Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Lena looks at the duc, clinging to her invisible power.

The peacock dressed neatly didn't seem to like Lena's glittering eyes.

He frowns.

“Don't talk about it. ”

_Boom!

Lena's body, floating in the air, is crushed to the ground.

I can't even get a proper scream out of my mouth because I'm choking enough to see a red rope around my neck.

“Hehehe……. ”

The invisible force was firm.

There were tears in my eyes.

But Lena's expression does not distort.

He neither screams nor struggles.

‘Surviving in this situation......

Familiar

The feeling of restraining the whole body produces a burst of déjà vu.

Something I've done a long time ago.

Her actions were always done for one thing.

To live.

To survive.

I can do anything for it.

It reminds me of a faint memory that hung from a spider web.

‘Repeats over and over……

Obviously.

As opposed to the returnees.

Nothing stupid.

If you're out there in the world.

Maybe, the story can be different.

“(* Sobbing *) ”

While I'm holding on.

I can feel the pressure on my torso and the tightness of my throat gradually weakening.

‘I'm not going to kill you. ’

A shimmering smile comes from the depths of my stomach.

“H-use me as your subordinate. ”

With a shallow, open breath, she spits out white.

“Don't the nobles of the empire have anything for you to use now anyway? ”

All the ghost elites are gone.

‘This one’, not the former Duke, must feel a strange distance from the intimate veils of the empire.

“If you spare that Cat... I'll do my best to be loyal." ”

Sharoonian comfort is also important.

Trying not to become an unknown opponent of what you want.

If you don't know the inside, you buy anxiety and get rid of it easily.

Qajik!

Lena's body falls to the ground again.

The Pokémon's neck is strong, and its gaze flickers before its eyes.

“Arrogant.”

“Lena...! ”

Sharounian bites her teeth as she looks at her furrowed face.

You pull the last of your power together and brace yourself as if you were about to cast a spell.

Lena quickly stirs her hands.

“That's funny. Who are you... negotiating with? ”

But unlike what I said, there was no more attack on her.

“Hey, there...! Please let me tell you what I know! ”

The Duke's ridiculous strength.

Despised, I feel that he is definitely ‘outside’.

He nods slowly, pretending not to.

“Fine. I'll give you one more chance. The next thing you say is interesting.

If we don't, one of his arms will fly off. ”

The duc said with a bold expression. Lena rolls her eyes.

“I went to Ember... Do you know a Necromancer named Gizgerai?" ”

* * *

The commotion continues.

The commotion continues to accelerate only in a direction that is disadvantageous to Brahms.

‘This won't do. ’

I looked at Rubia.

“Return to headquarters. Stay with the Red Flakes. ”

There's no point in waiting for a vote now.

‘The incitement is over. ’

With only two votes, it doesn't interfere with the trend.

“Oh... by myself? ”

I nodded.

“I have work to do. ”

“I do... but be careful. ”

She stopped and began to return, passing through Ember's citizens, to see if she had read my resolute attitude.

Nothing would be safer with Gizgerai and the Starlight Fox at Red Flake Headquarters.

Woohoo.

Security Ball escorts her.

I want to do something from now on.

‘Let's go. ’

— Pot!

Immersed among the crowded citizens,

I circle the road and think fast toward the sanctuary of my dreams.

At this rate.

As long as there are no variables, Ember will go down in history.

‘Destruction then, destruction. ’

Since Lurium is used in all dream machines rather than war preparations, Embermere seems to be unable to defend itself properly.

While Brahms was taking care of the whole city by himself, the citizens kept getting lazy.

The chairman had a great deal to say about Ember.

Belief and faith blindfolded him.

‘I have no great affection for him. ’

I have to help.

At least we can't let Embermere collapse like this.

Lawrence Tartier's blade will eventually be aimed at us.

Brahms.

Embermere needs to be properly repaired and stopped.

It's my turn to move.

Let's get rid of them! ’

Since I've been in Embermere, I've been monitoring the citizens of Brahmin, Gloria, and Ember.

It was concluded.

Destroy the dream machine.

It's the simplest way.

We can't use Lurium for the dream machine, we can lose the reason to nuke Brahms, and we can make much better preparations for war.

Forcibly fulfill reality.

Even if you blame me, the dream machine is gone. What can I do?

‘I can't write anyway. ’

Not available unless mucosal aspiration.

It means nothing to me.

The people of Embermere who want to dream

It doesn't really matter if you lose your ideals.

Pot!

Other parts of the city are very quiet and cool because of citizens attending the rally.

‘This way.’

Gloria's power is largely mobilized to the Congress.

Gloria, who is the third in Embermere, is the same.

Of course, the sanctuary of dreams as it is now.

None when empty.

There's nothing to discuss.

Now is the time for me to know the future.

Zec.

There's nobody here. ’

Even the door is completely closed.

A huge metal plate blocks the way through the entrance of the first floor to the space with the dream machine.

It's not as thick as it looks.

A colorless steel that doesn't have a handle, like it's not made to open, isolates the space.

‘That's it... An invisible sword. ’

Now we can create extreme swords in empty space.

The form is completely free.

Giddyuck!

A thin blade pierces between the steel, then plunges both sides together, tearing tens of centimeters of steel doors apart like a piece of paper.

They forcibly ripped out the door and went inside.

Quiet.

Who's there? ’

Inside, there's no shortage.

“Not a single person... ”

Employees, too.

Not a single human being dreams with a mask on.

If you think about it, it is natural for those who are addicted to dreams to be able to control them easily, so those who insist on going to the congregation and voting are those who insist on it.

"Oh."

A place that doesn't feel human warmth at all.

Those who have been lying here dreaming, may be in the middle of voting for Brahms.

Anyway.

The best time to wipe this place out with this minimal bleeding.

It's overwhelming.

I walked inside.

Silver fluids don't float like they used to.

‘It's empty. ’

It's not just people that are missing.

There is no Lurium.

Looking at the flask, the blend disappears and swings it sideways by creating a giant machete that puts about a dozen meters in the range at a time.

S O I

_1T huh!

The calibration of the area has a completely different level of destructive force than blowing a sword over a knife.

Boom, boom! Boom!

The flask and the machines connected to it explode.

The machines withstood much longer than the steel doors outside, as if they had high durability, but as they continued to push on, they were not able to withstand a few times and easily shattered.

Over and over again, the debris splits in all directions and splits down to the base where the machine is installed.

When I thought I was done.

Something caught my eye.

I calmly sink the sword that bombarded the area and look at the floor.

"This?"

As you pull the floor out with your sword, you see a tube connected to the machines.

The structure that citizens put in flasks could flow down any tube.

‘In fact, the amount used for the machine above is half……. No, much less. ’

If you look at the thickness of the hidden coffin.

20 percent for the upper machinery, 80 percent for all the lumium going down.

It's flowing.

What an improper outfit.

Ridiculous deception.

"A fifth of a million on a machine. ’

Maybe it'll make your dreams last longer.

For everyone's happiness.

I didn't believe any of that at first, and it's shocking even though I never had any chance of dreaming using this machine.

Not to mention the people who were dreaming.

Her henchmen may have been badly deceived by Gloria.

Boom! Boom! Queek!

The steel floor was as thick as the tent of deception.

Wood Duck! Ridiculous!

It tears, cracks, and pierces a few meters thick wall of steel.

Blah, blah!

Finally, a hidden underground space appears.

‘Well... there's another way to get it right. ’

If we can go like this, we can go.

If you look at the thickness of the tube, 80% of the lurium from the top is gathered here.

The question to ask is simple.

What the hell for?

Where the coffins lead.

There was a huge flask.

“Is it... empty? ”

There are tentacles everywhere in empty Pillars.

Float.

Although it is similar to the flask seen in Imperial slaughter, it is different that the tentacle tip is red and covers almost one human being, not implantable.

A strange strange feeling is conveyed.

The sensation of entering Red Flake's headquarters.

The material is different.

A machine made of nothing new, not rare metal or materials built by the Dwarves.

‘One... two

There was only one flask.

60-fold... and 60-fold. ’

The manual next to the flask detailed how much time can be accelerated.

Is this really a dream machine? ’

I felt that intuitively.

No, I don't.

It was more like noticing.

The fact that everything up there is modeled after a machine in front of your eyes.

Manual.

No, the Dream Machine journal.

I heard it unfold.

‘If you consume Lurium at a certain magnitude, you can add that much extra time to your dream…? ’

I looked at the empty flask and thought,

For some, 80%.

Some people take 90% of the lurium.

The owner of this flask was dreaming on his own.

Blur-ub.

I kept handing over the journal.

The diary contains a story about a dream machine that I discovered while exploring underground.

The agony about how to fill the vast amount of Lurium used was detailed.

“Gloria……. ”

The journal seems detailed and specific, as if it didn't need to be written down.

[This may be what Red Flake calls legacy. If I use it outside, they'll intervene.

I can't handle all those freaks on my own. Let's keep it under wraps.]

[What did I... experience? That's fascinating. How could you possibly have this experience? I felt like my soul was melting. I'm happy just because I have something like this breaks my heart.]

[Just a stroke of the machine is fascinating. My whole body trembles with the possibility of being able to use it again. Nothing other than this machine now arouses curiosity.]

[I want to use it again... Again... But the amount of Lurium I need for one dream is too high. No wonder the machine is so hard to implement in computation that it's ideological.]

[It's not a waste, of course. It's the only way to get it.]

[Researched.]

For a long time, the records of machine research

Continued.

[In the design of this complex machine, the only thing I can implement is the 'memory’ part. This much…….]

Blur-ub.

I keep handing over Gloria's journal, prepared as a confession.

I can feel the energy in my hands with the journal.

Gloria of virtue has succeeded in developing a sheep-like dream machine.

But the part of my dream was to consume a lot of rutium in the first place.

It was not the purpose of development.

What is left to the users of the machine.

It's just a ‘memory’ of having a very long and happy dream.

“This madness……. ”

In the end, there were no such dreams.

I just remember that I had a dream.

The centuries-old ideal that will never break the flow in the middle was guaranteed to only one Gloria.

She is.

Selling other citizens' realities.

I was just having a very long and long dream of having to wake up one day.