Gang of Yuusha

When the excavation work was well received, the muddy men were sure of the damage to the drill with a serious face. A replacement blade has been prepared. I can still go, no, you should change it. The motor's a bitch. We're not gonna do this.

"The echo sounds have changed!

When Shoji, with his ears stretched against the dirt wall, gave a stirring voice, a twist ran with him. Expectations propagated that it might have reached the deepest part of the dance.

"Shh! It's a treasure trove. Hey!

Standing in the pit, Lorelei, with a water bucket, clapped his fingers, and Dordo, hosed aside with soil, nodded with a squeaky face.

"Once, when I fell down, I thought I'd die..."

Stark moves his crouch and lever, making a wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii The power switch was switched off in a residual manner while it was applied to the ground and safely stopped.

"I could still drive, though."

The band, sitting in the armored part of Caterpillar, slammed both legs and came out a while ago and came closer.

"Wait, wait, wait, Shoji. What's it like? What's the other side like? Does it feel like Leskia from Earth and Heaven is already fighting?

Shoji sharpened his hearing enhanced with ear potions while keeping his ears stuck to the wall.

"No, from the echo sound, things are bumping into something that looks like a veil. That's a certain place... a magic wall. There's a line."

"Having a guardian means the treasure is close. Let's do this by hand."

As the band creaked with their jaws, Dordo took charge of a hemp bag containing the usual Seven Tools of Bandits.

All are assigned fleas and hammers. From here on out, it will be a careful task. We must scrape the walls so as not to irritate the junction. The ground pulse is also mixed with layers of limestone, and the field is hot and humid with the heat generated from the rock grinder.

Knock, knock, knock...

Four men on the wall.

Plus, one girl lined up.

Slowly, carefully, scrape the front wall.

Removing the pocky rock, something like a bright white membrane emerged.

Looks like a thin dirty egg shell. It would be a junction that is who was bouncing the sound.

When Shoji gazes, he finds himself constantly enchanted by the inner walls.

A rainbow glow - like oil - flows across the curved section.

Stark packs the rock rolled at his feet into a wheelbarrow and carries it to a cave for the dump.

The division of roles is what comes when you're working on it, and Dordo, who doesn't have the strength, went to rest first. Careful manual work can be prolonged and so on.

Lorelei seemed bored when Shoji, wearing leather gloves, was working carelessly on the excavation. Faded blonde hair bouncing with an irresistible color on the safety mets. The creepy eyes were boring and demanding conversation.

"Darling. Something amazing, plain, isn't it?

"This is it. Mostly, that's what dungeon attacks are for."

"Seriously? Are you serious? Really? It's going to be over without a trap or anything, without fighting any monsters or anything, right? Don't cry when an adventurer sees you."

"We don't choose the means."

"It is. You know, you know... me, I thought. I want to study."

"What?

"How to use magic guidance machines, magic... that sort of thing. More, I want to help Darling's party. Sounds like you're good at the band, and I'm gonna learn a little bit."

"It's your daughter. That's an impossible consultation. You're my Lord Dachi woman, and I want you to get a certain distance from me. Knock on the gate of the Sorcerer's Association honestly. If you're a good girl, just wrap up the gratuity and you'll be gently taught."

Lorelei mumbled as the band, which was removing a chunk of soil with adhesive tape, browned and pinched his mouth.

"You have some weird rules for Bimio. Do you really think I'm in that position? Nah, he doesn't treat me like a girl at all. You don't fuck me, and I'm dry all the time."

"You're still an apprentice in many ways."

Shoji swayed at Lorelei's safety mets, wondering if he would even try to get it in a potion that would grow the flesh. The girl has a grudge. She has eyes. They superimpose their teeth on each other and intimidate them like angry love dogs.

The band stopped when the detailed work was done and a rough part of the junction was exposed.

"It's time, okay. I'll do something about it."

The band cast a spell and constituted a clear silk cloth - a thin veil-like object.

Pull softly between your hands, stick it to the border with the pepper, and shape it in an elliptical shape while layering many sheets.

"What are you doing?

"One of the manipulative witchcraft, Faux Seal. From what I've seen, it's a divine sorcery junction, but it looks like it could be done."

"I don't know how to explain that."

"It's Dr. Band. Pretty students want an explanation."

When he looked funny, the band dropped both shoulders and looked tired, but was pushed off and nodded.

"Shoji...... ok. What do you think your daughter should do to break in, as there was a strong bond in front of her?

"I'm gonna smash it"

"Right. Most adventurers do. I'm not smart enough to do this. We're not professionals. I told the operator," Ha! My connections have been broken! 'I don't teach you kindly. It's like a stupid story. "

Hey, the band pressed their fingertips against the center of the sticky seal.

A pop of light illuminates. The built-up magic cloth cut mutated.

assimilates with the junction and becomes a muddy fluid.

"Some of it was liquefied from solid. Now I can get through it. Since the junction remains“ tense, "the chances of being perceived by the operator go down dramatically. The magician's power is talented, but the technique is acquired by anyone. Remember, if you want to be a magician."

"Hmm...... looks like a hassle. It's like a parasite."

I'm honest with the child's heart.

The band, who were denied the point of doing it head-on, glanced at Shoji with a straight face. I'm urging my parents to scold this girl so badly.

Shoji, with his eyes down, shook his neck left and right without force, then responded.

"When the battle begins, the operation begins. Someone in armor... a few kilometers away, but I hear a shoe running with great momentum. Let's go in when the sword trident starts to sound."

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Keelnil was battling emotions that were going to explode as he walked with all his might.

It's not a good idea to stay like this - you have to make a feat of it.

It may be ridiculous, but I need the effect of making everything challenging. I cannot accept it, such as being abandoned by a teacher and returning to the king's capital.

It will be a disgrace to the clan, and the future life plan will be broken.

Oh, yeah.

Confession was a failure. Let's admit it.

Everything, I have to admit I was stupid.

I had to think about more times. My head got hot and I slipped out of my mouth. Have you forgotten what their position is? The identity of a civilian is a disguise - a woman in a more glorious place than herself. You're a supporter of the people. I'm not safe if you piss me off.

So I kept it a secret.

"Ha... ha... Ugh, shit, I... I... I'm not... no, relax, relax"

Keelnil put his hand on his chest to quell his waving heart.

I slowed my gait, breathed shortly, and lost my thought. You have to switch consciousness. It was also a bad idea to leave the Union. You can't act alone. Out of discipline.

No - wait.

"Stay like this, pretend you're embarrassed and confused... defeat your enemies and apologize"

Yes, take the “souvenir" home and apologize.

I can't go back to this and the team without doing anything.

If you name the head of Lord Reyes, you may collapse into a write-off of failure. A happy Union member may treat Leskia as a hassle free.

Oh, yeah.

All the members are good people. It's up to you to defend me.

"Right...... eh"

Poop, and green phosphorescence appeared pompous in thin darkness.

A dead spirit dressed in a borough cloth that drifted human souls around - Reis.

A spiritual body in skeleton that leaves rotten skin like a plague. Skinny little monster floats fluttering and approaching as he rattles his jaw.

"Out of the way."

Keelnil waved his hand up from the bottom in a coarse motion.

The flying blade that manifests itself from the tip of the five fingers - the 'finger flash' is an invisible slash that does not do color. It creates strain in the space but diagonally slashes the lace, dividing it into pieces. Reyce, who was given the power of God and left unbroken, did not even pass into the afterlife, but vanished.

"... go"

The properties of the qualities are misunderstood, but the sword is not really used as a medium.

I was just doing it to make it easier for my people to understand the attack so they wouldn't get hurt.

Instead, it might be easier for me to be alone.

Because you can use your powers without worrying about anyone.

As one of those living in an unparalleled out-of-the-world demonic realm, your ability as a 'Ripper of Braver' should be no less than that of anyone.

If you exhaust all your spirits, even the royal castle can be cut off.

That's right.

It has the invincible power to cleave anything you want.

It's like a walk.

I tried to laugh to inspire myself, but the pulled cheek meat just shuddered and ended. The spiritual waves have not yet subsided. Tight cheeks. Hang 'Light Balls' in hollow with elementary light based magic.

The place became brighter. The red light calms my heart.

Moving forward for a few minutes or so, a corrupt troll undead walked out of the dark. The eyeballs are disappearing, the skin is rotting and the udder is gushing. I was crushing something fine, a prayer-like spell, but I couldn't hear the language.

The back length is about twice the length of the keel nil.

He looked like a full-bodied heartbeat and sifted the stick in a blunt, heavy motion, but with a 'finger flash' he tore his rigid arm lightly and dropped his neck to the ground.

If the target is big, it's only a miscellaneous fish for Keelnil.

The battle to march continued.

Chop up the anomalies that scatter rotten odors from one end to the other.

Elderlais, Skeleton, Ghoul - no matter how powerful a monster appeared, it was not a number of things.

The wreckage rolls down the road that Keelnil walks.

Rotten liquid sprinkles on rock walls, and rotten organs are thrown away like discarded raw debris.

Smash and crush green meat chunks with silver shoes, even forward.

"Ha... ha... heh"

The pleasure of enforcing justice ravaging the wicked was irresistible. Thanks to this, I have been able to relieve a lot of stress. No matter how horrible, you can't lose being a brave man.

Keelnil was self-indulgent due to the exuberance of the battle, but could no longer continue to laugh thinly.

It was only a few dozen minutes in time, but because we got to the end.

"Are you the capital of the dead (... land)...?

Through the hole, my vision suddenly widened. Blurred oblique light is leaking from heaven.

For a moment, I was so illusory as to wonder if I'd gone outside, but I find out that there's a rock wall in the distance and it's not. The white sumptuous light is also caused by the light source stone (Flash Rock). It must be embedded in the ceiling.

In the hills, the town was built even though it was in the dungeon.

No, is it an original ruin?

From what I've seen, there are hundreds of houses.

It's a hell of a view.

Keelnil doubted his own eyes, but repeated blinking would not change the fact that the small town was there.

The gray stone folk house is dense. Waterways and popular baths are maintained and shopping signs are installed to make them decent townships.

Though mostly weathered, semi-circular windows feature exquisite floating finishes (relief), and the architectural style of houses built with the same technique makes them feel ancient and historical.

What stands out is the deepest?

A decorative stone column stands at the end of the stone staircase, which is a steep slope, and an underground cathedral with a cylindrical roof is established.

It is a splendid architecture that shakes your mind with one eye.

Undisputed, it's a historical heritage.

"... that's weird..."

I can't even stop.

I stepped into a pavement path packed with diced stones.

Walk through the decaying Arc de Triomphe at the entrance and exit gate, sandwiched by a deserted house.

Keelnil felt uncomfortable trying to get caught because of the cold coming in through the gap in his armor.

No water flows to the capital of the dead, no life, no sign of man.

I know that - it's not surprising.

There's no sign of the Necromancer, but he must be hiding somewhere.

The question of Keelnil was dispelled by the discovery of a stone bucket (ooze) placed beside the square - try to get close to the joint well - in the centre of the town.

"This is a crop... it's not real..."

If you look at history - it is a catacombs where the past powers of the error knife have been thrust down. This is where sinners with money sleep. It is not strange that we are creating a resting place for those who cannot pass into heaven.

Is it then that you focused on the “tomb” in this world?

Was it an incorrect historical fact that survivors could not be admitted?

Perhaps I didn't want to let a bunch of people in by flushing horrible suspicions. Then was it for the soul's sake that it was made the land of the trials of the Sisters of the Holy Church?

Because I wanted the dead to be at peace as much as I wanted to build a graveyard town.

"The Brave Man of Break"

Tired, turned around. Alistia was smiling about when she was standing. I looked around, but I don't see any Union members. When I thought she was the only one chasing me, Keelnil became so sad that his heart seemed to screw up.

"... Mr. Aristia"

"How about a town of the dead?

"Huh... it's a lonely place, Kane. The captain... what about Mr. Leskia?

Even when I inquired, all I came back with was an empty laugh.

She should have been full of life, she's erasing signs like a ghost.

Shin, sometimes in the quiet capital, a cold sweat flowed down Keelnir's forehead.

"It was only when I took my feet here, and I went after my sister in hiding. It's a sanctuary considered a test to be a one-man Priest, so I was curious to know it would be a place to visit not far away. But for the first time, the exercise of sacred witchcraft was far from ideal."

"Mr. Aristia?

The monologue is cut, with unparalleled sorrow.

Instinct is alarming. The sense of crisis increased.

It was like being seen in someone's eyes, and there were signs from the neighborhood.

"It was terribly coercive. No healing, no questions asked, no dead - or the art of sending them to God's knees. It was merciless and extreme what we were doing, even though we named God's proxy. Is that something you can truly call salvation by fulfilling it? At least it wasn't the salvation I was aiming for. You don't even know who you are, but you already know the pain of being forced to heal, don't you, Fracture?

"Mr. Aristia."

A blurry black flame emerged loosely from inside the well.

From the gap in the building, from the dry earth - Aristia's crawl as the Necromancers showed up. Lean aside and stick next to each other to be subordinate.

"I really wanted some better seeds, not you...... well, you're all convinced, so be it. We have legs, and today we're going to be blessed with something good."

"Are you undead?

It didn't look like much, but I couldn't help it.

Aristia peeled her lips loose.

"No, I'm a warm person... well, whatever, I was wondering if I shouldn't have too much of a stereotype that only demons side with demons, etc. I don't know, excuse me."

One giant, more penetrating Reiss approached Aristia than the others - a crown in his hand. The part where the gem was framed is missing, but the golden glow remains.

Aristia was entrusted with the King's Testimony and was overhead.

Turn your big eyes upwards and align perfectly with the non-falling position.

Smile and laugh without evil.

The countless ghosts behind it continue to grow.

The flames of resentment are burning, dissipating the dark temper.

Keelnil closed his eyes. I shook my head.

Play the sound of a sheath run to pull out the Holy Sword.

It needs to be less burdensome than "finger flashes," and more powerful.

Were they cut off for it?

Was it just deflected and figured out?

Either way. Whatever. Calmed down.

Stretch your legs forward, weaken the better, but lower your sword, and target.

Whatever happens, all we have to do is fight.

Whatever - the neck of the enemy you were looking for is right in front of you.

"It's a shame. I can't believe I have to kill Priest. You are disobeying God"

"Well, what about that? Because I can still exercise the miracle of God. Besides, I'm not going to kill you. Just for a little while, just get some sleep. Take your time and have a good night in a painless and peaceful world."