Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

To block the way of the cyclops, the rocks arranged to the left and right of this passage were arranged differently from each other like a meshing zip.

Why is the rock in such a position that this is a long-range attack measure?

When his heir (Tsugutsu) first saw the Cyclops, he was confirming that the Cyclops would use ranged attacks and thoughtful and magical powers. I never thought that the identity of power was a demonic eye at that time, but since I was actually to be swallowed up by a small tsunami, which is the aftermath of power, I can't possibly forget the measures.

And thanks to that measure, the heir was still critically alive.

From shade to shade of rock arranged differently from one another. It's like running through the aisle with a zigzag to draw a thunder trajectory.

I can't afford to look back. There's no reason to look back. And you don't have to look back.

A flashy sound of rocks and rocks hitting my ears. The creepy sound of rubbing meat wraps around my ears. I don't have to look back, I know I'm there.

The heir is running desperately. Running at all costs. There is no fine dust in the colour of using the demonic eye, etc. But still, I can't pull the cyclops apart at all. Instead, they even packed the distance with the jirries.

"Guh!"

And a demon eye blow that gets a moment of travel from rock shade to rock shade. I feel like its power is gradually increasing.

(... it's not like the closer the distance, the more powerful it gets... or something, is it?

I don't know. But you can't be willing to go out of your way to get close to them and make sure.

Then we just have to get away from the cyclops and see if the power drops, but we're struggling because we can't do that right now.

Like before, it's not like when I was running slowly down a prepared path.

Take the aisle to the right, to the left, and you're going all the way around, so it was natural not to be able to pull them apart.

But still, the heir was moving on. My legs were out front even if I couldn't pull them apart.

Therefore - it was only natural to see the next branch.

A delightful colour floats in the face of his heir.

This isn't the point of goal yet, but I appreciate it nonetheless. Now I want to alleviate this impending situation a little bit. All we need for this is a little leeway.

If you go right, there's a treasure chest in the hall, but there's nothing for you. Moving on is to the left.

The heir jumped out of the shadows of the rock without hesitation.

Zung! and my body gets heavy - but I ate my teeth and took a step.

Another step while withstanding the load of rupturing blood vessels in your body.

And - at the end of the day I literally rolled into the aisle.

Moments, Cyclops' gaze breaks, and the heavy pressure that was attacking his heir disappears like a lie.

This is the margin I've been waiting for. Just a slight respite. Just a few seconds in time. But those few seconds are as difficult as desert water.

The heir does not kill the momentum rolled out of his head. When he rises, he runs straight out.

I don't even shake my sides. I don't think about it. Now I run. Run. Run. Run. Just run. The arm I was wiggling so hard rubbed against the rock on my left, blood erupting, but I run ignoring what I found out. And...

By the time the cyclops had turned the aisle, the heir had already run fifty meters ahead.

An instant demon eye strikes his heir's running back, but he stomps and jumps into the shadow of the rock. And then he proceeded again to jigzag and rock shade to avoid the ball.

As before, whenever an heir crosses a space in the middle of the aisle, the pressure of the demonic eye strikes him, but...

(... no doubt, it's losing its power.... sounds like distance has something to do with it after all)

The pressure to crush the whole flesh and bone was like a load of about a hundred kilometers at best now. If you're a successor with an increased status, it doesn't have to be light to be unbearable.

Thanks to the diminished power of the Devil's Eye, his heir's legs moved forward smoothly. It wasn't enough to pull them apart, but I couldn't even pack the distance anymore.

Unlike before, the spirit of the cyclops swayed slightly as irritating to the difference that would not shrink at all if chased while using the demonic eye, but its slight waves quickly disappeared.

That's not just because the spirit of this giant is rubbing off. It's been a long time since his spirit stopped working, but it's not like his brain's still not working. He understood the evidence. Because I understood it, it wasn't even frustrating.

The division I saw shortly. That was the first branch to go and hit when this battle began.

That's what I came back for. They were circling the triangle and coming back to the same place again.

If Cyclops had been him in previous years, he would have even had one of his creepy grins at this moment.

He's already convinced. I could see the end of the battle.

If you take this branch to the right, beyond it is the hall where the cyclops were originally located. Needless to say, it is a dead end. The settlement will be the same when the heir progresses here.

Then why don't you go left? Can the heirs continue to flee using the rocks in the aisle, as they have done before?

Cyclops was sure. I understood that would not happen.

Because that path is the path I once took. The rocks that are already in the way are kicking, pushing, and even if they are not complete, they are much easier to move on.

Conversely, there will no longer be as much rock shade or anything else left to be relied upon by the heirs. The space he's secured to run through should also be daunting.

Until now, even the passages in favor of their heirs have antagonized each other's legs. It goes without saying that if that advantageous passage is lost, the heirs will not be able to escape.

Therefore, Cyclops gently dropped off his heir turning left.

After that, I chased him with a foothold that made me feel like I could even afford it anymore -, corner bent -, face raised. And...

There, there was no heir.

Now it was the spirit of Cyclops that shook.

Stupid -! And when I gazed, I captured the little shadow of my heir far ahead, far enough that I could no longer lose sight of it.

I didn't even have to wonder why I was running so far ahead. The answer was in front of me.

The passage that Cyclops was supposed to have destroyed is back. Now the rock he was touching, etc., I do remember pulling it down with that hand, but the rock was up and blocking his way again as if there had been no such fact.

(- You did a good job, Lourier)

The heir runs down the aisle and spills a grin as he wipes his sweat.

Teasing is easy. When his successor first accompanied Cyclops and turned to the right on the Y-shaped path, Roulier was lurking in the left aisle. And as the cyclops passed by, they were going after it and putting the passage back to its original state.

Thanks to this, the cyclops are far rear.

Seems like you could afford a lot, but actually you don't.

"Ha... ha... ha...!

The heir has continued to walk almost fully on the road to this point. When it came to him being strengthened at the level, the limits were definitely looming.

Still, my successor doesn't loosen his legs. The destination is just around the corner. I couldn't be more alert when I got here.

I can definitely do it, the successor's run I showed with that one thought was right in conclusion.

That was heard from the rear.

It's a roar.

A creaking low voice echoed the aisle to reach the heir's ear.

He was a voice under enough pressure to easily feel that maybe it contained anger.

To that pressure, the successor looked back unexpectedly -.

Cyclops was flying. No, you're not. It's going to jump. He was on all fours as if he were a monkey, stepping on a rock that obstructed him, jumping over most of the rocks and moving on.

That was too unscrupulous a way to travel. There is no giant foot trail in this aisle. Even if you jump over the rock at your feet, you're bound to step on the rock where it lands. And that rock doesn't conveniently support the weight of a giant. Inevitably, Cyclops fell over and over again, each time rubbing his lean, thin body against a rock and scraping it off, his whole body painted blue blood.

But even with such an unscrupulous method of travel, there is one definite fact.

That means it's much faster than ever.

The distance between the two shrinks while you look at them.

But I was fortunate that my heir didn't loosen her legs.

Since entering this aisle, there has been no obstruction by demonic eyes because of the distance too far from each other, thanks to which the heirs who were able to just run straight were quicker to break through the aisle.

Branch point in front of me. And it is this branch -...

"Ha, ha..., ok...!

Authentic, it is the last branch.

The successor turned his gaze to the ground. There were several coins scattered there. That was something my heir threw down on the ground a little further to the left of this branch.

The coins thrown away are a signal to Lourier. It was a signal that the last measure would be implemented.

That coin was recovered and is being re-sprinkled here as a sign that Lourier undoubtedly received the signal.

Therefore, the path chosen by the heir is not left - right.

The trash hole connects, the heir has fallen to the beginning, the road to that hall.

Cyclops felt uncomfortable with the appearance of his successor entering such a trail, but his rampant instincts and trembling spirit in him made him ignore the discomfort.

Cyclops steps into the right aisle without alarm and follows the back of his heir. And even if I couldn't catch up, I narrowed my distance with Gungu, and eventually the end point I could see. End of the aisle. It was slightly quicker to get there than catching up on my heir's back.

What was waiting there was still a rock.

That's an oversized big rock, too.

The largest I've seen today - no, at the beginning. Such a huge rock, combined with the size of a four-metre large rock and one another, blocked in front of the cyclops, was seated so as to distinguish the aisle from the hall beyond.

The heir reached the great rock and, sounding a rough breathing noise, slipped his body into a gap of just about thirty centimeters between the rock and the passage, escaping into the hall ahead.

Let the cyclops behave like a desperate heir.

What am I going to do if I run into such a place? Ahead, a whole hall of submerged blue fish nests. Such a place where even myself, proud of its giant body, can't get to the bottom of the water. Did you even think that it would be better to be clean and fish bait if it was enough for you to play and kill yourself?

Cyclops looks at the big rock in front of him with a mockery.

This rock and it can't even be a wall for me.

I didn't even know that, poor, pitiful, too pitiful and funny little creature.

No longer, the giant, who was fully awake, laid his hands on the great rock as he moaned.

If he had been more cautious, or perhaps noticed the discomfort. But he didn't notice. No, even if he noticed, he would have. Because he is a strong man. It is only by crushing everything, such as the small and vulnerable, that he is the strong one.

The giant, the absolute mighty, finally laid his feet on the great rock, and stood on it -

I looked down across the rock.

The view under my eyes was an odd one.

The other side of the rock, which should have been the surface of the water, had abrasive ground where it was buried, and his successor, kneeling over the ground, repeatedly breathed roughly as he looked up at the cyclops.

And the little kid standing next to it - it's Lourier. Roulier had his right hand extended to the great rock on which the cyclops rode, with a palm of pepper on its rocky skin.

Her thumb like that was fitted with a golden shining ring, fixed to a wrap around with leather strings to see if even her thumb didn't fit the size.

The heir saw the cyclops that showed up there as expected, and...

"Bye."

As if that one word was a signal, it happened.

They disappeared.

There's a rock that Cyclops was riding on... There's so many big rocks that I can see all over the mountain...

Like Xia.

Like an illusion.

Like a dream.

Phew, it disappeared.

Moments later, the cyclops were thrown out into a gravity-free space - more stunned with their eyes further down than at their disappeared feet.

That was a dead end, if I may say so. Lives divided by walls made of rock. It was on the living compartment that the heirs were.

And as long as it was alive, there were fish swimming in it as a matter of course.

It is a blue killer fish.

Those fierce, fierce fishes walked past their companions, in numbers that they should no longer describe as tough, beneath their waters.

"- -... ugh!?

At this time, finally, for the first time in years really, the spirit of Cyclops woke up completely.

No, I should say I woke up.

If you were still asleep, you didn't have to be aware of the fear - or the pain - that you were going to taste.

Almost at the same time as the flashy water sounds like bait falling on the living...

Before Lourier's hand, which remained sticking out - just like when it disappeared, as if it had been a lie, such as disappearing - a huge rock appeared.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh......!!

A giant scream echoed in the lidded livestock.