Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Out of the way, the legs like a marutai tread, and the dry sand rises.

The red eyes shimmered, exhaling full of killing intentions, and demons jumped into the path leading to the ancient labyrinth.

This mountain has an oasis in the center, shaped like a knife cut in from directly above it.

On its straight path lies the culture left behind by the Cats, who crush altars and murals made of stone.

The sun has already reached its peak and the contrast difference between the sun and the shadow is very intense. The sound of a rock bursting from everywhere due to the impact I think is being hit by a rock grinder and the pressure to crush it.

The way a giant as elephant progressed was rolling and showed unstoppable to anyone.

and the eyeballs on the back of the giant move just fine.

If you look closely, it has the same on the other demons, and they seem to be observing the surroundings at all costs.

Preceding them, they are equipped with a body that can withstand interception, as well as the ability to target enemies. That is, as much as ten centimeters of armor that covers it without gaps as a doughworm, and this eyeball.

Information from the surrounding area has been sent to the Leading Corps Commander, who can respond to the situation at any time.

But he thought something was wrong.

Apply a claw to the demon's back and explore the surroundings with a sword on his shoulder.

Because this road is sandwiched between the left and right walls, I thought there was some kind of obstacle. It's not like they're deserted because they feel more than one gaze. Regardless, this herd will not be stopped at every obstacle.

"... did you cower? No, no, that's shallow thinking. I guess it should be considered a trap. People are smart. If you don't peel him like a pomegranate, he won't calm down."

Ringing his fingertips tightly, he has a few more ideas about this war.

Originally, this base assumed a larger defense force. This is the ancient labyrinth that the Demon Army and others want, because recapture is the one hand that leads to an end to the war (checkmates).

Firstly, it holds the Demon Stone in its hand and crushes the advantage for the Alilai nation. And it would be the proposition of the Demons to uncover the secret of sleeping at the bottom of the labyrinth.

"If we had been able to attract the Alirai National Army here, we would have ravaged it in no time."

But they didn't come out of the fence. We have abandoned the ancient labyrinth and chose the latter for the question of whether to die first or later.

Sounds like they're making up for the troop numbers in the Troika, but knowing the nature of this battle would disintegrate them. Because if you leave the castle, you will be crushed, and if you leave the labyrinth, you will eventually perish.

Covering his head softly with a black cloth, he breathes softly. The dry air mixed with a nostalgic smell somewhere.

"Definitely. This is where we were born. It is intolerable to rule this sanctuary by the weak humans. Which will occupy me in one breath."

Not failing to defeat his surrounding enemies, he gave instructions not to slow down his advance.

And strong sunshine is abruptly blocked. The demons were sucked into the pit.

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"Leading group, we are now in the 'Pit (Tunnel)'"

To the report from the dark, Commander Hakam nods one with his eyes closed.

As the phase gets nervous, his movement slows down. I guess it's because I work my intelligence constantly to survive.

Instead of the number of soldiers who can defend their strongholds in flattery every two hundred people, they are uprooted just because they are caught off guard. It's a much more difficult assignment than usual.

There are three pawns on the board, and Hakam explores the use and timing in his chest. One of them, a pawn waiting at the end of the pit - he asked the old soldier.

"How's it going, Gaston?"

"Heh, the Ruby squad can go anytime. Go ahead (over)"

I didn't even slap my usual light mouth, and that's what the old man gave me back.

It's an unexpectedly calm voice, and I'm sure even if the Demons crushed me to death, they'll laugh back, "Don't even have those days."

I want to spare you. I ask myself whether it is good to let the brave and courageous do the most dangerous tasks.

Not a good idea. I want to save a brave soldier, etc. It would be the work of the gods.

Yes, thinking in his chest, Hakam lifts his hips. And he started walking down the pit with a few confessions.

This is a narrow pit in a rocky mountain, just next to the road, where the Demons are walking.

It was so noisy that it vibrated to the constant sounds of the earth and could collapse in some places.

Approximately two thousand demon troops were released from the main army. Only about half would have entered this narrow and sturdy path.

Hakam walks slowly through a pit surrounded by rocks. Soldiers lined up with crossbows sloppily around them, and were silenced by them.

From peepholes everywhere, I still see nothing but demons in the dark. But wait a little longer and you'll enjoy a pretty good view.

Instead, something unusual catches my eye.

There is no such thing as a misalignment of filaments to the rock. It sticks together or away and occasionally flies something spoiled.

Reminds me of fungi, but this is clean magic. Except forbidden sorcery.

When I got there, I had a little girl.

He holds a Hiragi wand in both hands and has a small finger peeking through his hem. He pointed his sick eye at the commander, tilted his neck and said, "What are you going to do? ♪ I did the trick ♪

She is the second pawn, the one who can dictate the state of war.

"Luna-Ibircha, it's your turn. The only magician in the Diamonds, show me his strength."

When I tell her that, the girl invites me to come.

She seems to be manipulating her physical age, and I hear she's not as old as she looks. Still, I can't help but sit back and gaze at the girl as an adult. I don't know which one is older.

Letting black hair peek through a black robe, Luna's little finger shows a peephole. Try to get her face closer there, and her wand slaps the cone and the wall.

Then the filamentous one that had earlier speeded up the activity.

It sticks together, assimilates, swells, and when it bumps, it turns into an umbrella. It's like watching fast feed footage that mushrooms can do, and Hakam learns something called rare (rare) dark magic.

\ "Arc\"

The pompous and leaky chant was the first voice I ever heard when I met a girl.

It sounds childish. I think so, etc., but the person undergoing this technique, prepared in a month's time, would think the exact opposite.

There are fungi all over the pit deliberately, spreading spores from well-grown ones. Sucking it through the nose or mouth and attaching it to the mucous membrane causes it to grow again. It doesn't matter how thick the armor is because it sucks nutrients and spreads them as new fungi.

The fungus, about a floating beeball, rests in the air of the peephole. It goes there, spreads in circles, but does not reach the soldiers. This is due to the range designation determined by the Dark Mage. There is then a slight defensive wall effect by spreading the membrane.

"That's a magician who could turn the war upside down," Hakam thought, stroking his hips and jaw.

Regardless, this alone will not bring down a large group. Enough to slow down, at best.

It is also weak in its widespread development and has the effect of twitching and corrosion from the body. Still, for Hakam, who knows the battlefield, he fully understood the horrors of this "long bath could kill him" range magic.

"Do you want me to enjoy the fall mushroom dish? Ruby team, congest the lead."

"Oh, I already did"

To communicate (chat) with the old man, now it's our turn to laugh "ha".

Late, Doss, Dosun! and I hear a shock noise coming from the front. I'm sure he'll have had a ball-pushing accident by now.

Watching the wave of traffic slowly reach this way, Hakam wakes herself up. And I spoke to the soldiers who tied the bow.

"The Demon Stone is still good, keep it for later battles. Use cheaper oil than that."

Doro and black oil pour in through several holes.

Fire is emitted without intermittent hair, creating a blue flame. This is not just oil. It is a sacred oil cleansed by the senior saints of the Church.

- Gaoooooo!!

The tedious screams were the screams of demons burned to God's protection. It burns up in density and crushes the bodies of its companions in an attempt to escape the holy fire. A bow and arrow are pushed from the successor and crossed into the form, further spores entering the wound.

From a peephole protected by dark magic, Hakam's face was illuminated in blue and white.

"We don't need any obstacles (barricades) here. That's what you're gonna do."

Shootings aimed at the eyes and mouth continued in an extended manner, with the pits surrounded by screaming and furnace-like temperatures.

The third and final pawn will not be used until a while longer.

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Huge arms are lifted in the blue sky.

It slaps the ground with a bang, causing a fierce sandstorm.

An attack like an eclampsia baby doesn't feel very good when you take it. It's always darkening around, and if you notice, your mouth full of fangs is approaching from the top. What a nightmare.

But......

In flames, the man's sword behind the oasis increased its radiance and implanted it in a large eyeball. A disgusting cramp transmits to your arm and another pierces the other side before you scream.

The demon exclaimed as he threw up blood reflexes.

Immediately after that, the men are twisting their bodies and pulling them out with a metal sound of oyster. The blade that sealed the demon stone immediately burst with the head......

- Dobby, whoa!

Ruptured his skull directly above him, and the impact buried his head in a zung to his shoulder.

Blood overflowing like a waterfall is black and blessed with light sources unlike labyrinthine places. However, you won't want to see it too clearly just this time.

As the giant falls, the old man Gaston looks around. His men had not felt the fear or other fine dust, or had replaced themselves with a light-hearted slap.

"Ha ha, good, what's a sword with a demon stone? It feels good to have firepower."

"Be careful, there are a limited number of them. But even if you roll around a few bodies, you can't block the hole because it's wide and tall."

Some have suffered injuries but seem to remain nervous due to moderate excitement. Seeing how it goes, it leaks a slight breath of relief.

The diamond squad, which is a floral shape, makes it inconspicuous, but it's Gaston at level 120 and the people who have been doing it for years. I've survived the training ground. I guess I work out differently than the soldiers there.

This is the end of the tunnel, the oasis that crept through the middle of the mountain.

The ancient labyrinth is already in front of us, and the defense will begin to collapse when we are broken through here. Less than ten Ruby squads were chosen to help hold it back.

From that pit, there is now a lot of black smoke spitting out. The sacred oil is being used to burn the demons, and their carcasses must be dust and flowing.

If the demon carcass is left without dust, it will completely block the hole, so no enemy reinforcements will occur. But that makes it necessary to think about counteracting bad odors and infectious diseases. It's a guy called itchy.

Fortunately, spring water will be pouring out of the wall just around the corner. It cools the body's heat and softens the hot air some of the time.

So they didn't move much, either, to the demons that appeared with Zushin out of the flames.

"Big a. If that's about it, why don't we just block the entrance?

"Shall I try it? It might hold up for a little while."

Shine your sword shifting around the old man, exhaling quickly and shallow beastly breath. As he began to move forward loosely, he could see a flaming exhalation from his eaten mouth.

It's called black protective gear, it's called cat-backed and moving on, it reminds me of a bunch of black leopards somewhere. Does a shimmering eye make you feel that way?

The opposite demon wears an iron mask, with golden eyeballs visible in the back. He stood up from his four legs and barked as he burned his fuzzy body into flames.

- Career, wee, wee... ugh!!

High-frequency voice with severe ear damage.

Tear your cheeks apart with a butch, create a temper, and kooo! and spit out a black line. Only for a moment the colour fades and becomes black and white, which burns up the moment it touches the sand.

Dodd, dodd! and the flames of destruction blow in a straight line, trying to burn the men - but just like, "Cah!" and the monster gave a high scream.

Ahead of the crew looking up, there was an old man stabbing him in the neck with a crisp.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, you fucking demon. Hey, scream at me already, you big fat ass."

The bizarre giant trembles. After he was stabbed, he finally noticed the enemy and was decapitated until the other half. I immediately banged my shoulder, but I'm already starting to rip my back off. As a result, while I was waving my butterflies, the demon's head fell off.

Even this would still be an estimated level eighties, it's like working fast to deal with a baby. Sometimes it's just the strongest seat in Alirai.

And the old man's eyes are opened.

There were those who climbed the backs of falling giants.

That guy is a strangely big black headscarf with an ideal muscled body. What you are holding is an opposite single blade, approaching as you rock into chickens and small pieces.

"Colour!"

The shock came to my arm without my hair.

thrown into the blue sky, but the blade straight approached the throat.

No shock, no balance, whether in the air, the sleigh and the two stepped on the sandbox.

Still palpable arms, the old man stared before inquiring.

"... hey, let's hear your name"

"Troop leader Naked Biholda"

Tear the blackheads apart with your arms, and that's what the demons call it.

Buckwheat and black hair drooped, with countless eyeballs there. I am constantly exploring my surroundings and my lips drawn to one letter seem to represent the strength of my will.

The lid around Gaston, who is longer, has a larger body and wears a worn black cloth. And he said unto Gaston the sword, which was so long that it could not be held by any man.

"An old soldier... I can see you looking for a place to die. I'll give you the guidance."

"Whoa, try it, eyeball bastard. I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it."

The overflowing killer made the desert feel like it had increased the temperature even further.

And Zukazuka and I packed the distance in unknown movements, such as making contact with each other.