Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

I leapt forward to feed at least one.

However, I felt the existence of a mass growing rapidly in white darkness, and I had no choice but to shrivel.

Different kind of pressure than the two swordsmen I've met.

The moment I laid on my shoulder, I felt the actual weight of my bones crumbling.

Just because you have it in front of you,

[Come, welcome. We've waited three days, so we have to see everything.]

A darker green darkness erupts from the darkness.

A dark poison fog passed sharply through the mast melts the armor. It appears to be a light breath, rather than an attack. The rapidly struck Force Shield melts in one fell swoop.

He stepped back.

I felt like I had at least ten times the amount of venom I could use.

[Free to use shields to stop my poison. What a funny guy.]

Something huge inside laughs once more and quickly enjoys the poison. I knew it was the same attack, but I couldn't stop it or avoid it.

The range was too wide.

The fog hits the helm as the top of the Force Shield is penetrated first.

Half of the helmet corroded at once, revealing a white skull.

The skull is slightly poisoned and has reduced its health.

The opposing Pokémon doesn't even notice that they already know the extent of my identity.

Unbalance of overwhelming information.

I shouted nervously.

“Who the hell are you? ”

[Take this, too.]

Hrrrrrrr!

A white flame rises from the air. There was no spell, no inscription, no energy on the staff.

A white flame of any kind chased me, loosening my heels. ‘Magic spotting. ’

I see a shell.

The bent flame burst, then felt a knot, followed by a burst in the following order.

One shot at a time.

Cold Storm.

Whee!

The two swords were stacked diagonally and swung forward.

The first two words of flame on the left were frozen, but then three bursts in succession, causing the air to explode and bounce back.

The body hits the ten winds, and the fire blazes to the sides. All of the heat on the sword evaporated.

The hot flame moves from the blade through the whole body, but it's not bad.

‘Sprint.’

As the flame ignites, the darkness slightly retreats, revealing the enemy.

I pulled out my sword and ran forward.

Gravity manipulated the giant lower body that appeared in front of him, and raised a large chunk of meat from the lower left to the upper right with the stone still on it.

[Hahaha. You're so versatile.]

A giant forefoot protrudes out of the darkness, trying to protect the lower part.

Boom!

I flew away from the side with my front foot swinging.

You step on the Force Shield in mid-air and leap through the body.

Your protruding claws are caught in the knife.

The claws that gathered the dark green energy were very sharp and firm.

I couldn't pierce the blade that could cut through anything, and I couldn't hold the pressure on my head for a moment.

Quickly grabbing the tip of the sack makes the knife a little longer. I stabbed between my claws in a slanted stance.

‘Absorption.’

With a suction, the giant front foot flaws and bites its body back.

However, I never felt that it was a fatal blow. Relativeness

I didn't really respond. He leaps again and swings his sword.

[Good!]

I felt like I was being toyed with by him.

In fact, all stats have been dropped due to crowd pressure.

Limitations were clear.

The maximum drawn sword is only half the original length.

The trajectory of the front foot wields nothing but unstable charges and flashes like a long line of lightning.

"A concussion."

You shot the same epileptic to stop it. Lightning struck.

Although it was almost offset, it was pushed all the way nearby, causing a leakage to flow through the bone. The shock was so intense that I couldn't move for a moment.

It's a consumption war.

I have to lose.

You can't run away, you're just getting dragged ahead, but there's no sharp tackle.

[I knew it. Great.]

Cheolpick.

The moment I take a step forward. I felt a bad dampness. What is it?

I use sparks to figure things out.

Ticktock, ticktock.

But there is no flame at the end of the blade.

[The pattern is different.]

[Unauthorized Magical Power.]

What the hell...

Hot Stones!

I couldn't take a step.

A large, sticky hand rises from the ground and grabs the ankle.

I tried to start a fire again and burn all the sticky stuff, but it didn't work at all.

Magic Seal?

I flew forward, forcing my feet together.

‘Sprint.’

Shhh!

Gaaaah!

Rock and roll!

The dark, damp tentacles burst out at the same time and re-tied the whole body.

[Tie him up]

[Sleepy]

[lock clicks]

[Screaming] [indistinct]

[Crazy]

Die!

[Resist Mental Attack.]

The power of tentacles.

You can immediately feel that it is not just physical strength.

The armor disappears without a trace, and half its HP is sheared at once. This is a workshop.

It's a very densely constructed

Dozens of layers of cobwebs.

I put my foot in that place.

It reminds me that the wizard in the workshop is like a spider on a spider web.

The enemy pushed me unilaterally, even outside the spider web.

The chances of me winning in here... 'Acid. ’

It doesn't mean saving your health.

Acidic skill was used throughout the body.

[Not bad? I think that's the limit, though.]

There were no more attacks. He staggers forward.

I walked down to avoid something that kept me on my feet.

I felt like I was being lured in from the beginning, but if I fell back or dodged, there was a much stronger attack. I had to break through to hold on for a moment.

The more competent you show, the happier the opponent becomes.

The air and the floor that walks in the dark are getting damper and damper.

It was not like a drier sewer without a drop of water flowing.

It was a few more steps.

Flash!

Suddenly, everything was bright.

The old man who was following me from the beginning appeared at a height of 5 meters.

Is this what it looks like? ’

The Duke of Vibrio's gracious face rises above the body of a giant creature with four feet.

They looked alike, but they weren't snakes.

It is not a reflection of what Bothys is.

A flesh graft based on the skeleton of something else.

There is some dark green blood all over your body, whether the attack didn't work at all.

But the enemy seems to enjoy it. The old man with the gracious impression

I turned my head and sighed. It's like a move to follow. I inadvertently followed his gaze.

I have seen cruel and destructive things so far, and I have stumbled upon them as much as I can if they are terrible.

I'm familiar with violence and injuries.

The same was true for unhesitant cutting and destruction, annihilation and moribund incineration.

I realized that the Duke of Vibrio I was chasing was an unusual creature, and that this was the web he had made for a long time.

[What do you think? Underground Plaza in the Capital.]

The living were joined, and one giant square was created. Plaza painted red with blurred object boundaries...

“Humans. Are they in? ”

That hole, that writhing vomit, that's his face.

It reveals the inside of its corrosive acid, allowing it to breathe outside air, so that it doesn't know what it is.

The crooked holes groan.

He looks at the snake rubbing its belly against the red floor that is twitching alive.

[Yes, they're all alive. How about this tower?]

The snake points to the clock tower in the gown. He extends his front foot and wraps around the reel. Bell bells wobbled irregularly to the left and to the right. At the intersection of the minutes and hours, a black bubble appeared in the middle of the clock and screams rang out.

‘Duke Vibrio’ was satisfied to see the rush of the second hand bewildered with tears.

I felt a pure heat that was completely in contrast to my stubborn face. He was proud of the sand castle that he owed to the audience.

I see a lover under the clock tower holding hands with only half his body still.

It was an architecture I had never seen before in the days of the Demon King, and it was a craft.

I've just seen a pile of meaningless meat and bones by simply killing and killing.

A hobby of grooming corpses is not new at all.

But here.

All humans are still alive.

I took a step and looked.

How cautious it would have to be.

How much effort and persistent exploration of the human body would it take?

If I want to cut each human in pieces and attach them to different places and keep them conscious...

The center of the clock tower is wide open. Cuckoo came out of the clock tower and cried, flapping his wings.

“Do this. Did you do this?” Duke Vibrio laughs. If the question is too obvious, it is hard to blame for ignoring it.

He turns his back.

[It's Mahjong's child. Alone.

It is remarkable that you have gained strength and survived.]

I inadvertently pulled the sword as far as I could. But I didn't think it would be any use.

The presence of the snake was much stronger than before.

All I could do was look down on the long, giant trunk, and it was hard to move as if I was crushed on something.

He looks up at Duke Vibrio again and asks.

“Snake brand. I didn't.

At that moment, I shook my shoulder as if the old man's face had heard a funny word.

A whimpering sound roams through the damp walls everywhere.

[Kuhahahahaha...]

The open mouth reveals a red and long tongue that cannot be seen as belonging to a human being.

It had already turned into a snake a few feet long underneath its body anyway.

After laughing so hard, the old man...

[Who dares seal me up? I am the first priest of Botty! You're her complete surrogate!]

“Botti?”

[It's a nickname.]

I'm the viceroy of the repulsive ball.

And I kind of guessed that.

Are you telling me that you are a shareholder of a new Necron society?

I finally met him.

After thirteen deaths, I had no choice but to look at him in an unexpected and overwhelming situation.

If he volunteered as the first priest, he'd be like Isaac, the high priest of Malphas. Assuming the two have the same power... there was no chance of winning the battle here.

Besides, this is the end of the line.

What do I do? ’

Keep your head up.

I made eye contact.

Ever since I've been in this room, he's had no intention of attacking me.

So far, I haven't thought of finishing after attacking.

When I got hit, I only spit out a proud amazement.

‘If so…,