Kuishinbo Elf

Fluffy, Danan, who was freaking out in the rear, screamed when he started spinning his head too fluffy.

"Wow! Zo, zombies! Lots of that too!

"I'm busy right now, so I need you to go home"

"Can you do that? No!

Damn, when this shit's busy. Please extinguish the unreadable zombie of the air beyond the light.

As if to mock Danan's desperate offensive magic, my Shining Ball purifies the zombies.

If the boulders break into these guys right now, they won't be able to deal with the black dog. That's so fast, I can easily imagine being caught up right away even if I ran away.

If so, we have no tomorrow unless we settle here.

Or is the way these zombies came the way we came here? The trap of being blocked from exiting in the first place.

"Mr. Ertina, I'm dazzled?

"Hey, which is better if you're dazzled or if you're mushy?

"Because it's dazzling"

"Oh, the light's full, then."

I'm not going to hear Danan complain, more zombies than that. It's too much. What the hell is this number of fucking moods? I obviously have to feel human malice.

"I'll take care of your wok!

If this happens, I'm just a glowing object. If you want to interrupt magic now, it will be instantly delivered into the belly of a zombie. Therefore, the strong enemy black dog is a round throw at Al's old men.

"Again, you're using weird magic. It's extremely effective. It's probably hard to penetrate."

Al's old teacher looked at my "Shining Ball" and gave me a look I didn't know if I was impressed or frightened.

"Oh, it's awesome, El. Come here and glow."

"It's hard to walk on your own because you're blind."

Liot was dealing with a zombie breaking in through the entrance where Al's old teachers came out. Let's just say it's a good decision because the black dog opponent doesn't have a good minute.

Now you and Dr. Al's old man and Mr. Yadkari, Linda can focus on the black dog, but she remains anxious about Linda's health.

No matter how substandard your abilities are, you're a child at best. You can't be physically hostile.

"Linda, is it time to be tough?

"Phew... not yet!

Strong but tough things are obvious. Her breathing sounds tell that.

"All right, that's the intention! We're gonna settle this!

"Yes!"

Al's old teacher put a smidge in the two of them and went into a magical chant. Settlement is close.

◆ ◆ ◆ Edward ◆ ◆ ◆

"Right here?

"Yes, like that."

I led my classmates to the hall where Eltina and the others entered.

The temple, decayed by the course of time, feels like something is about to emerge. It will be beaten and applied for liver testing.

Although nowadays, the presence of chilling liver without jokes seems to roam.

"Your Highness Edward, the entrance is a mussel. There's no reaction around either. Do you want to enter?

Rick, the Lizardman, returned alone scouting the interior of the front door. Sometimes it was a waste of time, and I told everyone that I would go according to the maneuvers I had worked out while walking.

"Everybody, we're going in better than this! Everybody move as you're told!

"Whoa!" he said with a tempered voice, echoing in the darkness of the night. No one was afraid.

In advance, we divide ourselves into [entry groups] and [standby groups] moving outside in standby situations.

Of course I'm an entry team. Later members will be militants like Rick on Guns Rock.

We need to hold onto the reins so that we don't lose any momentum and destroy the hall.

The example threesome led by Mafti preceded the museum by saying it would move independently.

I'm worried if it's just the mufties, but if it's got Gordon and Bruton on it, it'll be fine.

"Then we go in. Each of you should make your own safety a top priority and be careful never to act unscrupulous! Okay, let's go in!

We set up our weapons and set foot in the creepy hall.

◆ ◆ ◆ Mafty ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆

"Damn, it's got to be a big worry, too."

The building could see remnants of fighting everywhere. Because of that, the monster that hit me was a zombie, when it was also small in number.

Some of them were agile types, but still must have been a slow move. Take it from me, it'll stop and look like it. It was the opponent to that extent.

"Kekeke, don't rot like that. Zombies are the only ones who can rot, okay? Hey, Bruton."

"... right"

Gordon had a relationship with the house, or it's been a relationship for a long time before he got his mind on it. This guy is a barbecue, not according to what he looks like, and he takes care of me a lot. I suppose you want to take care of your brother.

It should have been around three or four years since I met Bruton. I don't remember meeting for the price. Soon we started acting like the three of us.

"Mm-hmm? Mufty, I don't think there's any prey around here."

"That's right. Move."

I'm bored. My days are filled with boredom. It was [the eater] that was distracting me from such boredom, Ertina.

He's really weird. It also moves to practice that the results will be known, and in the end it rings "fuki-yun" and shombolizes.

It's funny how it looks, and that's why I feel so happy.

"I'm gonna wake up badly without him."

"Kekeke, you're such a favorite chick."

"... well"

I look for places where things can sound while walking. My long ears are very high performance. Even a slight sound can be picked up.

But most of the time there are only zombies where we get there. The difficulty of being too unresponsive for a rampage.

"You don't have enough."

Disgruntled blames my breasts for stinging. When I scratched my head with gassi, a mess crept into my hand. It's zombie rot.

"Yeah... I got it"

"Well, that's all I need to cut a zombie with a knife"

Gordon took out the water and washed away the rot on my hair. But I could never take it down to the smell.

"Fuck you."

"I don't know what else to do. Be patient."

I sighed and started walking. For this minute, I may not be able to remove the odor without taking good care of the knife.

It has been easy to think of that cumbersome task.

More than a dozen minutes to walk. Time is right, I don't know how. When I find the stairs to go down, I just go down.

While I was repeating that, I apparently went out to what seemed like the lowest level. Until now, the atmosphere is different. The drifting air is also heterogeneous.

"What is this place?

"Kekeke, don't tingle your skin. There's something here."

……

The three of us go down the aisle while we get more alert. It's a strange passage where the ceiling and floor are made of metal. Who the hell made all this weird stuff?

But this sight made me feel familiar. I've never walked down a aisle like this in my life. Then why did I feel I looked familiar?

Even as I question it, I drive it to the corner of my head. You can't even think about it, then I'll stop thinking about it. It's no big deal anyway.

We eventually discovered one door. Oddly enough, that door doesn't have a handle or anything on it.

I just moved on to find out more, and all of a sudden the door opens and I relax and fall.

Gordon, who was right behind me, stumbled on me and followed the same end road. As much as I'm cushioned, he does less damage. Damn.

"... you okay?

"Oh. Damn, what is this door?

Ask Bulton to give me a hand and get up. Gordon was already up and in the midst of examining the odd door.

This guy has no eyes for these magic instruments.

"Kekeke, this is amazing. The museum's a mess, but the basement's a hunk of the latest technology, right?

You know what I mean, Gordon?

"Not all of them. This is an automatic door that feels the magic of those closing in and opens."

"Heh... isn't that convenient"

But thinking about it, this place is crazy. Why do you only have decent facilities in the basement? It will be. I only have a bad feeling, but all we can do is move on.

"Ugh, what the hell?

Earlier, I thought the room smelled like a pile of corpses filled with joints. How dare you, well, I'm frightened so far.

The bodies were missing all parts of their bodies. It doesn't look like it was rotten and lost.

"That's terrible..."

Gordon groans when he sees a pile of corpses. I feel a tingle and blunt pain when I try to snort that I'm terrible too. I was never hit in the head.

"Ts..."

Manage to stop the teasing consciousness. One image came up on my head like that.

"What the hell... what?

The image that emerged is right here. The difference is that beings that were supposed to be dead are moving and attacking us. And someone's voice.

"Wow!? I'm up!

"Haha, heck. If you don't put up a gun and shoot me right away, they're gonna shoot you.

"Ah, they did it. I'm not saving it. '

'Whoa, this is already such a time. Stop playing video games and have dinner.'

What, who the hell is that? What the hell is a video game?!?

Shake your head and shake off your image. This body wasn't going to move.

What the hell was the image like now?

"Are you okay, Mafty? If you're not feeling well..."

Gordon looked into my face worried about me. I see a corpse moving behind me.

"Gordon! Bruton!

I screamed, that was enough. The two immediately move on to battle posture and destroy the bodies that have risen. I shook my knife with a headache, too.

Eventually, the bodies that were piled up will all be unspeakable. They won't be moving again.

I was relieved, and I sat on the spot. The blunt pain is getting worse just now.

"Are you all right? Did they hit you somewhere?

I shake my head to answer Gordon's question. Ouch, it's hard to speak out anymore.

"... mufty, drink this. Makes it a little easier."

What Bruton has been giving me for suffering from blunt pain was a water bottle. When the stopper was opened and drunk, the contents were mint water. The refreshing flavor calms the mind.

You must have also been fortunate to have sat down and rested, feeling a little blunt headache had subsided.

"... thank goodness"

"... right"

There doesn't seem to be a problem with talking. A large grain of sweat falls on my cheeks, accumulates in my jaw and drips.

"... you should join the others"

"That's right. Can you walk?"

Honestly, walking is tough. But I don't want to look unusual. I was just trying to stand up willingly, and I was carried by a bullton.

"Don't force it."

"Wa no..."

I feel safe with the warmth coming from my big back. It's like this used to happen. But who's the other guy? I can't remember.

I tried to fade away and stop thinking, but in the end it was futile.