Captain wakes up 100,000 year later

During the fierce struggle above the keep, the dungeon deep underground, hundreds of meters below the wreckage of the ruined fortress, was still.

The battle between the Android and the Tree Spirit was a faraway world, unless a nuclear weapon explodes overhead.

Knock, knock.

Beneath the thick granite, the cave was originally made of limestone. The wizards were guarding the oil well against it growing, but they were unable to prevent it from leaking. Complex wiring runs through the dark corridor. You smell sulfur from the limestone sticking out of your nose.

“Ugh! The stench. If you say you're obese, I'm rotten. ”

“Shut up and get it over with. The wiring makes the facility load worse. ”

As they speak, the light flashes as they rush through the wiring, and Mrs. Triford appears in the hallway. The two wizards fixing the wiring panel quickly recognize Schleivich and bow their heads.

“Ah! Greetings, Chairman! You came in person!”

Schleivich grimaces.

“It's urgent. Where's the warden? ”

“He's in command of the Crystal Room. Should I let them know you're here?”

“No.”

Krasus appears behind Schleivich's back, trying to say something. As he shakes his fingers, two flames fall over his head, splitting the wizards vertically.

The black shadow rises and swallows the body and blood before the blood touches the ground. In a flash, the two wizards died without leaving any trace.

“I didn't have to kill him with dark magic. ”

“What are you talking so honestly about? Get him to the core. ”

I wanted to say that I don't know where the soul is going with dark magic, but Krasus immediately cut the horse off.

Schleivich grips his teeth. However, the opponent has no emotion. There was nothing worth fighting for. She strokes her forehead, making her hands cold like a cold sorcerer, and gestures guide her along the way.

“Come this way. You're going to see some very strange things. ”

“Huh."

Krasus snorts as if it were petty. And they hurried down to the underground labyrinth that leads to the core.

The dungeon with torches all around it grows winding and vines, and it's not only dreary, it's also quiet. A brick staircase extends awfully far, and there seems to be a dark fog down there with a canal running through the groundwater. Schleivich hurdles through the wooden doors.

She opens a door and walks in. A myriad of doors surround you, surrounded by massive obelisks.

"The girl who dances twirlingly plays the flute with her dog. There are eight Flutes. A total of nine dogs."

There were strange characters and paintings on the memorial stone, and it was about flutes and dogs dancing and singing. As Krasus began to read from afar with the dragon's vision, Schleivich said.

"No, there's no kind way to explain the path to the intruders in the dungeons using Cena Art. It's a trap."

Then I knocked on the door that I had just closed three times, and the light slight leaked out through the cracks of the door, and it immediately became silent.

“Oh, yes. You're not very foolish. I always find it odd that there are people who have weird directions to the dungeon. ”

When you reopen the door that you just closed, another corridor appears. In the corridor, there were completely different doors that were stretched so far away, and the torch stretched out with a straight line burned up.

I feel nauseous when I watch my time and space. He did not hesitate to walk through the doors and doors, moving from the next room to the next.

“Every room inside the dungeon is exquisitely encrypted. Approaching the core without knowing the way is almost suicide. ”

“Is it designed to roll for about 200 years? ”

“It would be 4,000 years. It's been that way ever since I discovered an Elf spy hiding for 300 years. ”

Crassus smiles with his teeth bared, as the thorny figure speaks.

“Appreciate an insider's betrayal. Is that it, inferior? ”

“I didn't mean to. But I'd appreciate it if you did. Honestly, fighting dragons is not a pleasant experience. ”

Krasus chuckles. He had a strange hobby of enjoying those who pretended to be weak, whereas they were harshly mistreated. It was a lucky situation for Schleivich.

Finally, I closed the door, opened it, closed it, and repeated it three times, and after the troublesome act of knocking on the door that was not enough, I opened the door. The hallway was nowhere and a large room appeared.

There was a table that was too big for a man to sit on, and a glass and cookies with too much milk. In fact, seeing them from afar made me realize that tables and milk and cookies are as big as small hills, so I would never have been able to see them up close.

Krasus immediately expressed interest.

“Ah! Traditional. Anyone who eats cookies will be cursed, right? The curse of the inferior. I was always interested in whether the curse of the beasts would work for me. The captain won't blame me for filling in the curiosity! ”

That can't be right. If the mission gets in the way of anything, the captain will blame Krasus.

"Oh, please, dragon. Just bear with it for now. That's not food, that's a ride."

"You're taking Cookie?"

As they climb up the right stone staircase to the table, the space sensation gradually distorts, and the cookie is the size of a large sailboat, and the cup is as big as the lake itself.

"Funny, you can't fantasize about me, you've twisted the space itself."

On the right-hand side of the table is a wooden box with several planks on it. Schleivich pulls out the mask. The black leather mask was covered with glass and the mouth was sealed with a thick cask of pepper.

“Let's start with this. ”

Schleivich pulls out the mask from the wall, covers his face, and takes the new one out and gives it to Krasus. He had three faces, so he put a ball on all three and covered the mask.

“You ride a cookie? What kind of mask is that for a dragon? Human venom. Yuck!"

He did not give the mask to Krasus, who did not receive it, but put it back on the box instead. And then I cast a spell on Cookie.

"Havnana Glam"

Cookie slips and slips into a glass of milk full of excrement. Immediately, Crassus staggers, feeling vomiting. His eyes widen in astonishment.

The cup of milk with Cookie missing becomes a river of disgusting excrement as the shovel grows larger. The stench of the filth in the sewers pierces Krasus' nose.

“Week! Damn it! Disgusting! It's not poison, it's not acid, it's urine! Disgusting creatures! Disgusting lower order creatures! ”

“What's the matter? Don't you like to eat your entrails? ”

“Ugh · · · How dare you mock me, I'll make sure your innards are delicious later. ”

The intestines are full of stools. Do you have to throw up because people eat anchovies all the time? But the sewers of this indigestion were an unbearable stench to Krasus. He covers the mask that Schleivich left behind.

The smell of feces disappeared completely after strengthening the gas mask with a purification spell. When Krasus and Schleivich got on a cookie boat and entered the cup, the cup rotated like a toilet going down the water, leading them on a cookie boat, Schleivich and Krazus.

They pour down the path of excrement. As if they were sliding down a giant sewer, they fell, and the path they fell down was a glass coffin and droppings were pouring down like waterfalls.

As you fall into the massive sewers, Schleivich grips the fluttering mask tightly and speaks out in a loud voice.

“Krasus, I didn't have any men on the way here. It's bad news.”

The dragon, on the other hand, sat quietly and scattered the crumbs with its feet.

“Yeah, except for those two knuckleheads you said hello to so softly. Is there a worse problem than sitting on this sticky sugar and riding a river of shit? It would have been worth it if the captain had come himself. ”

Every time the blue barrier that rises on Krasus' body is shaking, he is burning up the spillage.

“The wizards are supposed to protect the whole area themselves. It looks like we've been deliberately evacuated. ”

“What? Does he know we're coming, or has he already started the suicide bombing? ”

“Most likely. But what are we going to do about blowing up the magical grid? ”

Their charred sugar boats arrive at the end of the pool of excrement. There was a dead end at the end of the giant sewer, and two large torches were burning on both sides. Cookie's stomach stops in front of the dead end, as droppings flow down the ledge.

While Schleivich stood in front of the rotting door and typed in each of the five padlocks, Krasus looked around. My head starts to float in the water, and I start walking slowly.

“What are those disgusting mermaids? Subsequent.”

Schleivich replies without even looking back.

“A siren. I should cry like a frog, but it's quiet today. Why do you ask what you already know? ”

"The sirens I knew didn't have tentacles on their heads."

"Tentacles?"

"Gaaaahhhh!"

At the instant that Schleivich replies, the sirens rush in with an enormous voice.

Krasus flicks his fingers without answering. A series of mermaid sirens lurking around and carefully peering at Krasus and Schleivich, snarling and trapped in the room. The whole body is crushed by the power rushing from all sides, but there is a paradigm that is fixed at the same time.

"Hey, is this a horse tower? They're pretty solid. What makes you think you can hold out this long?"

That's when Tyrent's quantum comms opened up.

[Oh my God. Alien contamination. Krasus.]

"What? Alien pollution?"

We've got a transmission from the captain.

[Proceed with the operation, Krasus. I believe there may be someone involved in this. It's a good thing you're there, our best shot at this. Tyrant, prepare for defensive procedures and prepare for electronic warfare contamination on the dragon's brain. Crassus, focus! You may not want to let Schleivich get bitten or contaminated by that. I'm going to Iksa now. We need to open the Protected Heads and find out what's going on with the tower and the alien contamination.]

It was because some of the heads, along with the newly acquired Lancaster's head, still had violent brain protection.

"Oh shit · · · ·."

Krasus grits his teeth. I've already been trained by Tyrant about the aliens. I was in the middle of a Ginghamiga, but I realized I could see the monsters who could endure crushing a hundred sirens in a heartbeat.

[Krasus. Your body has an anti-pollution field generator. Educated, remember?]

"Yes. It's very poisonous."

Krasus clenches his fist with his palm extended this time. There was a wave from the palm of the hand, and all the contaminated sirens that could not stand this time were crushed and dropped into the larynx manure.

“Witch, stay sharp. Looks like some pretty nasty people got involved. Yuck. I'm going to have to pull out the elders' brains and ask them once."

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