Chapter 107
A giant steel shutter door was down on one side of the multipurpose hall of Research Sector 9, larger than a sports stadium. Two groups glared warily at each other before the shutter door, which they assumed led to the boss room.
“Hoot! What a sorry state you’re in, Krypta! Where are you taking your remnants?” the owl birdfolk Saurix asked, mocking the Honor Knights whose number was reduced to the three-hundreds.
“Damn owl! What deplorable trick have you pulled?!” Krypta shouted.
He wondered, How has he conserved so many of his forces?
The birdfolk group of Clan Gliders numbered in the nine-hundreds, almost the same as when they first entered the dungeon. It was thanks to the angel Seriel, who disguised himself as a birdfolk to enter the dungeon, breaking the agreement.
“Hoot! No tricks. Isn’t it only natural that the birdfolk, an intermediate race, are above the inferior undead?”
“Bullshit!” Krypta clenched his greatsword and gritted his teeth.
At this rate, they’ll take the closing rights from us, along with my long-cherished wish!
Krypta’s red eyes under his black helmet blazed furiously. He held his greatsword erect. Geometrical signs were densely engraved on its spine, and a horned demon was sculpted on its guard.