I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Four hours after I left for the dungeon. The golem carriage that was heading north was trying to reach near the border mountains pretty quickly than I thought. The speed of running is slow, but any terrain keeps running tirelessly, so I didn't need a break or anything along the way.

Fran, who woke up from his slumber about an hour ago, also looked out of his front and looked up at the approaching Boundary Mountains to raise his admiration. I wish I could have slept more, but apparently I had shallow sleep because of all the excitement. Still seems to be recovering enough fatigue, so it was worth the sleep.

"Ooh, come on"

'That's seriously expensive...... The top is invisible in the clouds. "

Maybe it's higher than Everest? I don't know the exact altitude because I can't really grasp the feeling of size when I get here anymore.

The mountains of such height were a sweeping word as the mountain ranges.

Besides, unlike normal mountains, the hem barely extends. From a distance, it looks like a giant wall that cuts vertically. It also looked like a rocky waterfall, running down the clouds from the sky towards the ground.

If you look closer, you'll see that the slope is just tight. Still, I was sure it was closer to a cliff than a normal mountain.

"You're almost there. Master Chiara, how are you feeling?

"It's all right now. I drank potion, too. And you were quick."

"Mm-hmm."

"I guess that's because they've been talking"

As Meir says, Chiara and Fran have been talking ever since they woke up. Well, it wasn't what the old man and the kid talk about, like how to understand combat and how to use Flash Hua Xun Thunder.

He had a killer conversation about fighting warcraft and warriors that Chiara had defeated in the past, and how to use intimidation to efficiently break their hearts. I was an idiot when I expected my grandmother and grandson to talk.

It's just that you did a great job. Flash Hua Xun Thunder still seemed to have a way to go. Just as Fran understood the Black Thunder Invitation as natural, Chiara was able to use the Black Thunder Rotation without anyone telling her. It was still thought that Fran's inability to use it was a difference in combat experience.

I tried to imitate to myself that it was "usable," but it didn't become usable.

"Hard"

"Oh, my God, we've reached that area that year. If you don't fail to train, you'll soon be able to use it."

"Mm-hmm. Good luck."

The content is slaughter, but Fran seems to enjoy it. They still have a special conversation with their peers.

"Lady."

"What's up? What happened? What happened?

Quina, who was in your seat, speaks to Meir. It sounded like a normal voice to me, but Meir seemed to have conveyed the tension contained in that voice. Immediately developed a battle posture and asked back to Quina.

It's an anomaly.

Hearing the words, Meir and Fran take their necks out of your seats.

"Give me that."

"... hey, what happened...?

Quina is pointing forward, but I can't help but be surprised by Meir. There were massive amounts of Warcraft debris scattered across the carriage. That's what hundreds of unbroken corpses of warcraft are scattered over a wide area.

"Is that the Dungeon Warcraft? But this way of being defeated..."

Yes, it's an anomaly.

As Quina put it, the Warcraft was unusually murdered. All the Warcraft were crushed by Peppan, as if they had been crushed from above.

Small miscellaneous fish, exterior warcraft resembling dragons that seemed mighty no matter how they looked, and evil men, were all equally pressed to the ground and crushed. And extensively. Looking over the wilderness, it seems that all the neighborhoods are in the same situation.

Get off the carriage and check the perimeter. The only anomaly was not the remains of the Warcraft.

"The earth is too flat"

"Mmm."

As Meir put it, one side of the perimeter was flat as if the ground around it had been even with a road roller. Even compared to the streets, this one would be overwhelmingly flatter. Comparison is also at an impressive level.

When I looked around, I was able to discover just the flat part and the normal wilderness boundaries. That looks exactly like a boundary. The wilderness where the stones are stuck and present is suddenly interrupted, and suddenly steps are more than a metre deep.

What can I say? If we push a huge box of iron, about 100 meters across, onto the earth with tremendous force, this kind of sight could be created.

Walking further around, I could see a number of similar steps. Apparently, the existence that created this sight did so many compressions (tentative) in an iron box as earlier. By the number and quality of warcraft you squash in doing so, you are probably subtly changing the force application and subtraction. The depth of each step was subtly different. Therefore, places where steps and steps overlap, etc. look like stairs.

I was wondering if there were any usable materials or demon stones, and I looked pretty seriously, but there was no decent stuff left. The material is so crushed that it is unlikely to be reusable no matter how, and the demon stones are shattered together.

Slowly lift the carcass, which I think was a big lizard warcraft, with a mindfulness. Then he was in a state of shears. Scales that should be hard are mostly crushed and scattered, and there are cracks in the remaining scales as well.

And it came to pass, when Fran slapped the earth with a cone, that it was pressed together, and it was like a stone. Even me and Fran can do the same thing if it's narrower range. But how much power can we use to compress a wide range at once?

"Who the hell did this...?

"Don't you even know Meir?

"Oh, I don't think it's an ordinary move. Quina, do you have any idea?

"You don't."

"Master Chiara! Don't you have a master?

"Yes."

Neither Meir nor Quina seemed to know, but Chiara seems to have an idea. That's right, you've only been alive a long time. Meir is surprised, too.

"Yeah? Do you have any idea who did this?

"Oh, just one, I know"