Dungeon Master Makeup Money (formerly known as Dungeon Master Funding)

Undead Emperor's inquiry puzzles me unexpectedly.

"Makeup, eh...?

"There's no way we can create a living armor that strong in ourselves with residual ideas left over from human armor that died decades ago."

It is possible to prepare living armor from residual ideas. However, you can't create a living armor as strong as you thought you were Amshas.

Zeons who seriously assumed that the living armor was Amshas.

There is also a re-limit by the undead emperors, but more than that, I had assumed that the heart that hates Amshas in the depths of their minds was real by moving with the urge to bump their grievances.

"I knew."

Tual, who was looking at the open book page, shrugged.

The book she had listed what a living armor joker was like.

"Why didn't you tell me!?

I can't do it because they didn't ask me, etc.

"Dear Zeon, we also need to resolve our grievances."

No matter how much you intend to forget, hatred never disappears completely. That's how it was supposed to show up.

"Even fakes can be the object of bumping grievances if they are exquisitely crafted fakes. Because of this, he prepared a presence like that, so I let him use it effectively."

We can also prepare our own. But we know it's fake from the beginning when we've prepared it ourselves.

I can be the object of hatred because I don't know if it's real or fake, even if it's an exquisitely made fake.

"That living armor is just the residual thought that dwelt in the armor, plus the personality that the Lord created" like it "from the information of Amshas collected"

No one here knows what thought the real Amshas had. I don't know what Amshas really felt because even Luce wasn't deeply involved.

That's why I was able to create it into an undead emperor.

'Maybe it was really just the righteous mind that was moving. And there could have been some special circumstances. "

But no one knows what's going on.

Though the labyrinth nucleus is most likely known, Zeon had only heard of Amshas' behavior for an ostensible purpose.

"Then how could you say such a word..."

"If you put it that way, you can't ignore it."

Zeon exerted his power with the appearance of a seemingly Amshas.

It is true that the living room armor joker was strong. Zeon, who was frustrated, defeated him with a strong attack in vain.

"You can say that Non's purpose was accomplished in that attack."

Gaze at undead emperors like spare time.

Immediately afterwards, he is slashed with a divine sword.

Slashing in a state of divinity could do damage to the very existence of the undead emperor, and just before, it was so damaging that it wanted to scream, even though it was.

"What are you doing..."

I accidentally sighed when I remembered what happened on the 57th basement floor.

"Hey."

"Unglamorous."

The undead emperor is bowing his head as Ira makes a special victory for thinking about the operation. The last time I took damage, I couldn't see it.

"The purpose of the first operation was to buy time by having a conversation with the deeply involved Emperor Amshas."

It doesn't have to be real. I wish I could have prepared a "sounding like it" existence just enough to stop the Zeons.

There was also the cooperation of the top undead emperors among the undead, who succeeded in creating a living armor that looked just like the real one so they could fool them, and in buying time through conversation.

"Who ordered the sedition?"

It stimulated the equivalent of the trauma of the Zeons. Thanks to this, the fierce and crazy Zeons are moving forward with a tremendous amount of momentum.

Even though it's only been a few minutes since then, I'm likely to end the attack on the 58th basement floor soon.

"Because of your suggestion, we're mobilizing zombies as well as gools and ghosts to attack."

I used it because I got it, but now it's not even on the wall.

"I thought it was a good idea when I came up with it..."

"On the contrary, you're speeding up your attack because of too much provocation."

There's nothing I can do where I regret what I've already done.

"I'm convinced the plan is valid, too."

Convinced with efficiency in mind.

However, as a personal emotion, I disagreed.

"You didn't want to imitate people's trauma."

"I don't want to do it either. But it was worth it."

Successfully drained Zeon.

Even Ira wouldn't have wanted to suggest it in the mood, but she suggested it with all of us in mind. You even gave me permission, so I can't regret it.

Thinking ahead is a priority now.

"If we can buy another hour or so, our bet will be complete. I don't know if I can do anything about Zeon by gambling."

Still, we have to rely on betting. There's nothing else I can count on anymore.

So we need to stop them from storming wildly and repeatedly. It will be impossible to reach the lowest level, but I do not want to go any further.

"Don't take responsibility."

"Non is a demon specializing in generating and leading large groups. That's not why he's weak. Let me show you how useful this is. '

The undead emperor that disappears.

We moved to intercept on the 60th basement floor.

"Put all remaining battle power into the 61st basement. I'll settle here as planned."