The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

In the final layer of Farbnil, "Between the Gold," -

I am a white girl who is a family member - I grumbled to rebuke my off-duty words.

"Kill Farbnil..."

"Yeah."

She nods and sees the golden dragon, Farbnil.

Farbnil snorts as well.

"Farbnil is the limit..."

'Limits?'

"Yeah, lifespan"

Return the forehead you were holding up again, and look at me off the road.

Caramel colored eyes become invisible hidden in the forehead again.

"Fall is dying soon. So... he wants me to kill him before he does."

The last part was a faint voice.

Or I didn't know what that meant.

I'm dying of life soon, so kill me before then?

What's this all about?

"Ha... off the road, that doesn't explain it enough"

Ferbnil opened his mouth with a mixed voice of twitching.

"Lord off the road. I'll take over from here."

Just, Ferbnil looks at me with his jewel-like eyes.

That's so powerful. I also feel the fluctuations of magic bin.

This is the labyrinth lord of the Eighth-Generation Labyrinth...

If the pills hadn't worked, you must have been super freaked out.

I mean, he was definitely running away.

"The reason I called you here. That's because, as the girl said earlier, my life expectancy is running out"

"Life span......?

"That's right. My life expectancy is almost over. No, to be precise, is it right to say that my personality will be eaten by the nucleus of the labyrinth..."

"What's going on?

I'm even more confused by Farbnil's explanation for not getting the guidelines.

"... With that said, I hadn't heard your name yet, Lord off the road. What's your name?

'... it's Earth'

"Well, then it's Earth. You know there are several kinds of dungeons? It's not about the quality of the demons we live in, it's about style, it's about fundamental differences."

Suddenly the story flew to another place altogether.

I also wondered why we were talking about the dungeon, okay?

Differences in dungeons, not demons or stylistic features that also emerge, but differences in fundamental parts......

That's what reminded me.

That's what Elibel said before.

"Is that you? Is that the difference between a dungeon created as a result of a demon dwelling or a dungeon created by a labyrinth nucleus in self-defense?

To my answer, Farbnil snorts.

Apparently, he was right.

"Yes, a dungeon created by a demon - especially a cave-like dungeon - will not collapse at the end of its demon life. And the dungeon where the labyrinth nucleus exists can continue to exist as long as the labyrinth nucleus is not destroyed, that is, as long as the magic is not exhausted, but if the labyrinth nucleus is destroyed, that dungeon collapses"

And, says Farbnil.

"There is one more thing in that classification, to be exact. It's a dungeon where the nucleus of the labyrinth merges with the demons and is born."

"Demons fuse with labyrinth nuclei...?

"That's right. In that case, the lifespan of the dungeon depends on the lifespan of its labyrinth lord. And if the vessel labyrinth lord dies, the labyrinth nucleus that was taken in will also disappear at the same time"

That said, Farbnil gets up and sticks his nails to his body.

"Become!?

What are you doing all of a sudden!?

Chicks, blood drips, and the smell of blood fills.

And a small golden sphere is hidden from view from between its meat.

It's a surface pulsating like a heart.

It's like he's alive.

A dense wave of magic I feel.

I guess that golden sphere has tremendous magic.

"This is the labyrinth nucleus of this dungeon. Once, four hundred years ago, I ate this labyrinth nucleus and made this dungeon. And since then, I have maintained this dungeon as the vessel of this labyrinth nucleus"

The wound fits within seconds and revives clean golden skin.

"But......... that's close to the limit now too. My life expectancy as a creature, as a dragon, is about to run out. Mineral dragons are originally a short-lived species. Now you're forced to make up for it with the magic of the labyrinth nucleus."

Phew, and Farbnil sighs.

That was some tired, tired, old man kind of trick.

Are you short lived even in two or four hundred years? A dragon...

Well, I'm a loose breed that takes a hundred years to grow up, too.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

"With the magic of the labyrinth nucleus, you're forcing yourself to extend your life, aren't you? Why, so we can talk about killing me?

"Yes, there it is."

Farbnil has a tone like I've noticed.

Something, don't get angry.

"There's nothing wrong with me dying alone. The problem is... my family and the dungeon."

"Family and dungeons?

"If I take in the labyrinth nucleus, if I die with my life expectancy, my family - and the dungeon - will take me on the road."

'- What?'

"I told you earlier. If the labyrinth nucleus breaks, the dungeon also collapses. The labyrinth nucleus, which has lost its“ vessel ”called mine, loses its function as it is and collapses with the dungeon. The same goes for demons created and controlled by labyrinth nuclei. If we lose the strut, the collapse begins later in the chain. So the labyrinth nucleus is desperate to keep me alive. Thus healing wounds and always providing magic."

But Farbnil says.

"There is only one way to avoid it"

That's what Farbnil looks at me again.

"That's why I called you here, Earth, the Lord of the girl off the road. To entrust you with everything."

Complete.

Is that so?

In other words, the purpose of Koz is -.

"Kill me, Earth. And you're gonna get everything you need on Farbnil."

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

"- Transfer of" vessels ”. In other words, transplanting Farbnil's labyrinth nucleus into another demon while still alive spares the collapse of the dungeon. Is that what this is all about?

Elibel affirms.

In light of the current situation and her previous knowledge, she came to the conclusion that she would say so.

Honestly, it was the least I wanted it to hit, but the world is as much a hit as an unpleasant prediction.

In contrast, Farbnil's family Robn nodded slowly.

"Yes... Fall's death is near. Before that... ha... ha... by replacing the vessels of the labyrinth nucleus, the dungeon will spare us the collapse"

Elibel stared at it with a chilling glance.

"... does calling from outside mean that you and your family can't be" vessels ”? Not even adventurers. Is it true that you brought that idiot in because he's homologous to, or close to, Farbnil?

"Yes... ha... ha... I apologize for imitating you... but as us, this is the only way..."

"Ugh, bogus!

"Gaha!!

Before Robin finishes saying it, Elibel swings the wand full again, punches Robin, and rolls down the ground again.

"- Damn. I mean, it doesn't mean a grand suicide. That's a really annoying story. The purpose of breaking us up and fighting the Hierarchists was to smoothly circulate the" magic of other dungeons ”into Ferbnil and make it easier to replace them, right? For that matter, you and your people have a lot to live for."

…………

Robn doesn't answer.

However, that orbital flame was obscured by the grit and readiness.

I guess there was something about this skeleton that I thought was different too.

On top of that, as a relative, he helped Farbnil commit suicide.

And the LORD, and the sacrifices, and all sorts of other things, on the balance,

But that stuff, it's less than dog shit for Elibel.

It's just shit that's futile, worthless, and pointless.

"It's me, you don't like suicide volunteers. I don't understand how he feels about dying from himself. Not fun, not exciting, not funny. How many lives would it take to live? It's happiness to survive even when you die."

"You, the dead man, say it?

It's a joke that's not funny, Roben says.

"Aren't you stupid? You must have died because you wanted to live."

I'm not kidding, and Elibel squeaks magic into her wand.

And a red complex sorcery formation unfolded at his feet.

- I'll show you.

Remove the demon stone from the nostalgia and shatter it.

Refill the magic and pour magic into the formation again.

"To your stupid thoughts, and to this dungeon, I'll give you a wind hole. I'm sure that idiot will do the same."

The sorcerers shine, and countless lights cover Elibel.

It was a procedure I had never seen before.

An incomprehensibly complicated maneuver, even for Robn, who excelled in his magic.

But Robin thought honestly.

- He said it was beautiful.

I thought I'd excelled at witchcraft. So much so that even he could spot it.

For a moment, I felt like I saw a beautiful woman in that light.

There's a woman like a beautiful goddess with silver hair, as if she were coming out in a myth.

Roben, forgetting his mission as a family member, became fascinated by the sight.

"I told you that, wouldn't you think I'd ever turn back?

In the final layer of Farbnil, "Between the Gold," -

"No."

I turned down Farbnil's suggestion without comment.

"... what?

Looking terribly surprised, Farbnil looks here.

'I said no. Instead of you, I'm not going to be a vessel. I'm so sorry I killed you. "

- Dokun.

"Why? If you were a dragon, if you were a demon, you'd understand the value of this labyrinth nucleus, right? Breaking performances and magic, powerful dungeons, mighty powers, it all becomes your thing. And yet, why refuse to do so? Do you want time to think, if..."

'No, I don't need it. I don't have to think about it.'

"... what? - Gu..."

- Dokun.

'I have my dungeon. Besides, I don't want that kind of power. I don't need your help. "

Clear rejection.

My mind was flipping, but either way, I would have said no.

It's not what I found out about this dungeon.

Besides, more than that, I was feeling angry.

Hilariously, look at the girl off the road.

As always, I can't read that look by hiding in my long hair.

But now I know.

As a family member, now that you have clearly recognized her, what is she thinking and feeling?

The memories and thoughts flow into me.

So I get it.

- How much, though, is she suffering?

Again, I look at Farbnir.

Docun.

………………

Farbnil stays on his knees.

However, the atmosphere is different from that of earlier.

What the hell is wrong with you?

"Ah!"

A girl off the road raises her voice.

"No! Fall! Not if they swallow you! Come back here!

The voice was like a terrible panic.

Get drunk?

What are you talking about - ugh!!?

My spine froze.

The identity of that chill is right in front of you.

It was a huge killer emanating from Farbnil.

"... you said earth. Sorry."

'What...?

- Dokun.

"... it seems to be the limit now"

It was the next moment.

The color of Farbnil's eyes changed.

From a deep sapphire-like clear blue to a ruby reminiscent red.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

And growl.

The roar echoed on the floor as it rocked the whole dungeon.

'What... what!? Shit.'

The enormous amount of magic emitted frightens and irritates my skin.

"... the fal... the fal has been drunk"

Pompous, off-the-way girl squeaks.

"Been drunk?

The answer to the question was found in a voice emanating from in front of me.

"I accept Ke Jinnu... new tanal vessel... intruder... vessel ninaranu fool... consumer se, consumer se, consumer se! Dungeonno Intruder Elimination Srl"

Bumps and squeals. Ferbnil comes at me.

Anyway, that mechanical audio reminds me of my dungeon's labyrinth nuclear gizzie.

Oh, Cheng Cheng, is that so?

"Is this the will of the“ labyrinth nucleus ”in the fervenil..."

When I saw the girl off the road, I snorted.

Farbnil said.

He says his life is being forcibly prolonged by the magic of the labyrinth nucleus.

And this is what Elibel's record said.

The labyrinth nucleus itself has something like "will."

Labyrinth nucleus in the furbnil, its defensive instinct as a dungeon.

I guess the labyrinth nucleus in him recognized me as a clear “enemy” when I turned him down as a Furbnil vessel.

Furbnil's defensive instinct as a dungeon.

That's what overrides reason.

Killing eyes don't talk gaze from me.

"Ha......"

I sigh.

Really, it's an annoying story.

If you want to kill yourself, die on your own.

To be honest, I was pretty unpleasant.

Indeed, Farbnil must have suffered.

By dying, hundreds of dungeon demons will die, and by the collapse of the dungeon, even the people of the Hazan Empire built on it will be caught in an unprecedented catastrophe.

But what's that?

It's none of my business.

So, where can you get me or my family involved?

Sure, I'm bad, too.

I didn't even realize that I had been born off the road, and I was easily caught in a trap set up by him, and I came to the dungeon of mushrooms, which was bad enough too.

But, Farbnil.

You realize that?

How much weight your actions have caused my family to carry off the road.

The weight of asking one's friends to kill themselves at last.

You know exactly what I'm talking about?

That's the worst thing that's ever happened to you, betraying your off-road trust?

"GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Ha ha, I guess you haven't heard my voice or my off-duty voice.

Defensive instincts as dungeons have completely overridden reason.

Oh, okay, Farbnil.

I'll kill you, as you wish.

But your wishes won't come true.

I won't make it happen, never.

"-" Armed ""

Activate Alchemy.

My body is being reassembled.

Turn your hands and feet into inorganic armaments.

"Gaaaaaaaa!!!

- Come on, let's go.

He used me and my family.

I'll take responsibility for that.

Let the last battle begin.

A dragon who wants to die - that hope, the battle for eternity.