Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Queek!”

The spear pierces the lord's crotch and pierces its intestines.

Crisp!

And I broke his skull like a thin piece of paper.

A spear embedded in a solid ceiling trembles. The lord died without a single breath.

His eyeballs protrude outward, either from the piercing impact of the window blades or from the drooping.

Dirty blood and bribes erupt into small explosions everywhere.

A scream that cannot be properly spit comes out of your mouth with a bloodstream.

- Yes, sir!

The long day that pierced the lord and plunged into the ceiling entered the ground again.

Kirk's body falls to the ground, which is lifted up like a skewer.

It was so short that it happened suddenly. The direction of the attack was bizarre.

‘Under the ground.! ’

I remembered the knowledge I read in the library of the Circus.

Bartra.

It is obvious that it is the magic method of returning to and from underground materials.

Hiding under the ground at all times.

Not to mention the superb secrecy.

It has been read that some of the top assassins and thieves are learning this technique.

‘Skill level goes up. I heard it can move faster from above the ground.

A rare alcoholic drink.

Those who follow the Demon Prince have never used one of these before.

I never imagined such an advanced alcoholic method could be seen in such a rural city.

"Detection."

There was absolutely nothing involved in the skill. I wanted to stand upside down from the ceiling thinking that the window blade could pierce through my feet.

You concentrate intensely and prepare for the next attack.

You never know when, where, and how fast an attack will come from the ground.

But...

There was no next attack.

Instead, you hear a cold voice like ice on the ground standing on your feet.

< Oops. I sat him down. Oh, my goodness. You have to be incompetent.

Her voice echoes in the middle of the bridge. The location was clear.

‘Hit the player. ’

The opposing Pokémon is clearly being cautious.

It will not be easy to pursue the wizard's cleverness using Barthra again.

The Longsword in your hand bursts into tears. The method of treatment is clear.

‘Blast.’

Crisp!

The flaming blade remains frozen solid on the ground.

I had no time to think about Malphas' seal.

A longsword picked up from the fortress was plunged deep into the ground with an explosive flash.

Blast flares! ’

You grip your teeth. You swing your sword up and down, four times, firmly planted.

The wind and flames twist around each other and explode above the blue swords.

Pasasak! Hrrr!

The frozen floor explodes, leaving debris scattered everywhere. I liked the feeling of being caught by a knife.

‘Dead.’

The soothsayer on the floor must have burned to death.

It was clearly written in a book I read in the library of the Circus.

The one with the geometry. The user burns the ground to the ground.

A translucent window appeared in the air with the sound of tying and shouting.

Is this a level up? ’

But instead of leveling up, you don't even get the message that you've gained XP.

The opposing Pokémon remains alive.

Instead.

[Attention! Weapon Durability has dropped below 50%!]

Crisp.

The longsword you used once was noticeably damaged. I noticed that there are teeth everywhere from the tip of the blade to the sack.

I did too much with a sword I couldn't even handle.

"Oops."

You look around in a hurry, but you don't see any useful weapons.

"Should I have stopped by Grasmear before Ernst? ’

I began to regret not having brought Grasmear's Great Sword.

I know the location of the Storage, and I just need to rip the door open with my sword.

Or, at least I should have brought a decent sword from Erast Resistance.

It was too relaxed.

Benson Pretcher and his crossbow are too simple to relax.

By simply building things that I faced several times over, I carelessly thought about the situation that would happen after that.

It was my mistake.

The thought of torturing Kirk made me sick of just picking up any knife.

"Oops."

However, the flame on the floor did not have any effect.

I didn't know where it fell from.

A slightly scorched white mask was thrown to the floor.

On either side of the mask is a playful drawing of black deer horns.

/

A man in a similar white mask appears in the air with nothing. Under the mask, you feel as if something is scattering around the darkness. With her appearance, the torches that blurred out the prison were extinguished as well.

Twenty-three.

Five more appeared when similar places appeared back and forth.

Six to one. There is no one who looks comfortable.

I didn't even feel it at first.

Knock, knock.

A murky drop of blood, which appears to be Ray Kirk's, falls under the woman's front foot. Their identity has no water.

‘Ghosts.’

Imperial ghosts.

The first group that didn't even know it existed.

I never heard anything from the Circus, and I never read anything from anywhere.

We didn't know exactly what group they were in.

I'm just guessing he's killing everyone, watching everyone for the Emperor.

Surface Guards Escort the Emperor

They are ghosts that are much stronger than they are.

Honor, pride, and respect are all in the gutter and put on the most dangerous and dreadful missions.

It is never easily accessible.

After returning ten times, I also put my sword to them for the first time.

It was only after buying the misconception that he had impersonated Lord Leandro that I encountered their masks.

Not in this lifetime.

I thought we might meet someday.

"Today." Right here?

Erast.

A small town in the south.

There are no specialties, nothing to look at

Why the hell not?

Do 'ghosts' of Imperial Guard Knighthood appear in this shabby city?

There was no welcome in the imperial court.

Ray Kirk's demobilisation is never important enough for a ghost to be on the move.

Then he couldn't have simply killed her like this garbage.

I didn't understand it at all.

‘In this humble city.! ’

But there is no time to think deeply.

The siege is narrowed. Fight and you lose. The ghost standing in front of me tilted his head to either side.

Hmmm.

She tilts the white mask slightly left and right. The mark itself was a strange mask engraved with symbols.

< Strange. When have you seen us?

“What are you talking about? ”

Fight and you die. There is no victory.

Weapons are a mess, too.It's hard to get out of here even with the Great Sword you used before.

You don't have to put a knife through it.

I assure you.

They were more skilled at the top of the line than anyone I had encountered in Grasmear.

"Well, then, it's better to get any information and die. ’

They don't have to attack if they don't run.

< Obviously, I'm not surprised.

You hear a low voice coming from the white masks around you.

It's ridiculous that the story written in the Imperial Slander is true.

< Before the promotion of the Director candidates, I thought the policy of working in this countryside was a joke, to be honest.

< What really came out.

< Especially when it comes to Sardia Week. Uh, you know, me first.

‘Imperial. Candidate for Director?

They were looking at me like I was a test subject.

“Can you tell me what you're talking about? ”

But also ignored.

Six ghosts were just occupying each other's defenses to keep me from escaping.

There was no room to drill through.

< I will remove it according to the instructions.

< Then shall we begin?

Grrr.

Six weapons were aimed at me at the same time.

The sound of metallic air ringing lightly makes me feel a cold energy.

‘Sprint.’

Skill must be used now.

There is a small chance of surviving as long as the active time of sprint against them.

But the moment the effect stops, it becomes even more obvious that the inevitable death will come.

[400% Speed for 20 min!]

[50: 00 until next use]

[2/3 times available within 24 hours]

Yes, sir!

The mask on the left swings a large knife in both hands.

Pot!

It was a strong and swift attack that would never have been avoided if it weren't for sprinting.

The ground breaks and the stones and dirt splash everywhere. A silver spear flies from the side of your head, avoiding the boulder.

‘Absorption.’

I grabbed the extending spear by my hand.

It was neither the speed nor the strength that could be easily managed.

A gauntlet made of steel explodes like a window.

Huh?

But getting caught is enough.

‘Freeze.’

‘Lee Young-chang.

‘Brainstorming.’

Phage!

Yellow lightning flashes out through a blue-frozen window.

“Hehe!”

The target flinches and spits. I loosened my grip on the spear a little.

Pyric!

At that moment, I turned around and snatched the spear away. It was time to raise the spear upside down and stab the original owner.

Where.

Three swords were thrown at me at the same time.

Ka 'ang!

I barely stopped the two sacks. The third blade flies when the footing is hard enough to block the depression.

The last of the swinging knives had a strong rotational force.

Qajik!

The gauntlet of both hands holding the spear is completely crushed by impact. White bones appear outside the Gauntlet.

However, the surrounding ghosts were not surprised to see the white bones.

But there was no rush.

The difference in power at first is obvious.

You stagger and step back. You notice that your lower body armor has been compromised by the shock of the attack.

‘This doesn't even fit. ’

There is no hope.

I don't need any help.

A world where rubia lives.

Hours ago, those who were locked up in this prison, those who wanted to help Rubia, were not human beings living in the world.

I don't want them to get involved in anything.

Level of fighting.

I have to fix this.

Not now, next.

Or the next.

I barely had enough balance to stick to the wall and look around.

What just happened was not just a simultaneous attack. Clearly, a well-breathed acceptance procedure lasted for a long period of time. There is no hope for an opening.

“Ghosts? How long have you been following me? ”

< Ho. You know us, too?

Who the hell is this guy?

According to the Critic's instructions, he told them not to question or question, but to just kill.

(Sigh.)

There is no room to live.

But there seems to be a gap in getting information.

“Ray Kirk. Did you make him lord? ”

But a knife flew in instead of a horse.

Ka 'ang!

A spear with rotational force flies as if trying to pop the helmet while stopping it.

Ignoring the adsorption, the spear pierces through the arm.

‘Is this the boss? ’

Standing in the middle, the strangely torn mask of a woman's spear was of a different dimension.

The blade of the spear between the bones is cold.

There's no time.

I'm not the only one dying.

We don't know what their intentions are for Rubia.

Even if you die, you have to survive and find out as much as you can and die.

I remembered the man who killed me last time, who was terrified of ghosts.

“Don't touch me. Your Excellency.

I'm performing a specification. ”