Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

The tomb before dawn looked different from the day. The enormous building that adorns the heavens is colored by darkness and monsters, and lurks its brows in the intense temper that comes from deep underground.

The sky is still dim and the air that strokes my skin is cold.

No matter how scared Fujido was of the undead, it won't be until dawn that he leaves the village. It's supposed to lead us here just before that. We have to finish getting ready by the time the Vines break in.

The Euthis tomb is a labyrinth stretching underground, but the ground has become a ruins of desolate temples.

The crumbling thick columns and walls that stand in innumerable rows are just enormous, as if they were indicative of the power of those who once ruled the land. Take a breathtaking spica to its magnificent sight and dive into the run-down gate, whether it deteriorated in the windstorm or due to other factors, and step inside into the scattered interior of the rubble.

He stomped on the rubble, and it was in that center of the room like a large lecture floor.

A huge hole surrounded by a half-broken 'something' statue.

It used to be blocked with a giant stone coffin - a staircase to the basement. The width is three meters. In its depths, stretching as if it were a hole leading to hell, there is a labyrinth that even modern technology cannot measure the full extent of.

When and for what? How could such a huge underground labyrinth have been created? A lot of archaeologists worked on it, and it doesn't matter to me.

The only thing that matters is that there are so many enemies of God in this basement that the undead rot.

Debris and other rubble have been removed around the stairs, and there are traces of the camp, but there are no other figures.

Spica follows me as I look around from behind, frightened. The outfit is not the borough cloth I was wearing when Amelia introduced me earlier. Pure white robes and hood with almost no exposure. Equipment for monks of children received from the church that has the effect of keeping the family of darkness away, albeit to a degree of rest. Shorter canes held in the hand are also mostly decorative, but have the effect of aiding the sacrament.

In the meantime, the contents are empty, but I only tried to fix the outer surface. Between the time I decided on the operation and leaving, I let Spica take over a lot from Amelia, but I still can't use the sacrament on the boulder.

In the Kingdom of Lukes it is recognised as serving from the age of fifteen.

Of course, at the age of fifteen, he is still in the middle of growing up, so most of the time he will live under the asylum of his parents until the late teens, but some mercenaries who have shown talent are about the age of Spica - about thirteen years old and can already make a name for themselves by running around the battlefield.

But Spica isn't. If her parents were still alive, they wouldn't have brought her here. This time the Church has the role of an orphanage, taking care of it, so I'm getting permission there, but I shouldn't be entering at this age if I should.

"Scared?

"Huh... yes, no"

When asked briefly, Spica shook her neck sideways like she panicked.

I can see the darkness somewhat to me at a higher level, but the level of the spica still seems to be 3, and the light of the moon, which is sumptuous in the clouds, will barely grasp what's going on around me.

Two words, three words, prayer, to raise the sphere of light in the universe.

Preliminary during the early stages of exorcism, the technique of "Leading Light (Reading Torch)". It is a technique for purifying undead, but it has low purification performance and is often used as a light source in one way or another.

Like in the morning, not until darkness is removed and vision is opened. But still, I don't see the depths of the stairs at all.

The sensations cultivated within the darkness capture countless signs of darkness underneath. I somehow know how big and small the force is, but I don't know the details when there's so much here. All I know is that if we go in the back, the more powerful the undead will appear.

The spica's gaze is directed so that it can be drawn to its light.

"Is that... sacred art (Holly Play)"

"Oh. That's the initial step in it."

Ringing his right-hand finger, that light, which was fluffy and floating in the universe, moves behind the stairs.

"We're going in. Don't get off my side. The demons out here are the weakest of the undead, but no matter how weak they are... they can't be fattened at level 3"

"Yes, sir"

Agility is almost equal to none, but the arm strength of the living dead exceeds the average adult male, and Reis has the power to ride and manipulate the mentally weak. You should be able to detect clearly if you get close to the side, but you can't be alarmed.

You know, my voice took it seriously, and Spica takes a terrible step further.

Step down a large staircase of steps. Move your arms to adjust the position of the backpack on your back.

I lifted my lips slightly to the darkness that was illuminated with the light of the sacrament and which, no, it was illuminated that made me feel deeper.

Fear binds a man's heart and dulls his movements. So Priest, who specializes in extermination of heresy, has to laugh. Let the darkness never defeat you.

§ § §

I no longer remember what the first immortal (undead) I fought was.

The structure of the Euthis tomb consists of countless curved passages and countless rooms, countless blind spots that disrupt the sense of direction.

Whether measures were taken to combat grave vandalism, or whether personnel or tomb guards lived to maintain the tomb, there are not so many traps in the shallow layers of the great tomb.

On the other hand, there are more lethal traps in the depths, but there was also supposedly no way out. As long as we understand the trick, we can take every path.

I know it had the purpose of demonstrating power, but I can't think of creating a massive grave so far just to bury it. I guess it had some purpose, but it could also now be called a bubble dream.

Ring your fingers at the shadow that appears from the corner.

Follow your prayers and countless arrows of light float around you. In the white light that is characteristic of the sacred art, the sole revealed from the horn becomes dewy.

The type that has an entity among the undead. A inhabitant of a world like this with an ugly figure resembling a rotten corpse.

A crushing finger hits the wall lightly, making a damp noise. A slightly audible groan of resentment, a spica who was following me from behind, as instructed, breathed slightly into the family of darkness as she leaned down.

"... ugh."

I screamed, but covered my mouth with my own flat. Spica, stunned to open her eyes, was burning its presence into her brain, which she would see for the first time.

It is a demon called The Living Dead, named after the fact that a human body appears to be walking. He has high arm strength and specializes in inflicting paralysis, poison and other state abnormalities due to qi, but on the other hand, he is the weakest undead that there is no substitute for what can be called intelligence in the way he fights, and because he moves slowly, even children can escape.

Something seems to be better for Spica than Fujido, but what am I supposed to do with this?!!

You can destroy your brain, you can destroy your heart, you can burn it, you can freeze it. It can be defeated by all means, but it is necessary to defeat it without approaching it because consciousness flies lightly when subjected to fluids composed of temper, or to purify it completely, conferring prior paralysis resistance due to sacrament. The remiss should have either emitted flames from a farther distance or burned up with higher firepower.

I see Spica clearly confirmed it and squeal her fingers properly. Using that as a trigger, expand dozens of Dark Light Arrows around me. More light sources at once, and dim passages overflowing with light.

The body of the unintelligent 'living corpse (living dead)' swayed slightly.

"" Light Arrows Over Darkness (Blake Arrow) ""

At the same time as the originally unnecessary chant, the arrows of light unfolded to the originally unnecessary penetrate the entire body of the living dead at a rate far beyond the real arrows. There's no way I have time to avoid it.

The battle was momentary.

All that remained was silence. The light bounces and disappears.

At that time, the living dead are without shadows or shapes. Completely purified. I won't even give it to you while you raise the severed demon. Well, the living dead don't raise an end demon.

Exorcism (exorcism) specializing in butchering the family of darkness among sacraments. Defeating the demon pours in less than dust.

He exhaled small and gave a word to Spica, who looked up at this one with a far more distraught look than when he saw the living dead.

"This is... God's blessing"

Proceed without asking for a response. The spica was solidified for a few seconds, but soon followed a small run.

Making sure of miracles. Making you feel God's protection.

The first step towards the monk (Priest) begins there. People don't have faith without profit. No matter how much you can teach with your mouth, no matter how much you learn history, it doesn't extend to the vivid sights that have happened in front of you.

The heavy, cold and humid air felt throughout the body is a true indication that this is underground. Though there is light, it could go crazy if you let it in here for a long time in an unfamiliar spica.

Though still untouched, this is a land that has also been established as a field of leveling.

Target point - I had already decided where to attract the Fujido people.

Proceed with purifying the lowest undead with a single blow, such as the Lace and Living Dead that showed up. It's not a blow to the encounter, I dare you to show me that. I'll purify it on the verge of hitting this one.

There is also a technique in the sacrament to prevent low-lying undead from approaching, but not this time. Whether you want to join us as monks or not, it's to make Spica a little more resistant to them.

Spica, who was slightly frightened at first, also quickly got used to them, only slightly nervous in the second half, no longer fearful. Now the mental damage would be thin to hear Reyce's 'Scream (Scream)'. The story is different when it comes to fighting face to face, but for the first time, it can be considered superior.

To its growth, I recall the 'good way' that Amelia has proposed.

She's used to needing it, I said.

People fear the unknown. I hear that swordsmen fear many undead who do not have entities, beginning with Reis. Somehow, their spiritual species are having a hard time physically attacking them. I mean, that's for a clear reason.

Of course, the weapons that Fujido is equipped with, the sword that Aria is equipped with, and only the daughter of the Sword King, is a considerable business. I can't even call it the Holy Sword, but the expression Demon Sword may be correct. Those swords under special protection cleave the spiritual species as if they had an entity. There is no reason to be afraid.

Well, it's a rough cure, but Amelia's measures don't seem to have been properly said either.

Within an hour or so of stepping into the grave, he arrived at his destination.

It's bigger than any room I've ever seen by the time I arrived. The ceiling is high and the walls are evenly placed with luxuriously decorated candlesticks that are not lit by fire.

In the back there was a table similar to the altar with a statue of an elaborate human form made of about three meters of white stone. The altar is terribly simple and everything seems to be made of stone.

The name of the room on the map is' Altar of the Horseman on the Face '.

A statue with two sharp horns and an angry face is the origin of its name. Grasping the pattern of the knife suspended on his hips, the refined ones that are still likely to be pulled out have a sense of dynamism as if they were alive, and are a full reputation among mercenaries who visit here for moving when some condition is met. The investigation team must have broken in many times and conducted an investigation, but it has never moved so far.

There were few signs of destruction during the altar, unlike outside. No matter how many hundreds of battle smells, hunters who don't even think of God as God, they must not have thought to work their bodies in front of such a creepy statue.

The shape of the statue, whose identity is still unknown. Divine heresy or does it have a cursive meaning to defend it? It was left to the archaeologists to study, and what matters now is that this room has a very good structure as a place to offer prayers.

Inside this room the power of sacred art increases, making it easier to bring down miracles. It is not a step to the formal church, but it is also known as a place where Priest chooses to train because it saves divine power. Fujido's sacrament is immature, but it should be somewhat better.

The room is spacious, free of obstacles except for the altar and statues, and easy to fight. Above all, it's great to have only one entrance and exit. Because you can't get away with it.

When numerous demons come into an avalanche, they are surrounded, but the undead that inhabit this area are the weakest. Even the worst will not die. Maybe.

"Based here, as planned"

I tell Spica staring up at the statue of the Horseman.

A smooth stone statue that I don't think was made thousands of years ago. Just in case, should I destroy it? According to my head for a moment, I don't know what god it is, but it's not very good to destroy the statue. There are times when doctrine does not denigrate other gods.

Wouldn't move...... wouldn't it?

"Spica, as I said earlier, you've come to this land in the name of training, a Priest egg that can't even use sacred art yet"

"... Yes"

You know what I mean or not, Spica nods small.

"I was banned from the church because entry was dangerous, but I really wanted to deepen my faith, and I entered the land alone. The church finds out about it in a letter and asks Fujido and the others for help worrying about Spica, who won't be back for long."

What's a monk's egg like breaking into a grave by itself? Continue explaining while holding on inside.

Reason full of holes, but it doesn't matter if it's somewhat unnatural. The important thing is to bring the Fujido to this point.

"Praying here, Fujido worried about Spica - the Demon Hunting Party is coming to help"

Amelia is supposed to have a hand in staying in the village and guiding the area. I didn't like it, but I decided to ask them to do it because I didn't feel comfortable just giving instructions in correspondence. It's your idea of an operation, do it.

Explore the surrounding signs. It's rotten. Originally, the way to level the tomb was to defeat dozens and hundreds of weak undead.

"So, Fujido and the others find Spica in this room... an incident occurs where they feel safe"

Reminds me of Amelia's proposal. Words put out with an extremely serious look.

'If you defeat the undead, you'll get used to it enough to defeat them. I was scared at first, but as soon as I was surrounded by hundreds of undead and defeated by selflessness, I got used to it.'

Even people who didn't like blood get used to killing, to killing, to fear, as they kill numerous demons as mercenaries.

No matter how scared they are, they're weak anyway. If you take it down, you'll get used to it on your own. If you're not used to it, you can think again then.

"Tons of undead who felt signs of the living come into an avalanche unluckily. I'll give Spica strong protection, but don't get too close."

"Hey, how many are coming...?

I took a breath and told Spica to ask in a plundering voice.

That's settled.

"Until the Vines get used to it."

Have them overcome it. No, if you're a brave man, you deserve to be.