Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~

Eight months have passed as early as possible since I tried the labyrinth.

My salary went up, my boss replaced the Pope by Mr. Granhardt for some reason, and I'm still challenging the labyrinth.

"Now I feel like I can work hard" After my training, I was doing image training before the big one tomorrow while drinking Object X.

The men who boasted of an overwhelming amount of magic and used healing magic, listening to information dropped by Mr. Caterea by the Pope, and who, with a great sword and an overwhelming spear, ascended to the clergyman are tomorrow's opponents.

Fear is not so much because he has been slashed many times with a great sword. Fight some adventurers about spears again, and they're not that scared.

It hurts, but I can fix it right away, except for the steeple.

"But the findings are tough."

The only priesthood knights and holy knights who let me participate in training are the Maiden of War Saints, divided into four groups each, the remaining seven knights are dealt with in a way that feels like dealing with swelling.

This is due in large part to the previous three days of service.

The healing home in the Sacred Capital received a complaint and was under the direct authority of the Pope, so I was not allowed to take responsibility, but since then I have lost contact with Mr. Granhardt and Mr. Jordo because trying to meet me seems annoying.

Ms. Cattleya keeps the meal from Oba and the others in the dining room, so they haven't been harmed, either, but if you don't have a buddy who can say you don't look like a bully, you're not charismatic or strong in combat.

"In short, it means it stays hectic. But it's like ignoring is still bad quality because there are really assassinations and raids in this world.

I sighed heavily without hiding my anger.

To defeat the two, is it purification magic or area high heels? Are you okay with letting me near you in the first place? After such anxiety passed my head, I was immersed in training.

I noticed. If this labyrinth training ground, which is also damaged by hallucinations, dies, I thought that would hurt to death.

I see my body and it turns blue, and the words the Pope tells me are easy to imagine.

"Oh, it's Luciel. I'm sorry you're gonna die."

They say such words of resurrection with a true face or a smile. Can you admit that?

Painful, demeaning. If that happens, there will be no more place for the church than now.

According to Mr. Cattleya's information, it seems that the two groups of the Holy Knights and one of the cleric knights hate me.

After clearing the labyrinth, I'm pretty serious about trying my best for 100 friends.

Without being able to shake off this clutter, the day before the battle to decide my fate, I run through the labyrinth avoiding sleepless nights thanks to angel pillows to get some sleep.

"Good health, good weapons, good protective equipment, good magic bag, good magic grant, good image object x good.

Confirm as usual and drink up Object X. I was tempted to open a 40-story boss room.

"I knew it was dark." My brain stiffened to the demon I saw after that grunt.

The Great Sword, which would be nearly three meters long, a spear as long, fifty centimeters bigger than me with it to cross, appeared a yet Necromancer Knight King wearing a formidable armor. I was screaming when I saw it.

"That's my style puck."

So me and the Necromancer Knight King (tentatively), in chivalry? I'm going to take a ride.

For a long time from here, I keep fighting this Necromancer King (tentatively), but at this time I didn't even think about it at all and saw it.

When the Necromancer Knight King waves the Great Sword, he hears a loud wind-cut noise, and if he sticks out his spear, he puts out an unusual thrust with three or five series, not once. I'm sure you're doing that with no indirections or muscles.

I think there was such a cartoon. This Necromancer Knight King is really stronger than that. Then you smell strangely human.

If you use purifying magic, healing magic to inflict an attack, you will recover in black light and you will not die. And yet, if you do damage with a physical attack, you never recover. Even if this one uses healing magic.

"Ha-ha-ha, but if we stay like this, we're gonna be jilli poor. There's no time button, but it's tough... is that it? Time button, can you call this?

I arrange three barrels with object X in the corner of the room, and when I go outside of it, the Necromancer Knight King returns to the center and sets up.

"What kind of third-rate comedy is that? People would be too bad to bring a setting like this or the Pope"

I have decided to challenge the Necromancer King with all my might.

I'm not sure how much time has passed.

Half a year's meal, half a year's object x, the magic book I was getting in the labyrinth.

No matter which one was missing, I wouldn't have lived.

I didn't want to just give up, no matter how many times I was slashed in the arm, pierced through the leg, hurt to death, or shouted that I couldn't be gay.

[Holy healing hand, Mother Earth's breath, I wish to feed on magic, to be the breath of an angel, to restore him to the way he is, to the mystery of life. Extra heel.]

The left arm dropped on each shield by the Great Sword returns, and the finely blown leg is restored back to normal.

I forcibly take my sleep with an angel pillow and eat it desperately to make blood that I cannot magically return to.

Once I lost the temptation, I hung my extra heel on the Necromancer King.

The Necromancer Knight King sucked then. When it comes to games, it was like the boss who left HP1 triple the strength by pushing the limit.

Since then, I've only been forced to fight the positives. Because he's a healer… such sweetness didn't make sense to him. You will no longer have a shield when your shield is destroyed.

Currently, I continue to face the Necromancer King as my second master and as a wall to cross.

Believe me, if any damage passes, even demons of immortality will return to their magic.

Because that's all I can do, thinking back to what I learned from Instructor Brodo many times, remembering me for the hard work I've been doing since I came to this world, and for the mediocre I go step by step.

Undead but full of chivalry spirit, Master Wang, a noble Necromancer like the hero of the story, has no words, but will you feel my growth?

Flush the Great Sword with Lance and kick it with your magical left leg. I approach my torso with my attitude and long held spear stone spinning to get involved, but I know it's coming, and I spin my back into my empty back with a backfisting procedure.

It was a sight I had seen many times. It was a pain engraved on my body many times. Over and over again.

I felt nature and tears overflowing.

I don't know if it's because the master disappears from the world for the rest of his life, from the sense of accomplishment in defeating the master, or whether it's caused by the fact that he was able to grow greatly.

I stabbed a short spear at my master's neck that maximized his magic.

Lance let out the blue and white light and skipped the master's neck. The master's head flies and the master's body falls backwards.

At the next moment, the master could play, and besides the big demon stone and magic book, the great sword and the long spear, he stood with a one-handed sword and a short spear that he had just said had been built to suit me, the helmet that the master was equipped with, his hands on armor, his tibia, and a set of boots turned blue and white, not black, to shine.

I bowed my head to Master Necromancer Wang, who was a demon, and thanked him wholeheartedly.

"Master, thank you for taking the time to sit down.

Thus a long battle between me and my master finally revealed the doors and stairs that were headed downstairs.

"Ugh. Yeah, let it soak up a little sentimentality.

It didn't feel tight until the end, but I finally cleared the 40-story boss room. but I wonder why. The rear door won't open.

"Are you serious?

This is how I got trapped and went on to the labyrinth where I had to go first.