An incomparably powerful suction force surged from the black hole and seized the three of them.
It sucked all three straight into the black hole.
Watching the three vanish before his eyes, Adaman could not help but sigh before returning to his throne.
Alberuth and the Undead Dragon, his attendants, remained at his side.
The instant Adaman sat upon his throne, the light in the room went out, and the entire floor returned to its former deathly silence.
As the glow of the netherflame faded, a profound voice echoed through the space.
"Everything is in your hands now, Ze'Chion."
And so, the battle of Adaman, the Undying King of the sixty-eighth floor, came to an end.
Next to take the stage was Ze'Chion, heir to the two Calamity-class Dragon Kings, the strongest of the Ten Great Labyrinth Masters, and the one known as the Emperor Bug.
Meanwhile.
The seventieth floor of the Great Underground Labyrinth.
Inside an exceptionally mysterious room.
Someone sat quietly in meditation.
His pitch-black exoskeleton gleamed with a splendor like rubies, and a black horn as sharp as any blade rose from the center of his forehead.
His entire body was shrouded in blackness, radiating an imperial majesty and dominance unique to him.
One look was enough to tell that his strength was not to be underestimated.
It was no exaggeration to say that after Raphael, the King of Wisdom, had used Rimuru's cells, exceedingly rare Magic Steel, and Rock Crystal shed by Azhdaha to modify him, his exoskeleton had become a naturally formed Legendary Grade armor. Nor was it an ordinary Legendary Grade—it was at the very pinnacle of the grade.
In a sense, it was absolute defense.
This person was none other than Ze'Chion, known as the Emperor Bug.
Ze'Chion: the favored disciple of Veldora,