Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

‘What is this...? ’

Lena didn't come, she couldn't move.

Some of the scattered blood does not wrap around Lena's knee and release her.

And from there.

The duc was being reconstructed.

The things that were slowing down made one shape faster and faster.

Maybe it's because it's broken and remade.

Perhaps the duc was smaller and younger than before because he used some of the juice to restrain Lena.

A slightly drier boy in his late teens looked at me.

“This is ridiculous.... ”

The voice contains deep discomfort and annoyance.

Not from the Duke of Boys.

There are no gaps.

My body became much smaller, but I didn't feel like I could do the month differently than before.

I was afraid.

What is it?

Examine the Duke again.

I feel different when I try to feel completely.

Duke.

It felt like something had been 'consumed' by an explosion just exploded off the coast.

Despair is upon us.

If you feel a slight tension just before battle, you may even feel a sense of freshness, but you don't see the odds so high that you can't feel that tension.

I could win.

There's no escaping.

The feeling that it's completely wrong.

The duc still spits out a crooked face.

“How did you... give your servant this much power? The Necromancer named Gizgerai is... ”

I am embarrassed by the sound of his voice coming forward.

But I wasn't embarrassed that I couldn't win.

The embarrassment of having to ‘do this’ is all.

Pot!

The time that cannot be slowed down.

It's not five times, ten times, a hundred times what it was before.

After thousands of breastfeeding breaks per second, it passes through a moment of clarity.

Cloudy time unfolds, stretches and becomes clear like an eternity.

Like an explosion inside the duc's body, like a massive explosion of a very small empty space.

He breaks a very small chunk.

It stretches, splits, stretches and moves again.

To the opponent is eternal, but to me, not even momentarily, is one point.

Eventually, time stops.

Crisp.

At a standstill.

The light flashed before my eyes, suddenly lowering my vision.

Two long things protrude out of view.

Without even thinking about defending yourself.

Pak.

One limb flew away, and the other limb was severed at the same time.

The duc kicked the bones that didn't spill anything.

Your arm and leg rolling on the white sand fries the sky in vain.

“Damn……. ”

I hear annoying voices.

Time stops. Time starts.

We can't even catch a clue to respond.

“I can't believe you used this.... Damn……. It must be very difficult to recover... ”

He was right in front of you.

No intermediate moves.

The moment the Duke reached out to me all that was left of his body.

Meow...

A small orb has been summoned from the air.

It was an unforgettable image of Isaac and Nannau extracted from the world.

I froze with fear.

Disappearing? ’

Even if something went wrong the last time and it didn't go away, there is no guarantee that it will.

What if we lose the power we've worked so hard to recover again?

“Permission, excision. ”

But...

The moment you're about to get sucked into something.

Time began to flow again.

‘Now.'

I thought it was my only chance.

I don't care if I don't have an arm or leg.

as long as it's absolutely conceptual.

It is possible to attack and interfere in ways that have never been seen before.

The attack wasn't an arm.

Gold in the world.

If I put my interpretation there....

Pumpeng!

The Duke's head, chest, and whole body were covered in blood.

It exploded.

But it was only cynical to see the exploding duck's face.

‘… What is it? ’

Glug.

The broken blood coalesces and the dust bones stick together.

The seizures continue to attack, but the coupling only gets faster.

No, it's built without being fast, and the debris is functioning on its own, without even clumping.

The blood no longer attempts to create a human form.

A lump, a sharp shape, a scattered shape, a knot, a distant shape, a flowed shape, a catch shape…….

If there's only one thing in common with constantly changing shapes, it's that they stare horribly.

It is so ominous and disgusting that my body trembles just watching.

Zek...

Dancing blood opens a big mouth, makes sharp teeth, and flaps its tongue.

Laughing blood becomes briers and briers, giving birth to thorns in every blood drop, and the thorny poison and the curse that causes it to dry up.

Skull and ribs.

Surrounded by malicious blood.

However, we cannot give up like this.

If we're surrounded, there's one way around it.

‘Overlay……. ’

Ability that I have already realized.

I covered my inventory with blood that threatened me.

The attack won't work.

If it's sealed at all.

Cough...

However.

No blood flows into the surrounding area.

A Legacy phenomenon.

‘Maybe even the last resort is blocked. ’

I thought I was stronger.

At this rate, I thought anyone would stand a chance.

‘It was a mistake.’

I'm overwhelmed with despair.

‘How much……. ’

Should I fail again and again?

How much longer do I have to watch my colleagues die?

It was then.

The blood flutters back and forth as if irritated.

Time has stopped.

The duc disappears before your very eyes.

‘Where... where did they go? ’

It was frightening.

Once again, there is no middle process, and he is standing beside Lena.

Taking the form of a perfect duck again from the prowling blood.

Following the horror, the fear, the despair, and the terrifying void rise again.

“What a... bizarre guy. How strong is the owner if he has this kind of subordinate? ”

“I have to pull everything from beginning to end. ”

The muttering duchess looks to the side

I turned around and looked at Lena.

We have to stop them at all costs. I will never allow that alone. Despite the desperate twisting of the limb on the sand floor.

The duc doesn't even look.

“First you. ”

A tight black orb, still afloat in the air, began to suck her very slowly.

Her left ankle stopped, below her right knee.

It disappeared more and more transparently.

The strangeness is overwhelming.

Lena's getting sucked in.

Not a single will, not a single final verdict.

There are transparent gaps in his body.

It's definitely being erased from the world.

‘No. ’

But even the damned Black Bead is undisturbed.

No little ripples, no vibrations, no distortions, no flashes.

Suffering continues.

She's already been erased from the world.

Lena is gone.

Into the blood I couldn't kill, into the unbreakable black bead.

She disappears without even knowing what's going on.

No screams, no laughter, no grief, no greeting.

Just as Isaac and Nannau were scattered and sucked in.

< This is Lena from T&T. Information and

A guild that deals with theft and assassination. Don't you need anything from them?

< I'm not just waiting… I'm luring Humans. Then you take care of it. Right? >

I saved you because I got something.

< I'm leaving anyway, why?

< Haha, I still have over a month and heard about it. Screw those guys coming in through the dungeon.

< I think it will be hard.

< Escape?

< Surviving.

If you had just killed her in the cave, it would have ended in one death.

If you die in a dungeon raid after Grasmear's fire, it ends with two deaths.

It was entirely my responsibility to die the third time by the followers of Purson.

< In the next life, perhaps there is a position to help?

Four times, five times...

Repeat death.

Even though we've met several times in new relationships.

She never betrayed me.

I don't know what the world has done to me, but I like you now. I like it. I want to help. That's all. >

Always on the one hand.

Lean on Lena's loyalty and judgment.

It may have been.

Its weight comes intact.

Can't find her in the world.

In a sad sense that the work she had accumulated was gone.

The conversation we had, the battles we fought together, the adventure, the deception.

A body without arms and legs trembles.

O O ugh……. ”

■ ■ ■ 3.

The blood has regained its form, but now it has no meaning or value in attacking him.

My actions, my conclusion.

‘Wrong.’

Obviously an unthinkable mistake.

Glug glug...

Blood is coming.

There is no will to resist, no will to spread, no will to cast.

Was she sick or was she in pain?

I don't know if I felt anything.

Everything is scattered like a passing landscape.

The blood is back in shape.

“Where are you hiding...? ”

You're making up your own mouth.

Maybe it's because I stopped when I absorbed myself and felt something petrified.

No extraction.

I walk forward holding my body when my arms and legs are dismantled.

Jubbuck...

The existence of 'outside’ boldly walked forward.

* * *

Altitude 500 meters.

Above the sky covered in clouds of gray. Magic Flying Boat, Deck.

Followers' ships appear in the eyes of Gizgerai standing above.

Thirty-seven total. Gizgerai.

The necromancer of the semihumerus.

We're going to take a group of mystics, idealists, who have been worshipping us for a long time, and we're going to slowly lower our altitudes.

There was.

Altitude 400 meters.

Standing on the deck, Gizgerai looks down through the infrared telescope.

Destroy the Coastal Sacks responsible for Embermere.

All the explosives in the sand exploded.

Brahms couldn't handle it.

It exploded to the underwater Lurium Power Plant, but survived.

What the hell is that? ’

Gizgerai frowns on his forehead, which is covered in skin.

The principle of the world that she knew doesn't apply.

Can we win?

Can we really do something?

I wasn't confident.

But at the same time, there is an excitement that is unknown.

My heart thumped violently.

Gizgerai does not fight because he can win.

It's not unbreakable because it can withstand it.

Death is always your closest friend.

Hogwarts who do not acknowledge humiliation to anyone are the skeletons that make her.

‘Even if it is possible to resurrect like that, it will be difficult to kill with the power of an incomplete dragon. ’

Altitude 300 meters.

The gray clouds are ahead.

‘No more killing. ’

However.

There's a purpose to it anyway.

“Let's get started. ”

Raise one hand.

Whoo-hoo!

It tears the air.

The clouds twist in the howling air, opening the way.

Dozens of aircraft turned the Druze star upside down and circled it.

“My blood! I give my soul!”

“I'll stab my heart with a white rose thorn that says you! ”

“I will renew the world with your corpse, goddess of peace! ”

“Look at me! Please, just look at me once.

Please! No! Ignore me! Ignore me cruelly! Do not let this wretched believer see your noble gaze! ”

“The use of my life is an amazing reward! Here's your reward!”

Everyone who was there was voluntarily devoting their spirit spirit to the Necromancer.

I firmly believe that I can use the training I've accumulated, my magic, my ability, my pain, and my Gizgerai to crush and use it like OK1.

The Necromancer on the central aircraft is facing down with two burning fists.

I pushed out.

Gurrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Chest, face, legs, feet in fists.

The whole body is covered by a long sentence of a red Ancient.

There is a blaze in the sky.

At the fire, Gizgerai smiles brightly.

‘That's... better than I thought. ’

A flower that does not wither.

Flowers that don't fall.

Molten Dragon Fire, Ten Thousand Fire.

A flaming storm swept through the sky in dozens of cracks.