"Leave this to me, my friend!"
"What?"
In front of my eyes, Bügall shook my shoulder and shouted confidently. But his demonic face was full of urgency, and his whole body was sweating.
What the fuck?
-Yippee Yippee Yippee!!!
"What's that?"
From the other side, the bulbour was flying like a rocket. Almost anything can be said to be a much greater drive than the creator's expectation.
But all of a sudden, Bulbourgeois?
Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The one who blew up the Vulbuza was the transcendental Great Monarch Berrial. When a distant demon swung his arm once full of horizons, the heavens trembled, and the earth broke. Vulbuza was hit by it and flew away.
- An overwhelming giant.
Recognizing the situation properly, I was flying into a set with a bulbous to some Kobolt Guardian bastards.
Even the Black Birdman is flying in the sky.
"Don't stand still!!!"
"Krrrrrrrrgh!!!"
"Die, demon!!!!"
At the same time, a brave shout is heard and three people are shot past me and Bucharest. It was Mersine Garros, and Baron Salverin.
"These bastards?"
Everywhere they appeared, they rushed towards Bereal with their most trusted weapon. Mercin is a long sword, Garas a nail, and Baron Salverin a magic sword.
"This is a dream."
I did something and it was a dream.
"Yeah, it's a dream, buddy."
Büghal takes my word.
"A dream."
Bügall, who was looking at my face, turned his head back and walked to me shoulder to shoulder. I also raised my arm and grabbed Bucharest's shoulder and looked at Berial with him.
Khhhhhh!!
- Huff!
- Whoa!
That is a mistake.
- Studies!
- Papapod!
It was literally a mythical battle.
Mercin, who was much smaller than Bereal, burst into flames, and Garros, who ran for four, stretched out his bicycle and targeted the head of the great demon. Baron Salverin, with his magic sword, was blocking dozens of flying tentacles.
"Berry knows it and he's fighting, man."
Büghal says.
"Aah."
Is that so?
My friends.
My colleagues.
To kill the newly emerging strong Bereal, it was to fight for ever and ever. A space where the concept of time is meaningless. From the beginning to now, maybe to the future.
The creatures who died to me and became my friends were now coming to Bereal to establish the identity and justice of Fusion.
- I felt it.
Now this was a dream.
It's not a dream.
"Friend. I trust a friend who believes in me. Bereal is a powerful army, but he can't be defeated by the power of friendship."
- Lost! Lost!
Bucharest's body is beginning to change.
- Boom!
There was a murderous horn in the body of Bügall, who looked like an inhuman pervert in a latex suit upside down. Strong, thick thorns. And the strongest exoskeleton protrudes.
That was a kind of deliberate armament that symbolized the enhanced Vugal.
"I mean."
Bugal's tone was full of absolute confidence. Whether it's Bucharest or Mercin, they're both so small and cocky. It is never a legend. That is why we cannot defeat such a huge and magnificent being as Bereal.
"Trust me."
But there is a Bügall who says, 'I can win.'
"Trust me."
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
At the same time.
"Trust your friends."
The body of Büghal is filled with glorious and sacred light. It changed his skin color to white. This is no longer a machete.
Bowman ( ).
Beyond saving people.
The true image of the Holy Sword Bügall.
- Yippee yippee!!
The flying bulbour rises again and rushes towards Berrial. Compared to berries filled with horizons, old and frail oaks appear to be merely small microbes.
Nevertheless.
- Drunkenness!!
Struggle.
Even if attacked, blown, crushed and destroyed. The only thing that happens again is a few hits to defeat Bereal.
What lies at the end of it may be his eternal destruction.
But the true warriors of Fusion Confucianism.
I never give up.
"Bulbourg...!"
I cannot interfere with them. Just as observers, they are forced to believe, cheer and watch.
- Boom.
The angel who completed the sacrament rests his hands on my shoulders.
"Friend."
"... Bugal."
My shoulders are hot.
The power of true friendship is flowing in.
"I trust you."
"I don't trust you either."
Büghal said, and I replied.
"Me too!"
"... Me too!"
"I believe you, too!"
Mersin, Garros, and Baron Salverin also say so. My trusted friends. My colleagues I believe in deeply.
If they are.
"Yes."
Go get Bereal.
Beat it.
- Nod.
Bugal nods, and at a moment of glorious flashbacks, he flies at a transcendent pace towards Bereal beyond the horizon. The attacks emanating from that overwhelming light must have come from the darkest bottom of hell, even the great demons in a nutshell...
- Pa.
At that moment, I woke up.
"Argh...!"
I wake up from a dream.
Recognizing that was an instant.
- Bloop!
At the same time, a single stream of tears pours out. The tears of tears seep into the pillow while soaking the gurney.
It was a dream that could never be forgotten or forgotten.
Sadness. Regret. Romance. And.
Friendship.
- Motherfucker.
All those emotions burst into tears.
"Aah."
But don't cry.
My friends.
With only one intention to kill Bereal for me, I was constantly striving to destroy my own soul. Bereal was strong. Strong enough to guarantee victory. However, there are friends who don't give up.
- Power of friendship.
This was such a dream.
- Papapod!
- Borz-bornz!
Immediately he got out of bed, jumped to the ground, and pulled out the bugal he had set against the wall. It's just a machete made of Seekerman iron.
However.
- Head, head.
I feel the pulsating power.
- Headaches!
The wavelength is transmitted from the handle to the handle.
Even though Bügall was the Devil of the Sword, he was not strong enough to absorb the entire spirit of the Great Monarch.
Of course it takes subordinates.
Bereal's soul was enormous.
"The real bayonet."
- Pats.
Immediately suppresses the waves and spills my Mana into the blade.
- Inhuman power.
Refine and energize.
Refine it to suit me.
Kill the Great Monarch Energy.
It kills, it melts in the knife.
As my friends are fighting on the other side of the dream, I must also help them here.
If that's how Bereal falls.
Büghal will be a stronger sword.
This was such a task. It looks easy to say. However, it was not as easy as I thought. Bulbourgeois. Mercin. And even though Baron Garros and Baron Salverin are giving me strength, this is a mess.
It's fucking hard.
"Chewbird."
- Tsuzu!
Maintain the correct shape of the sword while properly adjusting the flying Mana. The feeling of absorbing Bereal's soul changed. However, it is unstable. The current state of Büghal feels terrible.
For the time being, I need to focus on this.
"Father?"
"Ah, Ari."
At that time, Ari got up. Ari... my Ari. I felt like my body was getting better by continuing to consume the breastmilk of Alane.
"Are you still going to the dungeon today?"
"I'm thinking about it, damn it."
It has not yet returned to the capital.
I'm taking a short break here.
The dungeon was completely shut down. The golems stop, and the monsters melt. Bereal's residual energy has been exhausted.
It happened later than I thought, but in the meantime, we collected the nuclei straight up and sold them all and got bigger money.
Of course, now that the dungeon has stopped, the nuclear value has collapsed.
"I can only smell the corpse if I go. Nigga, can I just take it easy?"
"Yes, I do."
Above all, the dungeon's interior was the Asura of Abi Gyu Kyu Kyu. As I expected, as soon as the golems stopped operating, people started to crowd out like crazy.
That's why dozens of people died after fighting with each other. That's all I saw. In fact, they're going to die by a hundred.
The dungeon was now a huge landfill of corpses.
Die, kill. He steals, then dies, searches for the body, then searches again. The lunatics turned into a pit where they threw their lives.
Even the nobles led the soldiers and re-angled these things, but the ones who left decided they would no longer find anything useful.
Perhaps the Empire Knights are the only ones exploring properly right now. I had some orders from them to control the people entering the dungeon like they were crazy, but I can't listen to them.
Anyway, what remained here without going up to the capital was to gather clues to build a horse in the report.
I just decided to shut up about this.
Killing Bereal is a great achievement, but it takes a lot of time to prove it. So I decided I'd rather not talk.
Fortunately, the dungeon was fucked, and that made a good excuse.
"I found many golems and evil looking monsters moving with unknown power in the dungeon. Not enough to kill. However, friction with overflowing criminals as they enter the dungeon is a peculiarity. There are a number of incidents in which vagrants who are looking for a one-time deposit are turning into criminals.
First of all, I wrote down the facts.
"Exploration in progress."
From here, I hide the truth thoroughly.
However, during the expedition, all the golems suddenly stopped operating. Presumably fully powered. The power was stored in the dungeon before the seal, and the power would have been used rapidly as the dungeon became operational due to human intrusion. I think the dungeon is completely silent, with all the relationships used.
This is it.
This is the only way to report this content properly.
There's no evidence that we came and went down there anyway. All that remains is a huge room full of geometric patterns.
There is not a single piece of evidence that Bereal was present.
Perhaps the first thing to get there is the Knights of the Kingdom. If they find that innermost room, they will be quite suspicious, but there will be nothing to find out.
Most importantly, this is a sealed or abandoned dungeon. There's nothing suspicious to find out.
Risha can't figure it out, but how do they figure it out?
Anyway, I'm not going to the capital to pretend to investigate.
Adventurers, mercenaries and criminals who have been aiming for the Golem with complete silence in the dungeon are breaking into the 'mass' and are now turning the inside of the dungeon into a battlefield where such forces are fighting. The ability of this paladin makes it impossible to control hundreds of humans who have been ravaged by madness and to adjudicate daily crimes. Under the circumstances, I have determined that further exploration is impossible and have decided to withdraw.
"All right.
This is it.
It concluded quite neatly.
This means that I have no achievements or done nothing, but I can't help it. But it's convincing. And what do you say that the Saint failed me once? A man cannot do all things.
This is what the Saint emphasized to me.
I won't say anything.
I'll take care of a little hard work.
"Well, I guess we should take a break today."
This way, you can pretend to investigate only for a few days and then withdraw.
"...."
I touched Hilde's feet sleeping in bed. Squeeze it, whatever you were confident in, it's knocked down every time you make sure you haven't fully absorbed the power of the Great Monarch yet.
Let's take it easy.
Now that you've scored the report, you can do the right thing about Bucharest.