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A vast passage of darkness.

Straight ahead, just straight ahead, this huge aisle is almost all the sight in the fourth layer of the ancient labyrinth.

There are no halls, no hidden doors, and demons strike only from the front.

It was Prince Walth who was looking at it in a retrospective position. It has dull blonde hair in the wind, and the side illuminated by the pine lights is somewhere steep.

He enters the young among the royal family and is not expected as much from his surroundings due to differences in his previous achievements. Ever since birth. Since then, he has grown depressed emotions intact, choosing a way of life in which no one can be described as friends.

He is good at analysis and his ability to grasp enemy forces is unplugged. But I have continued to deny for a long time on the battlefield tonight the conclusion that we do not have all the battle power that can be described as decisive against the overwhelming amount of demonic objects.

He has therefore lost 30% of his fighting power and is made to break away precisely.

I knew because of that. He said he would not win.

People have limits. Anyone knows that. If you look at an army of demons like that, you can tell it's for a child. But I don't think so.

Google, and the prince clutches his hand.

That shouldn't be all.

I wanted someone to tell me that analysis wasn't the only thing. All the time, all the time. If the world were to be determined by such numbers alone, there would have been no point in me continuing to live. Yes, such as it is all determined by the sequence of birth......!

"... Your Highness, His Highness Walth"

His voice echoes from beside him, and from deep thought he returns. And the blue eyes I looked back at didn't show the emotions as if they were.

"Hakam, that was fast."

A battlefield is something close to death, and even in a safe zone, it involves so much fatigue that your cheeks fall. Then even the skin on the surface becomes thinner, and you can know what the essence of a person is.

But he could not know his heart at all, and Hakam opened his mouth with an inner frown.

It's too late, Your Highness.

Without thanking him or nodding or running away for that response, the prince stares beyond the darkness. The wind blowing from it was mixed with the smell of dark blood, something that offended whoever it was.

"What do you think of this land, Hakam?"

A man like a bear who still doesn't show the decay of his flesh looks at the state of war in a sigh mix. Line up and keep your dry lips open watching regular soldiers moving away from the battlefield.

"It's a very tough place. Unbearable to the constant."

"To a regular person, huh?"

Yes, says Hakam. It wasn't a proud voice, it was just a voice trying to convey it as truth. Prince Walth, who hears it, also showed it with a rare and slight nod.

No, maybe tonight's tough battle changed the prince slightly. He looks as faceless as Nobu, but realizes that the sticky grin he saw before had disappeared.

"There is always hope in despair. Close to a fairy tale, but tonight I came to make sure of it"

"... Hope, is it?

"Unfortunately, I have never seen hope. So I don't know what it's like."

Hakam wonders if this is the kind of man Walth, who's gone sideways. He has a back that tells him he has lived with nothing to depend on and has never been relied upon, and the labyrinth conductor looks closely at his expression.

- Now, what is Prince Walth's aim at the heart?

Yes, secretly, Hakam thinks.

I do not even know that I will be stationed in such a land, and I will remain in the fourth layer of the demonic realm. You've even seen the possibility of death, but as far as that side goes, you'd still be willing to go on.

So, for what?

I'm throwing reinforcements tonight to find out that. And what only he could do, Hakam came into contact to know the prince's thoughts.

What makes you stick to the ancient labyrinth?

Why don't you change the color of your eyes, whether you're in the middle of a retreat?

What the hell do you want to gain? It wouldn't be treasure, demon stone, etc. If so, I have shown some interest in the treasures I have gained so far.

Looking at the massive dusty passage, the prince leaked a chilling voice: "but".

"Don't make a mistake. You're normal people too, Hakam. You don't realize you're getting protection without knowing it?

"... Protect?

Hakam looked surprised for only a moment, but his hair swayed in the wind. The gusts that arrive from that battlefield intensify further, sheltering the body as it is about to be blown away.

- Doddle, doodle, doodle, doodle!

What Hakam saw then was a sight that raised a blackflame on the battlefield, and a prince that sparkled his eyes like never before.

"Ha... I'm out, it's real!

Standing in the center of the gust is the girl who makes her thin clothes snuggle in the wind, but turns her back. She lets her right hand look straight at the ceiling, unwillingly.

Bright white spines and honey-colored hair float brilliantly behind the blackflame.

Does the five fingers stretched make sense to summon troops? Someone with a lot of swords shows up from behind the broken aisle.

That's how the main offensive team accelerates as they gasp for burned oxygen.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

It was Zarish who demonstrated the main line first. In the sense of being among people.

He holds a bu thick shield with a huge black horse behind his back, mincing the guy who came forward sounding all over the place without fear. Even those who were stopped by shields, and those who were about to meet them.

The specialty sword has a straight line to the tip, which seems to have the ability to bounce off the blood of your body with a slight vibration. Therefore, it becomes the blood smoke itself and the demons explode.

Diamond squad proceeding with a sound similar to a drum called Don, Don, Don, on the battlefield. It is the Bloodstone squad that makes an undisturbed move to follow.

Form a V-shaped formation, peering through the winding crossbow from the gap of the shield properly, to be eaten by the demons that thrust in. Very natural and crossfire. Even high level demons are irresistible.

The left and right edges of the leanest formation will not produce an early chisel because Gaston-led Ruby squad, the diamond squad ahead, is buried.

A, aah, aah -...!

And, the battlefield begins to sound like a tall psalm.

That was just the beginning. Until now, I have driven the demons away without having to catch them, but the momentum of the men grows as if they had lit firewood.

The song is a substitute for turning warriors' blood tides into beastly eyes. The meshing, the mistletoe, and the muscles swell, and the exhaled breath stains bright white.

The advanced Saint Doula, who packs as a successor, wields a silver blade while fully receiving the protection of the National God.

I just command you to "move on," they respond. How, how, and with an ambitious terrain.

Yes, it wasn't.

It's as if everything is different from what you looked like when you fought before. To be clear, they were sparing no effort. He was showing a very common way of fighting without using enough tactics and strategies. Because there was an intrusive royal family.

But this is an ancient labyrinth.

I can't do sweet little things like textbook, example, etc. Otherwise I can't fight it properly.

The hand of the only magician in the Diamond squad releases enough spores to scratch out that massive amount of dust and snow to fill the giant passage now.

It's too late to come forward feeling instinctively nasty. In the first place, they don't break the skills of the Brave Candidates "Automatic Counter to Below Speed" and "Absolute Defense in the Realm".

The more you stick to it, the more erosive it sounds. Skin to nerve, nerve to blood vessel, slowly staining the technique. I can't stop anymore, I can't stop. There are no countermeasures other than killing the surgeon.

But if you get close, you'll be killed. They kill you without getting close. It even made me feel anxious to tell you what to do with this.

At last, the demons blunt their movements as they step on two feet to the offensive team that continues to advance in the formations of the slate stone.

But the fourth level here is demonic.

Labyrinth is also a place that transcends intelligence enough to increase depth. That should be the upper limit of common sense, as Hakam said at the beginning of the offensive: "Three layers, if they exist, up to four layers". No longer historically have they reached the lowest levels, to critical places that people can reach.

- Bazizizizizizizizi!

Therefore the fierce purple electricity was scattered around the area, and the demons that were in the vicinity burned and collapsed.

As if that were the beginning, Zun, and the entire giant passage tremble.

Stand by simultaneously. Commander Doula is holding us back, but this one is about to explode again. Give me more demons. The men are burning up a struggle, and as the red-haired woman sweats again, the demons appear.

- Bagshi!

The passage is completely collapsed in an instant by a ramp that protrudes from directly below, and even the demons that have risen in the air are drunk. It is made into dust by violet electricity, and even its dust is taken in.

Tall multiple voices, voices, voices.

It rings much faster than a heartbeat, conveying heavy and potentially crushing air.

That's how he sounds and he doesn't have to land, and he walks in without any hesitation.

A giant hoof crushes the aisle, with only one purple eye in the center of the black rigid hair. I glanced around left and right, and that's all from the men's bodies: "Pippy, pippy, pippy!" The unpleasant noise sounds. Target supplement (lock-on).

Wow, and I couldn't stop my whole body hair from turning upside down, and the men changed their complexion.

That giant, Doo! and shake.

Blackflame was burning in the center of the slack directly next to it, and there was something ahead that everyone pointed to.

"Hahahahahahaha! Kita aaaahhhh!!

opens his jaw furiously, and the demonic Cartina also burns up his eyes. Bury the giant sword halfway, sprinkle the noise as if you were going to apply horrible combat music, and laugh happily as you shine the crossed feathers behind you.

"I believed, I believed, that I could meet strong enemies like you. Otherwise there is no point in having such a mighty sword in your hands. Come on, fate. It's a battle, a place to burn your long-awaited soul. Then have fun from the bottom of your heart!

A grinning innocent laugh, and then the "yep ooh" move is just a little weird. That…, the head, in the sense.

But maybe you were right in this case. If this space is littered with fragments of painted floors until it turns black with magic vegetables.

With the great sword in his hands, he gives a grin like a dust and a maiden, and in that way becomes a velocity that cannot possibly be done, such as goal supplementation (lock-on), and instantaneously moves from crushed marble to marble, while fully deciding the giant without, without and without.

I see, he nodded, and then Doula breathed heavily.

"Everybody, back off! Retreat!"

All I'm saying is, the offensive team retreats a lot. The battle of the giant monster has long been set for people to enter. No one will know if it's okay to call that a hero.

The battle between the Mad Beasts, to be honest, was not something I could see.

I'm sure he would have led the Demon Army, and it must have been a monster of a name by nature. And then he said, "Even by chance, hit it!" He strips his fangs off and wields his tail.

You woke up a yak on the way. I started stepping on the ground with a bang with both hands and legs, somehow...... I wanted to withhold your comment.

"The crew from Kazhiho will probably be here."

"Oh, it's gonna feel like a joke"

Cheeky and fleshy, the soldiers uttered those words as they sipped warm tea.

Even such soldiers would have seen it in their eyes as a sight in the demonic realm itself for the regular army, which was watching far away.