Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

You pierced the iron plate and cut off the arm of a mechanical doll close to four metres with a knife.

Bang!

A thick arm falls to the floor.

Queek.

The armor inside the severed joint.

You pierce it and stab it.

“Shhh!”

A murky scream leaks out through the sound waves.

This was the last time.

You step on the blade with your foot, and move it like a prybar to tear off the armor.

The last pilot with his eyes wide dropped out, holding the viscera coming out of his half-cut waist in his hand.

Screaming!

I once again pierced the blade into Iron Man's chest.

Even if the pilot is dead, the power engine is in the thickest part of the glove.

Crisp.

The blade blows in half as if it can't hold much longer.

I let go of the knife and took off the iron gloves with my bare hands.

I had cracks in my bones, but I didn't care.

‘Absorption.’

Wooooo.!

Lurium flows into me from the broken engine.

Opened the job description window.

[Not enough Lurium.]

I absorbed all of the lurium from ten iron men, but I still haven't met my former needs.

Dallac.

I just collapsed near a shattered blade.

You glance up at the unknown longsword, either the thirtieth weapon you switched, or the forty-th.

Pod 'Duck!

A black crow came out of the Iron Man and killed the last pilot.

I'm down.

Then I started poking my eyes out.

< Cough. Cough.

“What are you doing? ”

The crow is crying.

Kama ■ The ear tapped the necklace on the last pilot's neck with my beak a few times.

Pure gold.

The crow grabbed the necklace and hung it around my neck.

You walk among the corpses and grab anything that looks good right away.

The accessory on his neck was now the fifth one.

I looked around.

Cutted and crushed corpses fill the area, but only one crow appears.

It's still hard to tell if the corpses aren't rotting well, or if the roaming crows have declared this place their territory.

It was not a big sight to see the heads rolling apart from the fallen intestines.

I stared blankly into the air.

Pod 'Duck!

A flying crow lands on a slightly cracked shoulder bone.

< I told them to wait until both sides were tired. Don't think it's all going to be so easy.

He pointed at the broken iron beaks.

< I'm sure you have the right gas.

“Proper gas.? ”

< Look. Lurium is barely supplied with power engines. That means they're all different.

“The things you said about Titan? ”

Isaac nods.

< Yes. You, at that time, did the machine.

I know what he's talking about. “Disappeared from the equation. ”

The image of the 'Titan Sniper’ taken from Grasmear Storage, but disappeared without a trace.

< Don't be so heartbroken. I only have the ingredients, but I can make them again.

“I see.”

< Obviously, it was great. I didn't know you could sense it so well. You've done well while maintaining a balance of both forces. I have a good feeling. >

Not really.

If Isaac hadn't advised us in the middle, we might have wiped out the entire Alliance just like we attacked the first time.

Anyway.

I'm telling you, it went better than he expected.

I opened the status window.

[Lv.41 (239)] (new!) [Health: 86] (new!) [Force: 97] (new!)

[Agility: 89] (new!) [Wisdom: 75] (new!)

The number hand-cut is closer to four digits.

A thousand.

That's roughly the amount of human experience a human can give me.

It's gonna be a lot slower from now on.

There's something else that matters.

Tiring!

[You have achieved the ‘1,000 Slaughter’. [All these fresh sacrifices you slaughtered yourself.]

[Malphas is soaked in deep satisfaction as he looks at your actions.]

[Malphas' happiness has exceeded 10.]

[Perk: Obtained Dark.]] [Perk: You got 'Charm’.]

I checked the description in detail.

[Special: Darkness]

[Perk Level: 1]

It's a common privilege for nearly half of the Demon Kings. The darkness of Malphas is light and sharp.

As long as the Demon King's Happiness is maintained, you can grant all attacks with no charge.

+25% Atk.

A female attribute attack reduces an opponent's will and cognitive abilities.

You pick up a random discarded knife nearby.

‘Darkness.'

Phage!

The Dark Energy is contained within the blade.

Queek!

Without using your sword, you plunge the blade into the chest of the fallen Iron Man.

Surprisingly, the blade that had to be broken out of the ground gave a shallow whiff and a steel plate.

Dig.

— y O O O «

It also emits a black energy that seems to corrupt the surroundings.

Even though I didn't use a sword, I just threw it straight away.

Dark privileges were no burden on me as opposed to using swords or other magic.

I feel like the power output is being handled by the writer, not me.

This is the Demon King's blessing.

This is not the end.

[You could put darkness in your body. Supported Defense Strength depends on the happiness of the Demon King.]

+40% Defense.

‘Crow Wings’: Movement Speed +15%

An enormous increase.

Moreover, all of these are only privileged level 1.

The stronger the contract relationship, the harder it is to predict what kind of power will arise.

I never imagined that I could have this kind of relationship with the Demon King when I was one of Baal's myriad soldiers.

In fact, the contracting and empowering opponents were separate like this.

Shhh_

I've darkened the area around the broken armor.

I have no burden.

It felt like my body was lighter with invisible wings. Permanent Movement Speed +15%.

The contract with Malphas was rewarding enough.

Then.

[Perks: Charm]

[Perk Level: 1]

Exclusive to Malphas. You can impress your opponent with a showcase of exceptional presence.

This power applies to all kinds of people, regardless of race or gender.

When leveling up, permanently influence the opponent.

Enemy combat strength in range

is degraded.

Extensive Weakening Skill.

“Charm.”

(Screaming)

An intangible energy emanates from the bone.

<. Hmmm?

Isaac looked at me with a shrugged eye.

< You. Awesome!

Startup stopped.

Isaac giggles.

< Just kidding, just kidding! Anyway, I didn't think you'd get it right, but I'm impressed in so many ways.

“… Did you benefit from something too? ”

< Of course.

Isaac nods, satisfied.

I definitely feel stronger.

The broken area is completely smoothly repaired, and a subtle black feather stands around it.

Not nearly as much as you.

I felt like I had the power to kill 1,000 humans myself, divided Isaac among the intermediaries.

He didn't tell me specifically what else he could do.

< Together, they were more than a thousand troops. I thought I might get twisted to death, but that was amazing. I mean it. >

I guess the charm didn't work.

“How far did the Imperium advance? ”

I slowly turned my horse and walked across the sea of corpses.

The blood of the thin, stiff Humans is trampled on my feet.

We're pushing the neutral city of Ambermere.

“Not yet in the Alliance? ”

< Rather, I was pushed this way.

The attack order is also the same.

Isaac quickly read my thoughts.

< Don't even think about going to Ember.

“Why?”

< Strong ones are all around the small island.

I already know this story.

Red Flake, the Assassination Bridge of Gizgerai.

The stronghold is also in Ember.

Gizgerai himself, the Marquis

Where people like the Star Fox who ripped out their hearts once lived.

But those who are attacking the city now are stronger than he is.

They slaughtered thousands of municipalities and filled the island with nothing but ashes and corpses.

Obviously on my level, it's wise not to interfere.

Unless you want to die right now.

< You said you can absorb power from a corpse?

I nodded.

< First, disconnect like this. Start with the easy stuff.

The slashed corpses are speechless.

Some of them emitted very little green light.

One in a hundred.

Much weaker than me, but with a low chance of absorbing essence.

‘Absorption.’

It was when about thirty people siphoned small skills.

Fudduck! Fudduck!

A slightly louder sound of wings quickly approaches the area.

Immediately.

Of course it's not Isaac.

Pudding! Pudding!

I looked at the sound coming from the side. He was spreading his wings, half eagle, half human, and his face was all red with me.

“Ps. Blasphemy! ”

Tick-tock, tick-tock!

Next to her there was a woman with scales all over her body waving her tongue at me rubbing her long and thick thighs against the ground.

There was.

“Dare.! This is crazy.!” Black bitten eyes.

Kick Kick.

Isaac smiles joyfully.

But I was not that joyful.

Followers of the Pursons to see again.

Beyond snakes and harpies, more than twenty inflamed humans are emerging through the fog.

“I can't do this. ”

At first, I thought it was enough to fight and kill.

But it was arrogance.

I thought it was a good subject to experiment on how much you've grown.

Even a large snake can feel a considerable amount of pressure. As he climbed, there was once more pressure.

Not if it was a Harpy.

Getting out of here in one piece doesn't seem easy.