Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

['Lord of Bones'] 's skill level has increased greatly!]

You achieved 25% skill proficiency in ['Monarch of Bones']!]

[Repair of damaged bones is possible.]

[Additional stats can be given (2) to opponents under control.]

[Stated opponents have a significant increase in likelihood towards you.]

[List under your control]

Bamtol (Wolf Lv.1l)

You will be notified in succession.

I stare at a blank message.

I never expected Baltol to do this.

I didn't do it because I thought it would be useful in the first place.

It was caused by irresponsible compassion and cheap sympathy. I thought it was nothing.

Kung-fu!

Every wolf has his day.

Maybe it's his day.

The passageway is completely open. Light seeps in from the hall over there.

Moon, Moon, Moon!

A wide open passageway led to Baltol waving his tail.

The one who opened the gauntlet rubbed his head against my feet.

“Bamtol! Is it really you? Thank you!”

Lena hugged him from behind. Hover the status window over Baltol's head to check.

[Name: Baltol]

[Wolf Lv.1lKnew!)

[Likeability 19]

[HP 10] (new!)

[Force 9] (new!)

[Agility_13] (new!)

[intelligence 14] (new!)

[List of attributes]

· Autonomous behaviour E +

Sensory Lv.3 (new!)

Import Lv.1 (new!)

Critical Hit Increase Lv.1 (new!)

The stats have risen dramatically, depending on the explosive level up.

I got two new skills, and my original skill level has increased by two.

Incredible growth. I took him to Lena, hugged him and stroked his head. The more I touched him, the better I felt.

Is it because of the increase in power stats? There is a vow of silence behind me.

[I am very satisfied with Baltoli!]

I got a message that my appeal was up 1. I had work to do. Raised the status window.

‘Bonus stats awarded. ’

[Do you want to confirm the grant target to 'Bamtol', Wolf Lv.1l?]

‘Confirm.’

[Distribute stats!]

Moon, Moon, Moon!

Baltol laid bare with his belly on my arm. Along with the sound of tying and tying, I remembered a message that also increased my liking. It was when I was petting him.

“I think we should get going. ”

Chandler cautiously says.

I felt a little restlessness in him.

I thought I could kill the shaman right after I dealt with the golems, but Chandler was drunk and delayed for a long time.

It was not just when I was happy.

You just broke through an unexpected trap.

“Okay, let's go. ”

With my permission, he quickly stepped forward. Cristina followed behind with the Great Sword.

Lena mutters a small amount by her side.

“Did Bamtol really do it? ”

“Baltol's right. ”

You nod.

There is no doubt. His level has increased. Thanks to this, my unique skill level has improved greatly.

I finally remembered the image of the Baltol who followed me.

Since its rise in the mountains, Bamtali has never been able to level up.

Maybe he was desperate for this moment to come.

After a long time of sharpening swords, he found the perfect opportunity to play his part.

“Great, but I'm curious. Why were the holes opened in the first place? It's a gust.”

“At first?”

“If it was a trap, you wouldn't have to pull the smoke out. If I'd set a trap, I'd have put a lot of them in here. Long enough for the bones to shatter. ”

“Hmm. Shall we go back? ”

Lena's objective was achieved. I dealt with the Golems.There's no way I'm going to take revenge until the end.

She shakes her head quietly.

“No, but it doesn't make me feel any safer. Look behind you."

“It's open. ”

“There's half less open space than the front. And the walls are shaking. It's like...

Lena swallows her saliva and talks.

“I feel like I'm going to beat you here. Just go ahead. ”

Chandler and Cristina have already made a quick walk ahead.

‘I'd better hurry, too. ’

The stone wall may close again.

I made haste to put the Great Sword in the passageway.

"Detection."

I can't feel the trap.

Jubbuck.

Fortunately, the stone wall does not move until the passageway is finished.

“Ha.”

Lena takes a long sigh of relief, footed in a wide hall.

We have passed through a long passageway that may become human juice, beaten by a stone wall.

Death was a very specific corridor.

It was an open hall that crossed the long corridor.

Spacious, flat space.

There were no pieces or golems around.

Cristina, who was here first, pointed her finger forward.

“There it is.”

Where cristina's fingertips are headed.

In the center of the hall, a strange, spherical piece sits.

An egg made of stone.

“Is that the Shaman's sarcophagus? ”

“That's right.”

I heard more from the lord before I came. We have finished talking about how to deal with the champ.

But what I actually saw was different.

“You look ominous. ”

Lena mutters small. An egg carved from brownstones was exquisitely crafted from the top of the shell.

The shells were partly cracked. I didn't know what kind of power it was carved with from the beginning.

Some areas were twisted and turned inward.

The shell itself was moving and dug into the interior.

Some areas of the 'inside' were spun out and rolled a few times. The curse seems to have flowed through the cracks and dried up.

Jubbuck.

Chandler slowly approaches the egg, drawn to something.

Suddenly Bamtol signaled to Djana to come this way.

Following him, I saw the trachea behind the large egg.

‘This is what you've been doing. ’

Lever shape. It's not big enough for him to hold and move. A small fang falls from the floor.

I grabbed a broken fang.

“It must have been bitten and moved. ”

Lena whispers small.

The thought of him moving like a villain made my heart tingle.

[Skill: Do you want to use Bone Monarch Lv.1?]

In my hands.

The fallen fangs of the creature are shrinking.

"This?"

I opened Baltoli's mouth gently.

[Subject under control.]

[Do you want to perform bone repair?]

Wooooo.!

The broken fangs of the Nighttoll stick together with a small light.

It was quite surprising that it was possible to restore the broken person back to normal.

This is not a unique skill absorbed from the strongest necromancer for no reason.

Increases Skill stat by an amazing effect.

‘Even when my bones are broken. Some of it can be fixed. ’

I felt even more grateful to Baltol. I patted him around and put him on the ground.

It's time to take the dot.

“Is this it?”

“Yes, a shaman. He's sleeping here. ”

Chandler seems to have caught himself several times. I felt tension in him.

“Let's get started.”

Dallac.

I nodded.

The final settlement is promised to him.

The revenge of a family that has passed down through generations.

Allowing him to stick a knife in the end is all part of the quest.

I didn't intend to ruin the quest by indulging in useless greed.

_wind.

Chandler uncovers the glass bottle.

I slowly poured my blood in between the cracks of the egg.

Cristina is as nervous as if anything were to happen to her right now.

But there was no need for her existence.

It's just...

Kur.!

The egg vibrates small.

Lena and Cristina were not moved by the peeling eggs.

[Have you come to sacrifice yourself?]

In a stone egg.

A sneaky voice echoes through the air.

Waiting for the Demon King to come.

The old shaman who kept himself in the egg realized the extent of the blood of the slaves who protected me.

The surrounding environment was unrecognizable.

Chandler grips his teeth. I felt that I couldn't fail.

“That's right.”

Interest in Inclusion.!

The final outcome is this sarcophagus.

With a peculiar sound of metal, 'Al' began to widen the gap a little.

Queek, queek. Queek.

An elongated coffin emerges through the gaps as if an ominous spill had fallen.

The tip of the tube was pointed like a bamboo cut.

Chandler grabs the tube with his hand, which needs to be inserted into the spinal cord.

And the other hand takes out the little flamethrower that's already taken out.

Boom!

Then you stick a narrow projectile like an awl into the tube and pull on the nozzle handle of the radiator.

Hrrrrrrr!

The flames spread into the tube.

The flame burns like a flower inside a giant piece of stone. The blaze of fury exploited throughout the cycle burns from the shaman's coffin.

‘Grasmear's fire.

The eldest son of the Chandler family.

It was burning the Blacksmith's Rage into the shaman's coffin.

The product did not backflow due to precision. It exploded into the tube only.

The metal tube melts and the shaman's sleeping egg melts. The skin is red.

In the closed sarcophagus, the bones and turmeric shrivel in an instant.

The crumpled smoke became black.

Jubbuck.

Quickly empties one barrel, and Chandler pulls back.

No defiance.

There was no screaming.

I folded my arms and looked at him.

But the dungeon does not open a message.

Did Chandler burn you?

It was a moment of regret that I left it all to him.

Hahahaha.

A loud laugh erupts from the egg, instead of a scream.

What is it?

I loosened my arms and stepped back.

I looked around quickly. But the laughter seemed strangely audible only to me.

Hahahahaha.!

Laughter goes from transverse to bell.

I covered my head from bell to bell again. It was the sound of a black intestine made of black soil.

It was the laughter of a masked death penalty, the laughter of a dead insect crawling towards the sun. A rotten shadow laughs.

Immediately!

Boom!

In the shaman's coffin.

The black smoke struck me like it hit my wings.

A portable flamethrower in one hand.

On the other hand, Chandler's hands tremble with a long knife.

‘I did it.'

Revenge was successful.

You killed the family exploiter.

With his own hands.

My breasts were overwhelming.

I felt like the threads that had tied up my whole body were falling apart.

I was shaken.

I didn't feel real.

Squeaker!

You stick a long knife through the crack in the open shell. I rummaged through the inside.

Queek, queek! Queek!

Only white ashes and old stone dust were buried inside.

Chandler was confident of his success after repeated stabbing.

I was finally relieved.

The nightmares, the implications, the long exploits are over.

The old stained weaknesses of the Chandler family disappear.

It may have been a refuge from the family to train the sword to the east.

Maybe he wanted to avoid the reality of having to be the next victim.

Now that reality has changed.

‘It's all thanks to him. ’

Chandler looks at the article. He denied it himself, but it was clearly a sword that had resurfaced from underground.

Chandler didn't care if it was commander magic or dark magic.

I didn't doubt it because I believed it was a precious lion sent by my ancestors.

“Thank you!”

Chandler looks at the skeleton and shouts with an eager and joyful expression.

The knight does not answer.

“Thank you! ”

I shouted again. But I also did not answer.

It's just...

I stood there dazed.

“Master.? ”

Lena, who was standing next to the knight, the Savior of the family, talks.

She has excellent abilities, but somehow she always smelled blood.

‘Not on the same side, though. The type I'd never want to make as an enemy.

Did you say "apprentice"? That's unusual. ’

Chandler looks at Lena and thinks:

“Master!"

She exclaims nervously again.

Exactly!

The knight slammed his white teeth up and down twice. Then he looks at Lena and opens his mouth slowly.