Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 35? The Endless Labyrinth 56F

Hear reports from reconnaissance and meet.

I was actually going to retreat, but it looks like the 57F demon movie is only going to be a war of attrition with a lot of numbers.

Even if they come back again, they will consume time at 57F.

Then let's just destroy 57F and favor our next offense.

That's settled.

But there was nowhere next, 57 hierarchies. This was the end of our offensive, this labyrinth.

"Moomy LV57, it's a mummy with a lot of numbers but only power. It's late, and I'm gonna die soon."

"It's just not the number."

"Anyway, let's cut it down, there's no more Lispawn, so let's cut it."

"However, there is a" Yellow Springs Return "in your skills, so stop it with sacred magic or flames."

"" "" "Roger!

Only as many as you can tell, a war of attrition, a quick strike to annihilate and retreat.

The force is strong, but the movement is slow, you can defeat a few at once with a single blow, even there are just a lot of them.

Defeated enemies are purified with sacred magic and burned with flames.

It's an easy win, it's just a troublesome hierarchy, everyone thinks so, and at the end of the day, he knocked it down.

Kick it off without a pair, step on it, a few more to 58F, and it started when I thought so.

Soon the earth will shake and the dead will die, thinking that the purple light has shined.

Too many, but the exit was also denied to retreat. Then we have to run downstairs.

It's not safe down there, but whether you stay here or go upstairs into that herd of dead people, you're sure to be wiped out.

It's not an operation or a tactic. There's no escape down there anymore.

Now, I can't help regretting it, letting everyone go.

An army of mummies that keeps gushing indefinitely, an infinitely repeated interception, the sea plains of mummies as far as any of them can see.

The knife is broken, the arrow is exhausted, the magic is withered, the shield is shattered, the armor is broken, the spear is lost, there is not even the art of fighting, there is nothing left, no more.

At the earliest possible moment, he flees only to crawl without being able to stop the enemy or shake it off.

We are all hurting, our magic is dying, our equipment is destroyed, our medicine is running out, we are even running out of strength, we are even burning out of strength.

However, in order to escape, he drags his wounded companion, takes charge of his fallen companion, and flees in.

Exit to level 58 there, the stairs ahead, just one hope, it won't come true. It didn't come true.

There is a monstrous god, a monstrous statue without passage, a pharaoh with a nemez on it, a symbol of a king with the body of a lion king, a sacred being that breaks enemies, a monstrous god that protects even kings and gods. Sphinx.

I don't even think of defeating them or fighting them. That's not something that people can kill. There is no more escape route.

When Sphinx's eyes lit suspiciously, the decaying mummies moved out again. Yellow Springs return.

It's not even immortal, it doesn't even work with sacred magic, it returns yellow springs many times without knocking them down, burning them down, killing them.

Slash, pay, hit, burn, pierce, crush, poke, shoot, still, still get up one after the other, and strike again. Yellow Springs return several times.

Sphinx, the guardian of the temple, who will not let a single exit pass. A sacred being with the body of a lion and the face of a king, and a monster.

There are only a few who fall with one another and can move rather than fight anymore.

It's pinched. There is no way to win anymore. Let one get away, one or more, hope and pray for just that. And abandon yourself but open the way out. Trying to jump into the enemy formation, trying to cut in, trying to smash up a hit.....................

But it doesn't even come true.

Suddenly a knight in silver armor descends, scattering the dark winds of death and terror. Drop the neck of the worst warcraft, the fiercest incarnate Sphinx, with only one sword, and get here.

That is the one who cannot resist, something that is not even allowed to resist, more dangerous than death, even the devil kneels, the one who is not in this world, the emperor of the labyrinth, the one who unifies everything, the champion of the divine devil.

You can't beat anyone. No one can stop me. I'm not even allowed to tread on that shadow. But stop. Stand up for yourself, but stop. At the end of the day, I'll protect you all, even if you can only stop for a moment.

Such thoughts are not even tolerated, and without an instant the brilliance of silver stands on the front. Time stood still around the desolation of the slaughter, the flow of time frozen and stopped, even fate stopped. Only the silence of death is there.

Such a brutal blink that countless countless red lights cover the heavens over the wreckage of the Endless Sphinx, and if such a flame falls like heavy rain, instantly all lives are extinguished.

There was death everywhere. The use of the overwhelming pitch-black death of my pride.

So I laughed and squealed.

"Welcome home. We're all tired of waiting, aren't we?

Time moves. Heavy rainfall of red like a storm of beatings blows the rain of red light, and the hordes of demons that surrounded everyone are burned, scattered, and scattered as they burn.

An overwhelming slaughter, an overwhelming violence, an overwhelming tragedy, a cluster of meteors that prepared us to die in the woods, the heavy rains of red light we watched while tragedy struck us, the massacre of our despair.

"Right now? Target? No, it's late. How many days today? Like?"

With that said, a shadow appears like a black death. I, everyone, slaughter death in a waiting and burning manner.

"I'll kill you later, keep everyone down."

Saying so, when you take a step, its appearance leaps into a herd of demons, slaughters, tragically kills, exterminates, and crushes.

Brilliant silver and pitch-black darkness dance, run, dance, dance crazy, ecstatic. Death all around. Only death shall be scattered, and life shall be scattered.

Also, as usual.

Kill our despair.

Slaughter our pity.

Kill our tragedy.

Kill all the deaths that come to us.

Kill death without telling me whether or not.

"Ohisa? Are you? When is this? Like?"

Also, as usual.

He came home.

Welcome home, Yuki.

We're all tired of waiting, aren't we?