Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

‘200 meters.'

Front.

I felt a lot of life surrounding something.

‘Surrounding. ’

Through the darkness of the cave, you kill the footsteps and approach with caution.

Dallac. Dallac.

However, the leading soldiers were unable to hide their movements at a steady pace.

You slow down the soldiers' arrival to go deeper.

I gave some instructions to come out and react as needed.

Gilloth and I are ahead of you.

“Joo-gun... ”

Gilrout said.

I could feel it, too.

Exiting the long, dark passageway, you see Gizgerai in front of you.

She's a formal ambush.

Surrounded by hundreds of horses and horses.

We are still enclosed in the darkness of the passageway. Moreover, they seem to be unaware of our existence as they are focusing all their nerves on the Necromancers and Durahan.

“Klkel……. It's begun.”

A man rides on a gigantic crocodile that stands out.

Gizgerai's body twists and loses its balance as if it were being sucked into the ground.

When she roared, the whole cave, like this whole life.

I felt it.

Heave-ho!

Even Durahan puts his sword to the ground with difficulty.

It looks more like it's leaning against a knife than it is against a knife.

The dark life settles on them endlessly.

‘Dangerous.'

A warning rang out in my head.

Are you going to run away right now, or are you going to grab Gilrout by the wrist?

I stopped it.

We need to keep an eye on the situation.

A horse with a dog's head on the human body says: The staff in your hand was flickering with a pale violet luminosity.

“You have already been defeated, my noble Necromancer. Give it up neatly. The other thrones are joining you along the path that the third throne has opened while consuming the cause. ”

Contrary to him.

The man on the crocodile cries out in a seizure.

“When the king reaps what he sows,

The king will tear you limb from limb! Your origins, your cries! Your power, right, you! He will take down the Necromancer Gizgerai! gladly submit! ”

The crocodile man cries out again loudly.

Still no word from Gizgerai.

With her senses, we can't be unaware that we're hiding and watching.

If you say anything, I'll act immediately.

GilRoute is trying to escape as soon as the signal hits, killing his breath and conserving his strength. You think as you hear the stories surrounding her continue.

‘The curse of Bazago...? "Eating?" I thought it was crazy.

It was true that the Bazaars attacked Gizgerai.

‘That was foolish.’

I believed in the heavenly host.

No, Heaven is right.

It's just misinterpretation.

The brand of a bazaar burns.

I was a fool to trust blindly and feel so uneasy about Gillotte.

An opponent on the road.

There were gnomes and bats who introduced themselves as scouts.

< This opportunity was not to come every day! The rope fell off...

I thought you said you were number 157th on the market.

It reminds me of what Noum Nofelance said.

It was funny to see those noble horsemen running around scouting for me.

‘This was the real mission. ’

Killing Gizgerai.

These giants are worth mobilizing.

Dalrak....

The commotion is rampaging. First, I gather the soldiers in front of me so they can protrude at any time.

The man on the crocodile ridiculed as much as he wanted.

“How foolish of you. Stupid... It was the key to amplifying the curse, even if it followed itself here.

Hahaha... Kill him! ”

Whether it was the priests' men or hundreds of corpses scattered all around, they rushed towards Gizgerai at the same time.

“Throw!”

Behind them, I shouted.

Idiot!

Twenty javelins split the air.

Pucker, pucker! Enemies!

The javelin, surprisingly, was hit most of the time by a bullseye.

“Continue!”

Shoot!

Idiot!

The javelin, the repair sword, is thrown away three or four times in a short moment.

You try to charge forward, but the corpses are suddenly ambushed from behind.

However, the corpses were not disabled by a single javelin strike.

The fallen one was four or five at the same time.

Less than a hundredth.

But you can't watch Necromancer die.

She's even in a state of helplessness.

Perhaps it's more dangerous now than when we fought the Gray Knight.

Even if it ends right here.

Even if your bones are all broken up.

I grabbed the knife at my own risk.

Rescue target…….

“Gizgerai!”

“Lord!”

Screaming!

The charge against the staggering Gizgerai has already begun, but we cannot sit idly by.

We started cutting them off one by one from the ones waiting on the outskirts.

“Wow! What is it? ”

The gnome on the wolf looked at me and cried out in panic.

“What if you say no to the scouts and they show up here! Do you want to die? Run away!”

“Or will you join us? Your party is already destroyed. ”

It was when the bat put a word on it.

“Were you worried? ”

In the middle of the rushing corpses, a staggering necromancer looks over here and smiles small.

Surrounded by hundreds of countless shadows, the physician clearly communicates through them, piercing them lightly.

And then...

Hrrrrrrr!

The back of her hand rises in a deep blue flame like the sea.

“Huh?"

I can feel the heat even though it's hundreds of meters away.

Kwaguang!

Intense spreading to spiral circles

In the explosion, hundreds of bodies fall into flames and fall far away.

A white flash flashes through the massive explosion.

Gizgerai runs into the ground and reaches out and stabs the heart of a man on a crocodile.

“Ahhhh!”

The man twists his whole body with all his might, and instead of his heart, his arm is snatched and immediately torn out.

Fighting.

The man's arm, which was contaminated by a ruthless command that did not fit his talents, was separated without any resistance, like the original decaying garbage.

The imprint of the necromancer's pact with Bazago is beyond the seal, reversing the worst curse, but the necromancer does not stop.

Hot meal.

The Necromancer's left hand grabs the black horn of a tiny, grown ram.

“Ugh, ugh! ”

What does it mean to be caught by horns?

The man's eyes are filled with truth, and a frightening white glow flashes from his black eyes.

Qajik!

Gizgerai slaps the man in the face with his horn. The bone settles in a fist that extends from the street in front of you.

Quack, quack! Qajik!

The horn was a good handle. The face that had already been halfway torn down successively. The former priest of the Demon King, who had been broken from his mouth, whimpered with black foam without screaming.

“Tsk! Tsk! Kick it! Kick it! ”

You cast a reinforcement spell on the broken man in a row around you.

Gizgerai pulls his fist back as if he felt a slight resistance.

The man with the horn screams with his broken mouth.

“Khh, khh, khh! Nose, nose, nose.

Mara! The more Merri, the more Jerse Dolikis carried...! ”

“Fuck you.”

Kwakwang!

She throws her fist forward.

The simple regime is wrapped around a spiral spiral.

Duck!

I broke the horn I was holding because I couldn't overcome the shock on my face.

After the last blow fractured the entire skull.

The body of the man who was the former priest of Bazago sank like garbage.

Gizgerai kicks the crocodile from a distance, which until then was stuck on his feet.

The crocodile, who liked to chew a lot of things alive, burst into flames and died instantly.

“Snails. Kill me? ”

I jumped in early and cut a few pieces.

From one moment to the next, neither I nor my enemies were overwhelmed by her compulsion and could stand back and fight each other.

“Lord!”

Loyal admiration erupts from Durahan's mouths.

“Lord!”

It was their sincere joy at the necromancer, who exerted overwhelming power even under the worst circumstances.

Gizgerai looks at the remaining enemies unharmed.

But I could tell.

‘You're bluffing.’

I feel it.

Even those stronger than me.

Others may not know.

But I've watched her die several times.

I know exactly how she feels when she's been hit.

Now is the time.

‘Dangerous.'

A man who just died will be a lot easier to deal with.

An enemy that can be struck by tentacles with one finger.

The target may have been able to break its face with one punch.

“It wasn't him. ”

Gizgerai mutters low. Her wavelength sounded strangely clear only to me.

[Battle in the Superior Spell Force focused on only one person.]

[Experience a very special situation.]

[Recover Spell Knowledge Lv.1!]

‘Recovery again. ’

There's nothing to enjoy.

I was able to understand her words as she regained her skills.

The man on the crocodile.

Ex-priest of Basago.

Gizgerai must have thought he was the vessel of the curse.

That's why he was targeting him with an uncomfortable body.

‘A failed gamble. ’

Screaming!

I slit off one of the attacking bastards and stuck to Gilrout.

“Wow! Your group is ridiculously strong! ”

NORM NOPHELLANCE exclaimed, "I am clean."

“Fantastic. There's a reason the bartenders have been working so long. Indeed, he can target the Demon King's throne. There's more than one hidden power. ”

“Gizgerai... wants the Demon King's throne?" ”

Is that even possible?

No matter how strong Gizgerai may be, it's never too early to say that something can be "the Demon King."

You think you can get on the Demon King, which is already fixed at 16?

<... Do you think the Demon King has 16 seats?

An unidentified white hood reminds me of what the Demon King could have done today.

‘What the hell……. ’

[Recover Spell Knowledge Lv.2!]

[Fairy tale rates have dropped.]

[53.14%_52.49%]

I felt dizzy.

Meanwhile, bats and gnomes kept talking nonstop.

“That's right! You can go after them all you want! ”

“This Necromancer is too strong. So much that the Demon King betrayed the contractor in a straightforward blow to the side effect of the cause……. Still... much more profitable. ”

The bat mutters.

It was then.

[Malphas recommends retreat.]

Retreat.

Of course not.

Stand down and Gizgerai dies. It might not make a difference if I wasn't there.

[Malphas recommends that you retreat again.]

The same message comes to mind.

Why is he doing this?

Worried about me?

[Malphas says they have a good reason.]

For whatever reason.

We can't just stand by and watch Gizgerai die.

Maybe it's the curse.

It seems difficult to support Durahan.

Gillette, too.

The other Durahans are barely holding their swords.

Twenty soldiers come from my magical power, but are weak.

At least there are people who can build a vibration.

I felt confident that this place was the end of my life.

‘But... ’

Of course, we have to fight.

I fixed the knife with the thought of slashing one more.

“Looks like you're holding out, too. ”

“Shall we finish? ”

“Sure."

Four noble horsemen take a step forward.

“Prepare to attack! ”

There are many shadows lurking in the unseen, crawling back into the void.

Black.

Thousands, not hundreds.

All the magic and magic that can be removed from the current erosion level seemed to have been mobilized here.

“Gather round!”

The numbers are less than a hundredth of the work.

These are the soldiers Gizgerai left with me.

Gather them together and form a camp, and march towards her.

“Small!”

Gizgerai, standing in the middle, cries out.

All those who cried out looked at her.

Thousands of magical objects that were just about to attack have halted their flawed movements.

“It's too small! Were you trying to kill me because you thought it might threaten your position when the bargain opened? ”

The necromancer vomits like an explosion.

“You're ridiculous, aren't you? 3 of FIG.

The Demon King is the Lord of the Dead.

He wanted to do that to himself.

Is it? ”

Gizgerai has never said a word.

I didn't solve the job.

Her speech is not proficient.

But the lament of vomiting at the pain of not being able to help the knights is authenticity.

There was.

“Even though it's cheap and one thing, the magic system's logic is strong! Those so-called Demon Kings, who volunteered to take the first step in erosion, are you willing to fight me for it? ”

Fair point.

It was a fair sanctuary.

I had to.

However, the four noble horsemen were not at all agitated.

“That's not the point, who might have been the Monarch of Death. ”

The bat said low.

“Then what do you mean! ”

“You know that, don't you? It's Lint. He who wakes the forgotten dragons from their frozen memories. ”

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