The pressure spell did not work on the black metal titan. The only reason that made sense was..

'The spell is not physical but psychological? It needs a consciousness to work?'

Sulthar reached meters from the black giant. The lightning wormhole was about to activate to swallow the large dragon. But Sulthar could already sense it and skillfully went around to release the intense steam of his body on the golem and slash the black metal with his steel-strong claws.

Grabbing the black titan in a crushing hug, Sulthar launched his powerful hellfire directly from the neck to the inside of the dark titan.

The black golem did not falter though, and rotated its hand that held Heiryul's sword and pushed with all its might towards Sulthar's back. But what lousy support he will be if he let that happen?

Damian was flying towards the tussling duo, but his runic circles, attached with mana threads, had already reached near them. At once, two dozen spells activated.

Large blue chains erupted from the red land and were buried inside the black metal. The internal cold produced immediate results of jamming the small moving parts. Two giant golden replicas of Damian grew tall and wide, grabbing the two dark metal arms of the golems to block the attack.

Sulthar's hellfire tore the golem in two, dark blue liquid spilling out of the broken parts. With the opportunity at hand, Damian unleashed his own hellfire and burned a hole in the chest of the golem. Plucking the dark red core right out of it with one of his giant replica hands.

The golem lost the power channeling through it. The giant sword fell out of the weakened hands.

Seconds before Damian pulled the core, the golem's dark body was slowly trying to cover itself in a layer of blue solid air shield. There was even a half constructed gianr runic circle for a mass area gravity reversal spell.

'How in the hell is this thing supposed to be faced by normal people!?'

Even a hundred transcendents would find it difficult to deal with this monstrosity; the battle would not be won without sacrifices.

Sulthar cancelled his hellfire midway through, realizing the golem was done for. The guy knew Damian collected valuable items. The body of this black titan was probably the most valuable thing they had come across.

It was severely broken and melted from the middle, but still, it had enough things to salvage. Damian placed it in his spatial storage.

A white orb of light danced around Damian, excitedly celebrating their win as he landed in the wasteland. If this thing was going to stay around him forever, it would get pretty annoying very soon.

Still, this floor of the dungeon was a weird thing. Were these remnants of his existence in pigman world always in this dungeon, or had been added recently? Because of this dungeon, he travelled to the pigman world. But the Sun God created the dungeon while becoming a fifth ranker way before he killed the guy. And Highswords were protecting this dungeon for over a thousand years.

'What is this mind fuck?'

It went way past a simple time-travel paradox. Damian couldn't even confirm the dungeon thing because no one had reached this far before.

Highsword guys will have to work really hard if they want to clear their own dungeon.

Level 96 turned out to be the same polished 5km square room closed from all sides. Only this time it was dark red and filled with black army of monsters.

Another familiar sight.

"Black pigman army.."

The whole room was packed with them. Damian roughly counted over twenty thousand mana signatures, half of which were legendary rank, the other half emperor.

Damian placed the coat of seven just in the nick of time. Hundreds of fire, ice, and psychic streams crashed onto the invisible barrier a second later. Even while getting hurt, being in the path of other monster attacks, the darl army crowded them from all around. Punching and biting on the barrier.

The force was so spread out and massive, even the coat of seven started to crack. Damian and Sulthar exchanged a glance for a second and prepared themselves. Standing back to back, they launched a beam of hellfire, one bright gold-red and other abyssal black.

They incinerated everything around them in short distance. But the flesh of charred ones protected the ones behind. Damian added dozens of laser spells as both left the surface, flying up. The black ones that had ugly wings followed behind while the rest kept aiming with their singular attacks. Some tried to jump and grab onto them, but more often they only plummeted down on other monsters.

Damian and Sulthar started a bloody massacre with swords and flames. Damian used multiple massive wormhole spells to drop them from high on each other, high-pressure water jets to cut down large numbers at once, and even a god-killer black fire spell covered sword arcs that left a dark fire behind, which could not be stopped by any normal means and spread across the floor.

Multiple giant mini sun spheres were flying all around, coupled with Sulthar's hellfire and superfast brute force swordsmanship. Each target of the obsidian sword was filled with boiling magma after every cut.

The massacre was never-ending, and time was limited, so Damian and Sulthar cut through a path, moving forward while fighting tooth and nail. As opponents, they were barely noteworthy compared to other monsters in the dungeon, but the sheer number of them was problematic.

Though, just a flesh wall and a waste of precious time to him.

Floors 97 and 98 were the same, just increasingly twenty-five and thirty thousand black pigmen mutation monsters packed in the same limited blood red room. As if the dungeon itself was saying, you need to paint all these walls red in order to proceed.

Time was of the essence, or Damian wouldn't let even a single legendary escape his clutches. All experience points were precious. Such a massive horde of nicely placed legendaries was a rare thing.

It was a shame his dungeon plane was fixed, or it would have been an ultimate experience farming place.

Damian had to put up a massive, thick platform very close to the ceiling on level 98 to have some breathing time. If luck was on their side, level 99 would be just like this one, but if the dungeon was a hundred levels big, the second last level always had a secondary boss.

They had to prepare themselves before proceeding further.

"I can send you back," Damian offered. "If it's the same as this, I will get you back."

Sulthar looked deep in his eyes and stated, "You won't."

"Yeah, I won't." Damian confessed with a smile.

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