The Branded Female Fencer

But before Alphilis found out what would be Anomaly's workshop, there were already people stepping into it. It is a layer with phantom beasts.

The entrance to the workshop was the Demon King. The giant demon king hidden under the snow was a giant mouthy demon king connecting the underground workshop with the outside. Layers and Orolons storm through the gap where a flock of yamazoos could stick into your mouth. Tapping on the core part of the Demon King, the Demon King's mouth was doomed without ever closing again, leaving it sloppily open.

But even when its mouth opened, it needed to descend roughly perpendicular, and the entrance, which was the mouth of the demon king, slipped as it drifted with mucus, giving the phantom beasts the feeling that they could not leave permanently when it fell to the bottom of the Naruto. Still, the phantom beasts did not try to stop the advance. They stuck the fangs and nails of their dead companions against the meat wall and went down as scaffolding. Only the Yamazoos could get off that giant, so the long-lasting Vitara became disillusioned with humans and was set to descend below.

Vitara, who became a human figure, was a martial artist. Only his eyes kept a gentle light, and he watched over the elites that went down there.

"Well, I got into a bad taste,"

"That's huge."

It was in the open place that the phantom beasts descended. From the extra space where roughly 500 + beasts still met together, there were several trails stretched. It was a maze-like structure.

But it is clearly an artificial place. That was the proof that there were pine lights at each entrance. But the road behind it only glows in thin green, suspiciously, and beyond it there awaits a creepy darkness, like a demon with wide open mouths.

"Which Way to Go"

"Explore it simultaneously in small numbers?

"No, not that the road ahead isn't even further divided. Let's say we attack here one by one in some cohesive numbers, and if nothing, we'll even mark it on the road."

"Fine."

The phantom beasts made a quick decision. When they each dispersed into a herd of about 100, they went into the trail at a wind-like speed. Layer chose the herd he would join by instinct, but happened to behave with the herd led by Vols.

"Whoa, human. Are you coming over here?"

"It just so happens."

The layer begins to run at the same speed as the kibba leopard. At night they proceeded unceasingly along the roundabout path, and in the branch they quickly divided and explored, only as much as Vols instructed with his jaw. Seeing as they seemed to be walking orbitlessly, they were using howls to recognize each other's places, rendezvous, again finely divided, and proceeding with their exploration without getting lost.

Have you been sick for about a moment? Vols put the herd together once on the Trident for a small pause. Layer and Vols stick their noses together with nature and start consulting.

"Hum, that's huge. I don't even see the whole thing yet."

Will the rest of the herd be safe?

"I can't say anything because I haven't encountered the enemy yet. Have you noticed anything more than that?

"Oh. Who built this aisle?

The Vols, told by Layer, saw the passage they came through. The aisle was almost circular and was made to have some cylindrical shape. The ground was not flat, but the walls and ceilings could see a small trench-like structure.

Vols was caught in a strange sensation, but Layer's expression seemed more serious.

"What are you trying to say?

"This much breadth, who do you think made it?

"You said it wasn't an army of armor called Hecaton Kale."

"Surely they will come through. They must have put some kind of paint on the wall there. Even if they're the ones who don't know how tired they are, they're not going to have that many, and it's a strange story to make this wide aisle."

"So what are you trying to say?

"Think it sounds like some kind of passage. Like earthworms, for example."

Vols looks around again to point out the layer. Not that there are earthworms on this earth, but earthworms are huge, about three times the size of humans, and the torso turns almost the same as the back length of humans. The staple foods are insects and grasses contained in the soil, and even the giant ones do not first advance and strike humans. If the Alliance were to have a crusade request, it would have been time to have a flock of earthworms in the new opening. The presence of earthworms means that the soil is stirred up and fattened, but even if new crops are planted, they are dug back, which makes it very annoying.

But the place Vols now looks around is not the soft soil where earthworms can dig back. It is a solid formation. Even if humans used tillers, it was a hard-won solidity.

"How big an earthworm are you when you go through all these places?

"You don't really want to think about it."

"But when we meet, we just eliminate it. Well, it's time for a break. Shall we move on?"

I heard Vols say that. I heard arrowheads, baskets, and digging into something. The stepped foot stops, both Vols and Layers.

"... what, what's the sound now?"

You're getting closer.

Layers raised their guard, but something passed in one of the triangles where layers stared, in the space far ahead. Layers don't struggle with this degree of lighting because the night will hear them, but Vols doesn't seem to be that far either.

"What, did you go through something?

"Oh, that's the direction I came earlier. But it's strange, something 'vertical' came through. There shouldn't have been such a sidewalk."

"No way, 'something' that made this road?

"Might be"

Layers followed and tried to find out who they were, that's when.

Continued