Maouyome

The lowest level of the Demon King's Castle underground labyrinth.

Side by side the crumbling rock giant, passing through the gate that remains open. At the end of the main door, it was a straight passage.

Maybe it's because the purpose is the same and the Lord is the same.

The passage leading to the deepest part of the underground labyrinth was almost identical in construction to the ruins found in the endless forest.

I'm surprised they plummeted down the big hole that leads directly to the lowest level, but Ivanaga's fall control was perfect.

I thought I had successfully used gravity to accelerate it, I was thrown out to slip the floor slate, and I could get this far with the momentum as it stood.

Actually, it was just a little fun.

I would have liked to have had advance notice and ready minds.

(The passage ends. Tighten your mind.)

"Yes!

Mood all the way up and jump out of the aisle.

At the end of the aisle there was a wide, domed space.

The first thing that got me in sight was the center of it.

A big black shadow pulsing in the middle of nowhere.

Illuminated by the bright lights of the demonic stones embedded in the walls, it hung in the middle of the space.

It also looks like a giant bulb root.

A giant bulb roots into the ceiling, hanging from the ceiling upside down. Honestly, I'm not saying anything else is creepy.

It's not like the main body of 'Kagutschi' where I got the impression of being inorganic somewhere. I can see several things like cobs, large and small, overlapping each other, pulsating dokundkung.

This is… 'Hilco'.

Running through the hall to its huge upside down bulb roots.

(They're coming!

elongated tentacles that were spread over the ceiling. Some of those tentacles suddenly swelled up, bouncing and falling in front of me.

Jump straight to the side at the same time as Ivanaga's voice.

I pulled the knife out of the sheath on the back of my hips. A strong willingness to be vigilant is also conveyed from the knife. Place what was part of the falling tentacle in sight and place it in the front.

Looks like a hug of rotten meat.

It's disgusting to see something like a blood vessel pulsating on the surface. It's just creepy. What the hell.

Increase vigilance by placing different objects in front of you, putting a lot of effort into the gripping pattern that is arranged in order.

You reacted to the intention to attack from here, the meat mass trembled tremendously, and a dozen or so tentacles grew properly. The meat mass is lifted overhead, as if it could be held in those unevens and tentacles.

I think as I look up at the meat chunks that are getting taller.

... hey.

(I don't like being approached.... What do we do?

"Oh, my God! There's an assault!

Kick hard at the floor surface and pack all in time.

Several more tentacles protruded like spears from the meat mass.

Scratch the gap between the tentacles by turning the body around and cut away the tentacles of those supporting the meat mass together. Elastic response as it seemed passed on to both hands.

If you don't put a single breath down and slash the meat chunk area that came down in front of you, the blue flame boils from the slashed wound.

A blue flame enveloped the meat mass inside the cigarette.

"What, this"

(It's part of Hilco's defense function. He instinctively hates being approached. Look, if you keep boggling, you're getting more and more)

"... WOW!?

Not long before I could see the flame-wrapped chunks of meat burning out, and if I looked up, there was a similar cob hanging on one side of the ceiling. There are hundreds of millions of places to count.

This is proper, sucks.

(Running through!

"Aye, aye!

Aim for the big upside down bulb roots at the center, avoiding the bulges of meat that swell up and fall on the floor one after the other.

Along the way, he receives tentacles protruding like spears with a small knife, cutting them off and slapping them off.

When the missed tentacles plundered the skin, it burned down as if the looted spot had bathed in acid.

The hell is brittle, but apparently not decent to take. It's a really nasty attack.

There are also considerable numbers.

Even if you pay it off depending on the allowance, it comes down indefinitely from next to next. That's all the more tentacles if the numbers are high, and it's visible that it's harder to avoid them.

(Jump in!

Last push.

Shortly before I got stuck being filled with meat chunks, I jumped from body to body into the root of the upside down bulb in the center.

From the rolled back, the spear of the tentacles protrudes simultaneously.

"Holy shit!

When I stood up and stood up, a crowd of tentacles that had been protruding were blocked and bounced against the invisible wall in front of me.

(I'll help you with the knife!

"Huh? Ha, ha,... oh!?

If you don't understand the situation, the blue flame boils from the knife. The blue flame burned to the outside of the invisible wall as it was, burning down the meat chunks that were about to slip into it.

(I kept my physical ties open. As long as there is blue flame, it will be fine. enough to prevent it if it's about a jerk)

"... ooh. Something, awesome."

That's the Dark Goddess. Something's awesome.

Outside the junction, the meat hunks are unwound. It's very difficult to say what a resting sight you are, but apparently you can't come over blueflames.

(It's from here that matters. I'm going to have to get you in tune with Hilco.)

"Ha, ha! In tune, …?

(To simultaneously crush a number of Hilco splits, you have to synchronize them with Hilco and figure out their magic paths. You don't have to think hard. You keep your consciousness strong as you are and don't let it swallow you, that's fine. And then we'll do it right here)

Don't think hard, huh?

(It would be nice if you would leave it to me to keep in tune with Hilco and grasp the magic path. I can adjust here through your consciousness. But that too, if you can remain you.... You can do that, Haz. Don't let Hilco's consciousness drink you, please)

Tensions cage in quiet voices.

This disgusting dodgy, upside-down bulb of consciousness. Don't lose sight of yourself.

I don't know what tuning is like, but if I fail, I guess I'll be in a bit of a difficult situation. I don't know, but I understand things that I don't really understand.

Yeah. In short, he told me to trust myself with Master Ivanaga.

(... you know what I mean)

One, breathe in heavily.

……

……

...... Yikes!

Softly as he was protected by blue flames, he added a palm to the upside down bulb root.

Soft and raw as a buyo buyo.

It's called a pulse that keeps engraving a certain rhythm, I feel as if there really are these creatures.

Enjoy physiological disgust and temper.

"Please!

I honestly don't know if I can believe myself. I don't know, maybe I can't. There's no reason to believe it. Whatever it is, it's the most incredible thing in the world, because it's none other than itself.

But I can believe it when it comes to Master Ivanaga.

She has a bad mouth and a twisted personality.

Though mean, insidious and high-pressure in dos.

If you're talking about this sweet goddess who just can't be honest, you can believe it.

If that Ivanaga can do it, I'm sure she'll be fine. If Master Ivanaga is going to say it's a haz I can do, I can believe he can.

So,...... it's okay.

(With you, we're going to be good friends. Here we go)

Delightful emotions communicate directly.

I got caught by that emotion, and my mouth got loose.

I recognize myself smiling at my victory.

I'll do it. Oh, my God!

My own magic began to carve small fluctuations.

Align with the pulsation struck by the inverted bulb, repeatedly expanding and shrinking.

Magic with a viscous atmosphere increases.

It swells up, it comes together, it overflows, it fills.

As if to unravel the knitting eyes.

As if the combined yarns were going to unravel in turn.

The increasing magic is small, thin, and loose.

"Gu!?

The moment the magic as thin as a needle arrived at the inverted bulb root, I took a breath of the changes that had taken place around my combined palms.

The black tentacles, about the thickness of the fingertips, stretched from the superficial skin of the inverted bulb roots to foam and became entangled at the tip of the hand.

A crisp feeling sweeps over the skin.

(That's your last resistance to tone. Hallucinations. I'm just stimulating disgust. Don't be confused. There is no reality)

I nod shallow to Master Ivanaga's words.

Tentacles continued to stretch further and crawl up over my skin.

Strongly feel a willingness to reject stubborn attempts to eliminate what touches and approaches. Is that from 'Hilko' or is it your will as' Sunra '?

Either way, a clear will is felt there.

What do you refuse so much?

A small question passed about how he tried so hard to eliminate the others.

Fear of getting rid of yourself.

Maybe it does have that too. But I don't feel like it's just that.

Threaten, awed,... refused.

The tip of the tentacle breaks through the skin and erodes the meat.

Crawl up, tangle up, and erode your body.

The palms are buried in a swarm of tentacles, and the arms, and the shoulders, and the upper body are entangled in the tentacles, with the tips of the tentacles stretching out to the cheeks.

But this is just a hallucination.

Accept intense aversion without rejecting the sensation of tentacles that push in with reason and erode the body.

... Don't refuse.

Don't be shy. Don't be shy. Don't fight it.

Be aware. Sharpen your senses.

Neither rejection, nor willingness to eliminate. Clear hostility, too.

Accept all of that as it is.

Everything in sight and feeling is covered in tentacles and wrapped in the silence of the dark. Only terrible disgust and creepy floats intoxicate my senses when I grope.

Still, there was no wonder, no anxiety.

Still feeling strangely calm, he instills consciousness into the beings he feels on the other side of the dark.

There is something.

Something was there.

No, it's not.

Someone.

I can clearly feel someone's presence on the other side of the dark that seems to be intoxicated by the floating sensation.

There's someone there.

I could see the signs getting closer and closer.

Beyond the wall of rejection, gradually its presence has been clearly visible and begun to be contoured.

A man....... young. No, are you old?

He also looks tired and exhausted.

The man turned his face over here in the dark and whined softly with a squeezing, plundering voice.

That, the groaning as if to plead reaches my ear.

"... and give me"

The disgust disappeared and the float settled.

The man, clearly floating in the dark of silence without sound, was terribly exhausted and tight.

"... Somebody kill me.... please"

A grunt stained with despair was softly echoing in the dark.