Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Huff, puff, puff. * Sigh *...

Something fluid-like, gas-like, and constantly changing color poured out gradually.

It became increasingly ubiquitous. It was like the deconstructed body of a giant creature, and it looked like smoke that was distant blonde.

Beginning, the knight trembled unbelievably.

Heh. Git.

There's a scratch in the air.

The Gray Knight waves his sword without hesitation.

But the shooting didn't point at us, or at anything that was everywhere.

The red energy spilled from the blade cuts through the empty air, and the chopped knight disappears into pieces.

A small tremor strikes where he disappeared.

“Are you running away again? ”

Nannau opened her mouth.

It only looked that way.

“I can't believe the Titans just lost all control...

I thought they were terrified because of the Gray Knight.

But...

The five emblems fused together.

Titans woven with dust to protect it. The chopped knight from the emblem.

Maybe we should look on the same side. Then that thing that made everyone run away....

Cough. Thief...

Mud falls into nowhere.

Glug glug...

[Boo. Yip. I... I...]

Mud brought the horse.

Did he mean Isaac's ability to break the invisible symbol?

It is not a language you can understand.

But it sounded like the gospel of God to me directly in my mind.

Delivery of pure intent.

It is rather unnatural for one to understand communication without form in the old language.

“That's it. What is it? ”

Only to me will Nannau take the sickle.

It seemed to be touching.

“Slavic? No, it's too big. That's not...

She shuts her lips, unable to speak. I feel more and more energetic in my hand with the scabbard.

[Very. Good. I'm here. I'm...]

I didn't have enough water to ask if I could hear it.

Ominosity began to envelop the area like a juicy contour.

I reached for the air.

Isaac, who was in the inventory.

I took it out.

“Isaac.”

< What, why did you bring it out? I have nothing to do with you. I used up a lot of causality back there. I don't know if I'll sacrifice it again... >

The crow points to Nannau and stops slowly.

< What the hell is that...?

Isaac's beak, his language, the world.

The eyes that I was watching with flashing eyes froze for a moment.

When the crow, who explained everything, was silent, it became as if he had gone into a coffin.

Cough. Cough...

“Nanyaw.”

Fortunately, the silence was not long. The crow stood still and spoke. “Shoot the bullet. I'll cast a spell.” Nannau nods quietly.

The blade supports the blade, the sack cannon.

The user pulls a large handle that is attached to the sack.

Huff.

Silver devil is equipped.

Ride

She aims a bullet at the target about to form like mud.

Split up.

Martan's shooter holds the giant trigger in his hand.

Frozen.

Maybe it's just too much.

With three spells, Isaac wished for a few strong, black feathers as white as snowflakes.

Bang!

Bullets fired at an inevitable speed hit exactly where the fluid clumps.

But the bullet that spins helically, the burning curse at its end, twitching, penetrates and disappears.

Guava light!

The bullet exploded against the cave wall. The walls are 10 meters.

You dig close, and the inside is scorched, crumbling, and freezing.

“This...! ”

A strange feeling builds up on the crumbling wall.

What I've experienced.

This is exactly what happened when the chopped knight attacked me, which disappeared in a hurry.

[Finally. That's it. We…]

The fluid that leaks out around the jittery pattern becomes dark, flowing.

As the volume of the ditch increased, the meaning was clearly conveyed.

The mucus looked blue, it looked dark green again, and it suddenly looked green as it fixed its gaze.

Though I shuddered and shuddered, my desire for life seemed to be more intense than anything else.

[Together. We should. I...]

Brawl, brawl, brawl.

You feel a shell blast and the sound of shell casings flying away.

There seemed to be only sticky slime in front of me and me.

[We. One…]

[I, forever. Be great...]

The mud doesn't even respond to Nannau and Isaac's attacks. Mucus leaked out gradually.

Bloop!

A blue curse, a red curse, is continuously overlaid with bullets.

The raven's feathers were white and white for more than half of its effort, but they had no effect.

The little lump came to me, not caring about anything.

Nannau cried out, looking at me.

“This. Remember that book by Kevin Ashton? Underground monsters. It's like that...! ”

I'm sure.

But I didn't think of it.

Perhaps the growing clay is strangely familiar.

You don't think of the opponent as being 'something to be afraid of', as it is written in Kevin Ashton's book.

I suddenly remembered an illustration of a book that used to absorb silver lurium in the city.

“Run. You guys first! ”

As soon as the trench approaches.

The moment I was buried in the mud.

I felt like everything was going to fall apart.

“What are you talking about? What about you?"

Dallac.

Nannau grabbed my shoulder and shook it hard.

Immediately, the mucus, which was twitching like a hatch, hurled a stare at Nannau.

“Mind. Mind. E. Nanyau. You hurry up and run. Please."

I yelled at Nannau who stopped.

“Help. No! ”

Inventory can protect them.

I felt that there was nothing.

Whether it was because he shouted earnestly or not, Nanyau stepped back.

The crow next to you flaps its wings and stares at the fluids.

“It doesn't stop. There's no rope. There is no line. This is a possible reaction... It is not affected by the beginning and end. Even the goddesses guarding the ropes are impossible...

“Get behind you too! ”

It was then.

The slime that flows out of the air and is blown up by the volume is moving forward.

It clumps together like air, time, and clinging to it.

"I" walked towards the dough that spilled on something.

It shoots up from the body.

Like a red magnolia blossom on a grave, like the cracked base of a tree that breathed in the winter, like a hibiscus swarming in a snow-covered plateau...

My body was itchy.

The sticky mucus rising from the floor rose from my body as if it were transferring space.

The clay sticks to the hollow bones.

Increased volume.

My heart was far away and close.

I could not assess perspective.

The moment the mud blew, my memories violently flashed. New information stuck to memory as if it were where it had always been.

The world felt like grass to be eaten, followed by billions of landscapes, sea cucumbers, and spider webs.

This is the "sailor."

Hidden thread.

I remembered. I was suddenly hungry.

A little, but I have something to drink next to it. All the lurium is mine.

We need to take the spin from the wrong place and fill it up a bit.

When I look at the prey with the sickle, I see a rushing saliva.

A food that has lived for 300 years.

If you suck out the blood vessels. It'll be a good meal.

When you try to smash it, the little crow sees a shrapnel of truth and wears something.

I laughed.

But I couldn't hear anything because my memory was overwhelmed.

The wind is howling.

It was a heavy bloom of corpses filled with black mountains.

I don't see any stars floating anywhere, being eaten by the apostles, or not arriving yet.

It always has been.

In the darkness, humans are eaten, cut off, stripped, and unable to scream properly.

If starlight comes, how long do we wait for it to reach us?

The king did not wait.

A world without light becomes clearer.

“My king...

A prophet with his arms and legs cut off whispers in his backpack.

In exchange for leaking the future, she was damaged by nerves.

I can't feel it.

The world will be cold to her, shipped out, and cold again.

The prophet opens his mouth, and the boy holding his backpack flinches, nervous. The boy was mute.

“There are many enemies. ”

“A lot.”

The king listened and recited it.

The feeling came back to my fingertips.

The unfinished hunt gave me nothing more than a sense of despair.

“A lot.”

Thousands of cities crumbled.

The king, standing on a hill, recalled the world where hundreds of millions of people were raised.

Killing and killing the enemy never ends. The blood breeze is bright and refreshing to reach. Only the prophet read the king's mind and closed his eyes in the cold.

Scratched Fourteen Man.

What's in your hand is more hope than a weapon. There is only one king who can fight the Apostle.

A hero on the throne.

Only confess and be determined from the beginning.

Existing king.

Without saving any starlight.

A crack born alone that does not seek the forgiveness of the gods.

Even the judges and spectators are not the ones who hang around.

Trinkets sealed off the world's entrance, so they can't even escape.

On stage for witnessing and winning, praising and gnashing.

The prophet in his backpack felt a rarely adaptable cold.

I felt a chill with my eardrums.

I couldn't hear very well.

“My king, what kind of enemies... the prophet has struggled to open his mouth. From now on.

I can't wait to cry.

It's your turn to enjoy the pleasures you couldn't even imagine...

Caw! Caw!

The white crow flew around crying sharply.

Cough! Cough!

All alone on the Black Mountain, a white-bleached crow looked at the king and cried desperately.

Every time the white crow cried, his beak split.

The king slowly raised his head and looked at the unpleasant crow.

“Who are you looking at? ”

“My king?”

The humans around him look at him curiously. Just before the beak split, the king gave an empty hand to the roaring crow.

It reaches out. The darkness distorts, and a wave rises.

I stopped moving.

“You..? * Cough * * Cough * Are you out of your mind? ”

The memory that had flowed from Nannau's hand holding her neck was separated.

Bloop-oop. Bloop-oop.

The mud lingers in the air without sticking to your body.

[Wh...?]

Cheerful...!

[61.71% …]

[I… am…] [59.95% …]

[Fairytale rate.,.] [The fairy tale rate is too...] [I woke up from a dream.]

[Fairytale rate is too low.] [Decline synchronization.]

[Young. The stone...]

The air is distorted.

“D-do it! ”

You hear crows screaming. The black feathers that had been bleached were as faint as fog, even beyond white. The crow's beak splits into dozens of thin cracks and flakes.

Isaac shouts.

Lead them to "! Let's play a game! This is where we get as much information as we can! ”

“Upstairs. ”