I am the Demon King of the Dungeon!

Fifteen minutes later.

Five more figures appeared at the conference table in the throne room.

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on each figure.

"Demon Lord~ It's been a long time~"

The speaker was a little girl who looked no more than ten years old. She had long pink hair braided into two braids and wore a white dress with small yellow flowers embroidered on the hem.

Her skin was snow-white, and her amber eyes were large and round, making her look like an exquisite doll. If you ignored the scaly tail behind her, she would be an adorable little girl.

It is the boss of the twentieth floor—

Sandworm Pilian.

LV: 412

Unique monster.

The ruler of the desert, capable of traversing quicksand freely, its size is comparable to that of an adult dragon.

"Pirien." Arthas sat on his throne, looking at Pirien expressionlessly. "Sit still."

"Pirion is sitting so well~" Pirion swung her short legs, the chair was too high for her toes to touch the ground, making her look like a kitten sitting on a human chair. "Demon Lord, you seem to have lost weight, haven't you been eating properly? Dracula, how have you been taking care of the Demon Lord?"

In every lifetime, Arthas could never get used to the lisp, especially after seeing Perion's true face.

Dracula stood in the corner, simply adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses without saying a word.

Beside him stood a figure shrouded in a black robe, his face obscured, only two eerie green flames flickering beneath his hood. He uttered a low laugh: "Pirien, the Demon King is no child to you."

It is the boss of the twenty-first floor—

Lich - Whispers of Bones.

LV: 472

Unique monster.

Commander of the undead army, wielding the power of death, capable of summoning skeleton warriors, death knights, and bone dragons.

"Shut up, you skeleton whisperer!" Pirien puffed out his cheeks. "I wasn't talking to you!"

"Enough." Arthas raised his hand, stopping the impending argument between the two.

"Little Pirien, you're still so energetic!"

A burly, dark brown minotaur, with a thunderous laugh, his muscles bulging, two curved bull horns on his head bound with iron chains, and a double-bladed axe taller than a man in his hand.

It is the boss of the twenty-second floor—

Tauren Chieftain Bloodhoof.

LV: 491

Unique monster.

Bloodhoof was once the ruler of the monster arena, invincible against all monsters, but he was defeated by Arthas and recruited Dark Hemkas. The two would fight every six months.

A mature, sophisticated woman sat beside it.

The mature woman leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and held a glass of red liquid in her hand, swirling it slowly.

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her features were exquisite and alluring, and her deep red lips looked as if she had just drunk blood. Her figure was excessively good; her full breasts almost burst out of her low-cut black dress, the slit of which went all the way up to her thighs, revealing a section of her fair and slender legs.

It is the boss of the twenty-third floor—

Succubus: Scarlet Dreams

LV: 499

Unique monster.

Possessing immense strength, with combat power nearly comparable to legendary monsters, it is also one of the elders of Dark Hemkas, existing long before Arthas's arrival.

"Demon King." The voice of the Scarlet Dream was languid and alluring, the ending rising like a cat's claws scratching at the heart, "Haven't you missed me at all, after all this time?"

She shifted her position with her feet, and the slit in her skirt slid up a few inches, revealing the black stockings underneath.

Having been tempted for decades, Arthas was already used to it, and he didn't want to experience the feeling of having his magic drained by Scarlet Dream again, especially during this critical time.

Just then, a long leg hooked up the hem of Scarlet Dream's skirt and coughed lightly, saying, "Mind your manners."

The speaker wore thin-rimmed glasses, her hair was piled high in a bun, and she was dressed in an elegant beige robe, making her look like a human woman in her early thirties.

The woman's features were gentle and graceful, and she always had a faint smile on her lips, giving people a sense of intellect and friendliness.

It is the boss of the twenty-fourth floor—

The Spider Queen, Bernea.

LV: 677

Legendary monster.

The deputy leader of Dark Hemkas established his own kingdom on the twenty-fourth floor, which adventurers call the "Dungeon within a Dungeon".

"Sister Bernea~" Pilian jumped off the chair and ran to the Spider Queen's side. "What about the scarf you promised to knit for Pilian last time?"

"It's finished, I'll give it to you later." The Spider Queen reached out and patted Pirien's head, but her gaze was fixed on Arthas. "My Lord, the meeting may begin."

"Alright, the high-level meeting officially begins. Dracula, you'll be in charge of taking notes." Arthas stood up and walked to the conference table. "Today's meeting topic is—"

"An adventurer team has broken through the eighteenth floor."

"The eighteenth floor?" Pirien tilted his head, his two braids swaying, and whispered to the skeleton, "Oh, I really didn't expect the Death Knight to be so weak?"

The skeletal figure whispered, the eerie green flame in its eye sockets flickering, and retorted in a hoarse, slow voice, "It's not that death knights are weak, it's that the opponent is too strong."

"How strong is it?" Bloodhoof shook his giant axe, and the iron chains on the bull's horns jingled.

"Three epic-level, two platinum-level." Dracula flipped through the file and added, "The captain is an epic-level paladin, which might be a bit tricky for you..."

"Hmph!" Bloodhoof snorted out two puffs of white breath from its nose. "A paladin? That's my natural counter!"

"So you might not be able to hold out." Scarlet Dream picked up her wine glass and took a sip, the deep red liquid staining her lips. "Little Niu, I'll help you when the time comes."

"I don't need your help!"

"Okay, okay, you don't need it."

"Hey! Boss Niu," Pilian jumped back into his chair, swinging his legs, and said, "You really think they can get past the twentieth floor? Pilian can handle it all by himself! Epic level or whatever, I'll send them all back to the temple!"

"The problem doesn't stop there," Arthas interrupted directly. "We don't know if this squad is their strongest force; we must be prepared."

"Does the Demon Lord mean..." Bernea adjusted her glasses, "that the other side might have a backup plan?"

"I'm not sure." Arthas placed his hands on the table and said seriously, "The Dawn of Light Chapter wasn't able to clear Niflheim for the first time by brute force. Although according to the 'Monster Dungeon Unilateral Invasion Treaty,' adventurers can only form a maximum of five-person teams, they have a complete logistical system, and they may even have stronger teams."

"What does the Demon Lord mean..." Bernea paused, "is this a full-scale campaign by the entire warband?"

"It's not a possibility," Arthas said. "It's certain. Even if only five people can enter the dungeon at a time, intelligence sharing and equipment resupply can be done without entering the dungeon."

"I, Old Niu, hate this kind of fighting style the most, but it's been a long time since any adventurers have come up here, so let them fight!"

"We can fight, but not the old way." Arthas snapped his fingers. "Dracula, project the footage. Let's take a look at their strength first."