The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

At first I didn't know where I was.

It just feels like sinking into deep, deep water.

The water intertwines with itself and the body dissolves little by little.

- Where are we?

I don't know.

The feeling of mixing, melting, and becoming a part of the water yourself.

In it, the color of "her” emitted a different colour.

In clear water, so that a drop of paint is mixed and colored.

The human soul was too strong in color for what was originally a thin being.

That is all the more so if you are a skilled magician.

Slowly, but surely, the color changes in the water.

Still, her consciousness never appears on the table.

Gradually, its existence should have been diluted.

Just restore that soul to magic and be used as a source of power.

In a few more days, that soul would have been completely restored to magic and “she” would never have appeared on the table.

- - I don't want to die.

Until I heard that voice...... until I saw what she looked like.

Yes, unless, for example, the owner of an ingested soul comes across a scene where a person who was in a profound relationship in his lifetime is about to be killed.

- - No, no!

In an instant, its color dominated the water.

No, only for that moment, to be precise, that color ruled the whole thing.

The soul of Lele, the sorceress of the Silver Wolf, came out on the surface of the Golem, twisting and bending the free will of a thousand hands.

And at the same time, a dull sound of bikili ran on its vessel.

In the middle of the dungeon...

"No... Farchanha... Kill Sasenai"

Having seen the sight, Torres was upset.

Thousands of hands, why are your people pointing blades at themselves?

That's what she didn't know.

Attacks are hostile. It's what we do against the enemy. It's not what you do to your allies.

"Hmm?

Torres is not good at thinking.

The thought is young, not flying among the three Golem Homunculus.

She doesn't know what happened to a thousand hands.

So here's what she concluded.

Thousand hands said their hands slipped.

By chance, he pointed a blade at himself.

Because we are family members.

There must be no betrayal, such as being attacked.

Impossible.

So Tres laughed and said.

"Thousand hands, no, you can't let your hands slip. Over there! The enemy's over there!

Also Torres pointing to Farley.

But a thousand hands attacked Torres.

Torres laughs at it.

"So he said it wasn't this way! What's wrong - Thousand hands!?

Torres starts panicking on boulders. Looks like you finally realize how a thousand hands are not normal.

Berk, who sees it, chants.

"Tres, look closely at him!

You don't speak out because you don't understand who Tres is.

Whatever knights and women adventurers are here, kill them all.

Still, there should be no leakage.

So Berk decided to have a conversation with Tres in his reading.

"There's a strange mix of souls in him. That golem, did you even eat something weird? '

"Hmm...?

That's what they said, Tres remembered.

Sure, that Anne and Una Sister - who said she ate the soul of an adventurer with a thousand hands.

Thanks to this, the performance of a thousand hands has improved remarkably.

Explaining it to Berk, he held his head.

'Oh, my God... Sure, souls can be the most efficient source of magic, but I didn't expect this to happen......'

Berk gives a startling look.

"Torres, that golem, in its rather unusual form, is in the same condition as" non "! To a willed golem!

What do you mean?

"Once upon a time there was a magical experiment to put a human soul into a human-shaped golem and let it have its own self. Non is one of them. Non succeeded, but what else do you think happened to his soul?

………

Torres does not answer.

It was difficult. I didn't know.

"Everyone never absorbed that soul into the Golem and had the will. I couldn't artificially anchor another soul besides human flesh in the first place."

'Well, how could your uncle have been all right?

"My material uses almost exactly the same flesh as my predecessor. Either way, you're more right that you turned your flesh into a golem as it were. Therefore, only Non succeeded. And the soul, if it is inherently taken in, will be slowly restored to magic and become the energy of the Golem, if it does not settle as its own '.

Berk continues his conversation in a chant while attacking an attacking knight.

"But once in a while, there can be a rejection. Perhaps the owner of the absorbed soul was such a strong self-owner. The self of the soul and the original function of the golem are not fused to produce a... Gu!

The knight's attack reaches Berk.

Berk groans.

Again, it is difficult to cut judgment when it is not complete.

But Tres just enters the follow up.

"... Elibel once destroyed the magic laboratory where the experiment was conducted, from an ethical point of view, and sealed all of its contents."

"Didn't your uncle have Mr. Elibel make it for you?

Tres manipulates the light sphere and annihilates the knights in front of him.

But the knights show up from the aisle next.

After that, Mr. Elibel remodeled him again! More than that, the golem in front of you! As I was saying, the risk of experimentation refers to that condition! I don't know what caused it, but the will of my soul is forcing me to intervene in Golem's actions!

So Berk points to the thousand hands in front of him.

'Let's conclude! He's inside. It's a soul overload, and sooner or later, it'll crumble its flesh! With a giant explosion, too! Then this dungeon will be devastated! We just have to destroy it before we do!

Even now the dungeon is brittle and collapsible.

If there's an explosion in that state or something, that's the end of this dungeon now.

Before that happens, crush the “Demon Nucleus” of a thousand hands and shut it down.

That is Berk's conclusion.

But Tres raised his voice against it.

"No, you can't! A thousand hands is a golem made by your father, and he's one of us! I can't believe you broke it!

"If you say so! Look at me!

That's what Berk points to a thousand hands.

Thousands of hands were rampant.

After the tresses have taken their distance, they are now beginning to attack the knights who were nearby.

The knight reduces the number one after the other.

Torres was relieved to see that.

"Oh, I knew a thousand hands weren't going crazy! You're defeating the enemy!

"Look closely. I'm not just rambling on allowance or anything. Perhaps only the emotions of the soul are rampant. The human soul inside and the Golem's original defense function are running wild! The experimental runaway golems all behaved the same! And they all exploded after the rampage."

While doing so, a thousand hands bury the knights one after the other.

And the last knight was defeated.

"Dungeons...... Enemy Ha Eliminated...... Farchan...... Defensive Le"

I also saw Farley, the woman's adventurer.

"Why... why, that golem... give me Mr. Lele's voice..."

I don't even know if I think about it.

But it's a chance.

Thanks to that golem, this place is a mess.

Farley tries to leave the spot as he drags his leg pierced by a laser.

But another demon appeared from the aisle.

It's a giant black rhino demon.

"Become...!?

Farley would have had no reason to know.

That in addition to the normal golem, this middle layer is roaming with various animal types of golem homunculus made by the ground dragon.

It was Gonzo, a rhino-shaped golem homunculus, one of the biggest giants of all, who showed up in front of him.

Animal intelligence is the beast of the wild. Simple therefore.

Gonzo moves to eliminate the intruder in front of him.

"Bufooooooooooo!!"

The rhinoceros demon rushes into Farley as he screams.

It's over. Now it's over.

Farley thought so, but once again, that would hinder him.

"No... Farchanha... Death Nasenai... Shoul... Dungeon... Intruder Elimination... No U... Gonzo... Companion... Dungeon... Fuchan... Companion..."

Again, that multi-armed golem protected Farley.

Use that giant to stop the rhinoceros demon from advancing.

No, I guess it was tough to take Gonzo's assault, which is the heaviest on boulders.

There are cracks all over the place and a number of arms are lifted.

"Bufovo!?

Gonzo must have been surprised, too. I was wondering why you stopped.

"You...... why? No, just now...... No, in the first place, how did Mr. Lele's voice...?

Furry into the spot.

Thousands of hands say when they see it.

"... farchan... buddy dakara... me... next time koso... buddy... guard"

Saying so, Thousand Hands offers Farley two arms.

"... eh, this is what Mr. Lele used...?

Gripped in one arm was a magic wand that I once equipped myself with.

If you use this to use magic, it is an excellent magic tool that will bring its power and effectiveness to the bottom.

"You... could it be... Mr. Lele? Why...?

Watching Farley receive the wand, a thousand hands grab Farley with the other.

And I tossed as many buns as I wanted.

Towards the passage leading to the rift in the dungeon.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Farley gradually turns away as she screams.

A thousand hands when I saw it, no, Lele looked satisfied.

I wanted to take you to the exit if I could, but that's all I could do.

Already - - it was the limit.

"Hoochan...... doka raw kiyan vite......"

That was the last time.

At that moment, the consciousness of the sorceress Lele disappeared completely.

And - - a full-scale rampage has begun.

"A...... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Thousands of hands attack the rhino gonzo they were suppressing gradually.

Even if you hold it down, you have more arms in your hand than that.

Attack Gonzo with all of that.

"Bfowowwwwww!?

Gonzo screams at the amount of extra effort.

"Grrr... Grrr! Thousands of hands. Ugh!

Torres unleashes "Polar Daylight," a magic trick he specializes in toward a thousand hands.

But the effect is thin.

I know that.

The blow now is not an attack.

To draw attention to this one.

And as you aim, a thousand hands stop attacking Gonzo and turn toward Torres.

In the first place, the attributes of Tres' fire are incompatible with a thousand hands made of stone.

In addition, Thousand Hands is a masterpiece created by his father, the Dragon of the Earth, infused with all his passion. Plenty of demonic stones and high magic resistance.

In terms of overall combat power, its rank is general.

Its strength is at the top of the dungeon.

Moreover, its strength is specific to the Battle of the White Soldiers.

By contrast, Torres is a long-range shelling type.

The degraded version of the Holy Sword Levertine also has a strong meaning for artillery aids, not for melee combat, either.

In melee, Torres has worse minutes.

Still, Torres screamed.

"No! Thousand hands! We are family!? You can't hurt Gonzo! Originally...... back to normal!

With the power of Alankari, Torres screams.

And storm into a thousand hands.

"Eliminate... Enemy... Dungeon... Defense..."

Thousand hands use the weapon in their hand to launch an attack on Torres.

An attack carried out from over a hundred hands is a rain of physical attack, unlike Tres' 'polar daylight'.

Of course Torres does.

But Tres, who doesn't like melee fights, can't be cut off.

As we approach, Tres' body is scratched and worn out.

But Tres doesn't stop walking. You can't stop it.

Then, scratching a thousand hand onslaught, Torres held onto the giant.

Berk is surprised to see that.

"Hey, what are you doing! How dangerous do you think he is right now?

But Torres doesn't listen.

"No! 'Cause...' Cause how crazy you've gone, a thousand hands are family! Guys, it's an important family for Tres! So you can't hurt me! Please, a thousand hands! Back to normal! We're family!

"There's an idiot... Huh!

Oh, my God.

Berk missaw the girl who said Torres.

Once, when he fought Slime with her, Berk thought of her as a young, and cruel, girl.

In fact, she had earlier killed knights and adventurers around without any hesitation.

But that was just one side of her.

Tres is a child. So young and cruel.

But more than that, she's too kind.

The enemy has no hesitation whatsoever.

In other words, it makes the lines between allies and enemies clear.

So inside her, she is sweet and gentle everywhere to her family.

Act like you're on the run and say what you want to me.

But that's a reversal of my absolute trust in my family.

Believers believe everywhere. And I won't give up.

I guess that's the “bond” to her people.

Guru Torres strengthens the power to hold a thousand hands.

"... please... go back to normal... thousand hands..."

"Dungeon Guard... L... Companion... Enemy... Elimination... Torres... Family (Kagaku)... Enemy... Enemy Ha Elimination... Torres... Elimination... Huh!!!"

"Thousand hands!!!"

"Come on!"

A thousand swords are waved down.

I don't avoid tresses.

Berk runs, but he can't make it!

And the thousand-handed blow - pierced his own heart area.

"Huh?"

Torres raises his dumb voice.

The sword of a thousand hands was precisely crushing his “demon nucleus”.

A thousand hands that have lost their magic collapse one by one.

At the end of the day, Thousand Kannon Golems, who lost their personality to say Lele, carried out its mission exactly as it was supposed to, while in a state of rampage.

Elimination of the threat of dungeons.

In other words, eliminate Torres himself, who has hurt his family.

"Thousand hands...... thousand hands! What the hell!? What are you doing?

Torres sees a thousand hands slowly falling.

Crumbling, Thousand Hands gently offered their hands to Torres.

I felt a chill, cold stone.

And slowly the mouth of a thousand hands moved.

Oh, meh, no, no.

I thought I said that.

the word at the end Thousand Hands Kanyin Golem Thousand Hands completely shut down the function.

An unspeakable golem transforms its existence into just a stone mass.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Tres cried as he saw the unspeakable stone and the fruitful thousand hands.

Berk watched it in silence.

The hand touches something that was a thousand hands.

"I don't think I'm worried about a rampage... Completely deactivated. If you do, you don't even have to blow yourself up."

Berk speaks pale before crying tresses.

Rhinoceros Gonzo, who was beside him, also watched it in silence.

"... Uncle, Tres doesn't know..."

"What is it?

"- -" Humans, "what? I've done so many thousand hands... what's a" human ”?

Perhaps, for the first time at this time, Torres took an interest in what he meant by “human beings”.

Berk puts his hand on his chin and thinks.

And I answered with just a small voice.

"…" a troublesome creature. "... maybe the best in the world."

…………

I don't know if that got to Tres' ear.

But in the midst of stone and blood, Torres still kept crying.

"It sounds harsh, but let's hurry. We need to get to the bottom of this."

".................. yeah"

Scrub your nose and wipe your swollen eyes.

Torres has missed the crushed nucleus of a thousand hands.

- Good night, thousand hands.

Squeeze like that in your heart.

And Tres and Berk ran out to the depths again.

And deep in the dungeon--

"Ha... ha... ha..."

"Phew... Phew..."

One to confront.

One is the Lord of the Dungeon, the Dragon of the Earth.

And the other is Valed Noard, a great dragon-killer hero.

I'm glad you said the look was blurry with each other.

The scale of the dragon peels off everywhere and bleeds from everywhere.

By contrast, Valed is equally exhausted.

His breath is rough and his face is turning blue and white.

"Phew... really... it's a monster... eh!

"Ha... ha... one more time..."

Claws up hard, the dragon kicks the earth.

The nail is headed straight for Vared.

The battle of the dungeons was about to welcome the good.