Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

"This baka!"

――――― I didn't know.

All arrows are played by the long sword.

"If you do this, call me! Call me!"

A red-haired boy appears.

A boy with a neutral look, dressed in a petite, light leather jacket, and a disproportionate long sword in his hand.

It is a sword that has caught the eye since renovation. Originally, it was a sturdy and long straight sword, but when impacted, the repair marks on the blade glowed like blood vessels.

For some reason, Shuna's sword skills also rise accordingly. The reason is unknown.

"Shna, in a good place"

Good timing.

A little far away, the bell is walking.

"When I tried to go to lunch, I thought it was because I was making a noise. Then I would do it.

"Yeah, I'll do that next time."

"And what is that?"

Shuna points to the pot.

"It's the Demon King Golmreith"

"Eh ... a hot pot?"

"No, it's a demon king. It's the second form!"

"What is it?"

Don't worry.

Bell walked like a walk. I go between us and the pot.

Cho.

"Bell dangerous! Back! Back!"

Listening to my voice vaguely. The pot shook behind and countless tentacles struck her.

"Prevent"

The uneasiness of her being skewered is hindered by words.

It's magic I've seen several times.

Dome-shaped light wraps the pot. Surprisingly, the pot swings its tentacles and rampages.

The barrier is strong and easily catches tentacle attacks.

Is this a solid magic? And it happened immediately. What is the person in the bell?

"Laualuna's husband, this lovely red-haired boy?"

Frey looks at Shuna with a smiley face. When Shna noticed it, with her cheeks blushing a bit and Frey looked away in a hurry.

Um.

I saw the moment when people fell in love.

No, not right now.

"Frey, let the golem stand up."

Frey returns to sane with Lana's voice.

"No, La Nyaung-au. My magic is perfect. Your roots have broken my legs."

We're back to the ponkotsu.

"I know from the Hohens era that I'm not good at granting life,"

"Do you grow only in your chest? Does your magical arm grow?"

"Rather, my chest is smaller than before. The magical arm is up!"

"Is that so? Not both decreased?"

Yes, don't fight.

I'm in trouble with an abandoned golem.

However, I have to leave it to these two people …………… That. But sure, what?

“Root?

She saw Golem's broken leg and came up with something.

At the same time, I probably had the same idea.

"Lana, can you leave it to us. Should I repair this golem's foot?"

"Yes, you have such power"

"is there"

The voice of me and Shuna is humming.

In the first place, his god is tree-planting. It should encourage not only delicious vegetables but also tree growth.

"Bell, how much defense do you have?"

"here we go"

The lack of communication with this guy must be resolved later.

"I want you to keep it as long as possible, please."

“……………”

No reply.

"I ask you Shuna. I will follow the chant."

It won't go like the Hohens you just saw, but it's worth it.

"I've only repaired trees in the garden when I was a kid."

"If you can't, think of another solution. If you fail, think when you fail.

"Well ... I'll do it."

Schna pierces the ground with a long sword and aligns his fingers to align his hands.

I joined in the same way.

"Ukazol, the King of the Trees. Shuna of Azorid will perform miracles on the god of the erected.

"The Tree King Ukazor. The Gentile Soya asks God for a miracle under a temporary contract.

Following the words of Shuna.

However, Shuna was jammed for a while.

"... Um, please. Please grow up, grow up! Please, please!"

Is that okay? !

Oh no. But magic is asking God to do miracles, so is it worst like this?

I keep simple prayer words.

"Let's grow! Let's grow! Please! Thank you!"

Me and Shuna call out to the golem, leaving the women's eyes cold.

It's like training a black company. What do you think?

"Boooooooooooo"

The prayer has arrived.

The golem's feet are being repaired by a miracle like ukazole. New roots are tangled, thick and fat, but that's not all. The trees of the whole golem grow fresh, young leaves grow, and fruit trees bear fruit.

The steppe king rises.

A pose where the bicep is made with both hands, wearing both feet.

"Wow!"

The golem intimidates the pot and barks.

"Break"

According to Bell's voice, the light she created shattered.

"New!"

The pot also swells and swells to the same 18-meter size as the golem.

A black giant with a pot on his head.

After all, he is imitating. I didn't do anything to Makina because he was harmless.

"Lars! Head! The metal part is a weak point! Decide with one blow!"

I ordered and saw it.

Is this the game?

"Boooooooooo"

Lars's reply.

Tree growth is still ongoing. No, it's growing too much. Only his right arm was more than doubled.

"No way"

The tree of the right arm that has grown explodes.

Lars was not stretching his right arm. I was making weapons.

"What is this?-La Nyanyan?"

Frey can't hide her surprise.

"I do not know"

Lana doesn't know well either.

Although it is wooden, it has a round tsuba, is warped, and has a slender single-edged design. In other words, it is very similar to a Japanese sword.

If this is the power of Ukazol, his homeland will be greatly limited.

"New"

The pot tries to make a sword in the same way.

That is his weakness. To look and imitate, you are one step behind in the battle.

The wind growls and the sword is raised. Large upper stance with two hands.

The so-called current style.

His distance is still close to 40 meters.

Lars swung down, no matter what the sword range.

(To be discussed later,

The destruction at this time was also observed in Lemuria, and I was interviewed by the king.)

Close your eyes in a gust.

Incredible sound and wind. Pebbles hit their ears and cheeks. Like the aftermath of the bombing. Even though it is confirmed thin, nothing can be seen with earth smoke. I hugged you because someone hit me. I can't breathe properly. He raised his poncho and covered his mouth to help breathing.

Hold down someone's body and stand low.

After a while,

The wind stops and tinnitus sounds.

His closed eyes felt light and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ooh"

Lars's slash was a shockwave that created a pot and a black giant in two. Behind it, along with the grassland.

Alright, let's all blame the brave.

Post-processing of such a scale, you will not be able to dive into the dungeon again.

"Soil in mouth"

Uh, Shna spit. He is paying his head soil.

Lana remains beautiful.

Frey who was a shield is covered with soil all over.

"in the way"

The bell in my arm removes me.

The previous bell had a cute reaction.

"I'm done."

Lazarissa returns and strikes Frey with Bassavassa to remove dirt. It's a wild hand. Lightly pathetic.

"The Demon King Gormreis was a strong enemy."

In my deep words,

"………I agree"

Lana answered with a pale blue face. I suppose he is lamenting the talent of the dishes that he created.

"Everybody. Well done. Thanks later, for now."

Frey stares at Lars.

"I'm sorry. Lars, walk up to good. Don't go where the red flowers are."

"Boooooooo"

The golem starts walking.

Lars says, "Yet? ] Sometimes looks back. "I'm not there yet," says Frey.

Roughly 100 meters away.

"Okay."

"Boooooooo"

Lars waves to Frey's voice.

Oh, why? I have a really bad feeling.

"Lauraluna, have you shot about once more?"

"Yes"

"Well then"

Wait a minute.

Shortly after I stopped, the end-flaming leader began to cast and cast magic.

"Drag Bain!

The two voices are a bit tired.

The fireball flew like volleyball and ignited Lars.

"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Ras burns with a long desperation.

But soon, he accepts all fate and becomes quiet.

Wearing both knees without a rampage, it is dignified and brilliant. Like a martyr. Like a samurai who is angry.

"Raaaaaaazuuuu!"

In response to my scream, Lars threw her thumb and burned down.

Only charcoal remained.

"... without burning anything"

Not much.

Not too much of the Hoens witch.

"Yeah? I can't take care of a golem. Maintenance costs aren't ridiculous, life isn't stable, and it's not for sale. If not

"………Is that so"

The end was a sad end.