Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

A tremendously large space with a high ceiling like a bell. A sarcophagus like a sacred chest is lined, on which the adventurer's benefits are dedicated.

There were countless sarcophagus. They are lined up as far as the eye can see. One hundred or two hundred, no one thousand, ten thousand or more.

Find enemies and women far away in sight.

Take off your shoes and go behind your back while hiding behind the sarcophagus.

Wipe the blood and fat of the sword with a poncho. The blade is spilled and the condition is not good. Grasp the right hand sword again, take out the carambit and hold it in your left hand.

The last stuff. Don't fumble, don't be impatient, but move quickly.

"Mr. Sawyer. I will make an appointment. "

A message from the snow breeze is displayed on the glasses.

"I told the party where I was. Wait for the fight. It is dangerous"

As you approach, your heart beeps.

One corner of the grave, a rounded space.

One thing that came to my mind was the operating room.

Newly torn robes and underwear, jewelry and canes are rolling. Other broken tools and vintage equipment are scattered. Blood stains on the floor.

I saw Lana's white skin.

Her body rests on a bed that looks naked and resembles a delivery table. Both arms and both legs are extended.

It seemed to be asleep.

A calm face like a good dream.

He doesn't even notice that there is a horrible Lola beside his head.

It has medicine, magic, and the means to take away human resistance.

Lola is staring at Lana's body with her dark eyes. Long nails crawl on the skin.

The toe touches the protrusion.

Oh, and a small leaking voice.

The biting back teeth made a noise like gravel.

Still.

Bear it.

You can move to a complete blind spot in a little while.

Decide with one blow.

You have to decide this with a single blow. What never escapes?

My father's intuition was correct.

A monster who has been deceiving adventurers for thirty years, no, is unaware of my existence.

Diagonally left behind. Moved there.

A little more, just a little more.

Ah,

When.

I saw a half-open sarcophagus.

I found it.

It is a half-length elf. She was shaken and played, was thin and dry, and was squeezed.

Visualize Lana's future and jump out of the shadows with passion and destruction.

Low, low to the limit, and fast. With one blow.

kill.

Blood splatters greatly.

A red splash falls on Lana's cheek.

"Gugu,"

Lola's claw arm turned around and pierced my left shoulder.

I messed up the stuffing.

At the very end it lacked vividness. I failed to kill the sign. But this is fine.

"You"

Dare, get out. Let the nail bite into the meat to the root. My loud screams and shouts.

Insert the Karambit blade into Lora's arm and dig into it. The claw-shaped blade does not come off easily. Sealed each other's arm. I sealed off my escape.

"I know the person who is following you"

The empty nail is shaken.

When caught with a sword, the claws break into the blade halfway.

"A terrifyingly strong adventurer. If you don't follow you, you'll have glory. You're heading here."

Lora barks, scattering stench.

I shook my head and hit my head.

Swung by a rampaging body. Lana collides with the bed and falls on the floor. No injuries. Fight Lora with peace of mind.

each other. The biggest hand of secrecy is closed. Weapons are far from deadly. Mud preparation is also enormous.

The sword broke.

Shake anyway. Hit with the handle and cut the lola with the broken blade.

My nails chop my body. Sharp claws. However, if you kill the speed closely, there is not enough power to cut off your limbs and body.

I just need to prevent attacks that die instantly. I'll give you as much blood and meat.

They are still here. Just earning time is my win. No, at worst, if Lana saves, it's a big win.

But.

The feeling of something sticking in the belly.

A tentacle like a tail extends from Lora's body and pierces my belly. Furious drowsiness attacks the body. Weakness and flickering vision. A sweet invitation to go to paradise if you lose your strength.

Bite your lips.

Even that pain is far.

Still.

Remove the pen type syringe from the opened mini pot. It hits drugs with needleless pressure. Press the switch against your neck.

"Tsu"

Room temperature liquid flows into the hot body. My body temperature went mad and my body shook.

It is a powerful drug.

Temporarily numbs pain, eliminates fatigue and increases concentration. If you use it regularly, you will be a crap. It has been prepared as an emergency measure in case of serious injury.

The heart sounds even louder, but the creepy pain and fatigue disappear.

wake.

The approaching claws were slowly visible.

My head awakens but my body cannot move properly. What I could do was pierce my nails with my right shoulder.

Pain is far.

Insert the broken sword and go through.

I shout.

Lora's body is lighter than expected. Slam into a nearby sarcophagus. However, some kind of floating energy swings me around.

A brutal brawl develops.

Sometimes the consciousness is interrupted by the impact of hitting the head. From the shoulder of the wound, it is endlessly blood flow.

Lola.

You want to survive.

I am different.

That's fine if you can kill you.

That's fine if you can help her. I don't need anything else.

So you lose.

Rolls on the floor with Lola. There was a broken sword blade beside me. Hold it with your mouth and pierce Lora's neck.

Hot, strong, hug and squeeze the blade.

Screams that paralyze the eardrum.

like this,

This,

Ah,

It was cut off.

Your body has reached its limits. Now I realize that it is my blood that wets my body. Inspired, but the link between will and body broke.

Does not move.

My body doesn't move anyway.

The effect of the drug was lost. For simple reasons. He must have run out of blood.

The blade cuts Lora's neck shallowly, and is far from lethal.

So far.

I do not think sorry.

I think I did well.

I'm sorry.

Look down.

The faces of friends who have met in different worlds come to mind. Everyday was fun, sweet encounters and warmth, but not long, but adventures.

The night when I swing my sword to honor my friend.

The morning when they are near waking.

The night when I met the little god.

Far away days like illusions. It's like a lantern (Fantazmagoria).

That's my adventure.

Lora violently pulls her nail from my right shoulder.

About last. I stare at him and die.

Open the lookout.

"Is one last good?"

The nail is swung up.

"I can't hurt you like this. It's not a big deal."

The fallen nail pierced the forehead.

Dull sound resounds in bones.

A sword was growing from Lora's chest.

Just the position of the heart. Mercilessly from behind.

"I finally found it."

Dad pulls out the sword. Lola's cry sounded pathetic.

The returning blade cuts off from Lola's shoulder.

"Hey, this isn't it."

Dad pierces Lola.

Stab it over and over again.

"This isn't it!"

A long time ago, the spooky monster is destroyed.

I had a glimpse of long-term thoughts.

I felt the pure anger of the boy.

Point it at the sword and carcass. Slam. Eventually, a bloody long sword broke with the owner's power.

After a little surprise, Dad returned.

Return to the adventurer's father's face.

I could see my friends approaching from a distance.

"Soya, well done. Sincerely thank you."

"I'm sorry, my father. Please do the rest."

Let go of the last minute consciousness.

Only the god knows if I can live and leave the dungeon with this wound.

Oh, but there is a sense of accomplishment. Die comfortably.