The Branded Female Fencer

"This guy, he disappeared..."

Within the end or not of Doom's words, the sphere opened its eyes slightly, piercing the bodies of the Dooms with a magical activation that would not allow them to say whether or not. Doom and Osiria were fine even when pierced by red light, but the man eater with the reality was mortally wounded in an instant and feathered abandoning his flesh. The body of the warcraft she possesses was also supposed to be a fairly high warcraft.

Doom was at the same time under attack, deforming evil spirits into swords and cleaving demons in one letter. It was when Doom clapped out in a less paltry manner than he thought.

"Byyyyyyyy!"

A demon, mutilated by a single letter, suddenly screamed. He screamed from his mouth, which appeared all over his body, loud enough that Doom accidentally suppressed his ears.

Not only did Osiria converge his magic, but he crushed it. Look at the crushed warcraft, Osiria snaps.

"What the hell?"

"... could be bad"

"Huh?"

Doom leaked pompously, and he was even more alert to his surroundings. And then he punched his tongue and suddenly ran out of hand with Maneater and Osiria.

"Shit, they totally did it! This guy's on alert!

"Alarm?"

"That's right. This Warcraft has no role in defeating this one. Instead, you scream when you're defeated, and you call on the other guardians. All the warcraft and demons here serve a purpose together, guardian of the ruins!

A much blacker and huge shadow appears before Doom tries to jump through with all his might. A suddenly paused doom in the air, but even he felt a chill on his back as his black, long-faced plump face peeled over the doom. There's nothing on that face. Just a sharp tooth and a ripped mouth on the side were pointed at the Dooms.

Doom accidentally retreated with all his might. Then some kind of shock wave was falling overhead like rain from the edge where the Dooms retracted. If the retreat had been delayed even for a moment, the Dooms would have snapped feathers on the ground.

At a certain distance, now a demon emerged from the sidewalk with elongated limbs and torso. Demons like dolls connecting metal bars came to wipe the Dooms out with their sword-like right arms as they wet and sharply deformed their bodies.

Doom tried to be attacked by the evil spirits, but Osiria pushed Doom down at once. Over its head the evil spirits were mutilated and misty. Doom's eyes open to surprise.

"I slaughtered the evil spirit!?

"It may have properties! Don't be alarmed!

If an enemy has properties against evil spirits, a blow is likely to be deadly. When the Dooms regained their posture, they immediately moved away from the enemy as well. But enemies emerge from all directions, from all directions. The Dooms fled to the dark clouds. Because I didn't think any enemy would fight properly and be safe.

If you take the time. Or maybe you can win. But the goal now is not to crusade or train warcraft. The goal is to bring some artifact (artifact) back from this site. The Dooms were spending all the power they could have on escape and combat avoidance.

One of these days they go out into one big room. When they approached the room, Doom and the others felt that their pursuit hands were gone. At the same time, I noticed an old man sitting in the center of the room full of wrinkles. Is he a madman or a wise man?

While the Dooms guarded the old man, they walked over once. Because I couldn't pull it off now.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Ho ho ho. I'm sitting down, look. Don't you see?

In response to the tone I saw the other person under, Doom came to his senses when he was returned with foolish words. But Doom is not alarmed. I carefully circled around the old man and observed the condition.

"Hmm, I need to ask Grandpa something."

"Of something?

"Who's Grandpa?

"As you can see, it's Grandpa. Depending on what you see, you may look like a young man or a beautiful woman."

"Just kidding. What's your name?"

"When you ask a person for a name, don't you name it from your Lord"

"It's Doom."

"Tutetsu."

The old man answered loosely, rubbing his beard. Doom keeps asking questions as he sees how it goes.

"What is this ruin?

"The question is too vague. Squeeze more."

"When did you get this ruin done?

"When. That's a tough question. It was already there when I was in the world. I don't even know."

"Then how long has Grandpa been alive?"

"I don't know that either. I've never been out of this place since I was born, so I don't know how to count time, no matter what the concept of time is. So even if they say how old I am, I don't have the answers."

"That's a funny story. Then what are you eating and living for so long?

"If you stay still, your stomach won't be so empty, and if you're free, you should eat. Because the bait is only there."

Osirian's spine turned upside down. To this point, there was also the nativity of plant-like things, but whether it was edible or not was even suspicious. No way, if you describe the demons you've encountered earlier as bait, the bottom ignorance of this old man is very understandable.

Osiria saw Doom, but Doom seemed to have the same sentiment again.

I see you're the lord of this floor.

I don't care what you think.

"I want to go to the next floor. Tell me how to get there."

"I can't do that. It's consultation."

"I see, is there a next floor?"

Doom grinned and the old man moved his eyebrows for the first time.

"It's like a ghost, and wisdom seems to go around there"

"Thanks for the compliment. So, if you're not gonna let me through, what am I gonna get here?

"It's up to you."

When the old man put his finger on the ground, a box appeared on the three sides. The box, which also appeared to be a black stone column, was three sizes large, small and medium. Doom flashes his face.

Continued