My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Hugo has lived as an adventurer since he was fifteen. The reason I went that way knowing the danger was because I dreamed of a thousand gold grabs by excavating items to sleep in the ruins. For reasons that are not uncommon as adventurers, there is no way to say that we are pursuing romance.

Eight years I've been an adventurer. I'm only twenty-three years old and young, but I'm already an adventurer at one end.

From such a Hugo, Robe's threesome, the split tyrant thing. The young man in the leadership was heterogeneous. That's even as an adventurer. But it is, and I can say that even when I refer to combat ability.

The monsters inside the ruins became more active than usual. A space as narrow as a ruin is unsuitable for combat, and if you are an adventurer, you will judge your retreat mostly at this point. Naturally Hugo advanced as well.

But the only reaction of a man is the word "hipster." On top of that, I still end up forcing myself to take directions. I sighed at you for naming yourself a tyrant.

"But Strong" Tsuge "is so good..."

Hugo squeaks so much in front of the sight that has already been undone several times. At the foot of the robe man rolled the corpse of a monster that kept dodging blood gushing through his head, upper body, lower body and three parts.

He appeared only a few seconds ago and looked at this one and thought he had attacked me. Whether Hugo's eyes are used to it, or because he's not as serious as he was when he dealt with a bunch of spiral malls, he's starting to see the man's movements a little bit.

The current one also severed his neck with the momentum of pulling the sword out of the sheath he lowered to his waist. A knife that returns a knife that turns the upper and lower body into two straight knives. Of course my buddy says he's a luggage man because that's all he takes down, and he doesn't even show up for Hugo, who's quite experienced in combat.

If I had noticed, I would have come as far as the deepest depths currently being trampled. Because it is not necessary at all to take them into account due to the overwhelming strength of the man in the robe in most site explorations where we would otherwise proceed vigilantly and would be forced to wait or retreat if we encountered a monster.

From Hugo, the adventurer, it's an anomaly, about as much as I'd like to say. This man didn't have the common sense to explore the ruins, nor did he need to follow the earliest stones.

And in the meantime, we get to the deepest part of the ruins. It's only taken a few hours to get here.

"This is the limit that has been breached so far. No one's moved on from here."

The cylindrical space, which is so wide that such Hugo's words echo, would be fifty meters in diameter. A spiral passage is transmitted along the wall, as is the domed space here, which was just off the entrance.

Above all, eye-catching is the door engraved with a huge pattern. This tightly closed door has never been opened.

Because to open this door, you have to solve some trick that is in the space of the cylinder. And this is also highly challenging, and we are proceeding with the decryption of the walls of the doors and the letters that seem to be scattered all over the ancient civilizational period as clues, but not as late.

One of the causes is that the Heybar ruins are relatively newly discovered, but the primary gateway is ancient letters. There are also no decent materials in existence, so much so that even historical research experts call them "lost letters” because they can barely be deciphered by speculation.

Strength alone cannot be broken. This is why they say that the search for ruins cannot be a glimmer.

The man in the servant robe would be great for this too. With that in mind, Hugo steals a side view of him. I never knew the look on his face, but the man stared at a point with his arms together. If you follow your gaze, what lies ahead were ancient letters.

The man who used to watch it shrugged.

"I see."

"Are you sure you can read this!?

"Of course."

"You can't be!

Less precise, more than half of which can only be read by speculation, even when studied by scholars and experts from all over the world. There's no way I'm surprised they told me I could decipher that without having to.

If that statement is true, the knowledge of a man will be of great importance, connecting the history of the world. There will be a large number of fees drawn from research facilities around the world. No, maybe it already is.

"What does that say, by the way?

"The Light of the" Top "," Together "," The Origin of the Stars ""

"... I don't know what you're talking about."

I can't even say there's a learning in flattery. Hugo didn't understand the meaning of the words, which seem to be written in ancient letters at all.

But the guy seems to have come up with something, and he starts looking for something with his gaze up. Eventually, when the movement stopped in a certain place, he put his foot in the aisle as he ascended to the top without saying anything. Hugo and two of his squire go after it.

As it stands in the building, it reached a height equivalent to about four or five floors. Without a fence, some scaffolding had collapsed along the way, but the troika of robes proceeded without hesitation. I want to suspect that you don't have a fear or something.

Hugo was the only one who finally arrived with the thought of being one of the many small rooms that existed along the aisle. Even so, the small rooms around here are unearthed in a coarse way, so there is no such thing as a diminutive treasure left.

One is about the size of a candlestick for an adult male, but this is in every little room. But when the man in the robe approached it, he used magic to light the fire. That brightened up the inside of the small room, but nothing else would change. I thought it was a shoulder watermark, and the man said this when he looked at the foot of the candlestick.

"Bring the pine light."

Then one of his squire took out a stick of wood about a meter long, as he was told. The man who receives it lets the pine light touch the candlestick fire and transfers the fire.

Leaving the small room with it, he goes into a different small room this time somewhat down, and also lights the candlestick that was there again using a pine flame. A similar act was carried out on a total of five candlesticks, while still ascending and descending thereafter, deciphering the ancient letters occasionally written in various places.

At that moment, the sounds and ground swings like a ground howl called Gogogogogogogo came through. I don't think so. Hugo leaves the small room and checks the door under his eyes. And I lost my word.

The door is open. Several adventurers haunted their heads, repeated trials and errors, and still ended up with doors where no one would ever welcome them.

Still, the man who solved the trick lightly, without any slight emotion, goes down the aisle to the door. As Hugo, I can't help but question that back.

"Oh, hey! How did you know how to open the door?

"The procedure would have been carefully written."

"Did that ancient letter mean that..."

They could have solved this easily if they could have read that perfectly. Well, other than this man, who can read ancient scripts, I'm not sure he's in the world today.

Who is he really? Its strength and knowledge are extraordinary from common sense.

A young man from his voice, but now he felt like he was going to believe me when he told me he was a martial arts god or a wise man.

The man moves on without even guessing Hugo's mood like that. The end of the door became wide and artificial as we headed to the back. The ground, which was gravel and sand, became smooth white stone floors, and the walls changed from bitter rock-skin caves to sharpened ones, as did the foot. Even more hands-on pieces like thick columns and exquisite sculptures begin to line up along the way.

And most importantly, it's so bright that I don't think it's in the ruins. If you look closely, the floors, walls and ceilings are made of light stone. That would be the same as so far, but the type of light stone is different. The white glow, unlike sunlight, illuminates the space that is supposed to be darkness without blemishes, and is still not an irritating brightness that stings the eyes. Rather a light so soft that it even feels warm. Sharpening the walls and bringing them back would make quite a bit of money just for this.

But to the point that it didn't even occur to me, White Asia's space was surrounded by a sacred atmosphere. It is like a majestic temple that, by analogy, also appears in the story. Even Hugo, whose faith was never thick, could not have thought of defiling this place from himself.

Only four footsteps will wooden spirit for a while. And a little further, even the sound disappeared.

"Wow..."

Unconsciously Hugo was squeaking like that. My gaze remains nailed to the ceiling while I am so stunned that I do not even realize that I have spoken the words.

What they arrived at was a pioneering place where something like an altar was installed. The atmosphere was as remote as ever, but its ceiling was swarmed with giant crystals that overwhelmed the beholder. More than a few hundred crystals surround it, focusing on thick crystals that are likely to be five metres long.

Shimmering in the light of white light stones, such a reminder of the illusion that the stars of the night sky had fallen to a place within reach.

While Hugo is thus breathtaking in the spectacular scenery, the man in the robe rides into a sacred and quiet space without immersing himself in such sentiments. I was about to wrap my tongue around the thickness of the diagram.

The man slowly and deeply thanked him as he stood in front of the chest placed so that he could be served on the altar. Hugo feels it unexpected.

A selfish, side-by-side, unmanned man. I didn't think he was the kind of guy who would be aware of something called courtesy just because he had that image.

A man with his face up puts his hand on the chest. But that didn't open, it just made chatter and noise.

If you come close and peek into that hand, apparently you need a key to open this chest.

"What do we do?

"... the only world managed by the system that wouldn't open without a key"

"Huh?"

I don't know what you're talking about. but before raising that question, the man went into action.

When you pull out the sword you put on your hips, it flashes into the chest shortly after stopping. The tall sound of a quinn and the sound of something falling off with a beat down.

The man did not hesitate to destroy the key. It was early to see that, and Hugo corrects the perception that there was a sense of courtesy. Well, put that down.

"So, what's the treasure at heart?

Hugo's sexuality as an adventurer makes a scene. I was excited to meet you face to face, and I thought it was then.

From somewhere I hear a noise like "Hibiki" entering something called Pisi, Pisi, etc. What? And I look around, but I can't grasp the cause of the noise. Within doing so, the sound is louder and louder, and it is heard more and more often.

A bewildered Hugo's vision captured something at its edge. If you look at you, what was there was a transparent, small piece that reflected light. It also had multiple pieces falling rather than one or two.

I had a bad feeling. Hugo turns up according to that hunch.

There's a huge group of crystals going up hundreds. There are countless runs on them, and they are about to crumble and fall.

"Hey, that's bad! Run away."

Hugo's words never lasted until the end. The crystal splashes and its fragments pour down countless times. And then, fraught with such fragments, something came down with the roar.

It was about three metres, spherical objects like metal, that appeared in sparkling crystal rain. I don't understand what this is or what it means, but apparently this sphere was asleep in that group of crystals.

"What the hell is this...?

Approaching unidentified objects is also hesitant. Worried about what to do, changes came to the sphere.

Gashun, make a noise and part of the metal turns on, and the red light lights up there. Two more sharp arms emerged from within the sphere and eight legs from the bottom to lift its body.

The sphere turns toward the Hugo and the others by moving their feet cleverly. The eye-catching light point was lit with clear hostility.