Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

101 Masked Blessing (14)

The next morning.

Dagdac! Dagdac!

A horse leaves the castle.

The baron does not take one of his minions. The reason I summoned the Knights with the fireworks was probably due to the cleanup of the castle that was confused with destruction and slaughter.

‘Leave me alone. ’

Dozens of people were watching in the dungeons inside the castle, a hundred times better than being held by the Grand Marquis.

But the Marquis put me in front of the saddle.

I put it on the horse.

Dagdac! Dagdac!

‘… what do you think you can get out of me? ’

There was no hope. There was nothing I could do. I didn't think I could get away from him without handcuffs. I stared at the view.

It was a typical Southern autumn landscape.

When I walked with Lena, I thought it was the best season.

Fresh air fills my whole body.

It is the season when the flies draw the most colorful colors.

But it was a completely different feeling when I was in the Marquis's saddle. Everything felt worse.

‘... I can't even taste it. ’

I bowed my head wide.

Chadduck! Chadduck!

I gave you a long head.

You hear the sound of sharp edges.

It was a brass mass.

‘... It's flying so well. ’

I didn't know where it came from, but I was really envious of the man who was flying freely in the autumn sky.

Of course he has enemies.

When you're on the ground, squirrels and weasels might wake up and get eaten.

But for now.

It is flying freely through clear air without disturbing anyone.

‘At least, you can't die on your own terms and not be tied down.)

I was jealous to seduce him. The brass storm slightly circles around and quickly disappears.

The Marquis stops in a small town near the road. I fed her food and relaxed her horses.

I went into the room and took off my armor. A neat black robe was revealed. The material and embroidery looked luxurious to Robbie.

He looks like he's sitting down and practicing something.

Whoo-hoo!

... It's the wind, right? ”

He sits still in a blocked room, but his body flutters as the wind rises, and he goes down again.

‘I don't know if I'm sleeping or not. ’

I watched him quietly.

Human life is called the Four Great Swords of the Empire. Maybe there's something to learn from it.

Let's concentrate! ”

But...

There was no income.

I can't watch you sit around and get something.

It's only been a few days since I've watched him.

Level up your Talent.

If you watch for a long time, you might realize something.

“Not now....)

The night is deep. You hear a little cry from afar.

Cough, cough.

Observing the Marquis makes no money now. I was naturally interested in the sound of the ascent.

It sounded like a little Human child howling, but I knew what it meant.

"The cry of the fox. ’

I knew that because I lived in the mountains for a long time.

Slow down. Slow down.

The fox keeps coming.

• What are they crying about? ”

Suddenly, I remembered the old story of being a fox.

It was a story that Circus read me with his arms around my knees.

‘Foxes don't need to be people...

Can't a world like that come?

After I finished reading the book, I remembered the story she added.

Kee... Kee... Kee... Kee...!

The night passed again with the sound of the fox crying. Every time I hear crying, I think of the Circus.

The Marquis departs at dawn.

The wind reduces the night. The base of the mandible was separated, so the wind blew further into the skull.

Sand dust penetrates the interior of the skull.

Chadduck!

A gust of wind flew in this way as well.

It was the same brass as before.

Is this a popular neighborhood? ”

He sat on his clavicle, flew away and sat on his skull.

Dallac!

The skull was shaken reflexively.

The monarch glances at you with a nagging gesture, then pushes you back without a word.

Chaddard!

Body muscles twitching with a small sound

Fly away.

I sat here and I sat there.

When I looked at him twice, I could feel something laughing.

Chad! Chad! Chad!

‘Sounds... unusual.

It felt like tiny blades were constantly flirting.

Of course, it's a useless idea.

There can't be a storm with blade wings.

The one with the thumb is actually cute. It was a beautiful and sophisticated creature.

But I was also a little worried.

Don't you think you're overreacting? ”

It seemed to lack awareness of the risks. You sneak up on a big creature like a running horse and pretend to be friendly around me.

I had an itchy feeling that he was mapping around me.

“It's annoying... ”

Shake and you'll be able to chase.

But I let my head down.

I watched him play.

I'm tied up and I can't do anything.

I didn't like myself trying to be tough on this little guy.

These thugs.

Maybe they think I'm some kind of rest stop.

The one with the thumb was crawling up my rib.

I turned the widest rib one turn. The gear rotates around the pelvis on the spine.

Finally, slowly crawl from head to toe.

Chadduck!

He swiftly flaps his wings and flies away.

“What did you just do to my body? Is it like a thunderstorm or something? ”

Dagdac! Dagdac!

As you enter the mountain passage, the slope gradually curves. My body was shaking roughly up and down. The thought of a small storm soon cleared my mind.

Day of the road week.

The horse entered the 'Black Forest Path'. Night has come.

‘Are you going camping by the river? There must be no village nearby.)

I watched the baron and the horse sleep around the campfire.

They soon seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and hanging by their arms and legs, I began to move in earnest.

Dalgric. Dalgric.

I moved my heart step-by-step. I've been doing this all week.

That's all I could do.

To get out of the handcuffs, I gather the carpal bones.

But there were no results.

Add-on to 'Lord of Bones'.

Skill in Skeletal Replacement did not exceed 5.02%.

“... There's nothing I can do. ”

A feeling of helplessness came upon me.

It's not just a crisis. It was an overwhelmingly helpless situation where there was no chance of anything being won.

I remembered my first life.

It's time to reveal this to the valiant acolyte.

I remember flinching on the dungeon floor, picking up my broken leg and throwing it powerlessly.

I remember being swept at the feet of a warrior and crushed by the acolyte's shield.

All the memories that were taken away from me.

I wanted to bite it, but my jaw fell off.

The upper jaw narrows the air without force.

A similar feeling of helplessness came upon my whole body.

I compared the Marquis to the Warrior.

‘The feeling is quite different. ’

But one thing is similar.

It's unbelievably strong.

I have the power to force myself.

Accept your existence.

Invade the world and the typewriter

Humanity as a species rules the world.

There is no luck or logic there.

‘I don't need it. ’

Only violence and desire.

Even then and even now, I am being coerced into infringement. I thought I was stronger, but I was mistaken.

I know.

“Still... pointless. ”

It reminds me of Circus, who was brutally murdered.

To protect her.

We must defeat warriors as strong as or above this mortal. I feel embarrassed by myself, who had relaxed my mind a little.

I was terribly hungry for a moment. Thinking about how far I was going, I once again had a thirst for power.

I was prepared.

It may take the wizards decades. I decided to think of it as a fitting punishment for taking a loose attitude.

All right.

Wherever I take you, I take you. The Imperial Secret Prison is fine, or Azura's Spell Hold is fine.

It doesn't matter if I read the memory and seal me for a long time.

As long as it takes.

You might be able to navigate properly.

I'm not finished if I die.

You'll do better next time.

It was time to tighten up like that.

Cough, cough.

"Do foxes live a lot? ”

It was the sound of crying I heard the first night.

Beetle roars, another beast wins.

I heard it mixed with the sound and sound of the river.

However, according to today, the sound of crying was strangely troubling.

I looked at the deep sleep of the Marquis.

There was no sign of a breakup.

Rather, he looked more comfortable as if he were listening to a lullaby.

Slow down. Slow down.

The fox's cry echoes once more.

I used a skill. A skill that can be used while bound.

Often used with silver for skeletal deference, skill level has risen considerably.

“Collateral:

[Detection 1#.2]

[Switch to Active.]

[Skill Efficiency 400% …….]

[… 0.0014% HP per second…….]

But nothing caught my senses.

“I hear crying, but I can't find anything...?" ’

I felt a strange feeling of disgust.

Suddenly, the clear air felt low and heavy during the fall night.

I turned around slowly, tied up.

It's not open yet, but it's starting to faint open from the outside.

River!

A strong sound rises from the air. I stabbed myself in the head.

I looked at the sound side.

It was the sound from the other side, right behind the bush I was looking back at.

River!

Beneath the gray dome, iron and iron bend over each other, sparks blazing.

Even in the face of the Dark Dagger, all of the Marquis's Blades were drawn from the sword.

It was a well-sharpened sword without a single drop of stain. Silver white without radiance seemed to suck in the air.

Who is it?

On the other side, there was torture. I couldn't see well in the dark.

Kaga River!

The blade struck once more.

The bitter man takes a deep breath and takes a large step back. Then I fixed the weapon in my hand. The weapon in each hand was extremely bizarre.

I thought that would happen if I made the grappling hook like Shortsword 4we.

It looks good after digging a wide hole.

”Do you... use that on someone in armor?" ”

I don't know what you're trying to pull, but...

It was an inappropriate weapon here.

At first, it seemed that the purpose of the torture was not a brawl. You see the Marquis's backpack falling between the two.

‘… you tried to run away with it. ’

The Marquis is awake.

Or pretending to be asleep and getting ready. The bitter fate was steepening towards failure.

“I've waited a long time. ”

The monarch takes a step forward and swings his sword across. There was no preparation, and it was fast enough not to be noticed.

Interception!

The bitter man crosses the grappling hook of his hands, barely holding back the blade. The blade fires as it grills its hook.

I complained in duplicate.

“... It's too strong, isn't it? ”

It was a voice with no gender or age at all.

If you have a familiar voice, you will recognize it. Of course it does, but it doesn't.

The shock of the brawl makes you take five steps back. The monarch catches up to his movements in an instant.

“Let's talk slowly. ”

The baron speaks slowly. The swinging knife is not slow at all.

Ka 'ang!

The bitter man whines. Barely able to stop the blade. The bottom of the deal line was dug deep. The awkward leg burrows into the mud to your calf.

“I'll take your arms. ”

The Marquis's body blurs momentarily.

A swarm of white light rises sharply from his sword.

At the same time, the dark red hook in both hands is cut like a rotten palm branch.

I couldn't avoid the agony of being cut off. It was not a sword swung at that speed.

Shhh!

A silver and white sword cuts through your arms. The swarm of light on the sword remains intact.

The assault was long enough to cut the beast right off, even if the beast had retreated ten steps back. The bitter man could not take a step back.

But I couldn't hear the sound of the herring.

There was no blood.

There were no short screams.

I almost sold him out. The arm that was broken by the sword was still the same.

The hand of the torn man is nearly torn in half towards the duchess.

The dark red grappling hook, which had been ‘split’ in his hand, looked back to its original shape and overlooked the Marquis of the Palace's armor chest.

It wasn't silver.

There is no sharp sound of iron and iron pounding. For the first time, the Marquis's face is full of embarrassment.

The two grappling hooks were pulling the Earl's ‘heart’ out from both sides.

“Heart, you're taking it? ”

You hear a pranky voice behind the mask.

Pot!

The Marquis digs the ground.

I don't know!

The thrown body passes through the pain and lands on the floor.

The hook falls forward, and the barnacle hurls a handful of blood on the floor.

Your heart is guarded, but your hook appears to have damaged your internal organs.

The monarch rolls the floor.