A few more days have passed, but no encounters have been made with the king of the underworld. He hasn't heard from any other hunter teams, and he's really starting to wonder if he's still in this hierarchy.
But Chairman Bear's explanation says the transfer team has a special placement of protective owners with eyes that spot camouflage and cover-up abilities, and even magic and protective powers can't deceive those eyes.
According to Chairman Bear's opinion, the King of the Underworld is most likely to have been turned into a person and moved using a transfer formation. There is no precedent for entering the dungeon without going through the transfer formation.
I can't wait to fight the King of the Underworld, but my anxiety doesn't heal. I can see that the more time passes, the more anxiety increases.
Hulumi also has a rugged expression every time he follows the day. Apparently, we got to some kind of answer, not some vague idea like mine.
Late at night, next to me standing bluntly by the side of a loaded hog car, it was Hulumi who gently lowered his back.
"Hackon, can I have a word?"
"Welcome"
A voice that is not always quiet and has no emotional ups and downs. Maybe you want to talk about that.
"Since then, I've been exploring the thoughts of the King of the Underworld... this is just speculation and I'm still in the middle of an idea. So I'll just tell Hackon, who's got a big mouth."
I just can't tell people that my mouth is strong, but I'm glad you trusted me.
"What we're going to talk about now is our anticipation of the worst development. Hear me out. First, I thought about assuming the king of the underworld deliberately missed Ramis. Why do you do that? That's to let the others know that I'm here."
I can't help but talk about overlapping assumptions because there's no certainty.
"Then what will the people who found out about it do? Considering the visibility of the enemy, as a hunter's association, it's going to be a crusade, as it is now.
That is actually the case, so there is no disagreement on that point.
"That's where the hunters get together in the lament hierarchy of the deceased, and what's in it for trying to crusade themselves. What I can think of is a pervert who enjoys showing off his powers. It's quick to talk about this, but I assume it's not there. So... what if crusading yourself is the end of it?
No matter what they say, it's not like my dm theory is correct. Though it is also believed that he is seeking a powerful rival to be his opponent because he made a statement that he wanted a hero to be.
"Perhaps the descent of the hero who told Ramis is just a haunt"
I'm glad I didn't speak the language. I almost embarrassed you.
"Is it different that you want to be killed... I wanted you to form a crusade. I wanted to gather hunters with power into this hierarchy. How about that?
Gather the powerful into this hierarchy. Eh, but collect it and what do we do? Does that mean you want to sweep away the leading hunters?
"So, that's what I'm after... honestly, I don't know. There's a trap set up, and it's reasonable to kill a powerful hunter together, but I can't think of a reason why the King of the Underworld would do that. The home of the Demon King's Army and this place are too far apart. If we are to dispose of those who stand in their way in the war against them, we should do something about the Empire and the defensive cities first."
Surely there was a kingdom ruled by the demon king at the northernmost end, and to the south was a defensive city, within the imperial territory? This dungeon is located to the south of it.
Right, I don't see the point in getting your hands on a dungeon with defensive cities and empires under attack.
"So I mean, I don't know. I'm also concerned about the variations in each hierarchy. I can't tell you how confusing it is to talk like this to everyone. I'm sorry to hear that, but let me go with a futile story with no answers."
"Welcome"
I wanted to tell you not to worry, but I can't speak the language I deserve. Drink some warm milk tea and relax.
"Oh, no. I'll take it."
I wrapped the can with both hands, staring at the slow-drinking Hulumi, rebelling against her words.
Unlike the usual cloudy weather patterns, the sky is red and black this morning.
It must be a morning burn, but it has a disgusting color, like punching cloudy blood on the verge of drying.
"Hmm, there's something wrong with the magic flow."
Early in the morning, my grandfather and grandmother are narrowing their eyes and looking up at the sky.
"Really, Grandpa?"
"Mm-hmm. The magic in the atmosphere is increasing and it's rough. This is going to be a mess."
Grandpa pointed out to the unusual aerial patterns. There is also talk of Hulumi yesterday. You've got too many flags. Something's going to happen today, for better or worse.
My hunch like that... without meddling, I had a light next morning.
Again, the sky is red and black today. Yesterday I spent the night without any enemies showing up and I am sure that there is a strangeness going on, but I have no idea what it is.
And today, I received a long-awaited report from us that was disgusting, as if a fiber had caught between our teeth. A line of hunters exploring another location contacted the king of the underworld.
We were in a relatively close proximity, and we headed as fast as we could to where they were.
Has it been an hour or so? As I approached the designated location a short distance away, I could hear it from afar to anger and a sword trident and some sort of bursting sound.
"Looks like we're already in battle, Hoxy. What's the situation?"
"There is one King-like individual in the underworld. Bone Demons, Flamehead Demons, Dead Demons, and their superior species-like individuals add up to... 100?"
In the eyes of the gardener, who puts his hand on his forehead and looks far away, he seems to have a clear view of the battlefield. It just seems like a horizon to me.
How many enemies are around a hundred? Normally, it's an unusual number, but the elderly are settling down.
"Hunter side is about twenty, right? So far, the king of the underworld seems to be a sight of heights, and he hasn't put any hand in battle. There are no visible injuries on the hunter's side and he seems to be in a push."
"Okay. Then we turn and assault the back of the opponent. The other hunters should rendezvous soon. I'm gonna screw you down at once."
Everyone nods in favor of Chairman Bear's instructions.
Pinch enemies from front to back. It's a basic strategy, but it would be most effective if we had all our strengths and numbers. In the past, if even the number of war objects you read is advantageous, it is most effective to pay attention to the opponent's measures and defeat them with a positive attack method, rather than using odd tactics. I think it said something like that.
A few more minutes passed and we turned to the back of the opponent, a long-range attack by Grandpa and the gardener...... no more, this is what you can call shelling. We go in with a level of magic and arrow rain.
A dozen bodies were lightly shredded just for a towing purpose attack. I don't have anything more to say to the high level of combat between these two.
Nearly twenty demons, who were positioned to surround the king of the underworld, have noticed this presence and are running over.
"Grandpa, Hoxie. Don't let that happen."
"Oh, okay. Wow. If you like. Yes."
My grandmother is lowering her posture with her hands on the scepter as she moves from the carrier onto the back of the diseased Unas.
The gaze of Ramisu, Captain Keri Oil and Gatekeepers is focused on his grandmother, who is walking side by side without getting on the carrier. I was wondering if I would miss that moment of swordsmanship.
He says it's the back of a fiercely shaky Unas, gradually clogged in distance from his opponent, but he's still looking forward with his planting wand in place without being shaken down.
And that distance approached a few meters, at which time the residual light of silver ran innumerable at the same time as the rubbing sound of sheathing.
A hog truck runs amongst the demons that have become bars. I almost got fit, but I realized when I saw that all the demons didn't even move with Pickle.
When there is a sound of a blade being delivered to the scaffold, the demon, cleaved from the brain to the bottom and divided into two pieces, rolls into the earth.
"Cross-cutting is troublesome when you have a lot of numbers, so give me a break"
Is it at least a sustenance for your mutilated demons that your grandmother is holding her head together?
I've seen that strength over and over again, so I'm slightly surprised to see myself accepting it as a matter of course.
Whatever you think, it's not between swords. They say the enemy was split up by a move to fly a sword attack. It's a world with magic and protection, so I decided to abandon my thoughts and understand that it must be something like that.
I've seen it in comics and cartoons, and it's common in games, yeah, that's the thing.
Even though we've buried nearly fifty enemies since this one joined the war, it doesn't look like the number of enemies is decreasing. Looks like demons are gushing from the ground from next to next.
"Load hog cars and Hulumi wait here. Hoxy, Simelai wants you in charge of the cover attack from here on out."
"I'll take care of it"
"Suppose I kick your ass properly."
Reliable answers are returned to Chairman Bear's instructions.
"Carios, Golls wants to ask for an escort for a loaded hog car just in case. Can we go?"
"If it's to protect, there's no one out to our right. Hey, Golls."
"I don't think these two need escorts, but I got it."
If the two of you are good at defense, you can buy time even if your superior opponent shows up, and if two attacks with firepower are added in between, this will be an iron wall fort. I can leave Hulumi in peace.
"Rummis, do it right. Stay as close as you can to the king of the underworld. There are mountains of fierce men this time, there's absolutely no need to force them. I asked for Hackon."
"Yeah, I'll do my best!
"Welcome"
Unlike last time, there's no need for us to be able to do it at all, because we have too many dependable people and awesome hunters.
"The rest storm together. The goal is to defeat the King of the Underworld, but don't be impotent. While there are more of us. Buying time will make it easier to take him down."
Chairman Bear was right, it was understandable at first sight that other hunters were also quite skilled. He is hardly injured while handling his enemies at risk. Miscellaneous fish opponents feel like they can afford to keep fighting for hours.
"Then let's show our strength."
Lifting the corner of his mouth, Chairman Bear grins, the avant-garde rep is caught and laughs niggly.
It feels more evil than a powerful grin, but let's not go in there. You're going to storm with this face, or the demon seems pitiful enough.
Still, I can afford it because the king of the underworld hasn't moved. If that thing moves, the war will change all at once.
The silver skeleton on the four arms at the end of my gaze is creepy and I can't help but watch the war in silence.