Then, everyone would rush to rip him apart like hyenas upon a corpse!

Such a scene would hardly be dignified, not for Youmu nor the warriors, but this was combat.

Temude glanced at the Onion Knight who attacked behind Youmu, his lips subtly curved upwards; he thoroughly understood this fellow’s selfish intentions previously displayed.

"To say nothing less than a friend of the Ember King, saving a touch of dignity even now."

He slammed the ground with one hand, and instantly a large Meteorite Ball shot out beneath his feet, lifting him to Youmu’s height.

"Then I’ll be the villain!"

The Combat Skill "Storm King" relies on the duration of power storage and the amount of Magic Power infused to control the storm’s potency and speed. Temude swiftly lunged a strike towards the enemy from afar, yet the storm generated was merely the size of an Arrow, merely piercing Youmu’s skin.

It truly needs prolonged power storing to deliver a fierce blow; the scene reminded him of times hunting Monsters with the Great Sword in the forest.

Well then... let’s use the stance of a true power-storing slash to wield the Storm Tamer!

Youmu’s attack came from the side, and Temude immediately maneuvered the Meteorite Ball to evade continuously in all directions. Though successfully dodging several attacks, he failed to gather power as a result. Seeing this, a group of warriors quickly came to assist, each unleashing their ultimate move, successfully attracting Youmu’s attention from Temude.

Temude took the opportunity to inflict several more wounds on Youmu, the previously indestructible body of the Giant King seemed quite fragile under the sword blade of the Storm Tamer, like a can meeting its designated can opener.

But leaving wounds was secondary; his true purpose was to shatter the opponent’s Armor at key points. Instantly, metal fragments from the shattered Armor clattered down, revealing Youmu’s upper body nearly entirely.

The physique was robust, powerful, yet also scorched dry from flames.

By this point, the Giant King was nearly entering his final berserk state. The warriors were chased by him all over the field, yet their mobility drastically reduced by omnipresent white mist, leaving them very passive.

"It’s time."

Temude leaped down next to the Onion Knight, who had just unleashed a storm and was panting heavily.

"The moment has come," he patted the Onion Knight’s shoulder "Let the Ember King return to the throne."

"Hmm...."

A muffled sound echoed under the Onion Knight’s helmet, his deep tone truly rare.

"Though I don’t know your story, but I shall help you accomplish your duty, go forth!"

Temude lifted the Storm Tamer, his legs straddled firmly upon the earth, assuming a mighty power-storage stance.

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