Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

From the vertical hole, three horizontal holes stretch from south and east to west, but the deepest hole leading to the underground temple is the one stretching west.

The hole stretching east is about twenty long steps (skull, about 13 m) around to reach, about a deep indentation on the side, the hole stretching south is not connected to the underground temple and narrows from the way through and can no longer pass through humans and pokes at it.

Around the longitudinal hole, grass flowers, such as bamboo, dripping from the ground on rocky skin overlap and are covered in multiple ways. The slightly damp cold air flowing from the back mixes with the smell of blue leaves and dirt and is captured in a strange nostalgia, somewhere in the deep valley bottom of the mountain.

Packages unloaded under vertical holes, such as barrels with water and oil, dried meats and beans, and hard-baked bread, as well as cloths, ropes and wood, are collected in the centre and organized around segrows and other mercenary parties.

The Brektas Underground Temple Crusader is divided into two teams: the Crusader's main unit, which fights directly against Malefioa, and the Support Unit, which replenishes the main unit for rear security. The main unit adds Bastol to Ishl as a cargo handling husband to Rifia, Mira and Sharka, to Marya and Nina, and to the magicians and swordsmen of Dimars Benito.

And everything from the remaining face of the Crusaders, the bearded men and Romil, and Lucia to the maid of honor to the captain's frid, becomes a "support team”. Seguro's party, with the exception of Bastol, is also supposed to help with backward support.

Flid Randell, the magician of the court of the Kingdom of Ladis and leader in militancy, was in fact responsible for escorting Ishur, the main force in the Malefioa crusade, to the ground and, after entering the underground temple cave, consolidating the rear. After entering the underground temple cave, the formal commander of the Crusader Squad as royalty was Marya and the substantive commander was Ishur.

"Ishur."

After descending into the cave, Ishur and Rifia stopped by the edge and waited to avoid getting in the way of packing, but they were attached to the baggage, first Lucia followed Sharka and came before Ishur.

"What is it, Lucia?"

Lucia turns to support this time and only accompanies Mira on her way with her husband.

Neighbor Sharka was carrying a large hemp bag, a small wooden barrel, rope, horns and other large and small luggage on her back.

An amount that cannot be held very well by a concurrent person, but she is not human. Its main body is sturdy iron full body armor. As usual, Sharka had a faint look on her face with a muddy ocean.

"Thank you, Mira."

Lucia dropped her hips slightly against Ishl and bowed her head deeply. Behind her, a short distance away, this was also a maid with a large luggage carrying a mirror, Celia, who also bowed her head.

As for Lucia, she was to be turned around to the rear for reasons such as the fact that she should be narrowed in numbers in caves and underground temples, and that her swelling wind magic could not necessarily be said to be compatible with the demons appearing in the temple.

I can't go along with my husband. She asked Ishur to talk to me about Mira.

"Well, if I say Lucia. I'll be fine. Ishur, do not place an extra burden on me."

Mira entered from behind Ishur's standing side and scolded Lucia with a voice that seemed in a good mood.

"Of course. I'll take care of Mira."

"Thank you, Rifia!

As Ishur tried to answer Lucia with a gloomy face, Noctua's voice came over there.

Behind Lucia, next to Celia, now a maid with a refill, Nocta, had lined up, still pleading with Ishl.

"Oh, yeah..."

Celia and Nocta align themselves and put their hands together in front of their chests, no more, staring at Ishl with serious eyes.

They're both royal maids, not related to Mira or Refia. No, it still is.

Pressured by their sword screens, the unintentionally mouth-watering Ishl.

Next to it, Rifia comes forward from the other side of Mira.

"Noctua, don't worry. I will surely return. We will do everything in our power to ensure that there is no leakage, both to Ishur and to the royal family."

Refia answers with dignity and sincerity to even one maid.

"Yes! I believe in you, Rifia, and I will always be waiting for you."

Noctus floated a different color in his eyes than he had ever done before, and said, turning into a tranced face.

……

Ishur, no, all of us glanced at each other, silently smiling bitterly.

... Ha. That's Rifia. That's extremely popular with you.

In an attempt to get out of this troublesome situation, Ishur stays put and begins to fall back a little bit.

"Oops."

And that's where I was about to hit Benito.

"Oh, excuse me"

……

When Ishur apologized to Benito, he grinned a little troubled so that the bustle standing beside him could be attached.

Bastol, like Sharka, carries a large load behind him.

Somehow, no, there was no consultation whatsoever without Ishl's knowledge, and a cargo man, a haulier (porter), who would go to the deepest part of the underground temple, was decided to be followed by a crusader.

That was said by the desolate god himself, he was a bastolist.

"I can't help but plead with them. This time the royal family may be able to discuss Malefioa. And this is because of your presence."

Benito told Ishur's apology as he gestured unnecessarily with both hands.

"No......"

Ishur had turned his gaze toward Bastol without alarm, even as he returned a rather loving laugh to Benito.

I couldn't help but feel the power of something unnatural when, how and when Bastol, who didn't even have a decent magic fixture, was chosen as a porter.

Ishur, however, did not dare to pry into Bastol's appointment.

Strangely enough, Marya on the side she chose, as well as Rifia and Mira, put nothing, no questions, no grievances in her mouth.

"Phew."

Bastol had a modest and warm personality as to what exactly resembled his sister. As a member of a party, such as a bounty hunter, it would also be a generally preferred type.

For just a moment such a man has turned his gaze in vicious light towards Ishl. The corner of his mouth was distorted and pulled up, with a meaningful grin.

... you're right. So no more useless prying.

Ishur had Baltar. Yes, I felt like I had been talking.

"Well, I guess it's time to leave"

The signs of the desolate god disappear in the voice emanating from behind.

The Lord of Voices is Captain Frid Randell.

The bustle retreats back to the good looking face of the person. Ishur smiled like nothing had happened and moved on to the frid.

Next to the captain is Lilina from the residual group.

"... yeah. Bye, let's go."

Marya, standing beside Ishur, looked around and said in her usual flat tone.

A big shadow carrying a lot of luggage, leading the way.

Her listed pine lights up the darkness around her. Its swings of light crawl vertically and horizontally around the walls, violently.

The head of the crusade, which included support teams carrying a lot of luggage and became a long line, was surprisingly served by Sharka, the contractual spirit of Mira.

We do not know the area around the deepest part of the underground temple, the habitat of Malefioa. but otherwise the vast majority of the inside of the temple from the cave is an area where demons of the dark lineage are territorial.

While there are other spirits that can detect and defend the emergence of demons faster than humans, including the two spirits that Ishur is recalling, such as Vescortino, the contractual spirits of Marya, and Erlina, Nina's water elf, Sharka was chosen as the “wall” at the head of the crusade, possessed directly of powerful magic implements and constantly materialized as a human form.

Demons of some dark systems, such as evil spirits, have no entity and are not subjected to physical attacks. On the other hand, it is intolerant of magic and has no effective defense against magic attacks. But in the temple of the desolate god and its surrounding caves, demons of higher dark lineages, such as skeletal demons (skeletons), also surrender. These demons have resistance to magic, and they also launch physical attacks.

Sharka had full defense against both and never tired like a human as long as the supply of magic continued because she was a spirit.

By the way, Nell and Lucas, the Spirit of Ishur, kept an extensive eye on the figure before and after the hidden formation.

Sharka's next move was Rifia, followed by Mira.

The two have no pine lights, Mira has a slightly smaller Hulbert that she sometimes hands on, and Refia also constantly has one hand on a long sword that hangs on her hips.

Refia is a swordsman with powerful martial arts magic equipment, but not only the weapons in her hands, but also the protective equipment she wears, are strongly influenced by that magic. Her wielding sword carries the magic of hardening (strengthening), thus also having full effect on the Spirit of Darkness. The same goes for protective equipment, so the attack of the Dark Spirit does little to her. Refia is wearing a long clasp over her underwear.

Mira's specialty, Hulbert, was also generated by the magic of gold, so he has sufficient offensive power against evil spirits.

Originally a guiding role, the Seguros, who were to take the lead, fell backwards as the same cargo players as Bastol, with three members, Sharka, Refia and Mira, forming the leading group of crusaders.

This is followed by Ishur and Marya, Nina and Dimars Benito.

"Mmm."

The cave widens or narrows vertically and horizontally, but basically proceeds in columns one person at a time. Scaffolding is bad, and there are numerous places that prevent two or more people from walking side-by-side, even if there are roads.

"Mmm!

Marya prompts me from behind.

……

Ishur, who goes ahead, looked back in disgust.

The girl with the crushed eyes has her face over her head. The whole body of Mary looks swayed by the flames of Sharka.

"Yes, sir."

Ishur offered both hands to Marya.

There are scaffolding marks along the way, but it's certainly dangerous to get off at her height.

"Yeah."

Marya comes to herself.

"Huh!

"Become"

At that time, the tip of her wand shook horizontally small.

Suddenly, a fireball appears over Ishur's head. No chanting.

Fireballs smaller than a person's head rose towards the cave ceiling, hitting a creepy shadow crawling on the stone surface.

Shortly afterwards, large and small fireballs scattered, clashing against the stone wall and blowing around again. Visuals are dazzled by the violently moving, bright glow, and shocked to scratch around the cerebral cord.

The shadow of a black demon floating on the ceiling was shaped like a lizard.

... Is that the black lizard?

It's not a big demon. One small fireball of Marya completely disappeared.

But fire magic is highly irritating in the dark. I get hit in the eye. We have to be careful not to look directly at it. When I have to be confused, I delay dealing with this one.

Besides......

... Excuse me, sword.

... This is a dangerous sign, shield.

In Ishur's heart, Nell and Lucas speak.

I'm putting Nell in front of the line and Lucas in the rear and alerting him. The two of you will have missed the appearance of this degree of demon. No, “to this extent," so they couldn't sense?

... it's all dark around. Sometimes I don't catch any sign of them unless they actually start moving.

... Those are just small things that are good at hiding. I don't know if I need to be so concerned, but this is a cave near Baltar's underground temple. Some evil spirits may have a local advantage.

Nell is strong, Lucas is slightly weak. But both are persuasive in their frank opinions, and it's just no excuse.

"If it's about a black lizard, it's one shot."

Retracting Marya and unloading her downstairs, she has been good at telling Ishur.

Rifia, Mira, Nina and others around them also praise Marya by saying "That's fire magic" and how compatible it is with dark demons.

"... but"

Ishur shrugged towards the darkness so that no one could hear him.

"Out of the way, we may struggle."

If you go in the back, there will also be strong demons. If the situation delays Nell and the others in responding, there may be more battles between the encounters and more dangerous occasions. I'm not alarmed.

……

Ishur tightened his lips to one letter and turned into a tough face.

Eyes behind Nina as she reaches out her right hand for a moment as she tries to descend from the overhead rock. The shadow of Benito rises further behind the pine light.

I can't even see the bastle with that pine light.

The desolate god said he would help in his struggle against Malefioa, avoiding it in the eyes of the Lord God and asking him to "take him to the spot".

I mean, Baltar does nothing but fight Malefioa, and until then, he's unwilling to use his prominent power as a desolate god.

But this cave and underground temple is like his territory, home. It may be an effective hand to ask him to avoid a troublesome struggle with demons. Naturally, all demons of the dark lineage are under his control.

... as soon as possible, we have to create an opportunity to be alone somewhere.

"Thank you, Mr. Ischl"

Nina, who descended under the rock with Ishur's assistance, smiled.

"No... Marya is tired too. That was a good reaction."

Ishur nodded to Nina and spoke to Marya's back, who was talking to Mira and Rifia looking forward.

A good reaction, refers to the fact that Marya noticed the emergence of the black lizard as soon as possible.

"Yeah. Fire magic illuminates darkness. So fast to discover."

"I see. Something like that."

Ishur nodded again, looking back on the side.

Behind Benito trying to descend the rock following Nina, he saw a bastle lit by pine lights.

On the first day, the line travelled inside the cave until near sunset, aiming at the camp where the supply base would be located, commonly known as the "Pot of Fiore".

Since then, low-lying demons like black lizards have appeared several times but have not mattered, and the troops were trying to reach their first destination intact.

The "pot of Fiore" is about seven miles long (scar, about 10 km) from the cave pit and, as its name suggests, it is a large conical space with considerable accumulation of water during the rainy season, with a gap extending to the ground at the top, from which the outside light plunges into the interior during the day.

Naturally it is not that large a gap, and the exact position is not confirmed either from the ground or behind the forest.

However, because of the moderate size of the space and the brightest interior of the surrounding caves during the day, it was commonly used as a relay and resting place during exploration.

Inside the cave, small gaps with the ground are scattered everywhere, and the outside light shines everywhere. However, Fiore's kettle was not only shaped in the inner space, but spread evenly to the outer edge in a good light from above, illuminating the whole area without neighborhood.

The light of the sun had a great effect on leaving the dark system, especially the low-lying evil spirits, and the "pot of Fiore”, where the sunlight lit up through the daytime sinus, became a powerful source for entering the back of it.

It was when Sharka, who leads the line, tried to step into the rift in the stone wall that goes out into Fiore's pot.

Something rocked Ishur abruptly.

... the sword.

Nell's, slightly nervous voice echoes in his brain.

... appeared. It's Skeleton.

Nerlelanke went on to say.

... suddenly appeared out of the darkness in the corner of the cave and came out.

I'm a little surprised. I guess it felt unexpected.

"Sharka!"

Ishur spoke on Sharka's back and stopped her from attempting to attack.

At the same time, Mira, pass by the side of Refia early enough to get to the head.

A pot of water gods peering from the side of Sharka. One man in a black old hood stood in its centre, on a mossy rock, with soft outside light pouring down from the top.

The hem of the heavy cape covers the person's foot.

The sinus was filled with silence. There's a little butterfly dancing around the hood figure.

The distance from Ishur is more than twenty long steps (skull, about 13 m). But somehow, I could clearly see how it was going.

... enemies. Do you want to do it?

Nell's voice echoes in my heart.

"No, wait."

Ishur said quickly in his mouth, keeping his gaze fixed on the skeleton-like.

Fixed, … not. It was nailed.

Evil spirits, like undead, are you okay with the sun?

Or is that cloak preventing it?

It's a strange sight.

A wizard-like exterior demon that suddenly appeared behind an unpopular cave.

……

Ishur took a silent step forward.

Glimpses behind the hood, thin dirty jaw bones, exposed gums. That worked slightly.

Did you laugh? Did you laugh?

"Ishur, leave it to me."

From behind, I heard Rifia pushing him to death somewhat.

"That one's gonna use magic."

Refia leaves front from left. What a sword she pulled out of herself.

Refia seldom pulls out his sword without being so much of an enemy.

"Maybe that skeletal demon is the one who was once a court magician.... Here."

Lifia's whispering voice. The cloak's matching eyes moved to match it. A slightly shorter stick appears, gripped in the hands of a pointed bone. The head was fitted with blue gems, similar to Nina's magic equipment.

"Wind,..."

Ishur shrugged.

Beautiful standing. Formerly a wizard, Skeleton, no. Rich's magic equipment was a system of wind.

"Sharka!"

Mira screams in the back.

and the golden magic unfolded from Sharka. The magic of gold instantly becomes a fine, countless piece of iron.

When I first noticed, Lifia was gone.

A magical flash of martial arts ran through Fiore's pot. A mass of wind magic is unleashed on the rifhya that thrusts into the rich.

... early. I'm not losing her speed.

But wind balls don't work on rifia. A chunk of wind that touched her sword tip and broke into two pieces comes this way.

Shortly afterwards, Sharka's widened wall of fine iron pieces swayed. A mass of wind mists.

And there was no sound, Rich's neck slashed with every hood, and he fell towards the bottom of the cave.

Refia took up the magical stick of the undead with her lost neck. At the same time, the bottom bone collapses from the neck.

The touch made the sound of sand crumbling, and fine dust struck her footsteps.

... that wind magician, that was fast.

He could have been quite a handyman in his lifetime.

Ishur stared at the embedded stick of blue gemstone, looking up at Rifia.

A slight leak of sunlight from the top illuminates her brightly.

It felt very, very bright.

"... I was able to retrieve some windy magic equipment quickly."

As Rifia put her sword in her sheath, she turned to the Ishurs.

"Oh."

From the aftermath of Ishur and Sharka, the men of the squad continued to move into domed cavities.

"Yeah, yeah. You're gathering like a good bunch."

Marya nods in a good mood when she receives her magic equipment from Rifia.

The magic fixture of the wind system in her hands is the first magic fixture she has gained since entering the cave, but before that she has obtained from Basilia the magic fixture of fire and soil, the magic fixture of the wind (acceleration) of disease, the hiding place and the magic fixture of poison.

The magic equipment obtained is to be given to Lilina, or else directly to the captain's frid. The magic equipment of fire that Basilia had was now Lilina, but the soil was held by Frid himself. We both have no knowledge of the magic of the five systems, and we will only be able to use simple magic that can be activated without chanting, but of course, it's a big difference if it's still there.

Bastol was letting his sister's Basilian jewellery box get mixed up, Seguro and other party fire magic fixtures now held by Refia, but were to be secretly handed over to Lucia after this.

In the unlikely event that we were unable to return to the earth, we were not all anxious that there would be no one else with the magic of fire but Mary.

But I ran out of words that the rifia at the time was no problem. She is the only one in the Crusader Squad who can't use the magic of the Five Regions, but even though out of the system, the "Wushu Arrow” is a powerful magic tool that suppresses others, and its release of magic also exerts full power with regard to the demons of the Dark Regions.

The magic tools of the normal martial arts system, such as the magic tools of acceleration, cannot exert effective power against the demons of the dark lineage unless they are like releasing their magic against the outside.

Even exceptionally, Frid Randell was subtle about how effective an attack can be against evil spirits in the magic apparatus of Lilina and Lucia's martial arts lineage.

To that end, they were to possess other magic equipment on an ad hoc basis.

... Well, Nelly's accelerating bracelet that I have won't have any effective power over evil spirits either. Because "I can sense things moving fast, and I can move just as fast" is the basic magic tool.

"At this point, I think I'll be able to retrieve a lot of magic equipment..."

"Oh, come on, there's a wizard skeleton demon out there?

When Refia tried to say something modestly to Marya, Seguro shouted from behind.

"This is amazing, isn't it? But you've never seen a big guy like that show up here before. And in the daytime like this."

As Seguro unloaded the baggage he carried downstairs, he glanced and raised his surprise at Rifia's blue gemstoned stick, the magic fixture of the wind system.

……

When Ishur did, his gaze gathered with nature.

"Isn't that what Malefiore did? You can see I'm approaching."

The other day, when I came down to look at the entrance to the cave, there was a threat of its seemingly existence, or provocative movement.

Malefioa is originally the sister of the water god Fioa, the shard. It would be a demon of the water system in one way or another, but could it also control to some extent the evil spirits nesting in the underground temple?

Simply applying pressure from the back with its enormous magic may mean that evil spirits are pushed outward, towards the surface, etc.

... the person in the vortex on this matter, no, its presence is right there, so we'll be able to confirm it.

For a moment, Ishur glanced sideways at the bastle that stood behind Seguro. And soon, I shifted my gaze to the seglow in front of me.

"You don't have to worry. If I move deeper, the demons will follow me, maybe."

Seguro and the others do not accompany this cavity, from the pot of Fiore to the back.

"Hehe, I see. Maybe I am."

"I think it fits that well."

Seguro and Feldar come to talk to Ishl.

"This rather splendid magic fixture of the wind, and that courtroom demon mentor. Go back to Wang Du and find out who it was..."

Benito received the magic fixture from Marya and told her to whine with a complicated face.

……

A pot of fiore about the size of a castle or a hall of noble residence. Heavy air covers there.

"Master Benito. I'll take care of the magic of the wind."

Lilina smiled and offered to Benito.

From behind, Romir has turned his gaze to Ishl.

Its eyes prompt me.

When Ishur nodded and showed him small, he looked around and said.

"Then let's all get ready for camp sometime in the day"

A bonfire flame illuminates the rocks of the ceiling.

One line finishes preparing the camp in a pot of Fiore, finishes dinner, leaves watch and many are about to fall asleep. Men and women are divided left and right around barrels, crates and hemp bags, such as water, food, oil, etc., each of them lying down so that they are caught between rocks and rocks. Inside the cave it was colder than the ground, all sleeping wrapped in blankets.

Fiore's pot is a cave vertical hole that serves as an entrance to and exit from the earth and a relay and supply point between the underground temples. When the line killed Rich, who appeared to be the former royal court magician, he immediately entered the camp, setting up work as a relay site.

First, bonfires were set up on all sides, lanterns were placed everywhere to prevent the emergence of low-level evil spirits, plaques and cloths were covered in branching caves, rocks were piled up and blocked, and easy barriers were set up to obstruct demonic incursions.

At least a few people are bound to reside in Fiore's pot for the duration of the exploration. In the form of being hired by the Crusaders, the winners of Seguro's party and the three Feldar, Niceto, plus Lilina and the bearded, Romir and other royal squires, plus Lucia, Mira's maid, were to be replaced every other day while transporting supplies from the entrance to and exit from the vertical hole of the cave.

Since women also reside in the "pot”, dressing spaces surrounded by cloths and folding collisions were also installed. The same folding desk, round chair, etc. were also brought in, and the body was in order as a very simple command post.

... shield.

Some time after Romir and Feldar, all but the two watchdogs, fell asleep, there was a small call of Lucas in Ishur's ear.

... That human is up. Looks like I'll add something for you.

"Whoa."

As Ishur roared with a slight voice, he woke himself up slowly rubbing his eyes.

Lucas' "that person" means Bastol. Upon arrival at Fiore's pot, Ishur had long been eager for an opportunity to be alone with him. So I kept an eye on the Spirit of Gold. Nell, by the way, keeps the outside of the "kettle” largely, extensively alert.

Bastol walks toward the corner of the cave, fluttering and shaking his body in an irresistible foothold.

The manhood is determined to be the draped back of the stalactites behind the southern edge of the cave. Ishur followed Bastol's back by killing his breath, mindful of his footsteps.

The dripping sound of water. In the distance, just a slight sound of wind blowing through the cave. The sleep of the people around you.

Romir turns his gaze silently on the lookout.

"... Mmm."

Bastol's back was accidentally distorted and bent.

Space switches.

Sound keeps people and air away. Similar when the magic of acceleration is activated.

The warped back went back to normal and turned around.

"What's up? What can I do for you, kid?"

A low, creepy, ruthless voice echoed through the cave.

Its face, lit and shaken by the surrounding bonfires, does not belong to Bastol. The flames that dwell in your eyes do not belong to people.

"It's about Rich during the day."

Ishur put his temper all over his body and answered without cowardice.

Probably the same as talking to a hungry beast. If you get weak, you get drunk and eaten.

"Hmm? Oh, the end of that wizard"

The edge of its mouth pulls up just as badly as it will one day.

"What's wrong with that?"

"They say that demons of that level rarely show up around here. I don't know if that came out so far drawn because of me or because Malefiore is moving behind me."

Ishur's eyes narrow and he stares at the desolate god.

"So?"

Baltar slightly raises his jaw and looks down on the slope.

"No way, it wouldn't be your fault. All the evil spirits will be your family."

"No, it's not me. I'm not gonna do anything until I look like that monster."

"I don't know if I'm the cause, but there's going to be more demons ahead. Anyway, I want to avoid burdening my people."

Ishur continues to stare at the desolate god, becoming the color of his exploring eyes.

"What do you want to say"

Baltar's grin is heavily distorted.

"Shall I be clear? On the road, I would never help. Of course, I'm not willing to stand in your way. There's no point in doing that."

The desolate god took a breath there, staring again at Ishur's face.

"As I said earlier, I want you to take me to that monster. Instead, when you fight him, let me help you. Until then, I want to refrain from using blatant power as a desolate god.... you know why?

Baltar's eyes open.

"Don't make me say the same thing over and over again," the face says.

"... I know"

The idea of the desolate god is consistent. It's just that I don't want the Lord to know, I don't want to take the blame. Until you fight Malefiore.

Then the emergence of Rich isn't something this god is doing either.

"Though I think we will bury a large number of demons of the dark lineage that are about to appear. Is that all right with you?

"Oh. I don't mind."

Baltar nodded with a whispered face.

... The desolate god doesn't feel any itch about us killing a lot of his own family.

I really wish I could have kept the evil spirits away from the caves and underground temples and kept them as fatigued and depleted as possible until the showdown with Malefioa......

Not quite, it doesn't work that well.

"Phew."

Has Baltar read this mind? I've advised you to laugh lightly.

No, I've been threatening you.

"... that monster is empowering my evil spirits as well. Be careful."

God, who unites the demons, said like every other human resource (one).

... the sword. One, two. … and the annihilation of eight more bodies. Next, watch your step.

Nell's words fly into consciousness.

Ishur glanced at the deep, tucked abyss of the shadow between the rock and the rock.

... there.

"Aye."

Rising from the darkness, an indeterminate evil spirit.

Instantly smash the magic of the wind and wind it down.

Mira and Marya raise their voices of surprise at the wind blowing through the cave, "Ah," "Ha," etc.

"Whoa, they're coming. Since before."

Refia pulls out her sword. The magic of gold rises from the leading Sharka. A few flashing, heated diamond-shaped iron plates unfold forward.

In front of the Ishurs, the shadows at the top of the cave drooped into dozens of black lumps, spreading and attacking their wings like bats. It's a large group of lowly evil spirits. No sound. Vision stains darkness for a moment.

... Mmm.

Nell's roaring voice, the magic of the wind glows blue and covers the cave, moving forward at high speeds as it is. Bat shadows burst one after the other and disappear.

"Mmm!"

In the rear there is a small screaming voice of Benito. Behind the diagonal, it would be a dirt system downstairs, with a hard and sharp sound of magic cracking brilliant rocks. Have you crushed every rock and evil spirit?

... Luca, what do you say?

Ishur calls from his heart to the Spirit of Gold, who occupies the rear and protects his allies.

... It's okay, shield. All the caves, large and small, left and right, were covered. I think it'll be a little easier back there.

... All right.

Ishur lowered his head and nodded small as he did while checking his erratic foot circumference.

"You really are a spiritual person."

Watching Nell's magic wipe out a large group of evil spirits ahead, Refia raises her exclamation several times today.

Just a few moments after leaving Fiore's pot, countless demons began raiding the Ishurs in a row.

A demon as powerful as that rich one hasn't shown up yet, but if he does, he's got a lot of numbers. Plus he's in a row, and he's going to make a wave attack shortly after he breathes.

... This is totally unexpected though...

Ishur bit his lips and got a tough look.

In the morning, Ishur bid farewell to Lilina and Romir, Lucia and Seguro, who remain supportive, and set off further into the cave for the underground temple.

The members are Rifia on Ishl, Mira, Sharka, Nina on Marya and Bastol with luggage in Benito. A total of eight, including the Spirit Sharka.

All the wizards of the wind, fire, water, earth, gold, and five systems, all but Rifia and Bastol, and all but Ishur, are the elites of the magicians of the court, who have a covenant with the Spirit. Besides, Bastol, Rifia's fighting power doesn't diminish, even if he's an underground evil spirit opponent.

The crusaders have Ishl, whose difference in strength is historical, as opposed to the same unit in the historical royal family, which has no shade whatsoever.

... how was the previous expedition? What about when Lene? It couldn't have been this intense. If it's in the same eye, it's not weird to have a little bit of a record. No, isn't any unit wiped out all along the way?

"Come on."

Rifia climbed on the rock going forward and gazed into the back of the cave.

"Malefiore is still afraid."

Lifia groaned like she was talking to herself and turned to Ishur. And I laugh at it.

"Take you, Ishr."

"Is Malefioa in the deepest part of the underground temple? Then you're putting pressure on this side from behind and pushing the evil spirits away."

and Mira, right before the diagonal, has also looked back and joined the conversation.

Mira's words were exactly what Ishl had in mind.

... Well, it's something anyone can come up with.

"Yeah, you are"

Ishur nodded to Mira as she grinned hard.

"Ishur, be careful. Malefiore is waiting for you. There may be some big traps ahead of us."

Lifia comes down and says.

"Oh."

Ishur nodded again, this time with a tough face.

"Take care, Mr. Ischl"

When leaving “Fiore's Kettle," there was also a breakup scene inviting tears with Liphia, Mira's squire Lucia, Celia, and Noctua.

Romir also looked worried and called out to Ishur.

"Oh. Later. Don't let go of the fire at night. Stay close to the lights."

For them, who can do swordsmanship but can't use magic, the only means to fight evil spirits is fire, flames.

In addition to Seguro and the others' parties, excluding Bastol, Romir and his squire will also take turns packing and sleeping in the pot of Fiore. Fiore's pot, which is slight but also offers outside light, must burn numerous bonfires at night to stop the evil spirits from approaching.

"Yes, Mr. Ischl"

Romir smiles.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ischl. 'Cause we're gonna make it work."

Lilina from the side says this with an attractive smile as well.

……

A little farther away, Lucia also let Ishl snort.

... There are Lilina and Lucia who are not out there and have proven strength, so you won't have to worry about this one.

Without any worries of hindsight, Ishur also received a grand drop off of those who remained, and departed willingly, but the developments that followed were far beyond Ishur's expectations.

The cave increased its depth slightly as it repeatedly went up and down, and the darkness around it became deeper and heavier.

Deep darkness becomes the perfect hiding place for demons. Even with the detective power of the high spirits, they could not be discovered, and as a result of more missed, the Ishurs were also directly attacked and fought.

With all the lowly evil spirits, but as numerous demonic attacks continued, we rested and ate lunch with lanterns and pine lights standing around in a somewhat wider cave, where scaffolding was horizontal and stable, trying to prevent the demonic intrusion as much as possible.

Then, retreating from the demons gushing out as Yunxia, he also proceeded to the back of the cave in the afternoon, reaching what seemed to be part of the underground temple by the time it seemed to be the evening of that day.

Naturally, the first thing I had informed was Nell, who was alerting the front and making demons get rid of them.

"A little further, the cave is divided into two strands, but as soon as you go on the right, you'll be on the ruins of the Temple of the Arakami"

Nell said intentionally or in a clear voice so that others could hear him.

"Hmm."

"Ooh."

The pine lights listed by the forward Sharka and the rear bastol swayed in the same way, and together they raised their sentiments to each of them.

"Any sign of the demon? You got any big guys?

Ishur also speaks to Nell in his voice.

"Especially... We keep sweeping the trinkets."

"Um, keep it up, then. Pay particular attention to the area connected to the underground temple."

Not absolutely, but the boundary points where the terrain changes dramatically often have traps, which require attention.

"Yes."

... There's nothing wrong with the back. Nothing has happened that bothered me.

Lucas will report shortly after Nell responds.

Nell is positioned forward and Lucas is positioned rearward.

... All right.

Ishur answered Lucas in his heart, looking around and saying:

"Almost to the underground temple. Be careful, let's do our best."

As Ishur jumped down the steps in front of him, he reached out to Marya several times today, following him.

"Mmm."

"Thank you"

"No, that's about it. I'm fine."

Next to Marya, Nina, followed by Benito trying to help him get down, he has refused.

It is a pattern that has been repeated many times before.

"... hmm?

When Ishur grinned hard at Benito, he looked up over his head and followed a spark running on the rocky surface.

The magic of fire.

There was no movement from Marya, and I guess her fire elf, Bescortino, did something.

Looks like he crushed the evil spirit trying to come out of the back of the darkness like a mole slap with fire magic.

"Phew, … and"

As Benito descends the rock slightly, the bastle lasts in a light motion.

……

Ishur caught an eye only for a moment on Bastol's movements and immediately turned forward.

Bastol himself seems to have sword arms there, but he can't use any magic in particular.

Originally, it would be fine at the end of the line because he is the luggage holder of the hired person, but in this dangerous situation his strength is also dangerous.

But he hasn't said anything about it, and neither does Marya or Benito.

Don't they all see it as a problem simply because they are alerting the rear to the great spirit of gold, Lucas? No, it couldn't be, and it obviously seemed like the unknown power of the desolate god was working.

... Well, while Baltar is in possession, it's fine because no matter what happens, Bastol will die...

But how about just about nobody, not even Nell or Lucas, notice the Arakami?

Once again, Ishur glanced at Bastol's face, pretending to make sure he was safe at the rear.

Despite this situation, the cargo boy was walking behind Benito with nothing on his face.

The caves to which the Ishurs were going, even as they proceeded to the depths connecting to the underground temple, kept high enough for a person to walk upright and without difficulty, as well as horizontally.

Less than half an hour after Nerlelanke's report, a line went out into a corridor stretching south of the underground temple. Along the way, he proceeded through a thinner cave divided into two strands, and as he went down for a while, he hit a heavy stone aisle.

The caves that the Ishurs had advanced were interrupted in the form of a diagonal bump into the Temple Corridor.

The moment the leading Sharka stepped into the corridor, the flame of pine light in her hand rocked violently.

"Come on!"

At the same time, I heard Nell groaning, and a lump of pitch-black magic fell from the ceiling of the corridor stretching over Sharka's head, left and right.

... Oops.

Ishur raised a small surprise voice.

It was felt that the lump of darkness was not just directly above Sharka, but dripping continuously from the ceiling further back.

Continuous chunks of darkness protrude down the winged countless shadows as they fall.

... another bat herd?

"I'll do it!

Ishur shouted sharply at no one, expanding the magic of the wind to the left and right of the corridor.

The front of the cave is filled with blue light. Sharka and Rifia, going in front of Ishur, floated up in a black shadow.

... then.

When Ishur explored to the end of the corridor with the magic of the widened wind, he opened the magic so as to screw it into a dark mass.

Blue flashes blink, unlikely underground, strong winds blow.

"Whoa."

"Ho ho."

Rifia's exclamation from before and Benito's surprise from behind.

... No sign of a big demon, but be careful. Weak things are constantly overflowing from darkness.

... Ok.

I guess Nell and Lucas continue to crush demons trying to emerge from their surroundings at this moment as well.

"Let's all go.... Sharka, don't get distracted."

Ishur said it out loud.

"Uhm."

Sharka nodded small and entered the corridor, breaking to the left.

"Ho."

……

"Is this the underground temple? It feels like nothing."

When everyone went out into the corridor, Rifia looked up at Mira's blurry feet without alarm. And Marya and Nina looked left and right again and again silently, and Benito nodded one big time with his arms together.

Bastol lifts the pine lights high and looks around, and remains vigilant as ever.

"... that's a surprise"

Ishur took a moment and told him to whine.

With the sensibility of wind magic, we can instantly see what's going on around us. Originally a world of deep darkness, it is not accompanied by vision, but the shape of the corridor can be recognised with a feeling like an extension of tactile sensation.

The dark god of Brektas, the underground temple of the desolate god Baltar. Does it hit that outline, the southern corridor was slightly different from what Ishur had imagined?

The ceiling is slightly higher than ten long steps (skull, less than 7 m) and appears to be curved. The aisle is about eight long steps (about 5 m) wide, narrow to fight demons, and quite difficult to fight.

Looking from the cave, the left side of the corridor continued quite a bit further, surprisingly with few ceilings or sidewall collapses, and nothing noticeable, such as the fall of the floor surface.

But the other right side was buried in dirt and sand about fifty long steps away (more than 30 m), and the situation ahead was not known.

"It's on the right..."

"It's buried deep in the earth."

When Ishur spoke to Benito, the dirt magician answered immediately.

... the sword. The temple leads to the left. I think that monster is in the back of the left.

... Come on, Malefiore, you've noticed, but don't force your senses to widen. It's dangerous.

Nell shrugs and tells us what he wants to know most, but Ishur cautioned against what he had been paying attention to before.

The end of the corridor is wrapped in darkness, both right and left, but I can sense it until it's pretty far ahead of me to let the wind blow. But that might directly stimulate Malefiore, or tell us exactly where we are.

"Anyway, we're going to have to go those that last long enough to get to the back"

And, Refia.

"It's more suspicious on the left. I think we should just keep going."

"Yeah,... maybe that's better"

Sharka and Marya also agree. When I looked at him, Mira and Nina nodded as well.

It seems that Benito has already decided to take the one on the left, the one following the aisle.

Bastol takes a step back and says nothing.

……

Marya silently lowered her magic wand. The flames ran ahead of them and accidentally disappeared as they glistened several times over.

Probably had signs of a demon, so he flushed some fire magic all over the floor.

"Okay, let's go left"

Ishur looked over at everyone's face and said:

The earth is already around sundown. We must hurry ahead.

According to Nell's report, the corridors along which the Ishurs proceeded seemed to traverse the southern edge of the underground temple from northeast to southwest and in a straight line.

In other words, if a corridor can be found that breaks to the right behind a long corridor, for example at the end of the line, it was thought to reach the deepest part of the temple, where there is supposedly Malefioa.

The corridor sinking into darkness was beyond Ishur's expectations.

The passage, built with a sturdy pile of stone, saw little collapse from the ceiling or the stripping of walls, and there was nothing in the way of walking.

The ceilings were arched and bent commonly found in the royal palaces and grand temples of the continent, which, despite being quite old, appeared to be built with fairly advanced technology.

"Hmm,... and"

Lifia slashed and lay down the evil spirit that had emerged from the wall on the left, and said:

"You don't get much dust for the old underground ruins. This will help."

"... cum. That's right."

"It... could be bad"

"What, uh-huh"

Rifia is followed by Mira, Marya and Nina, who continue to talk word for word as they crush the black shadows and evil spirits that gush from their surroundings with their own scores and magic.

"You mean the magic equipment, Marya"

Ishur joins the conversation looking out into the darkness around him.

"Yes. I've already got some from Basilia, so I think I can figure it out.... Mmm."

Mary's wand is protruded against the wall on the right, and the flame radiates from beyond.

A mass of black shadow swollen from the wall was seared by Marya's fire magic and vanished to melt gently.

They are all small things because they are missed demons of Nell and Lucas, but they spring out of the darkness without running out no matter how many times they smash them.

"During the rainy season, there will also be a considerable amount of rainwater pouring into this corridor… and magic equipment falling to the ground will also be flushed at that time. I guess it's also because of the low dust"

... little sediment on the floor, such as large and small stones and tree branches, probably because the majority stay in caves along the way. Or maybe there are other structural reasons for some kind of temple, related to the water flow.

"You mean the only way to take the magic from a demon like a skeletal demon, who showed up in a pot of Fiore"

And, Refia.

"No, I don't know. It can't reach the water, it may be high, and I don't think it's definitive."

... The Seguros must have taken the magic from the mercenary regiment that led them. Didn't your wizard faint when he died, for example, during the confusion in battle?

There was a bastle right beside him, so Ishur didn't put the idea in his mouth.

"Sword."

Along with Nell's voice, several times the end of the corridor is filled with the blue magical light of wind magic.

"There are two places ahead, a sidewalk stretching into the central temple"

Nell was translucent and appeared before a line of thin rashes and isles.

"Maybe it's time we got closer."

Then on the other side of Nell, Lucas reveals himself.

"Hmm,... right"

Finally, if you proceed to the central temple, you will likely encounter Malefioa. We need to proceed with greater caution.

Nell and Luca, that's what you two would have shown up all together.

Lord Ishur, by the way.

So Benito called out, looking straight at Ishur.

"It's late for the night on the ground. I think we should stay here for a while and get some rest."

"Right."

... Indeed, to this point, the battle continues constantly, albeit with all the trinkets, forcing them to wear out plain.

If we continue like this, it may be the next day to fight Malefioa, and the sun will rise in time on earth. Everybody's worth it, it's time to get tired.

Here and now, maybe everyone should take turns and get some sleep and rest.

But the appearance of demons remains the same. Will you sleep properly, even if you keep a lot of watch?

"Lord Benito. I disagree. Malefiore has obviously been waging a war of attrition. We should rather increase our walking speed here and hasten our showdown with him"

"I agree with Lifia, too."

Mira has also been on board with Rifia's aggressive measures.

Marya thought about it, and Nina looked around for a moment and seemed lost.

"Mr. Benito. It's a little harsh to rest, isn't it?"

Ishur asked Benito the most problematic, suspicious matter to rest.

"Hmm. I have an idea for that"

Benito nodded several times, arms in front of his chest and said.

"Block this corridor once and for all with my earthly magic. Block the front and rear of the aisle with a wall so that the pine lights reach the end. If you do, you can considerably curb the emergence of small evil spirits. Your spirits work, and you can rest quite safely."

"I see."

... I'm just thinking about this.

If we do what Benito says, we're going to get everyone's rest for sure.

"What do we do? Ishl."

Lifia's eyes are about to complain.

She doesn't seem willing to change her own opinion.

"Hmm."

It does make sense, says Rifia, for a quick war summary as well. The idea of avoiding wear and tear is the same.

Besides, doesn't she feel like a fighter, independently?

……

Mira, on the other hand, remains silent, rather turning her misplaced gentle gaze towards Ishl.

I...

"That would be decided"

That's when I heard a heavy voice coming from the rear.

The face of a bastle illuminated by pine lights and floating up in the dark.

But it didn't belong to a mercenary, just a young man.

"You..."

Ishur muttered in a voice that no one could hear.

Now Baltar, the desolate god, is appearing on his face (the toe).

A moment of silence comes to the scene. Demons don't show up. No one responds. I won't say anything.

"We should rest here for once. Fight that monster, or you'll have to leave it behind."

There is an unusual grin on that face.

Spooky glow, evil god's eyes.

"It's Ishr. Wouldn't it?

... I'm inviting you.

Is that an invitation to ruin?

Weren't you on my side now?

This is not this God's whim, this is bullshit. This is what a desolate god is.

It's a very natural, natural behavior.

……

I smile unexpectedly. I can see I laughed.

Baltar, do as you say.

"Let's go"

Ishur looked around with Mira as she softened her grin.

"Don't rest, hurry ahead. Let's settle this all at once."

Pine light, flaming swings.

To the intersection of light and shadow, reality has returned.

Rifia and Mira give a small cheer, and the Maryas snort all together.

Behind it, the desolate god secretly obscured the signs, going inside the bastle, pushing him through and disappearing to the bottom of the darkness.

……

and the next moment.

After all, the agitation ran on the two spirits, of the wind and gold, which had stopped moving.

"What?"

Ishur instinctively looked forward and set himself up.

The ground shook gutteringly and sharply, and the corridor floor cracked with the roar.

Light watery, magical light fills up in front of you.

Were you waiting for Ishur's decision?

... as if weighed.

In the dark, a large white flower blossomed.

"Malefioa!!

Behind Ishur, I heard someone screaming.