Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core (Book Version Title: A Different World Dungeon Made with the Devil)

"Leader!?

"Shit! Spread out!"

The ground beneath the feet of the six horsemen who tried to scatter suddenly pulsed, and the horses whose feet were taken fell on all the riders. The fate of the six people who were deprived of their escape was decided here. He who is burned down by a fireball that suddenly appears, he who suddenly dies pierced by piles of stone that have grown from the ground, he who bathes in rubble from the eight directions (rock barrettes) and becomes a hive, he who is suffocated by a water polo covering his head...... It didn't take five minutes before the end of the tragedy between the bundles.

"That's a big deal......"

Neil, the leader of the undead, who was netting behind him in case, has spoken with a saying so. Former and adventurer undead and faker monsters. Different races, but under the same Crowe, they were able to communicate their intentions in their readings.

"Winn and Slay stopped me. If I had a few more numbers, I think I'd have turned to Mr. Neil and the others. '

"Isn't there enough for about seven people..."

Fifty masters, right? Compared to that... '

"Thank you. Looks like you're safe over there, too."

Crowe shows up at the same time as he speaks.

"Ah, Master."

"Master, are you done there, too?

'Oh, we're clear. Shall we clean up this body too? I'm gonna get the cell gate out, so will you throw the body in there?

"It's easy to understand. Hey. '

On Neil's signal, three of the party members - Gail the Swordsman, Brood the Wall Role, and Mez the Mage - hand split up and throw the body into the gate. It didn't even take long enough to finish off the blood trail and erase the tragedy. That's where Brod pulls his horse.

"Master, what about their horses? Leaving me alone would be suspicious."

"A horse... it's awkward to leave it."

"Some of them are hurting my legs..."

"Oh, when you ate the stoop? Well, I can guess that one."

Crowe seemed to be in touch with him in some way, but eventually the whole grievance (ghost) shifted in front of him.

"This Ghost is holy magic. They'll be able to treat horses."

The Ghost said snorted confidently and put his hand around the horse's ankle. The horse was a little frightened, but when the crow gave in, it became mild.

"The Ghost of Sacred Magic is the cure for horses..."

"Life, you study every day even after you die..."

Crowe gives directions to the undead, who look overwhelmed.

"Neil, are you connecting your faces with the subhumans? Hand over the horses to them. Let's get it over with. After that, I'm sorry, but I need you to stay alert. Let me know if anything happens."

"Understood."