Black Summoner

- Catacombs of the English Spirit - 8th Floor

A majestic stand scattered with silver. The lights are pale, but divine in contrast to the shadows formed thereby. Fighting against vicious monsters was also taking place in this hierarchy where expressions such as the eighth layer of the Catacombs of the English Spirit, the temple that worships the sacred rather than the dungeon, do not make you feel uncomfortable. Opposite are Melfina and Gerrard, who were at the head of the line by Kelvin's summons.

"" "Whoa whoa whoa!

If you were to invite words, the monsters that emerge would be human or subracial, no matter what they think. Race, gear, class - knights with everything ununited come raiding with their eyes running blood. By analogy, the powerful men of the prestigious Knights receive unabated support of auxiliary magic, which is grossly similar to storming without regard for their own lives. Even more so, as the third layer was, it springs up, knocking down or knocking down. In such a place of death, the swordmen and the two smiles...

"Crawling Ice (Frostbound)"

"Ha!"

"" "Grrr!

He was well on his way without much struggle. Melfina ice the legs of the piercing knights, and Gerard breaks multiple enemies with a single knife. I've only finished this monotonous task since earlier.

"Ha ha ha! The princess!

"Doesn't Gerard always shine? Surrounded by grandchildren."

Gérard, who decides to laugh, has the effect of his skill 'Glory in Our Hands', which reinforces his stat value enough to damage and defeat his enemies. Besides, enemies are added from time to time, so you don't have to worry about running out of effect time. For a while now, there have been no doubles by Gerrard.

"But that's odd"

The situation is pleasant and pleasant. There should have been nothing wrong with it, but Melfina's expression was cloudy.

"What is it? I don't have any particular struggling verses."

"I remember the monsters emerging in this dungeon were united in the undead pedigree. But they show up in this hierarchy alive, insane, but with a strong life force."

"Ugh, if you ask me, sure -"

Gerrard wields the Devil's Sword knocking and slashing enemies with every armor. The blood that spills immediately after is red, and there is no cloudiness compared to that of zombies and ghouls. Even an amateur who is indifferent to battle can see that freshness is out of step.

"Now you're no different than normal people."

"... well, you can't help thinking about it. The answer will be in the back."

Walk up and down a corridor that has entered like a maze while annihilating the enemy. This hierarchy alone is likely to deliver a whole bunch of common dungeons. After knocking down a group of knights trying to close the aisle with a large shield in formation under one blow, Melfina and Gerrard stop.

"Let's give priority to rescuing the rest of the hostages (...) over that. You haven't met Sister Atra and Sister Leah at the orphanage yet."

"Mm-hmm. The king has sent me that look, along with his name. I can see it at a glance. Serra and Ange's perceptive abilities also give us a good idea of where they are. This isn't one of them."

Make him look up at the pitch-black helmet, Gerrard facing upwards. This place, spoken by Sword Ong, is a spacious room that exists at the end of a branched corridor. If you're headed to the next hierarchy, it's a dead end and off route. The mapping of the dungeons has already been completed, with the exception of ten layers, by the analysis of Ange et al., and has been uploaded to the distribution network. I dared to choose this route in order to rescue two Sisters, who were not among the opposition hostages rescued by Kelvin and others at the upper level.

"It was captured by eight layers... Sister Leah, was it"

A huge cross was erected on the wall behind the room, where Sister Leah hung. Fortunately, he doesn't look traumatized, he just seems unconscious. You hung it and then dropped it, or your glasses are falling on the floor directly below you. This one didn't seem safe, and one of the lenses was cracked. On its left and right rests a pure white coffin with the national chapter of Delamis.

"Well, it's no worse than Sella."

"What is it?

"No, it's nothing. This feeling is only known to me and to the king."

To Gerrard, who speaks out with a serious face (like an atmosphere), Melfina pursued no further. Sometimes I didn't understand, because there was a person in front of the two of them, in front of the cross where Sister Leah was hung.

"No, you seem to be able to afford more than I expected. Dear Melfina?"

It was Marcel Gottes, the Cardinal who should have been in the cathedral on earth, who emerged from the shadows that did not touch the lights. He has the same festive clothing, the same red stall hanging on his shoulder and the same smile he had when he first met him in Delamis. The kind of statement that regarded Mel, who was above all a public perception of Kelvin's companions, as Melfina, the reincarnation god, deserved vigilance.

"I wonder if I've been too busy. You look like you have Cardinal Marcel in front of you."

"Don't worry. I look the same. … Cardinal Marcel. You were a phony on the ground, and the real you were part of the opposition, weren't you?

"It's a shame. Is it half correct or half incorrect?"

Marcel puts his hand on his mouth with a distressing trick.

"First of all, I was confronted with the opposition in the cathedral, and I'm real. Otherwise, Mr. Kelvin, who has an" appraisal eye, "such as the fake one prepared by me, will spot you. Unfortunately, I can't even tell you how..."

When Marcel and his opponents were arguing in the cathedral, Kelvin borrowed Effil's "Thousand Eyes" from the tower to monitor them together. As Marcel says, even shadow fighters would be exposed as soon as they put it down.

"The next thing I know is whether I'm a dissident or not, but frankly, not. However, we have cooperated. We aim to make the security around the orphanage and in the English Spirit catacombs thinner, so that the opposition can move more easily"

"Isn't that like saying you're a dissident, then?

"I was in a difficult position to explain… but they are unforgivable for grabbing orphanage children and even trying to kill them. A group that only deludes Master Elearis and even involves harmless people, if necessary. I don't deserve to be a believer in God. Because it just causes unwanted rebellion, both inside and outside."

"... you don't see your purpose. Why would you bother telling me that information?

"Don't worry about me. I joined the opposition again, because I am equally unacceptable."

When Marcel gets his nostalgia in slow motion, Gerard reassembles the Devil's Sword and Melfina's eyes sharpen.

"Finally, let me ask you one thing. Why did you come from the front when you said there were still nuns left as hostages. If I had been the same dissident as them, she could have been killed, right?

"... we know that the range of use of the communications aircraft that the opposition possessed was to such an extent that the precision spanned two layers and three layers of this dungeon. Even if it originates from two layers of opposition, it doesn't reach these eight layers very much."

The characteristics of the transmitter were also investigated in Kelvin's "Appraisal Eye" during surveillance.

"It's likely that it's a different force from the opposition where it gets stuck. The opposition kidnapped only the children, while you must have caught the Sister separately. Not as hostages, but as bait to invite us."

"But isn't that just a speculation, too?

"Right. But the longer it takes, the more pressing the situation becomes. In that case, perhaps the Pope would have made the decision to abandon the hostages. Then don't you think it's better to act in a way that looks at reality and allows one person to help more?

"... Oh, I'm relieved. Our God was a merciful man. This is how I can hear my voice when I can only paint the world and join the struggle for power and so on. Witch, I think I know why you're so upset."

I follow up with Melfina and answer, but the truth is that Kelvin came out. It was a maneuver with a lot of battles. One layer and two layers were cold sweats, even as a goddess, when I found out there were still hostages near the bottom. I'm actually heartbroken that rescue at the shortest and fastest didn't cause the worst. But there is no such thing as an absolutely certain hand, so there is no doubt that a shortcut using subpoena is a realistic hand.

"Dear Melfina, I believe that if you are, you can cut through without making it."

"... eh"

- Dossa.

Marcel sticks a pile up his own heart. To unexpected actions, the boulder Gerrard and Melfina also round their eyes.

"... an ancient brave man. Wake up more than sleep, take out God."

There was a sound of the lid of the coffin being unraveled.