The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

In the laboratory of the Dungeon Deep Elibel...

Saint Dragon Elja was lying on a bed in the laboratory.

The effect of Gizzy's multiple-junction expired, and healing magic became available, and the moment she healed her wound, she fell asleep like mud.

This bed, by the way, is not for Elibel - it is undead in the first place, so no sleep is needed - it is for Berk, her assistant and family.

However, since Berk is also associated with Elibel's research day and night, and falls asleep (fainting) on the spot, using the bed itself is rare.

For this reason, Elja is asleep in a relatively brand-new bed, softly coveting.

"Uh-huh... Master Earth... no... we're still pre-marital... hehe..."

"Ha, you look unnerving."

Hilariously Elibel looked on the side of it, but looked as if she was not nervous.

Maybe even happy dreams.

I have a nightmare in reality and my hair, so I want it to be as happy as it is in my dreams.

"Well, I appreciate that."

Next to Elja sleeping, Elibel is operating a terminal that extends from a polar-colored sphere at an awesome speed.

While Elja is asleep, she's trying to analyze her ecological data.

Hair and blood collected, skin cells, plus tears and urine obtained in dungeons.

I have already done palpation and magic scans while I was asleep.

I wanted to chop it up and drool it if I could, but it weighed itself down.

We're in the middle of putting them on the parser and pulling out detailed data.

The monitor has a tremendous amount of numerical lines and letters typing into it.

I can't see her fingertips bluffing as she taps the terminal.

Elibel's arithmetic and analytical abilities are three times those of Gizzy.

I have not named Dada a wise man.

"Hmm, is this the Holy Dragon... Cheng Cheng, that's a tremendous amount of magic. I can't say anything because I'm in a humanized state, but at least I'm more than a disaster class sure...... The state of the Holy Dragon would definitely be more magical than this."

Look at the punched data.

"The basic attribute is“ fire "- the“ light "of the derived attribute in the form that accompanies it, and the attribute of“ thunder ”. Magic circuits and attribute correction enhance magic a few times more effective than normal demons.

Furthermore, it is possible to obtain magic from the outside like the White Fei Dragon, but is that conditional on sunlight? Well, there are rumors that the White Feilong is the family of the Holy Dragon. Besides, this is the “inherent magic" of Saint Dragon... Cheng Cheng, this is- "

Results of the analysis shown.

That was all that could overshadow Elibel's common sense so far.

Awesome fun.

The joy of touching the unknown, completely new.

Superb irregular.

There's nothing more fun to do.

Elibel was excited by an uncontrollable curiosity.

I was so slightly overwhelmed by the rest of the excitement.

Well, since you're undead, I'm afraid you can't mess with me because you don't have an array.

And I was convinced.

If we apply her abilities, we can restore Earth to its original state.

No, on the contrary, to ascend to the next stage, or even regain your own power in your lifetime...

"... boulders, dragon king species. Interestingly enough, it's loaded with new discoveries. Ha, I want an autopsy. The book" Description of the Dragon King Species "I saw in my lifetime, every page was intentionally“ torn ”... so this is what happened. Totally, you fucking bitch, you're hiding something that looks so funny... Huh!

More than two hundred years ago, when Elibel was still “alive," she reads a book called "Descriptions about Dragon King Species" in the Royal Library of the Bolhelic Kingdom.

It is a book written about one of the few Dragon King species on the continent.

However, I remember that it was a worn out defective book that was easy to describe as a doodling book.

I thought it was a meaningless book because it was almost useless at the time and only written knowledge that Elibel already knew, but now I know.

The page was deliberately misinterpreted.

I probably did that...

"Eribel! I've been hunting for the right material! Is this enough?

A voice rang from behind me by Elibel, who was just thinking.

Looking back, there stood a skeleton wearing a black robe and carrying a large sickle on his back.

The appearance would fit perfectly with the image of a Western reaper.

The race is Death Road.

The individual's name is Robn.

Farbnil, the man who led the family and made it the ninetieth hierarchy lord, who fought Elibel to death.

Behind it, a legion of Necromancers, forged by Elibel, is falling neatly.

"Back off - back off, back off -" there's even someone whining.

... Must be a mistake to look at.

The undead can't be tired.

"Oh, Robin, that was fast."

"If it's Mr. Elibel's favor, of course. Besides, this will extend Fall's life, so it's only natural to cooperate."

In contrast to his previous majestic tone, Robin passes his stuff to Elibel in a crushed tone.

Maybe the way it feels right now is his vegan.

Elibel checks the contents of the bag she received.

Inside, there were large quantities of rare materials used to experiment with witchcraft, such as medicinal herbs and demonic stones.

The fusion of the Farbnil dungeons with the Earth dungeons allows their Farbnil families to leave freely, not only in the dungeons, but also on the ground.

Regardless, the demons on the surface close to the Hazan Empire were asked to remain in the dungeon, but the demons on the deep with little activity in the dungeon - especially demons such as Roben and Autel, who became instant fighters - were asked to restore the earth and obtain scarce materials that could extend the life of Farbnil.

Incidentally, another family member, Autel, struck her hand with a hidden footage of Tres taken by Elibel.

He then also promised to make effective use of his inherent magic for hidden photography.

It's new to my memory that I exchanged nosy, hot handshakes that Torres Tan's hidden photography would spare no cooperation.

There's something perverted about each other.

"............ yeah. The quality doesn't seem to be a problem. Thank you, Roben. Thank you."

"Oh, that's not a big deal. And if it's for Mr. Elibel..."

He doesn't even look at Robin trying to say something, and Elibel takes a piece of parchment out of his drawer.

"Yes, then this. Next list."

"I 'm--" Huh? Oh, yes. "

Half-hearted, Robin receives parchment reflexively.

And I almost fainted when I saw the name of the item on that list.

"Well, good luck with that, Roben. It'll be hard, but I think it's the only thing you can do. Good luck with that."

Pong and Elibel encourage Roben as she puts her hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah! Of course! If it's for Mr. Elibel, I'll gather it right away to show you what it's made of!

"That's intent. I hope so, Roben."

"- Eh! Yes! Leave it to me! Look, you guys! Next mission! Let's get out of here!

With that said, Robin took the Legion of the Necromancers and immediately dived out the transfer gate.

Whatever that looks like, it doesn't look like the head of a majestic Farbnil family member, it looks like a junior or new hire in a club that will be used as a parsley.

And then, from the eyes of the Legion of Necromancers behind him, it would be my fault that something glowing was flowing.

It's undead.

There's no way I'm going to cry.

I'm not tired of saying "I want to rest now," "I want to become a Buddha," or "get back to me."

I'm sure it's your fault.

"... work well, they are"

Berk had a relaxing view of the situation.

The Legion of the Necromancer was exhausted, but the magic and quality it felt was clearly more sophisticated than before.

"By the way, what did you ask for?

"Hmm? See the list?

Berk asks me to show him the list.

And I couldn't help but notice.

Even he, who lived for a long time, had written such rare material that he had never seen it on several occasions.

"... Um, Master Elibel. This is all the material that is difficult to obtain even in Non...?

"Okay, Berk? There's no point in using the one you can use until you can't move, right? It's okay, if it breaks, it will be improved properly - because I will treat it."

Smile.

Oh, he's a ghost.

Berk thought so again.

Well, if that's what he wants, is that okay?

Those who are attached to each other have not accumulated.

"Well, then the real deal is coming, Berk. We're going to work on creating a special effect to restore Earth's flesh."

"I'm in awe"

The two begin experimenting on the basis of the data obtained.

Elibel sees Elja lying down.

"Ugh... Master Earth, you can't do this here... don't lick the scales on your neck like that... that's proof of your turn... hehe..."

"Ha... I don't feel this nervous, you look like that idiot..."

Really, this kid sleeps with a face that doesn't even feel nervous.

Shouldn't we remember what we call a little more alert?

I don't know how much I stumbled into it, but the opposite lacks fun.

Nevertheless, Elibel opens her mouth.

"... why am I so upset with this kid then?

It was earlier that I remembered.

It was when Elja was over the monitor making a grand confession of love toward Earth.

I remember being strangely upset at that time.

It's strange to think about it now.

How could you be so angry?

"What's wrong?

Berk, who works next door, asks.

"No... it's nothing"

That's what Elibel says. Back to work.

Anyway, now, I need to get some sagging data while she's asleep.

Later on about my mood.

Yes, I told myself, and Elibel was immersed in the work.

No one realizes what is close to them.

Once she sought a boyfriend, searched for someone destined, made numerous matches, bombed the venue each time, drove the other man to death and demon-remodeled him, and repeated acts of terrorism once she found a rear charge all over the city.

I've resented having a boyfriend, resented married people, burned everything, and destroyed it.

Clarify and be damned.

But that's why she never really liked anyone.

That's why she didn't realize who that emotion was sprouting on herself.

It's a little further to know who “that emotion” she sprouted on herself like that...