Ohanabatake no Maousama

"Now let's hurry up here."

Realizing that the dialog had slipped completely, Kuders suddenly said that when he coughed. Then, instead of waiting for a reply, start walking quickly to the exit.

"Why do you hurry?" Asked the moral question from behind, Kudels replied without turning around.

"If you know Fidusia, you are about to cast a strategic class of magic at this place. If you are here, you will be blown out of the dungeon with the flaming magic that she is good at "I can say that quickly!"

The ridiculous confession was overseen by morals and the screams of Bellator. No matter how much they are gods, it's not enough to eat the magic that the four devils, the four pillars of the west, devoted themselves to the magic. It won't die, but it may be necessary to fall asleep every few years.

No, I have no time to be surprised. Because ... earlier than they shouted, the sound began to squeeze something sharply from the ceiling. It was the moment when the moral looked up looking for the source of the sound.

"Hey, the ceiling is falling !!" "Suspended ceiling! What a classic trap !!" Beratall made a number of ice pillars and stopped the falling ceiling. But it must be working so hard. The ice made by Belator began to squeal and scream.

"Well, it's a long time. It seems that this dungeon itself has a strange force field. My magic isn't working well." "Haha, indeed, Mr. Fidussia. What the basics! If you're joking! "

As Kudels and Belator were arguing as usual, the morals ignoring them and ran to the exit of the room. But ...

"Hey, the door doesn't open!" The heavy decorated door for the boss room doesn't open at all, even if you push or pull it, it just makes a rattling sound. Apparently it is locked.

"Haha, I guess that Fidusia couldn't help you calmly escape. Apparently you resurrected the dungeon traps and rearranged them. Maybe the transfer magic has also been sealed?"

"What the hell !? Hey, if you're settled down!" Bertall grabs Kudels's chest and tightens, screaming.

"I'll get in the way. I'll chop it." Meanwhile, morals try to hit the water magic on the door.

"Uh, lie! Magic barrier !?" In response to her magic, the pattern on the door surface glows. The morale's blade of water splashed on the surface of the wall and scattered around.

"That's awkward!" The floor and ceiling made of stone are cut into pieces like butter. Perhaps a small house would be cut in half if hit directly. Fortunately, the blade of water that bounces off the morale is blocked by the ice wall made by Belator.

"What's this !? This door ... I'm protected by ridiculous magic!" Although the door was severely damaged, it wasn't just a matter of withstanding the magic of the morals of the first-class god. .

"It looks like we're collecting more of the rubble from the wall that we just melted and using it to reinforce the door. If you use magic to destroy it, the dungeon will collapse and become alive."

Bellator quickly calculates the identity of the barrier and its strength, muttering such words while tongue. The identity of the strong door was an unprecedented development, called further recycling. At the same time, Belator knocked his fist into the weaker part of the door, but the door, made of metal, was lightly dented and did not seem to open at all.

"Slightly Kudels! If you were expecting this, you've done something!"

Moral looks back on Kudels with hope, but perhaps he shrugs with Hyoi.

"Well, I never thought she would come out straight away. No plan. I thought she would only come out to the level of Fidusia's aide at best. Hey!"

With such words, Kuders kicks the door in response to Bertall's blow. As expected, the half dragon and the half dragon and the half dragon and the god could not endure the strength of the two people, or a screaming and heavy sound and the door shook and fell over the passage.

But that is the moment. A trap set behind the door responded and something flew with a humming noise.

-Poison arrow. Perhaps the moment the door was opened, it was triggered by light or something and activated. It is a really sly trap, aimed at the moment when the door opens and feels relieved.

However, when Hun and Belator stepped forward, snorting, they shook their arms with paws and knocked them down at random. The mucus attached to the tip of the arrow makes a nasty noise on the floor.

"This stupid brother. Then, don't provoke the other party without meaning. Think a little more! ...... Thanks for the extra work! Thanks!" "That's no use." "Don't say like human resources! This brain flower garden!

The moment I got out of the hallway, I heard a clicking sound from the floor. You can see that the floor at Veratall's feet is slightly dented.

"Oh, this is probably bad." "Hey, what's next !!"

At the same time as the moral shouted, the sound resounded from the ceiling and the ceiling, and the sand and grains fell. At the same time, cracks begin to run on the floor.

"This is that. It's a trap that this floor is going to collapse." "If you're giving a long explanation! Run!"