Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 122, after noon, labyrinth 97F, lowest level.

I thought it was a labyrinth that was sensible, spicy and murderous, and if I thought it was malicious and extremely evil, it was a demonic labyrinth. Totally. Mr. Demon Says is a good boy, but he's a troubled devil, and the devil seems to be in trouble?

A room full of nasty bronze dolls, all of which are connected by invisible thin threads in communication. If you step in, the puppet trap will be manipulated by hand and hit in unison! Yeah, I cut it all off with demon yarn because I can see it, but the demon didn't seem to see the ultra-fine demon yarn, so you're in so much trouble?

And I look at the floor of a hierarchy covered in magic traps that boil and dry in an instant like trouble...... yeah, they're deactivated, you can't have a magic trap because it stays trapped and ringed? You should dig a hole or something, Scoop. You want me to lend it to you? Well, if I dig it, I'll bury it from the top?

I glanced back at him with an evil eye, and he looked away! What the fuck!?

Baphomet, the Labyrinth King of the Devil with the Head of the Goat, is one of the Christian Devils on the Iron Plate and the Devil with the Head of the Goat who conducts the Black Mass, because it refers to the pagan God for Christians, it can be Baphomet, whether Buddha or Head of the Buddha, but if it's a punch perm, it's Buddha or Yakuza shop, but because it's the Head of the Goat, is it Baphomet the Iron Plate?

It is said that she is famous for her bi-sexual appearance with the head of a black goat and black wings and has become a target of worship for the witches, but since she is a symbol of making up (framing up) she just wanted to hunt witches for popularity and power, I also feel that this one is a good god, but they both seem like demons?

The problem is with the arms, covering the arms from the elbows, but the hairy hands are rounded out, but the figure closely resembles the "Bafomet of Mendes" painting painted by the French magician Eliphas Levy in the nineteenth century.

The right arm, which points above the Bafomet of Mendes, which is also the most famous figure of Bafomet, says Coagula on the left arm, which points below it, although it stands for Coagula, which stands for the Latin alchemy, "Solve et," and is therefore widely applied to alchemy, which is not a narrow alchemy in the sense of "analyze and integrate" or "dismantle and integrate", even to alchemy in the broad sense of human knowledge and world transformation…

Harassment makes money if you poke your mind at it. Grind and inflame a pile of puppets with a large caliber demon bullet you've packed, yeah flame attribute scorching bullets. Well, don't tell me it's a HEAT bullet failure.

The ruptured and burning doll raised the flame and turned to ash. After all, I planted Automator, a communication doll that moves without thread. What a bad personality, you wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for me, would you? Goats that shoot in remnants of ammunition but pay lightly by hand, half yin and yang, but they're dripping, because they don't brag, right? I won't give it to you.

Step into the hierarchy and shoot in the shock waves with thunderbolts and flames. Bat-shaped communication, spears and tri-mochi pour from the ceiling. From the walls, dolls roll and bows are thrown off, and the floor is crawling into several places to see a tiger pinch... Seriously, bad character, I almost do what I think! Nearly everything but meshing and spraying into nets, baristas, lubricants, ceiling rockfalls and hives! That sucks.

The devil sees me, the goat's face slightly burns with a real face that's not acting.

How dare you deceive me at all with acting, turned into a legend with the acting power of shock at an elementary school arts club, and when I was in sixth grade, I thought acting would work for me with acting skills that made me battle the whole school so much that I was hallowed in and banned from appearing? So I laugh back too... hey, why are you turning a blind eye! You were right now! Hey, I didn't go blind with a serious vegan goat face!? For a moment "Meh! You were ringing" or something!

Goat-face sneaks magic out of your legs, but you can't let anything happen because I'm flushing it first, okay? Every time I walk, I often plant a lot of things. The shadow spear from the floor, "Yabuzuma", is the shadow sword I planted, I open my right hand and throw a flash of vision, but the dark magic I throw will disappear into the dark and disappear into the dark. Every time I go one step, I set it up and crush it back to the point where I go one step.

And the last step towards close range, meaningfully, opens the box of stones that was at the foot of the goat, and the stuttering toy of the "spring" setup pops up, and he's seriously stunned. (laughs)

No, because it was a boomerang popping trick in the alchemy process, and I sent it back with the alchemy, didn't I? You wouldn't be surprised if you were a modern guy out there because you know Boomerang stuff, would you? No, the Mochas were chasing around in surprise, but don't include that among the modern people, okay? Please.

Take a step forward. No evil eye, no curse, no trap activated. I'm the stuttering black goat trying to poke the void. I'm not gonna write to you, am I? But it's an unfortunate delivery.

And one step. At the moment when the black goat's arm is swung and the long four nails are swung only by the upper body, the four tentacles are cut off with four "tentacles" round gnegne "because the nails have flown in as I thought. The moment he opens the mouth of the goat in that gap and tries to blow out the dagger, the snake" Hud "and the lizard" Basi "pop out and force the mouth of the goat to close from the top and bottom, the goat barks in tears but is pierced by his dagger and his mouth doesn't open, and the chicken" Coca "flies an arrow through that tear.

A scream of bitterness. Black goats screaming and jumping away in agony, the legs of which have been chained, so they are slamming the back of their heads on the floor and stuffing them. Yeah, it's not Prometheus, but he's got about a chain, right? No, I was just prepping you to think you'd do it, right?

I'm gonna get up whirling the black flame, so I'm gonna oil you up, and I'm gonna roll around screaming, and I'm gonna get up in a hurry, no, if you don't want to get burned, you gotta get the flame out!? If you're burning, I'm gonna oil you up, okay?

But I thought you were an alchemist. The devil is looking at me with a resentful face, but "resentment" is haunting, so you can't puke.

I've been sneaking one hand on the floor all this time, alchemically interfering with weapons and chemicals I've been hiding indoors with alchemy, but it doesn't work and I can't seem to find it, but I'm frustrated... 'cause if it's falling, I'll pick it up? If it's falling, it's mine, right? I'll pick it up because it's mine the moment I get it off my hand, and if I don't let go of my hand, I'll pick it up with my hand, all right?

That's why I'm here. It's alchemy anyway, and what this guy's trying to do is odd. Unless you know the trick of alchemy and magic, you can't keep getting poked at your intentions and deal with it. Infinite traps, let alone even hard to fight decently even if you're being interfered with by alchemy to the floor...... yeah, alchemy and oddities know all about this stuff, right? Are you out of stories already?

One step further, shaking the goat's body hair and needles? Classic. Nah, cut off a thousand needles with 10,000 demon threads.

This place is already super close, between knives. I rush to scatter some kind of drug with one hand, but when I kick the prepared trimochi of the black goat that was falling on the floor, the drug burns and dissolves without leaving my hand. But fate is this way, wielding a sword made of darkness kept with the opposite hand, but it's a detour, too hasty, a wire cutter of a sneaky demon yarn eaten into his arm, cut to half, and the sword can turn black and disappear. Yeah, this is it all? Are you done? Are you properly desperate?

Turning to the tip of the wand, he panicked and moaned at the giant as he disfigured. That's clever, I remember the first demon bullet you fired... flowers coming out of your cane and you're stunned? I'm not giving it to you, am I?

One last step, cutting it off with one knife, staring into the goat's eyes. He's a demon of the LV100, so if he hadn't done anything about it, he could have fought properly... lost all hope properly, gave up everything and died in despair?

The entrance to the labyrinth here was accompanied by flowers. That's a flower offered to someone who came to this labyrinth to investigate. So it's a flower donation.

The Alliance is thoroughly investigating, manipulating and rigorous actions to ensure exit, safety and safety, and is rigorous in equipping to survive and escape with too much countervailing equipment and drugs. Yet I couldn't come back, I was put to an end to my life here.

A vicious demon that burned down a trick full of traps, but can't burn down even a huge amount of magic on just thirteen levels. Everything was a labyrinth to kill in a trap, so it was an easy win, right?

I make it like this. Information is life, stubbornly trapping him not to let him bring it back, leaving him missed and cutting off his exit while attacking him from behind. So it went straight ahead, disabling it all and smashing it with a force push.

I don't know how to set you up, I don't know how to fool you, I don't know what to do, I don't know why to attack you, it was as easy as I thought, okay? Yeah, I'm here to crush it all with my strength and kill it, because if they put such an intrusive labyrinth in my way, I can't even make you a grave, so I can break it all and crush it all and disappear without leaving one... Yeah, the guild has a goat, and I'll report that he died crying, and I hope he disappears without a name. This is too much for an adventurer's grave.

Just pick up the drop and the demon stone and collapse the labyrinth, destroy all the strut parts by time difference and before collapsing, go outside with the door "Gate" and tighten the door. There is nothing left, only the shaking of the earthquake and the ringing of the ground echo. Nothing's gone, it's all over.

Build a small grave and engrave the name I heard. And the five of us offer flowers and pray silently.

Beautiful voices and melodies spun out to sing gentle words, mercifully speaking "when" shimmering, for the hand is the ceremony of the soul of the Virgin's condolences. Praise with loving and gentle words to bid farewell, the Virgin dances farewell to its singing holy words, the soul dance to spare and bid farewell to the brave brave men who fought for the border.

Pray small and hand in hand. Yeah, I've only killed the labyrinth because I can't do anything for you, because this labyrinth trespasser is not me and he's the ones who put his life on the line, so that name will be engraved properly. Yeah, because I've killed you because I can't do anything, and I'm gonna kill you right when something comes out again? Yeah, good night.

Okay, let's go home. I've been a bummer since I got back on the border, and I think I'm gonna take my time with the orphans today, and I'm gonna teach you how to play with the orphan kicks, even with the whirlwind legs and the heels off? Oh, I need to see the guild bulletin board. - I have a report. Oh, the magic wand is also a human experiment, scattered in the guild, and we're going to be able to do about 50-60 more by the time we get home? Yeah, a lot to do.

After the small stone of the original.

Yeah, I have a lot to do, and I still have a lot to do... Yeah, like making bras? They have a lot of them!? Yeah, I'm sure they're busy this evening. There must still be a lot to do, a lot to do... well, the bra has been decided? Is it, uh, a gymnasium today - or is it going to make a scene? And you're gonna find out...