Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

A woman smiles like a braggart.

The expression is that he made an offer that he deserved.

I fell into a conflict for a while.

The Grand Marquis seems to be completely disabled.

It's an offer, but you're probably right to think it's a threat.

Suddenly look around.

The Dastard Marquis, the Women, the Small Humans.

Suddenly, he stares at the long, stretched bottle.

Like the woman in front of me said.

Am I really not deluded?

I was suspicious.

Maybe he's already set a trap and suggested a choice.

Choose your preferred option, colleague.

If not, lock him up in the cage.

Until when?

Unknown.

I didn't even know who the lanterns were.

The rest of the village, of course.

I didn't even know the identity of the guide I was with from the coast.

‘As expected……. ’

Wouldn't it be easier and quicker to work with the monsters in front of us?

“Good.”

I nod my head.

“Well done……. ”

You hear a hopping woman's voice and swing your sword at Leandro.

There was no hesitation.

The blade falls exactly where it is calculated.

Thunder, thunder!

‘I see it.’

Even if everything else is gone.

I can still feel the thread that was wrapped around him because it was so thick and layered.

Quickly to break the transparent chain that is wrapped in several layers: legs, chest, arms, eyes, mouth, ears, mouth.

You swing your sword.

What is it made of?

The cut webs scatter without sound or shadow.

“… I was going to compliment you. Why would you make a choice that you regret? ”

The cobwebs tied to the Marquis have not yet been cut in half.

The woman's movements were agile.

Bloop!

The threads are pulled, the threads are stretched, and Leandro stays by the woman's side.

I'm being dragged away.

The woman smiled.

It's a choice you'll regret.

I walked regretfully anyway.

I have repeated my life many times, making choices to regret.

But this time.

This is it.

‘I don't know.'

I'm not the only one who doesn't know.

I don't know anything about women.

Your Talents and Background.

Not to mention the relationships we have.

Save what?

Anger when you lose something.

I have no idea what I look like when I'm angry.

However, Leandro has already observed it several times.

They also know their personality and talents.

Calculations are not difficult.

Even if the Marquis is dangerous, it's better to take risks you already know.

‘I don't want to betray you first……. ’

Of course.

It's not just that sentimental.

Here we must fight.

A monster in the Mainland for the first time.

Powerful enough to disable detection level 15.

We don't know the end of the art of keeping Humans at bay.

After all, he was' pushed away 'by other monsters who forced him to do things he didn't want to do.

‘If even this woman can't win... she can't do anything in the east. ’

Even if you die.

Try.

‘Sword salt……. ’

Maximum output.

Fruit!

Essence of Destruction you created.

Artificial swords contain the work of the Knight of Death.

The flames explode as if all the air around them had become oil.

Liquor trick.

After all, it is only the power to hide.

The threads that were exposed layer by layer in the air were burned to ensure that the overload could no longer conceal their existence.

Kuguaguawa!

The column collapsed and the outer corridor and the whole room collapsed.

Each time the shaped thing collapsed, the flames rose even stronger.

The ceiling and walls were shaken, and the whole house collapsed like sand, exhaling.

“Phew... ”

The woman with the baron in her hand sighs and retreats.

The whole house collapses in less than a few seconds, but the ruined debris moves alive as if it were protecting a woman.

Humans surround you for a long time, as if you were building a wall behind a collapsed house.

The surreal scene.

But even the crumbling debris.

Giddyup!

Humans who turn yellow and begin to transform.

Sharp and sharp as a blade.

‘The authors... ’

Humans changed so quickly.

His head stretched out like a dough and became a wart, and his limbs stuck together and swelled up and changed into a giant egg shape.

Neck lengthened, arms lowered, toes clawed and toenails erected.

Some humans turned into lizards.

The children who played with dairy turned into butterflies with thin wings and stuttering hairs.

The hairy man who put us to bed and fed us walked to the burning floor and fell facedown.

A thick crust appeared all over his body, and the hair that was puffy turned into black horns in threes.

While children may have turned into butterflies, they were mostly just there, but the giant beetle flapped its crustacean wings once and the surrounding flames turned into flames.

Suddenly, I was pushed from side to side.

It's such a short time to look around.

All the changes were over.

All sorts of monsters surrounded me, sneaking past the bag.

‘… Where is it? ’

I find the Marquis, feeling the burden of murder.

Up in the far trees.

He was still hanging down, wrapped in a thread from a woman's fingertips.

Only his head was sticking out, and at least from his neck to his toes he was in a bottle.

A hypnotic look in my eyes.

“Damn……. ”

But a little bit.

Maybe I had a little hope.

That made me laugh.

I thought he was crisis-resistant.

‘That's what you did when you were fighting me. ’

I have always witnessed an incredible empowerment when my life was at stake.

Maybe.

I would have been acting.

I thought I might be leading the charge and planning something.

But it looks like it's completely gone.

‘I should have cut you down. ’

The situation has come to this point and he's pathetic.

I cleared my mind that I had been expecting.

Now.

I have to solve it completely.

I turn my gaze away from the baron and stare into the air.

I gaze quietly at the space between the woman and me.

Can we push it away? ’

Maximize Attack Power.

Even if I validate all of the controlled areas, I don't know how far it will go with the opposition.

In the first place.

How far is this guy's realm?

A collapsed room?

Burnt down house?

This town?

Humans have turned into monsters.

What about the house itself?

Is this a normal house?

Or this mountain?

Maybe the whole island?

‘That's ridiculous……. ’

Even if that's not it. We don't know how much we can break and how much we can fight.

Kugu...!

Should we concentrate on attacking him?

Or should we take defensive positions?

There was a complicated calculation in my head, but I soon stopped thinking.

How far is it from real?

The Pokémon doesn't know where the "drawn" realm is.

If so, the whole stage.

Break it down.

Like killing the possessed duck on Ember's shore.

Overwrite.

Blow it up < even inside.

In the end, if you can't distinguish, you can burn them all.

‘Maximize your inventory. ’

Focus your mind on the air.

However.

This time, the target is very wide.

< The more specific and narrow the imagination, the stronger and more effective it is.

Recite the words of the raven.

‘Obviously……. ’

Familiar with the shape of the sword.

From the sky, from your fingertips, your sword reaches down from the ground, and you think of everything breaking.

Dropping, cutting, and stabbing knives become larger and larger.

It's a shape that only feels to me, but it's even clearer because of that.

The enemy is not attacking.

Earth. Void. Sky.

As long as it's sealed.

When this place is made of cobwebs, the cobwebs tear off the branches.

Tear off the ‘overlaid’ fireworks.

There are no "targets" or "targets" in the realm of increasingly massive destruction.

Because it doesn't control power.

In fact, even the form is unclear.

Whether the blade is only on one side.

Sharp forward.

The blade is bent.

For sure, it's just...

Massive impact and destruction.

Crisp.

Pasasak.

It's the life of monsters.

Flames, ruined houses, and grass on the floor vanish.

Kuku ku ku ku ku ku!

The sky is torn.

The ground in front of me collapses and sinks. It clears up the place where I'm standing.

It's just dark down below.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you're not on the ground.

“No…! ”

The ground collapsed.

It eroded into my territory in the first place.

Being able to climb up into the air is natural enough not to explain why.

No matter how dark the abyss opens, I will not fall.

“This is... ”

The woman's face is crumpled.

The ground that collapses down there rises again and opens its mouth.

The land with the evident malice of being alive reveals its teeth and attacks me.

Boom!

A smile bursts when you see a huge land writhing as it bites through your territory.

Obviously.

‘It's wrong.’

It goes against the imagination of the world.

Conflicts with reality.

Against the laws of physics.

It is clearly separate from the 'already built order'.

If so, the 'coordination' of the world is inevitable.

‘I peeled it off. ’

The more naturally occurring and not contrary to the law, the more firmly the technique is maintained.

Unless you want to use up your strength.

The opponent.

Convince the world.

The foundation of Isaac's conclusion.

I don't know if it's a woman-made village, but this won't last long.

After all, it's a power struggle.

It's not a trick.

Pure power struggle.

‘I'm confident. ’

Guava light!

The invisible Physical Power has been destroyed.

He chews my teeth, rolls my tongue, and turns my intestines into giant nothingness.

The invisible blade of mass destruction crosses the broken ground.

Stab at the woman.

“Rrrrgh!”

Dozens of massive monsters rush at me as if I won't tolerate the attack.

The speed at which an arrow is fired.

It looks like there's a neural connection between women and monsters.

But...

‘Who cares...? ’

Burn it as it is.

‘Lightning.’

Paper support!

Hundreds of lightning strings formed by swords spring from the ground and tear the enemies apart.

No matter how fast you fly.

No matter how tricky you fly, you can't outrun lightning by flying.

Those monsters who can't fly are worthless.

The things that touch you, they tear you apart.

Those that are directly against the body are shredded without form.

But...

“Ahhh! This is so scary... You're stronger than I thought. ”

The bounced monsters turn into small pieces of clay without a drop of blood.

“Hahaha……. ”

“Was this... fake, too? ”

“Even if I lost my bet and got stuck in this place, there's no way I'm bringing my followers to an island like this. Just bring me a cute cat. ”

Fifty meters apart.

I evaporate and a woman joins me outside the void.

“Oh my, if I really hate you, should I threaten you like this...? ”

The woman wraps her thick, blackened fingers around the Marquis's neck.

“A valued colleague dies? ”

A sharp spike at the tip of the finger aims to tickle the Marquis's back neck, one centimeter apart.