Level 90 was the most normal yet weirdest thing Damian had seen so far in this dungeon.
"A.. dead city?" Veltrax murmured.
That was exactly what it was. In the last five kilometers of the 40-kilometer-long floor was a city safe behind a giant wall. It was bustling with people. Well.. monsters, but they were relatives to the pigmen Damian had saved and brought back to this dungeon.
The walls and streets of the city were heavily guarded by pigmen soldiers clad in impressive dark metal armor. It was the same metal Damian had seen back on the pigmen world; the slave chains of Alex and Maelor were made of this thing.
Over 50 second rankers, 25 transcendents, and one tyrannical hero king—A fourth ranker.
Not to mention hundreds of thousands of first-rankers pigmen foot soldiers.
Ash-gray pigmen with eerie blue eyes. An existence made by mixing the civilized pigmen and the black pigmen army turned by the demon lord.
