Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

Inside the royal castle. At Evelis' workshop, where, as usual, a large number of crappy objects are located.

"Is that it?"

Evelis woke up feeling like something glowed out the window as she slept on the couch and read the material. At the same time, slight fluctuations of magic were felt.

"Oops... is there some kind of trap moving?

The prototype heat source sensing trigger trap, I should have set it to not move until I sensed more than two heat sources. "

Evelis snapped his neck.

Rene attacks Taylakaine tonight. Evelis was going to do a commissioning of the trap tonight that no army would suddenly attack the King's Capital on a day like this. Magic is flowing through most of the traps that have been set up, making them operational.

That's also the Party-Breaking/Heat-Source Sensing Transfer Trap set up near the city walls. Heat source sensing is often misactivated and difficult to identify enemy allies, so it is not used as a trigger for normal traps, but most allies do not have body temperature, so I installed it to see if it can be used. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. 'I wanted to try it,' though.

"I hope it malfunctions...... no, it's not good...... no way intruder?

Yeah... I should have put the sensor and camera on first, this "

It was a matter of having to hold my head.

The tip to be flown in a transfer trap is in an outer edge dungeon like a fortress built around a castle wall.

The concept of that fortress, which is still under construction, is' One Battle Golem '. Intercept them with automatic turrets, etc. if anyone comes in to attack the Royal Castle… or kill them in their bellies if anyone breaks in to attack the fortress itself.

For this reason, it employs a magical defensive structure as part of the walls, and it is difficult to magically explore what is going on inside from the outside. Even so, we haven't installed many sensors or alarms to observe the intruder's condition yet.

Well, if you stop supplying magic, it's clairvoyant because it loses its magic defense capability, but I'd like to keep the trap moving if I think there might be an intruder inside.

Evelis pulled one off a bunch of unfinished call marks (callers) stacked with mountains on his desk, and started them by writing an on-the-spot formula specifying where to communicate.

"Uh, hello, no? Only waiting in the castle. Uh-huh. This is Evelis, Chief Staff and Technical Adviser.

Maybe there's an intruder, so go check on the castle wall dungeon in human (zon) naval tactics -?

The trap is moving, so I'm not careful. I don't care if it breaks. I'm not ahead of Zako. "

The voicemail undead, who were pulling into the castle for a commissioning of the trap, began their action.

Etre was in a square stone room like a dice.

Only at first, however, was the room shaped like a dice, and now it was getting thinner like a book.

"Damn, the wall......!

The front and rear walls were approaching with the sound of a critical goring and heavy gear turning.

It's a 'prestrap room' that I listen to a lot but not surprisingly much to see. A simple but terrible trap of approaching ceilings and walls and eventually peppering those who are inside.

The first thing to do is spot a room with that kind of trap and 'don't get in' and 'can't get trapped'. But that's impossible anymore because he's been thrown in by a metastasis trap.

I naturally don't see anything like an escape route either. In that case, smashing the trick would be most effective. The fact that the communication is planted means that there is a cavity for it, because it is certain that it is brittle than a normal wall.

But slashing on an impending wall only returned a hard response. My hand is paralyzed.

Magic... probably doesn't work. Etre, the Holy Knight, is also proficient in sacred magic, but sacred magic is not good at destruction. In the first place, this building seems to have a magical defensive maneuver throughout, and ordinary magic won't do the damage.

"Then take this...!

Etre took out something like silver squared sugar, which was attached to the belt of his hips.

That unfolds patterned as if it had been folded multiple times. It swelled to several times its original size, shaped like a shield.

"Additional Armor for Silver Giant Soldiers". It's a magic item made in a time when people supposedly had more advanced technology than they once had before the world was about to be destroyed by the Demons.

It is a barrier to be held and used by the handlers to stick it to the armor, but Etre used this as a stick. Armor that should be sturdy makes a sound.

Etre let the three armoured plates unfold further up, placing them on the floor and holding them between the walls. Still, I see the armor plate shake up a little bit, pull out the love sword, and this also supports me.

Gear to protect your El Minio. It is a delicacy that has been fully exploited by the Doloet family. I just had to bet on the sturdiness of the magic item.

Giri, Giri and the gear were irritated, and the wall finally stopped.

"Thanks..."

Etre lowering his chest with relief.

The room had already been compressed to about shoulder width for each adult.

But I was relieved also during the bundle.

"... Ugh, I can't move..."

Etre was no longer even able to change direction. It's hard enough to walk crabs through thin rooms.

How can I help out of this situation? It's a pitiful story, but all I could think about was waiting for my allies to help me from the outside.

But this situation. What are the other four doing? I felt that three other people besides Edgar, swallowed by the Devil's Square together, were being attacked by traps somewhere again.

I have to escort my colleague, Alfonso.

I don't care a lot about Loretta herself, but the magic items she's being brought on should help her on the escape. I want to wish you well.

And most importantly, Erminio. It doesn't resemble anything other than the face of the Droet Township revealed to your father, the kind of foolishness that you would like to ask the gods why such a great fool was born, but the Amulet of Erminio is a task entrusted to you more directly than the Township. There must be no such thing as he hangs in the hands of the undead.

Etre, who had no choice but to rub his mind, looked under his feet feeling like he had heard a strange noise.

The floor is waving clear.

Water was starting to pour into the room that made me want to flatten vertically.

"Become………"

Silver blades loom as roaring engine sounds are raised.

"What, what, what, what!? No, no, no, no!

It's a silver disc-like scarecrow tracking Loretta down the elongated aisle. A blade with only half a face approached Loretta as she spun the wall, the floor, through the ceiling, to raise the spark. The next moment you stop your leg, you'll be torn apart by five bodies and you'll die miserably.

"What items can I use......!

Loretta was desperate and carried out a brain inventory of the items she was being brought to Erminio.

Loretta's main job is to carry luggage using storage magic. He dedicates his own magic to the El Minio, who wants to carry tons of magic items.

But what Loretta will bring is "big stuff," "not much to use," and "a lot of stuff." Something simply destructive is often held by Erminio himself or Edgar.

If so, rather, storage magic is a shackle in this situation.

"No more heavy weight!" Inbox (Item Box):! "

A large number of items were smashed into the aisle.

Something like a coffin, a rounded carpet, a box of metal I'm not sure about, a bag containing small items, something like that sprinkled and chopped into spinning scarecrows.

This isn't sweet enough to stop me.

But the renunciation of storage magic allowed Loretta to use magic freehand.

Drink up the Magic Recovery (Mana) potion removed from the storage and restore the magic that was continually sucked by the storage magic.

Loretta chanted as she ran backwards.

Rotating scarecrows loom to squeeze up the aisle.

But what Loretta sees is the other side of the gap between the herds of scarecrows.

"Short distance transfer (short teleport):!"

Loretta had jumped over a swarm of spinning scarecrows and landed on the aisle that had rushed through this way.

"Baka. I don't want my life to die on a fucking Bonbong road adventure......!

Loretta poisoned while wiping her sweat, dropping off a scarecrow that soared up as she raised the spark.

But.

"Oh, no, no."

As if that bad talk had been heard, a horde of scarecrows hung their sudden brakes and began to buck as they rotated in the opposite direction. That is, to Loretta.

"Don't come. Whoa!

Over a pile of magic items turned into half wreckage, Loretta began to run wild in death.

My lungs were about to burst.

It doesn't work with half-magic attacks on that scarecrow. Even if it was likely to cause a physical attack, Loretta could only use the magic of a physical attack about the elemental magic of an easy land, and to do so she needed earthen masses and stones.

If this building was just a pile of stones, I could have pulled out the walls and floors and used them magically, but by extension I draw up the magic of the ground vein just like the city walls and castle walls to equip them with magical defenses.

"No more! God help me! Because now it's time to live seriously!!

Loretta running away screaming with half a cry. Behind it lies the noise of communication. Gradually, to a large extent.

"Shut the fuck down!

A voice rang from the front, and Loretta followed shortly after judging its validity.

His strength to keep running was also limited, and he fell and lay low to relax.

It was the bearded bandit (Sheaf) who showed up. Edgar.

Edgar had three things in each hand, pinched between his fingers, like putting liquid in a glass ball.

And threw sharply.

Dojou, and sounded like he had stuck baked chopsticks in the water.

Turning around, the ball that hit the spinning scarecrow was cracked and the liquid in it was coming down.

The silver blade of death slows down with chatter and tremor, and eventually, even Pickle stops moving.

While falling, Loretta breathes roughly and breathes. I was sweating if I noticed. It was as if his throat was sticking and he was bleeding.

"You did it with a single hair."

Edgar exhaled elongated as he exhaled his fears.

"Edgar. What have you done with this?

"'Acrylic Acid Solution' is a trick. If you plant him in a" medicine ball "and smash him, the trap of this hand will break easily."

"Do it. I knew you'd be the best guy at the party."

"Hehe, then you can deal with me for another night"

"Hey there. Because Atashi only sleeps with good looking men. It would be great to be rich at last."

By the way, Loretta had already forgotten the oath she had made to God while she was on the run earlier.

Loretta, finally up, asks around, carefully observing if the rotating scarecrow really broke.

"This is it, isn't it? Weird building around the walls"

"I will. I've been transferred inside."

"So, what are we going to do?"

"I don't care what you do, you just have to run..."

The two shut up and swallow solidly.

The cuttlefish and some footsteps were imminent.