The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

On the ninetieth floor of Farbnir, "Between the Dead Emperors," -

On that floor, there was a tremendous sight.

Fire, water, wind, soil.

Magic rewards up to awesome.

Fireballs flying, auspicious winds, tsunamis, cracking floors.

Every sorcery was filling the space.

"Chivalrous Fireball!

"- Eh! Thousands of ice columns!

If Robin unleashes a hundred fireballs, Elibel intercepts him with twice that amount of ice balls.

Ark Skeleton, once known as Sage.

Death Road, known as the King of Death.

Oddly enough, those who have excelled in witchcraft against each other.

If it was something that had a deep understanding of witchcraft, it would have swallowed solitary spit and fascinated the sight.

There's no room for chanting, it's like waving your hands and feet, but all the magic flies.

There was an once-in-a-lifetime offense, which could also be called the ultimate in witchcraft.

Zudon! Zugagagagagaga! Cockroach, kick, shah!

The ice column melts and the fireball goes out.

Killing each other's magic, a moment of silence comes.

Two dead men emerge from the smoke that had dust and steam all over it.

Farbnil, ninetieth tier hierarchy lord Robn, hands the Great Sickle on a black robe.

Elibel Lebenhertz, a wise man, with a white robe and a long cane as long as his height.

The forces are mutually...... but not.

Elibel is being pushed more.

Death Road and Ark Skeleton.

Disaster designation species and general designation species.

The difference was as real as ever.

Once upon a time, it was a story of the past, so to speak of a wise man who extolled all his attributes to the rank of spiritual king.

In the magic power output, Elibel was overwhelmingly inferior to Roben.

Physical specs are different.

This is true even for earlier sorcery. Elibel needed twice that number of ice columns to offset Robin's fireball.

That means that there is a big opening in the magic power and output of both.

"Phew..."

"What's the matter, you're out of breath already, you self-proclaimed sage?

"Ahhh!? That's pretty cute, isn't it? This motherfucker."

"No, they'll look like each other..."

They look exactly the same as each other.

Don't you think it's going to come back to you with a boomerang as it is?

"What are you talking about!? Though it would be completely different!? Are you following me? Is that eye a pit? Toothpick, whiteness, shapes, which is so much more beautiful for me!

......... Should I show you the mirror?

Robn's eyes just seem to bark at the same skeleton, no matter how he sees it - as if it's a different outfit at best.

But to that overly grand thing, I accidentally said, "Uh, maybe the rest is wrong? I think," Roben.

"... we wouldn't have each other, eyeballs..."

"Oh, you did."

......... what the hell is this arc skeleton?

I've lived a long time, but it's been a long time since I've seen someone so emotional even when they're undead.

When most magicians become undead, their character is gloomy due to their negative attributes, and most of them cut off their emotions.

In fact, the ex-human undead that Robin had met so far were equal and significantly lacked their spirituality.

It's been a long time since I've had someone that sounds more like a hit.

Because of this, I get caught up in that conversation.

"- But you're surprised, huh? I didn't think you had the same quadruple attributes as the rest. Sometimes you just call yourself a wise man."

I'm not calling myself that, but Elibel shrugs.

"... you're the one, well, as Death Road, I guess."

While Elibel said so, she was in a bit of a hurry on the inside.

Magic has four attributes called the Basic Four Classes.

It's four things: fire, water, soil, wind.

Most anyone has any attribute, there are those that are rare and double, rarely triple, and extremely rare, but that can handle all four major attributes.

This Death Road - Roben is a magician of all its extremely rare attribute adaptations.

And the amount of magic is high, and the precision of the procedure is extremely high.

Sure, it's a mighty enemy.

There is only the ninetieth hierarchy lord.

Prepare for the next attack, try to erect a barrier, but notice that the opponent's magic is calm.

"You were just insulting Ark Skeleton. He must have been a famous magician in his life."

Apparently, they're going to have a conversation.

It's convenient.

"I say so, so do you. I didn't expect to see you here." Thousand Devil Skills. "

"- Eh!"

That used to be Roben's two names.

Robin's orbital flames faintly shake when he was human.

"... you were aware?

"Yeah. Even so, I'm familiar with history. With all this information in place, it's not that hard. I'm sure... four hundred years ago. A magician with quadruple attributes and said to be a genius who has extremed these two to the rank of pope -" Thousand Demon Skills "Robin Frays. He was famous, wasn't he? It was a few books, and the play was famous. Hey, was that the story of that play true? Talk about ignoring that confession and leaving in a quote that helped the princess of the diaspora by hiding her identity. Me, I got into it pretty good."

"............... it was a long time ago. Besides, the princess had a fiancée. It's not good to have a magician charm."

"Seriously!? So it's true!? Ugh! That's amazing, you!

"Nothing too awesome..."

"So what's the other story? What about the story of a disaster designated species crusade in the Erdo wilderness, the massacre of Irene, the opposite shore of Bowfe?

"... it's all true. Or don't know it well. That was over 300 years ago, wasn't it?

"Hehe, could you not lick me. At the time, I used to go see plays frequently (by myself)! Among other things, the story of" Thousand Demons Skills "was famous. Personally, I looked into history books and stuff."

"... well"

It hit me a little.

I feel strange about what to say when people tell me more about me, even though I was alive.

Honestly, it itches.

"But one time it said in the book that he suddenly disappeared, but I can't believe you're inverting and doing Farbnil's hierarchy master. It was a surprise. Well, thanks to that, I'm able to have a conversation with him, so thank you."

"- Eh!"

Elibel said without any concern, but at that moment Robin's entangling air changed.

"... what's wrong with that?

"... unforgivable?

"What is it?

"... the rest are ex-humans. The ex-human asks the demon, the dungeon, if it is unforgivable to form a demon."

Somewhere, Robn says, including the masochistic sound.

All of a sudden, when asked about it, Elibel snaps her neck.

"What is it, you? Do you feel the burden of working with demons to create a hierarchy of dungeons?

…………

Silence.

That was synonymous with affirmation.

"Aren't you stupid?

"... what?

Oh, my God, is that so?

Elibel says it's really obvious.

"What's wrong with a human being cooperating in a dungeon? It's common in this world for demons and humans to have sex and have a half-blood, isn't it? You really care about little things like that? What kind of hierarchy are you? Aren't you stupid?

Speaking of which, instead of cooperating, I am the head of an ex-human who is taking the initiative and making dungeons with demons.

If you look from that Elibel, Robin looks more unusual who cares about such trivial things.

"- Eh."

Roben was stunned.

Robin's orbital flames swayed tremendously in the likelihood of its values.

Shaken. Not the flesh, but the mind, the spirit.

Robn is convinced.

This Ark Skeleton has it.

Answers I've been worried about for hundreds of years.

"... just one thing, I want to ask"

"What?

"... which do you think is justice, man or demon?

"I don't know that. At least I don't believe in real world good and evil. Fighting is what arises from a clash of claims... Oh, but there's only one absolute evil for me."

"Hmm... what is that?

What is it that people like this affirm as evil?

"Rear charging"

I assure you.

You can't do that.

That's all I can't forgive.

I can't forgive that peachy air.

I never refuse because I could never get married in my lifetime or for that reason.

I don't know.

"........................ what?

Unexpectedly, Robn opens his mouth wide.

"- Kuhah..."

"Hmm?"

"Kuhahaha, kuhahahahaha!!!

Boom.

Roben laughed a lot for the first time in a long time.

Put your hands on your belly and laugh as much as you want.

"What's wrong with that?

"No, it's nothing. I'm just convinced. Understood. That girl really picked the good guys...... then I won't get lost anymore. The rest…, no, I can safely fulfill my mission"

Elibel shakes her neck.

What's so wrong with this skeleton?

I just said I just said what I thought.

But it doesn't matter. It's trivial.

Whatever - thanks to plenty of conversation, I'm ready for this one.

"Correct what I said about being a bastard, like Ark Skeleton, etc. All the best, let's have my whole spirit and entertain you...... nooo!

Don't tell me. No, a drop of lava appeared around Robn.

Its overwhelming calories distort the surrounding atmosphere and Robn's body looks shaky as if it were a pneumonia.

Similar to Torres' 'polar daylight', but the calories you feel are different digits.

"Well, it's a combination of fire and dirt. It's a medium precision."

Without surprise at the sight, Elibel observes.

"Cheng Cheng, this is where the real deal begins..."

Elibel putting up the wand again.

Up to this point, we'll do a little hand-checking on each other.

From here on out, it's the magician's real battle.