Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

When the dazzling light subsided, giant trees were extinguishing, including their roots. In other words, there was a big hole.

Because Aaron hasn't been in action in a long time, too, or seems to have gotten more powerful than I thought.

"Have you gone a little too far?"

"No, I think this is just about right"

Even I tried to get rid of Goblin Sherman yesterday by releasing Bloody Termigan, the first priest. I knocked down the trees for five hundred meters.

Compared to that, Aaron pinpoints only one giant tree. To see, it was something that would show the difference in strength in how to fight.

Of course, the fact that my way of fighting is cluttered is unwavering. We need to fix the bad habits of relying on the depths of the ranks at the earthen pit. That should be treated as a Special Attack because of the heavy consumption of stats. Grid would tell you to keep using it...

I hold the holy sword in my hand, remembering my loud partner.

"It's been an effective pre-emptive attack"

"Ha-ha-ha, you know what? Miriam, can I take care of the hobgoblins back there?

"Yes, this much I can do!

"Good reply"

She looks happy to be praised by Aaron and looks over at the demons that are trying to surround us and attack us.

Then Miriam turned to me and made me nod without saying a word.

I guess that means I can do it. That was the face of a samurai, without a doubt.

If you look at me like that, I can only snort too.

"We have to hurry. Faith."

"... ok"

Goblin Sherman's magic is weakening, but he's still alive. That was also clear from the fact that my present condition continues.

Me and Aaron jumped into the big hole as we heard the battle start behind us.

The fall continued into the darkness, gradually seeing the ground.

There was a thin, red glow. I was wary of ambushes at the same time as landing, but that wasn't at all.

"What the hell is this place..."

"From what I've seen, it looks like some kind of ruin. The floor at your feet is glowing regularly."

"Somehow, it's similar to Gallia's technology in the military zone."

"Hmm, indeed."

I never thought such a place would sleep beneath the woods of Hobgob.

He doesn't even know Aaron, who knows his old capital. With the slightest light from the floor, we don't see it all the way to the whole picture. But this feels quite spacious.

It reminds me of something like the great cavity that was beneath the green valley of Gallia. At that time, it was the place where the fossils of ancient extinct demons slept. So with Roxy, he fought the Degrader Angel, or he got the Demonic Crystal, a rare mineral. It doesn't matter now, such as those memories.

But it's still here... Aaron comes to me with an answer before I say it.

"Why is the ruin of Gallia in a place like this!?

"If you're Ellis, you might know... because I'm not in King's Capital right now"

"Do we have to move on?"

"Yes."

Looking at the floor with care, the blood stains were falling off. It wasn't dry, it was new.

Aaron bent his knees and bent down, too, confirming.

"This would be an injury I sustained earlier. Look, we're headed to the entrance to the ruins."

He was right, to those whose blood pointed fingers, followed by potatoes. You must have lost a lot of blood when you lost your right hand, plus this amount of blood.

I may finally walk. They even saw traces of me dragging my leg.

"You seem pretty worn out. There's nothing more troublesome than a demon by the hand, Faith."

"Yeah, it's a demon who uses enough technique to manipulate his soul. Maybe there's something else you can do."

"Exactly."

We approach the ruins while we remain vigilant. The ruins, just like the floor, felt the walls glowing red, kind of creepy and rejecting anything to visit.

I can't feel any sign of Hobgoblin. It's just quiet.

From time to time, all I could hear was the sound of water droplets stained from the rock beds of the ceiling falling on the floor.

Even though the ruins are still alive with the light shining, there is no such thing as the livelihood here. We stepped into a place like that.

"Nothing... Does Faith Feel Signs?

"No, only one feels it"

It's about Goblin Sherman.

The magic is gradually weakening. Keep it up, let it go, it could kill you.

"In a deep state, you're going backwards like you want something. Don't bother."

"Maybe there's something I can do to heal my wounds."

It's a relic of Gallia. It's not strange that technology we don't know is asleep. But Aaron says, shaking his head.

"I don't know about that. There is no restorative magic in this world. Except for the fourth floor depths" Twilight Healing "that the Lord deals with and the automatic healing skills that certain demons heal themselves...... Why, you know?

"Only… I hear that God did not give man that power (skill)"

Aaron listens even more as he snorts at my exemplary answers.

"Um, so why didn't God give it to man?

"It's..."

I didn't know. He took my silence as a reply.

And continue the conversation in the aisle as we go along, making sure there are no traps.

"No one who lives now knows. I don't think this is the right thing to do, but in Noh's view..."

Aaron told me his theory while he prefaced it.

Physical attack skills, magic attack skills, and auxiliary skills that enhance their power exist in a thousand ways. Even if you say the attack is your biggest defense, if you take damage, you won't be able to fight.

A battle against an individual would end with a settlement on the spot. But what if it was a war between nations?

If restorative magic existed, wounded soldiers would easily get better and be able to return to battlefield. Rapidly speaking, it is the birth of a soldier who can continue to fight unless he dies.

It could be an endless and terrible war.

"Maybe in the days when Gallia flourished, he thinks restorative magic might have existed."

"No way......"

"How about Twilight Healing, which your Lord deals with? Isn't that a trick brought to you by Greed, a weapon from a long time ago? That black sword has nothing to do with Gallia..."

"That's not a good idea, but... Grid isn't the guy who talks a lot about himself."

"Either way. When Ellis returns, I need you to give me a chance to ask him about Gallia. I don't know anything. Non and the others are always behind me."

Could there have been a time when healing magic could have been handled... If that were true and it still was, my parents wouldn't have died either. Even Master Mason, Roxy's father, may not have died in the land of Gallia. I wish I could, but if my parents were still alive, what the hell would I have... what kind of life would I have lived?

Have you still woken up to the true power of bulimia skills? Or even the peasants who plow the fields to swallow? At least, I never met Master Roxy... I felt that way.

Aaron stopped his leg in a slightly damp passage. It had been abandoned for quite some time, and water had stained off the floor. Around it grew strange mosses, feeding on the red light emitted by the ruins.

If you think you've seen it somewhere, it was people-eating moss native to Gallia.

"Aaron, be careful with that moss. If you inhale too much spores, moss will sprout in your body"

"Again...... well. I thought you'd seen it before."

I tried to burn it down with flamebullet magic, but now I realize it's Roxy's body.

To such a failure, Aaron says with a smile.

"Can this place hold its breath and get through quickly"

"Yes."

A giant door appeared before us all at once. The thickness of the metal seemed so thick that it did not seem as frightening as it felt.

Aaron pulls the holy sword out of his sheath. And with the procedure of releasing the Grand Cross, we can magic the Holy Sword. This was a technique that kept the power of Arts in the Holy Sword and dramatically increased its power.

"Slash open that intrusive door. Faith is on guard when he walks inside."

At the same time that I set up the holy sword, Aaron opened the thick door as easily as if it were slashed in butter.

We went inside like we were jumping in... flashed.

"Why... why... something like this even here"

"This is terrible"

Same thing I saw at Raphal's research facility. Numerous pieces of cylindrical glass filled with red solution were arranged. Inside it was one naked person at a time, drifting in the solution.

There's at least twenty of us. Get close and confirm their lives and deaths...

"He's dead."

"But you're alive."

This red solution can continue to be preserved without spoiling the creature if the ingredients are the same as those used by Rafal. This was information elucidated by Reine after that incident.

And then I realized there was Aaron.

"Look at the faces of these people. All those who have been missing lately. It looks just like the sketch on the paperwork that came around."

It is a common story that merchants have long been attacked by goblins because they have to cross the forest of Hobgob on the road from the merchant's city to the king's capital.

But what I'm making a problem with now was that those who went missing there are preserved this way. What the hell are you doing... bringing people together so much?

"No way... there's no substitute for a pantry, is there?"

"Then there must be after dinner in this room until we get here. But your lord was as beautiful as I've seen"

Demons like to eat people. I don't know why, either.

Aaron didn't seem to know about it either.

"He has been educated since he was a child that demons are enemies against humans. It would be similar to any other Saint Knight. If you ask me, right. For example, if we put humans and livestock before demons, we invariably attack humans. I thought it was because humans are better... but this situation is conflicting."

"Yes, it's strange to keep the humans you get like this. Goblins should eat it on the spot."

Hungry demons strike like starving beasts when they find people, and it's a common story to eat them alive. Indeed, unlike regular goblins, Goblin Sherman has been trying to put Roxy on me by taking measures like a human being.

Because that's the way to fight. I can't believe you put people in this big glass bin and save it, it's not just using this place as a root castle. It's like you're intelligent enough to get to know the ruins.

Suddenly the room lit up at the same time as I watched people who were dying with a face like a bitter worm on an inept demon. I used the "Dark Vision" skill, and my eyes were dazzling light.

And I heard a squeaky voice from the back of the room.

"ningen...... jama...... sulna"

Me and Aaron stare at the voices.

"This is..."

"Unbelievable."

It was Goblin Sherman, who had lost his right arm and even his left eye crushed, who was uttering people's words. Like Rhine said, it's a gray body, bigger than a hobgoblin. Muscles look more hobgoblin because they are not good at melee combat. Instead, however, his hands and feet are long and he seems to be able to make a sensible move. I'm pretty sure it's because I let Bloody Termigan, the first floor of the greed I unleashed, do the trick.

He had one remaining hand, gripping the cane and unfolding the procedure. Because the eyes of the previous one are lit red, and I feel a hint of heterogeneous magic.

Perhaps you're continuing your technique to keep me and Roxy switched.

While surprised that the demon spoke the human language, he sets up the holy sword so that he can fight at any time.

The demon threatens us with a face filled with hatred. It was a reminder of man.