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

The demons that emerged from the new forty-one tiers were the undead hose, the undead wolf and the undead cat.

For convenience, a wolf shaped by a polar bone that just reads that, but wraps a red and purple aura around a drool and a melted body, raises a roar of ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Finally, he had two sharp fangs and sharp nails reminiscent of the Servel Tiger, kicked a wall, saw a triangle frightening, reminiscent of a GK coming out of a football cartoon, bone only in the upper body, cat certification because he had a cat body like a family.

Other grown raises, red eyed lighting Necromancer knights That was all.

Fighting a few first-sighted demons several times a hierarchy that expanded slightly more than a kilometre square on a reckoning basis, and having had no problems, I walk early and only proceed with caution to the trap.

There is no battle, open the chest and proceed. As I entered the forty tiers, I made up my mind to use my back moves to move on because the rest of my food was in trouble.

Yes, I walked in a barrel containing object X, wrapped around my body with a robe that Mr. Granhardt gave me.

The undead of the setting, which comes by the living, flee in reverse. The animal undead, it came out prominently. I'm just walking.

If I walked intuitively, Dr. Hao Luck led me to the crate and took me to the stairs.

That's how I'm currently enjoying my last supper in front of my 50-story boss room.

Boss, the barrel containing the object X, which was placed to block the door of the room, produces an awesome odor, so no demons come by either. I got my last sleep with an angel pillow, then drank the last object X, and everything ran out with food, object X.

"I did my best. If you can't do this, it means you couldn't be gay, so let's just give up. It's only depressing when I think I can hang words of resurrection on a pope who beat such a cheat master and locked me up on top of it and set me up as such a livestock."

I blurred like that and touched my hand in the boss room.

It was not a giddy and rusty sound, but a rough, goggling, goggling, goggling, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh and an unprecedented sound rang.

"Las Boss? Let's get you in the mood."

That's how the lights lit up as usual. And the boss who showed up in fifty layers and two was Wight.

But he said, "You're too big." Not normal wight, King? Lord? As big as that, the appearance of good in the fantasy world appeared before my eyes a body as heavy as an oak.

More than that, a man's face appeared on the robe covering his body, on his fingers and ears, everywhere.

"Disgusting.

Fifty tier bosses were a collection of undead that Wight absorbed some of the undead.

I was the first must-win, pushed forward with physical enhancement, activated area high heels as usual... but a problem arose.

The boss's shaken hand flew towards me.

I can move even if I activate the magic, but I wasn't expecting the range to be that wide, they flew me big.

"I was stunned. It was salvation to jump to the side and relieve the shock.

But the troublesome thing goes on, I don't know if it was caused by the beating, but several faces splashed from the boss's own beaten arm, one that couldn't stand the shock.

"Pope, haven't you been forced to accelerate your gay?

The splashed face produces the Reyce, the Necromancer with red eyes lit.

I'm so glad Reis' dark magic didn't work, chanting purifications, stiffening him up and slashing the Necromancer knight.

But enemies are not newborn enemies. As I said, Big Wight had just unleashed a great deal of magic on me.

I had seen the magic. Yes, that black glowing magic that was used on ten levels, just plundered, with severe pain.

Oh shit, but I activated the magic left by my master with the chant discard.

"Sanctuary Circle" The next moment, a magic formation broke out around me and the light rose from where it was.

I was feeling the awesomeness of the Sanctuary Circle while I drank the luxury magic potion I had managed to recover from the near-depletion MP I had taken so slowly.

Let it extinguish the moment it touches the magic of that huge black light, and if the undead touches it, it will melt.

"Cheat Magic" consumed 100 magic for that price, and this time it sucked 1.5 times more magic with chant discards. And the magic of this cheat ends in a minute.

After entering the labyrinth for a little while, I bought the potion while I was able to proceed to Mr. Cattleya with extra P.

Honestly, I didn't need it. Until now, I didn't need to use it, and the battle with my master, because the restorative magic was with a break pinched.

But not this time. I would have died if I didn't have the advice then.

I drink MP potion and get slashed by the undead and hang purifying magic on Boswight.

There are more enemies, spinning chants.

[Holy healing hand, Mother Earth's breath, I hope is a sanctuary circle that feeds on my magic and uses the likeness of light wings to angels, the shield of purification, to create and feed all evil things, unclean things, scorching sanctuaries.

Thus drinks the MP potion, knocking down demons coming out of Wight with swords and spears.

Wight, which was so big because of it, gradually gets smaller.

And I'm spinning a chant to do an experiment, forming magic on the outside.

Yes, when I first came to church, I couldn't do it, it was a remote magic team chant, not on my side, but within my reach, where I specified, an experiment using my skills to create a magic team and use magic remotely.

Waitlord? I used Sanctuary Circle.

In the magic book of the Sanctuary Circle, the magic of hope that extinguishes dark magic to burn demons, immortals, both inside and outside the contiguity, that God has created, that preserves all that is holy.

At the time the demon was in there, wouldn't it have been better to do the surgery or something? I thought it was a secret, but burning the inside and outside of the junction, that wording bothered me, white-load the sanctuary circle? was specified under and activated.

At that moment, Wight gave up the demon.

The blue and white flames burn that body of Wight. At this moment, I was confused and I had no idea what that meant.

Is it because I'm hallucinating, from the blue and white flames, my face, which was covering Wight, melted rapidly, and at the end of the day only Wight, no, an old man's cleric with a sacred aura laughed at me and murmured something at me here in a story that made me think I was a living person.

The groaning Lord vanished. I got goosebumps all over my body and threw up as much as I wanted.

It was such a terrible setup. What if all the demons I've killed were clerics like that old man? Looks like that's what they asked me, what a livestock and what a shitty setup to drive me here at the end of the day.

I look at what remains after waiting for my mood and magic to recover, suspicious of the Pope's nerves that set this livestock specification.

"Speaking of which, you didn't drop a demon stone this time, like Reis. What's left is this awesome magic stone, magic book and wand? You had a cane.

Once the purification was hung, the magic book said contraindicated magic when the wand and demon stone were placed in a magic bag to get the magic book.

"... could this be"

The contents were what I expected. The effect, the chanting, and why it's contraindicated magic were all described.

I got into a magic bag, worried about whether I should report this to the Pope.

"Is that it? The stairs to the basement that always come out don't show up. Maybe."

Doesn't the magic formation of the return appear in the middle of a setting that seems to be a game? I'll see what I can think of, but nothing.

On the contrary, even the door on the way home had disappeared.

"Stuffed. You want me to go on a fast to get rid of my troubles?

It was already mentally limiting. I sat up on the spot and fell straight back.

And I decided to put out the angel's pillow and go to bed unfaithful.

I hadn't noticed, but at this time the big door that gradually released the mystical aura but made me feel tender was coming up off the ground without sound.

The moment I woke up, I saw the door, and I pranked when I was little, and I ran into it, and I said, "You can't do anything wrong," and I scolded lightly, and I remembered my mother, who picked me up at dinner time.