Manowa

◎ In the Batroy Workshop in the City of Gordios

"Wow, the inside of the workshop is so big!?

The sound of the wind entering the Batroy workshop circled his eyes and said so.

"It doesn't look the same, but the size is enlarged, but it doesn't change the size of the door or anything."

"Hmm. I've never seen a place just close to me become a dungeon, but this is a lot of fun"

That's what the bow flowers and jinlai behind the wind sounds talked about, and Yucconeer and Shippu, positioned before and after the party, also looked around uncommonly.

"This is dungeonization."

The wind is a surprise face, looking around.

Inside the dungeoned Batroy workshop, the width of the front, rear, left, and right passages was enlarged, and both demons were large enough for combat. Doors, windows, etc. remained the same size as before, even though the size of the aisle had changed the most.

I understand the wind sounds that the dungeons have been the same before, but I was still going to be dazzled by the sight I've been used to seeing being in a chig-hugging state.

"This dungeon is still built. The shape has barely changed. Or maybe it's not even hierarchical. '

That's what King Carla says on the head of the wind noise. Until earlier, when he was rampaged along with his wife, Eliza, in Warehouse Street, he was now being re-summoned and used to check the status of the Batroy Workshop.

"So if we move on, we can get to the core in no time?

'Likely... but be careful. Something's coming.'

"There's a vibration. But the smell is thin, and Mr. Mondry's smell is subtle? This."

Shortly after we figured out who the wind sounds were coming up, a metal doll stormed close to two metres from the end of the aisle.

"Uh, I knew it was mass produced."

It was the mass-produced golem soldiers that Mondry is now a keen producer. And in the body of the metal, they were also wrapped in a divine white aura.

"Are you protected by madness?

"That's a pain in the ass. Wind noise, connect me with information. Bowflower, I'll match your Titan Wave."

"Aye, Mr. Jinlai." "Yes, Master."

Wind sounds and bow flowers move instantly with Jinlai's buzz.

Wind sounds connect sensation to bowflower and jinlai with skill 'Information Collaboration', activating robbery skill 'Titan Wave' in front of mass-produced golem soldiers with bowflower approaching.

"Hmm. I'll keep it grand. Looks like you can't help it."

The mass-produced golem soldiers flutter before a simulated earthquake that rocks the space itself, destroying it by Jinlai, who stormed the same timing as a comma second in "information collaboration". The ensuing bow flowers also weaved "Titan Wave," while the mass production type, which instantly had twenty bodies when the battle began, was defeated.

"Ah. Mr. Mondry, you'll cry. This."

"It's inevitable."

That's what Jinlai answers to the whining of the wind sound after the battle. It's not a great deal of strength, but it's insane, so I can't help it.

"It's an emergency. And is something coming again?

When the wind sounded so mouthful and looked at the front, a mass-produced golem soldier came again from the left and right aisles.

"There's a little fifty of them. Were you building that much?

"It's still an experimental machine, and that's not true. I thought the numbers were a little too high."

"Didn't you increase it when you dungeoned it? Like the number of rooms and doors around you."

"Is that what it is? Hmm?"

The wind suddenly felt some movement and looked behind me.

"From this side, the Spark?

What was looming from behind was the Spark, a blacksmith-shaped golem. I saw it storming five bodies in line.

"That's the blacksmith's golem Jones made me build. When are we going to mass produce?

"Naturally, it's just the hell. Um, I'll do this one. I'll catch them all without breaking them."

That's what the wind said and stormed the Spark with Yucconeer, and Jinlai and Bowflower, plus Shippu and Mecha Cindy Cindy resume their attacks to drive out the mass-produced type.

Nevertheless, the enemy's ability to fight is not that great. It didn't take that long for the wind noises to finish knocking them down.

"Yes. End of story"

When the wind sounds so mouthful, the last Spark is entangled in the spider yarn put out in the skill 'Spiderweb' and rolled onto the floor, sucking it straight into a large expansion space, the ability of the skill 'True/Spatial Expansion'.

"No problem over here."

"You can't beat a prototype."

Jinlai and Bow Flowers also built mass-produced mountains of Golem soldiers' rubble. Neither the Spark nor the mass-produced Golem soldiers are highly capable of combat. All they can do to the wind sounds today is stop them.

"You have the sweetness of attitude control. To Mondrie, order from there."

With that said, the wind noise turns its gaze towards the end of the aisle.

"But maybe, but you're accomplishing the enemy's purpose, aren't you? This."

"Let's go. We don't seem to have much time left."

Both the wind and jinrai nod at the words of the bowflower and move on to the point of haste.

But the interior of the dungeon was wider than imagined, and it was not until thirty minutes had passed since they entered the workshop that the wind noises kicked through the golem soldiers and other obstructions to reach their destination.

And when the wind sounds opened the door between the seals, there stood King Carla, wearing a dragon-head mask.

◎ Between the sealing of the Batroy Workshop in the city of Gordios

"It's a big day for guests."

"It's hard not to be invited."

To Vulcan's words, that's how the wind sounded that was causing his whole body to coal with ash.

The group of traps set up this far was more than I could have imagined. Regardless of the mass-produced golem soldiers, countless powerful traps had wind noises in their eyes again and again.

The red-haired dragon-headed masked man standing at the center of that room, by contrast, was laughing.

"They go quite well with golem magic and dungeon masters. Looks like you've been able to trap and rub more than you can."

"Golem magic? You mean you read Grimoire?

The Vulcan snorts at the wind noise.

"Golem Magic Grimoire. It would be valuable, but I don't seem to need that much intelligence to understand. Thank you for preparing it for me."

"I made it for you. It's not like that."

Even in return for that wind sound, Vulcan just laughed sparingly. The wind continues to ask the Vulcan, whispering his eyebrows about it.

"So, I finally caught up with you more than that. I got all of your people."

"And someone named Lobos. You are no longer alone."

Vulcan shrugs his shoulders at the sound of the wind and Jinlai's words.

"Aren't you willing to surrender? Lochten, if you give me back my share of anger, I'm going to settle the spear. About half."

"That's scary. But I say no. I don't know anything about Lochten."

"Kazane. It's over now."

The wind also nodded at King Carla's words on his head.

Behind the Vulcan in front of him was a cocoon wrapped in a white glow of about five metres. Wavy fluctuations of magic emanated from inside that cocoon, and the wind still felt something tingly on Pi's skin.

"It looks like you can already do it. I guess I can always move it."

A bad feeling I was feeling from outside the workshop. 'Intuition' had already told me it was too late.

(I don't even respond to the living armor of my skills. And the golem maker... can't operate it. Rock and navigation unresponsive?)

I will grasp the situation as the wind sounds look at the cocoon that Lochten would be inside. I had also hoped that if I approached him, I could get it back, but in conclusion, it seemed that Lochten was already out of control of the wind noise.

"Something. Lochten, it seems impossible to manipulate and retrieve it. It's gonna be a fight."

"Don't you have to"

"You have no choice. Prepare to scrap, too, wind noise."

The wind sounds sad on the declarations of the two destroyers. Yucconeer and Shippu lifted their forelegs and "nya," "hey," and a cat punch shadow made the wind sound heart even heavier. But if you put your hand in the fight, you're not the only one who dies.

And without worrying about the feeling of the wind sounds that cemented his sad resolve, the Balkans make declarations with their hands wide open.

"Well, good. You guys are in luck. You can worship Lord Elbaron's true appearance."

And it was in the eyes of the wind that part of the giant cocoon behind the Vulcan broke, and organic arms popped out of it in momentum.