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Adventurers and military men attacked southwards from the wilderness near the capital with the sunrise.

Exactly can't be left to the adventurers who are used to fighting the undead, accompanied by military personnel.

"Shall we go too?"

"Yes."

I watched them attack while eating buns bought in the city.

In the winter morning, the air was cold, and I needed something to warm my body if I was just waiting outside.

"Is Mr. Mishrina and Mr. Claudia okay?

"Yes, if you just follow me, it's fine, so don't worry about me, go to your destination."

We're heading southeast, unlike the group headed south, because we got recognition from Mr. Mishrina.

You told me there was no problem, Mr. Mishrina.

He was able to follow us by turning the immense magic gained as the Virgin to his physical abilities.

- When I kept running until around noon.

"There you are."

"Yes."

Sylvia and Mr. Mishrina noticed signs as they looked far away.

The Virgin, strong against Sylvia and the Undead, who were good at detecting signs, was aware even at a distance we wouldn't notice.

Instruct everyone to stop with their hands.

"I checked this one too."

I see dirt smoke at the end of the horizon.

"Summon: Sapphire Eagle"

From the labyrinth, an eagle whose eyes were made of sapphire is summoned for reconnaissance.

Confirm the armies of the undead with eagles slowly approaching from above.

"Wow."

"This is a little..."

I can share my sight with labyrinth manipulation. Me and Iris accidentally squealed.

"What? What?

Because Ira cares, she magically creates a phantom so that Mishrina and Claudia can see it, and show everyone the sight I'm looking at.

"Ugh..."

The moment I saw the sight, I was unexpectedly losing my word.

There were people walking in the middle of the wilderness with skinny, coaly skin.

They were dressed like they had come out dressed, rough dressed like they were in a house that they had nothing to show but their families, and dirty work clothes on the dirt whether they were in the middle of farming.

The impression we have when we see it - normal people.

Until a few days ago, someone who was supposed to be at peace with nothing was going to die at some point and continue wandering the earth as an undead as it was.

A sight that I just think is so demeaning to death.

"Let's do it."

"Yes."

Melissa concentrates the magic of both hands.

What is being worked out is the magic of light attributes with purifying power.

There is no special use of magic in purifying magic, you simply need to let your magic have purifying properties. Few users of purifying magic because they struggle to understand its properties. In Melissa's case, you just need to change the nature of the magic to leave the protection to you, because the protection is like teaching you on your own.

Stick your hands forward.

The magic of purification released from his hands spreads like a wave, and the moment it reaches the undead, he is purified and falls flabby.

There, it was just a body rolling.

"Phew."

It seems that even Melissa struggled to change the nature of the massive amount of magic, and when she finished activating the magic, she was exhaling.

"You're a little left."

Behind the army stood about thirty dead men.

"Solar-Ray Irradiation"

A strong light emerges that reminds me of the sun over my head.

It emits the light that made it purifying from the magic formations that made it appear in heaven, swallowing one undead after the other that did not stop the steps even when their companions were purified.

"... overdone"

There was nothing left after the light swallowed.

"Hey, what are you doing!

"No, that's why I thought I'd try some massive magic I'd never used before"

Ira grabs my collar and comes cranky and rocks.

At first I was going to let them use the light magic of The Angel Series, which is in the Temple area of the Labyrinth.

But when I think of the people who have fallen from everyday life to hell, the feeling of no settling came to a boil.

I wanted to purify you as soon as possible.

So I was allowed to purify every piece of land at once with the magic that the 'Archangel Series' demons have in the ruins area from the 66th to 70th floors, not the temple area from the 46th to the 50th floors.

Undead's wandering has made the surrounding area a desecrated land.

It is necessary to purify the land at a later stage because even if the crop is kept in a dirty state, it will grow slowly and the quality will fall considerably.

It's not a matter of purifying the land.

"So, what's the problem?"

"It's not like we're here!

Ira angry that she no longer has the chance to use the Holy Sword.

We head to where the undead was as we forgive the angry Ira.

"What do you do with this?

On one side of the perimeter was left a body that fell and stopped moving.

"... decide to bury generously in our country. I'm hoping to give it back to my hometown as much as possible..."

The problem is number.

I don't know who, unless I know who lived in a village or something like that.

However, it is suspicious whether it is possible to discern because the shadow of life is diminished due to being thin or coal-fired due to the effects of being undead.

"You only had convenient skills for transporting things, didn't you? Can you carry it with you?

"... that's about it, okay?

I wasn't sneaky to leave you here, either.

Recover the body that was falling to the ground.

Then we recover the demon stone that was rolling with the body that was important to us.

The body and demon stone for about 200 people makes it difficult to carry it even after retrieving it, but thanks to the toolbox (item box), you can simply move it to the front of the box placed on top of the magic formation.

"And even though I didn't have it in my lifetime, it's a strange story that when it's undead, demon stones are born in my body."

"If you say that, you're dead, but you can move around. The undead is weirder."

"Or so it is."

Ira wasn't particularly concerned, either, but she just asked because she was concerned while collecting the Demon Stone, and she never asked me deeply.

A valuable source of income for us.

Just give this demonic stone to the labyrinth and you'll get dozens of magic pieces of gold.

If you ask the labyrinth nucleus (dungeon core) about the secrets that create demonic stones in your body when you're undead, it may tell you the answer, but it's not that much of a concern either.

"... sorry"

Then I did something sorry for the dead man who accidentally erased the body without even leaving the demon stone behind.

Join hands and apologize before heading back to the capital.

"... are you back yet"

By the time the sun began to set we reached the wilderness near Winkia.

It was Mr. Gilbert who welcomed me.

"I can't believe I've already finished my crusade..."

"Exactly."

Take ten demon stones out of the toolbox and show them to Mr. Gilbert.

Even he, unfamiliar with the demonic ecology, showed multiple demonic stones and decided that the crusade had been made without any problems because Mr. Mishrina next door had said nothing.

"... I thought it would take a few more days, but it seemed to work out and it helped"

It's almost like you're done asking us.

But in fact, they're asking me to crusade all the undead that have occurred, so I won't be paid unless I finish dealing with the undead on the south side.

But we haven't even picked up our enemies yet if we're going on as planned.

"Well, let me know if there's any progress"

That's not exactly why I'm going back to Alistair, so let me relax in the inn in Winkia.

There was an imminent army of undead in Winkia, but the people living in the capital lived as usual whether they believed in the defense of the capital. Thanks to this, we were able to sightsee as usual.

The anomaly occurred three nights later.

"Is there a Virgin!?

A soldier rushed into the dining room after dinner at the inn and relaxed for tea.

"What's up?

"… we have a problem"

There are other general guests in the dining room.

I didn't want them to hear that I was in a critical situation, so I urged the soldiers to follow me in a whisper.

Soldiers leaving their quarters head straight out of the capital.

"What the hell happened?

"The troops that left earlier came back defeated."

Things don't end easily, they say.