Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Fuck, fuck...!

Make a blunt noise and the stone door opens slowly.

The pieces and dust fall apart because they have not been used for many years, dark as darkness fills them beyond.

Looking back, it went with the eyes of a girl in light purple and looked just a little nervous. Marie is expected from the face of the Cooperation Front (Reid) and seems to be under pressure because of it.

I nodded and decided to send a message to the girl. [M]

"Shall I attack you while chatting in communication (chat)"

"Let's do that. Something that's kind of scary and more reassuring to talk about."

"We're going to Grimland at the entertainment facility over the weekend. There are ghost attractions out there, and you might be surprised at the gap between this world and me."

To my words, Tickle Marie, and Uridora blink.

"I didn't know you were going to use haunts for spectacles."

"Uh, no, no. Because there's no such thing as haunting the other world."

"If you're not here, how are you going to show us? Haunted, is that what you mean?

and so on, the girl points her finger behind the hall. There was a sight of white luminescent skeletons coming from the floor and coming together with rags.

Oh, this is hard to explain. Even if you say it doesn't exist, it's real in front of you.

When worried about things like that, the Bloodstone team led by Xela throws herself into the dark one after the other. The light sphere that sews the other day and flies all the way through is Marie's produced light spirit.

They gather near the ceiling and dye the hall brightly. I can see this one in full, but the immortal (undead) doesn't matter because there's nothing called vision.

"Well, I guess it's actually quicker to see it. By the way, Uridora, if the hierarchy lord doesn't come out alert to Uridora, is it possible to block the signs?

"Regardless. If you cover it with my magic, you will not be perceived by all beings."

Yeah, well, then if I paragraph one, why don't you give it a try?

Defeating demons is important, but we can't move on until we defeat the Hierarchist.

Well, we're finally going into the hall, too.

It's a bottom-cold underground labyrinth, but the chilling air could be their fault for the immortals. And as they all entered, the hall door slowly began to close.

"Oh, is it going to close until the offense is over? Who manages this trick?"

"It's too long. Mr. Doula and the others are already fighting."

Well, it bothers me, so I can't help it.

The labyrinth is mysterious, and I often wonder who built it for what. Why was the labyrinth closed and why were the cats living on it?

The question, too, will surely clear up once the offense is over. So I reconsidered, and I finally took the sword.

"If the door closes, we have to get the outside [Tower Watch (Prison Keeper)] back out. Well, let's build a position more on schedule than that."

"Oh, and you'll never know where the enemy is."

Flying from the side of the ceiling, spiritual bodies are deflected and distracted from the sides.

Put your hands on your head, and how you distract yourself, the demon spiritual body splashes and slows the movement down badly. I had a rough time training this other day, but I had an unexpected harvest. I can't believe it's going to be this easy.

"If you don't manage it, the tower will disappear, so you have no choice. Well, I know where the enemy is, and I wouldn't be in trouble around level 50."

So I want to lay down the position as planned and get used to the cooperation front (Reid) with them. You should call the tower back when that's done.

The girl nodded cocklessly, and began to command the Spirit of Stone.

Well, Zella, and Doola's squad seem to be moving as planned.

Create a fan-shaped, thick formation, with the Zera squad chopping up at the front and the Doula squad spreading purification from the rear. I can make enough moves to secure this side of the area.

The opposing immortals (undead) were about to cover themselves like ants swarming to honey as the skeletons with spears. It will continue to emerge raggedly from the ground and will not be interrupted for the time being.

Spiritual bodies coming from the air continued to be inhibited by the light of purification and to dance like jellyfish through the air.

Well, the problem is - …….

In the middle of the hall, there is an overflowing tomb.

The stone tomb, which mimics the cross, is engraved with a name, from which drifts a whitewash. That could be a little hassle. When you wake up, you control the herd of the dead.

"Let's get a little hands on it. Can you ask me to grant you the Holy Attribute?

"If you can't, you're coming home. Well, I'll give you the gift technique."

When the girl points her wand, the blade of starscraps (Astro) distorts like it was wrapped in a pneumonia. Makes me think that the way you're making incredible noises is much more stable than the previous single-handed sword.

"I can't believe it's still stable... wow"

"The original demon goes so well with witchcraft and such. It wasn't them who created it."

We are impressed by Uridora's words.

The original is also referred to as the "Age of Demons" and the "Age of Night". Then were those who belonged to the devil making the reason (proverb) of the world?

Gashan! We were hacked by the sound of hidden doors opening from the left and right. After seeing the moving armor (living armor) that emerges from it, I finally walk out with Stasta.

"Whoa, I'm curious, but I'll see you later. Then I'll come."

Baba and the girl waved at me, and I decided to join the guerrilla squad. The target is about to be born in the middle of the hall earlier.

Tong and his present instantaneous movement reflexively grips the surrounding skeleton soldiers. Light swords roar petitely, and bones crumble apart as they dazzle (blink) the cross section.

"Wow, that's a good cut. This is going to be a habit."

Skeleton soldiers are not as high as around fifty. That's where they give you the sacred attribute, so you can cut off every shield to the skull.

The spiritual body, which, if seen, was to come from the grave, stood firmly on both legs, trying to lift its upper body off the ground. Of course I don't wait, I cut to the neck, to the side. [M]

Bullshit! an unpleasant sound. White spills around the area to indicate damage. Think while cutting off skeleton soldiers from the rear, etc., which may be close to level 70.

Musculoskeletal figure, seemingly permeable to the bone, does seem to be the immortal. But as he continued to attack the neck muscle, he also hated that demon.

"A, a, aah!!

When he shouts so, at the same time, the eyes of the surrounding skeleton soldiers change. Zaza, shield and spear, it could have been what they were supposed to be coming this way.

I don't know, I can't help but panic here, and as far as I'm concerned, I need to cut this handy big tree down for you. The company reads the air, but you see, this is the world of dreams.

Sprinkle with Bu, Bu, and let's dedicate ourselves to the attacking Skeleton Soldier.

They seemed to have the wrong effect as living beings on their mind-filled identities, and they sadly continued to play with the phantoms.

"It's kind of pathetic..."

"Yeah, I guess you want me to say it's efficient if you can"

I stumbled on a spontaneous communication (chat) from Marie. [M]

Well, a lot more stupidity (Ernest) remembers how to give an efficient blow. I was comparing a few patterns of angles but switched to the one with the best damage.

Zaku, zaku, zaku!

The neck that glimpses with each blow is cut off, and at the end of the day he sounds a similar voice to a sigh, "Oh," and the conductor is out of breath. No, am I right to say I did Buddha?

Think about it. It's a situation where you can put out a Kaishin blow (a critical hit) every time, and you certainly won't be able to stand it for a bit.

"... pathetic that all I can say is' A '"

"Don't say that. The stress we've built up at the company is dissipating."

That's crazy. I was just taking down a demon. I can't even argue with that because some of them hit me.

Nevertheless, if left unattended, enemy control would have been in place and there would have been no less sacrifice. I suppressed my feelings and decided to kick the ground and go back to the two of them.

Now, the position is finally formed.

Zuzu...... and sounded ground, it is stone walls in more complex shapes than before that were created. Drawing concave letters, the walls are covered, and the entrance is made extremely narrow.

"Oh, this guy again..."

Yes, on the stone wall, Zella stagnated.

The only central entrance is narrow, and the enemy's penetrating tip is sandwiched between the left and right walls. Spear bushes from the peephole await you as you pass, and even the light of purification descends from above. The shield (tank) is stubbornly blocked if it manages to get ahead despite numerous sacrifices, and now demonic traffic can be made.

You can attack as many barbed skeleton soldiers as you like, and when you fall, the next demon will come as a "replacement".

Around here, I wonder if the experience of seeing the castle made in Aomori lives.

The Japanese castle is interesting and thus prepares a situation where only narrow roads can be prepared to attack unilaterally.

Conversely, the castles of the West and this world hold back with strong thick walls, giving the impression that they can bounce off all things.

"I don't know... It's a fortress."

"Well, Marie actually imagines a fortress or a castle."

While I answer that, I step on the stone to see how strong it is. He's disappointingly stable, and he's going to collapse, even if there's a few things going on.

"That's just great, Marie. I can't believe we can handle structural enhancement."

"Hmm, this time we incorporated the concept of 'pillar'. Thanks to this, we're able to do complex structures."

Previously, I did an analysis of what would be a structural strengthening procedure (structure) in Uridora's labyrinth. Thanks to this, they seem to be able to improve slightly, such as creating peepholes and rooftop layers.

Doola, who was exposed to the fluctuations of purification, waves her red hair back into our voices.

"If it's advantageous on the terrain, we can fight against numbers. Yeah, don't do it. Sleep tight. You're subtly taking over the leadership too, and you guys are hilarious."

It was rarely reddish on her cheeks for a calm girlfriend, and apparently she felt a good deal of collaboration.

I wonder if we could have discovered later that they would defeat us on their own, even if we formed a position here.

When we had a satisfying grin on each other, he came.

He is the one who wanders the labyrinth.

Kill every living creature.

Being present between life and death, burning your eyes to a burning color, and flying from nowhere, Bakin to the center of the hall! and had a huge crack. Looking back at us in unison, he rattles a cockroach and his neck, exhaling a breath reminiscent of blood smoke.

"- Killer (Murderer)"

I was exercising my metastasis when Pompous and Doula muttered.

Because I had an instinct that it would suck if I didn't.