The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

Farbnil, on the 68th floor, by the passageway.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Torres was doing everything he could to escape.

It's an all-powerful disease.

Athletes are also a beautiful form in bright blue.

I've tried a lot since then.

I tried every method of attack, including other fire attribute magic taught to me by Elibel, and slaughter by the degraded version of the Holy Sword Levertine, on the maximized "Polar Daylight," but the perversion in front of me was bare.

Why aren't you dying?

Why aren't you burning?

I don't understand. I don't know what that means.

It's like an irrational addition or subtraction to think that only this old man lives in another dimension.

My spirit is upset and shredded.

It breaks my heart.

I think I'm gonna cry.

No, you can't if you cry.

If I cry, I rather feel like I'm going to rejoice in this pervert instead.

'Cause this pervert, he smells the same as Elibel.

Mainly as a pervert.

Because if Elibel's joyful words about when she grumbled and cried without doing well in her previous practice of witchcraft, she still has goosebumps enough.

"Ugh! Torres' tear kitter! I'll wipe it for you! Pelo with his tongue! Straight ahead! '

"Yikes!!!

That's what I said and it hit me.

I don't have any. I'm so sick of you.

It's traumatic.

Nothing but nightmares.

I was alarmed that you would teach me magic.

I knew the pervert was a pervert.

What would have happened if Doss, who stumbled on the brink of getting his hands on his clothes, hadn't busted me with general-style magic?

No, I don't care about that now.

It's a matter of the status quo for now.

"Ugh, I'm coming! I want it! - It's a red flame! Take that cloud and block my enemies!" Red Smoke "!"

Bohun and a red smoke appear in front of Autel.

Fire Attribute Primary Magic "Red Smoke".

Well, in short, I'm blind.

"Whoa, whoa, it doesn't work! It won't work!

Boom, and a perverted gentleman coming from the smoke, towards Torres without hesitation.

How do you know exactly where we are!?

Already, I've left the floor with the hierarchical lord and run endlessly around the dungeon, but this old man won't let Tres go completely locked on.

Let's die. Really.

"Ugh... what should I do..."

Torres is not good at thinking.

Enemies burn, kill. Simple.

But this pervert won't burn, he won't die.

It's no trouble.

It sucks. Characteristically, tactically.

Or what the hell kind of demon is this pervert?

If I could tell that, I might still grab the thread of the counterattack, but Tres wasn't good at thinking.

"Ugh... Father... Pfft..."

Shit, I'm about to cry for real.

Bear it, bear it, bear it.

I'll just please that pervert if I cry.

And where am I?

I feel like I've come down quite a bit while I'm running around.

That's what I thought I was going to split up.

I wonder which way to go, right or left.

No, I don't have time to get lost! The back is a perverted dead end.

We just have to move on.

"And for now, to the right -"

I tried to turn right - it was that moment,

"Whoa, whoa, I tressed. Are you done with the mess?

I wanted to, but I was surrounded!

I can't smell it!

"Igghhhhhhhhh!?

A criminal regular army, named Pervert with a Red Tide on his cheek, was standing by to block his way.

I'm already catching up.

I mean, I got turned around.

How are you speeding, you pervert!?

"Come on, Tres. Tan, come with me -"

Here we go, emergency evasion along with the spine scare.

I had no choice but to turn left.

I can't help this anymore. It's reflex behavior.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!

Torres screams.

I'll scream as much as I want already.

Probably the most screaming I've ever lived.

If this happens, I'll get away with it.

With that decision in mind, Torres resumed his escape.

I'm not forgetting to help Earth, my father, or rendezvous with Anne, but I can't do it in this situation.

'Cause it's hectic. Huh...

Autel stares at the hindsight thanks to love.

But for a moment.

The look turns into something serious.

"Hmmm...... I was convinced in my previous interactions. Again -"

Kilari and the Otel monocle glow.

Cure slightly disturbed silk hat discrepancies.

Everywhere, a serious look.

Autel affirms with a majestic expression.

"Torres Tan is - - you're not wearing a bra!!

Goddamn it! Open your eyes and be sure.

Oh, by the way, underwear such as bras and drawers exist in this world. Just in case.

"The unevenness of the clothes on the move, the skin tone you can see from the gaps when you bend, and the faint array that rises from the top of the clothes, the smell, no doubt..."

Humph and rough nose.

Oh, the toddler girl is still good. Excellent.

Follow around with love from behind the stump before it blossoms.

Shh, fu, ku.

"Oops... my nose bleeds unexpectedly and I'm serious..."

Wipe your nose with a handkerchief removed from nowhere.

Don't, don't.

It's a serious lapse in the gentleman.

Always sincere, excitement inward, outer calm, paranoia in the brain, always graceful at leisure.

That is the heart, attitude and pride of those who love young girls.

Come on, it's a resumption of the chase (crime in the name of).

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We have to hurry--"

That's what I say, I try to chase Tres.

- - Dokun.

"... Hurry up, or you'll really catch me -"

A moment of discomfort.

However, Autel resumed his chase without even giving him a yawn and tiding his cheeks.

"No, no, no, no! I want to come!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

Polar daylight blurs cheeks, but no problem.

If we go at this rate, we'll be “in time" enough.

Come on, let's keep up the fun fun chase.

In the seventieth layer of Farbnil, "Between Steel Fluids," -

The fierce fighting between the slimes was increasing in intensity.

"Ugh!!" Lung.

"Ugh!!" Pulp.

Peppy! The sound of playing tentacles between slimes.

Gucca! Butch butch butch! The Sound of a Involved and Dead Demon.

"Pfft!" Lung

Bettin '! Goshaaaaaaaaaa! The sound of playing tentacles and smashing walls.

Becha! Meki. The Sound of a Involved and Dead Demon.

"Puuuuuu!!" Plum

JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

"P!? Puuuuuuuuu!" Lung

Biki, kiki, kiki!!! Sound that uses hardening and encourages your own hardening.

"Pfft!? Pu, pu! Puuuuuuuu!!!" Plum

"Pfft! Pfft ~?" Lung.

"PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

- Involved and abbreviated below.

"- Huh!!............ Pfft!" Lung.

"P!? Pu, pu?" Pulp.

"Puppy. Pu Pu, Pu Pu" Lung.

"Pfft, Pfft!!!" Plum

Peppy Peppy The sound of tens of thousands of tentacles playing each other.

Zugagagagagagaga! Something Shatters.

Zudong! Something pierced the sound.

Baki Baki!! Something abbreviated below.

Gaaaaaaaaaa!! Screaming A of Involved Demons.

GISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- omitted below.

- omitted below.

- Below…….

"Phew!?... Pu... Pu... Pu... Pu..." Lung

Tara Sound effects when cold sweat or something.

"Pulu! Pfft!" Pfft

Shh. I do tentacles like shadow boxing. Arr.

".............................. P" Lung

"Pugh?" Pugh

"Pfft... Pfft?" Lung

"Pfft? - Pfft!" Plum

"Plump...... Pfft! Pfft!" Lung

"Phew!?........................ pu" Pulu

Kokri The sound when you snort.

Gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogoo

"............ p?" Lung

"............ Pfft!" Plum

"" Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!! "" Plu/Lung

Cut!!!!

Goshaaaaaaaa!!!

Involved - abbreviated below.

Involved - Below

Roll - Hereinafter......

Corpse.

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"Pu... Pu..." Lung.

"Phew... Phew..." Phew

"........................" Lung.

Shh. The sound of tentacles being offered.

"P......!?" Plum

"P...... Pfft!? Pu, pu, pu! Pulu!" Lung.

".................. Pugh!" Plum

Gash! The sound of tentacles holding hands together.

- - It's settled.

Thus, an end was struck to the fierce battle between the slimes.

Everything is destroyed, and on the bodies of hundreds of demons, the two slimes laugh.

There were two slimes of dungeons, crossing the fence of their families and joining hands.

No one puts in the penetration that at least you're talking about an incident, or a better portrayal of the situation, or you're too appropriate.

Because there's nobody here but them.

Farbnil, seventieth layer, "Between Steel Fluids" -

Winner Plu & Lung

The demons of the victim-involved dungeon.