Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

There is a current location in front of the exit.

The gray passageway is monotonous.

I can't even sense where I am if I'm inside.

Maybe that's why.

There are signs everywhere.

I alternated the signboard in front of the exit with the Empire map.

‘You've come a long way. ’

If you look at the Imperial map, you've already arrived three days' walk away.

This passageway excels in maneuverability, in addition to being covert.

Do not rotate up and down.

You drill through the basement in a straight line, not caring about any obstacles.

I felt the greatness of the humans who made this passageway.

An ancient human being with this kind of technology.

The apostles raised them as torture toys.

‘An apostle. What are they?’

I'm curious again.

In answer to that question, Trophin Nannau, a human who lived 300 years, did not give a big answer.

If you're curious about related records, search the Imperial Secret Book.

Of course, I can't even dream of sneaking into the Imperial Court if I don't feel the Sharonian way.

‘The entire imperial palace was obscured by the fog, impossible to see. ’

I stretch my imagination.

What did the Apostle look like?

Said he was torn to shreds by the World Theory of Architecture and disappeared completely.

If there are remaining, where and how they are living for what.

Do you think I can get anything out of them?

‘You said the Elves were extinct. ’

Among the followers of Purson who appeared in the canyon, there were individuals who clearly appeared to be Elves.

Maybe those apostles are still out there.

Anyway.

I don't know anything at my level right now.

Huff.

I just have to take one step at a time.

I climbed up the ladder to the exit.

As Nannau pointed out, the handle inside the lid was tampered with to open.

How to open and close a secret passageway.

It's very sensitive information.

You told me this far, not a guild member or executive.

This is obviously a favor.

Kind enough to react a little inside the hollow rib.

Even if it's a favor to Lena and not me, it's a pleasure.

Bait.

We've opened a passageway. A small metallic sound resonates.

Phew.

Unpleasant winds cling to the air of winter night.

Smelly black wind is a dreadful notion; a pile of debris.

The Swamp of the Executed

I chose this place deliberately from several exits chosen by Nannau.

It's not just because it's quite far from human settlement.

Before you pick up Lena's little brother, there's an opponent in this swamp who needs a fight.

"Detection."

This place is filled with malice.

Eeeeee.!

Bugs with all sorts of diseases fly vigorously for a feeding frenzy.

Jubbuck.

One wrong step and you'll be plunged into a cold, steamy swamp.

Zekszec

Crocodiles with yellow eyes rush towards the prey.

Of course it doesn't apply to me. Of course, there are no worries about being bitten by a fly.

Detection skills are already at the level of understanding all features. I'm not worried about taking a wrong step.

Crocodiles.

[Use Fear Lv.1!]

[Target: 3 Objects]

[It costs 0.19% Health.]

[Stat difference between you and food:

Absolutely.]

With my mouth wide open.

The three crocodiles that were tearing me apart and rushing towards me hardens.

Tuck.

I kicked one of them with my foot.

“What's so big? ”

Crocodiles wear it.

Yellow eyes, mimicking the sulfur fire, fade away.

Slightly decreases the intensity of the skill.

Carefully close the large branch where alligators can snatch the hide and flesh like paper.

I turn my head and move my legs to retreat.

Let it go.

Killing them will give you very little experience.

Ignore it and walk away.

Hundreds of millions of wingworms live around a large swamp that has rotted away in the lake.

One of them rushes towards me in the black wind.

Ewwwww!

I wanted to get rid of them like alligators, but unfortunately it was impossible to assign them each skill.

I wish I could use something like the Aura of Terror.

‘Maybe we should absorb the Kraken one more time. ’

Patzcón!

The user swings its sword widely with all its energy.

Tens of thousands of wingworms crumble to ashes without touching their swords.

‘Lena should never have brought him here. ’

I suddenly have the wrong idea.

She catches a large cannibal spider that feeds on humans without disgust.

But this is not a matter of grief or beauty.

Difficulty.

Those with blood and flesh will be a tremendous challenge to set foot here.

If you're in a space like this, which is half an airborne wingworm, you don't even know what you're inhaling, but you'll soon be left with bones, tearing flesh inside and out.

‘It's me. All I have in the first place is my bones. ’

Past the rotting lake, the bush grows denser.

The trees and bushes that are intertwined with each other are strong and strong because they have been eating corpses for a long time.

Screaming!

Not at all resistant to the blade I wield, of course.

It's being used like an exploration broadsword, but since then, the bag has also been made by the three great lords of Grasmear.

Thanks to its size of 2 meters, it can swing lightly for a wide path.

The higher the center, the more sticky the air becomes.

‘It's time to come out.

This place is not a dungeon.

But out of all the information Nannau gave me, there was a story about a guy who had a good chance of getting close to this place.

At least 90% random counter.

Guk.

‘Yes.'

Good to see.Before long, he reveals himself.

Currrock.!

A lump of sticky mucus rises from the swamp.

The corpse's rotting swamp creeps toward the border between the swamp and the ground, with hands, legs, and face.

[You met the spirit of the swamp!]

[Demon of the Swamp]

[Rank: C Triple Plus]

[Many Death Dealers Abandoned in the Swamp

Evil spirits are created with malice and determination, built up over many years.]

[Communicates pain and malice.]

[Contaminate surrounding water sources.]

[Determine Difficulty: Despair]

A boss class monster appears.

Look at the difficulty profile.

I thought I've improved quite a bit since I've been fighting this lifetime, but it seems crazy to run into this guy with a level of about 40.

Cough, cough!

‘This is getting violent. ’

Size is.

It's about 10 meters long.

Chicken Head! Chicken Head!

Black slime creates smoke and envelops the surroundings.

You want me to pollute the air? ’

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

However, the spirit is embarrassed to see me with no reaction.

“What are you doing? ”

I glanced at him.

Was he expecting to be panicked and cry when he took damage to his skin and respirator?

Boo!

A massive fist flies straight out of the air when no response is made.

‘Here we go.'

Patzcón!

[Activate Sword Lv.3!]

You cut off the swamp spirit's huge left arm with a bluishly bitten sword.

Catch him!

He picks up his sticky left arm and puts it back on his body.

He smiles with a face more than a meter long, as if it were nothing.

Negative hostile.

The sea I expected. He's just a trainee after all.

Trigger Acidic Grappling Lv.5!]

I'm gonna lose my job!

The sword turns light green.

A sword with strong corrosiveness.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Grasmear's Great Sword survives without harm.

Cough! Cough!

The mouth that was rushing to eat at once melts and burns.

The spirit of the swamp stirs severely, as if hit.

‘I can feel it. ’

I have to go save Lena's brother, but fighting the Swamp Spirit in the wrong place is simple.

The nanny slime.

The entity is an executive of the Purson clan.

I want to avoid conflicts whenever possible, but there are many possibilities that they will not be.

Not a worthy opponent.

I can recall the green slime that had seeped and melted between my armor all at once. At that time, I was beaten with insubordination.

"I can't repeat it. ’

Practice is needed.

Decorate it!

The right arm is struck down with a light green sword.

The swamp that wiggles with malice and principle is partially incinerated. This one's slime-like.

We need to test what kind of attack will work on these Mucinous Negative Monsters.

It awakens at night, not as the demon of the swamp, but I don't want to look into the enemy's situation.

Tsk, tsk!

A sticky black part pops out again.

Several pieces protrude from the mucous, evil body.

Deer-shaped, human-shaped, donkey-shaped, and small bird-shaped slime chunks are sticky and spread out.

You ate something like this? ’

The small chunks of slime wriggle to get away from the evil spirit.

The spirit waves a large hand.

It is a movement that seems to sweep them back into the body.

Of course, I had no intention of letting it go.

‘Fear.’

Enemies of negativity.

Nevertheless, fear works.

It is evident that the power of the Kraken is great. The demonic movement stops momentarily.

‘Freeze.’

Buy Now!

A cold chill gushes from the blade.

At the same time, the amulet from the Sharoonian burns with the sound of a cheerful rock.

One knot. ’

The Amulet Bracelet is 49 knots.

It has more capacity than I thought. That's enough.

I think I can use enough magic to strike a slime and combat.

Ka 'ang!

The frozen mucus was broken.

Debris splattered everywhere. The spirit howls.

But it's not like a human being to die with just one gut removed.

It is not the same level as a Troll with overwhelming regenerative power.

constantly clumping together and volatilizing all the materials that make up the body.

If you can't do it at once,

Tsk, tsk!

At least a little.

Boo-yah!

The spirit of the swamp strikes with a trembling fist on the firm floor that I stand on.

The black slime smells quite unpleasant. However, the size has already been reduced considerably.

At this rate, you won't have to worry about bouncing anywhere.

Puang!

The light-green sword that was drawn the most slammed forward into the evil fist.

Put the bounced sword to the ground.

"Valdo."

A dagger without a sword. However, skills are quite convenient.

If you know the Scripture, you can apply it in a strange way.

Squeeze!

After scouring the frozen ground and gaining momentum.

[Activate Strike Lv.2!]

Scraper!

A dazzling green glow cut out the entire space, drawing a large semicircle.

Cough, cough, cough!

The blade melts up and down through the passage.

The demonic spirit seemed shocked, but it seems far away from being extinct.

‘Only to fight with swords. I'm getting bored.’

After sprinkling a few more swords, I was prepared to wear a few more knots on the amulet bracelet.

‘Blast.’

Hrrrrrrr!

Forty-nine knots.

Four of them were burned ashes.

You freeze the spirit of the swamp twice and burn it twice.

It's not a waste.

I have valuable information.

‘Freeze it, then blow it up and smash it. ’

Moreover, the Amulet Bracelet, which removes traces of Lurium, is not as consuming as I thought.

It was when I felt quite lighthearted.

Tiring!

Clear!]

[Random counter: You defeated the spirit of 'Swamp of the Executioner'.]

[The difficulty determination adds 400% to the warrior points.]

The message of heroism comes to mind. It is clear that I have exploited the typewriter. But I don't want to feel bitter there.

The frustration and helplessness of not being able to protect the target you want, no matter what, I don't want to try it again.

For that, I will gladly fight my way out of the chains of exploitation.

I will clearly recognize myself as the exploiter and become a thorough perpetrator.

I grabbed my mind and read the translucent messages that popped up before my eyes.

‘Anyway.

This time it looks different.