The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Let the ground shake a shell that separates the hierarchies, and the hot gas blows up.

That temperature, and the ingredients, would have been the murder weapon, rather than the heavy bass ringing with the shgogogogoggles.

The gray smoke, which is already blowing up from the 56 tiers by ripping off the dust, reaches, by the way, the 55 tiers of ceiling, winding the vortex and spreading around it.

A strange odor that reaches Nielenberg, which stands where it has become. I thought this was it. If Nielenberg shifted his gaze from heaven to the vent, there were several soldiers down there.

Gas erupted suddenly as the ground sounded, full of stench, bulging and falling companions. Soldiers confused by the likelihood of an attack from the lower level.

Nielenberg's voice, shouting, "Get off the stairs," cannot reach the soldiers because of the hustle and sound of the eruption. A group of people rushing to help their fallen companions fall down before they reach them.

Will the Labyrinth Crusaders perish here in the poisonous gas that rapidly reaches out the devil's hand?

All units, continue with me!

At that time, a strong will similar to compulsion pierced the Labyrinth Crusaders.

I didn't hear a voice. Specific instructions were not communicated. But all the Labyrinth Crusaders thought, "Continue later."

General Leonhardt, the Golden Lion. His skill, Lion Roar, improves his ability to distribute and serve as a group with one will. His skills, which also resemble intense charisma, have now led him to find his way.

Instantly confusion subsides, and the will of all armies gathers in Leonhardt.

"Wace, plug it. Just for a short time. Nielenberg, do you have a plan?"

Understanding what Leonhardt has to do in a nutshell, Weishardt creates a giant column of ice and knocks it into the gas gushing hierarchical staircase. A conical ice column with most of its magic power is as huge as the tip of a spire, pointing the tip downstairs as if stabbing a stop at a demon. Weishardt's magicians will also reinforce the ice magic and secure the ice columns.

"This gas dissolves in water. Wet the cloth and shut your mouth. It's heavier than air, so we need to evacuate the high ground."

As Leonhardt nodded to Nielenberg's terminal explanation, he turned his eyes to the soldier who fell around the hierarchical staircase and told Nielenberg briefly, "I need a soldier," he said.

"Get a mask with a wet cloth! Healing wizards and cavalry to rescue wounded soldiers! Sorcerer soldiers, take cover with wind magic! The rest go on with me!

Leonhardt puts the dominance of his skills on his voice and communicates it to the entire army. The soldiers, who regained calm in his voice to the thought of 'We're all going to help', immediately wipe their hands and cloaks and wrap them around their mouths with the magical 'Water' of life. Especially the soldiers who were on the Arliman Hot Springs tour and the two soldiers who were ordered to collect the Arliman Hot Springs are handy. They remembered at the same time that they regained their serenity. This smell is the smell of gas gushing out near the hot springs.

There were two minerals they were bringing back from the Arliman Hot Springs. One was a sasolar stone and the other a yellow earth mass. Both are necessary for the material of the insecticide-specific potion, while the yellow soil mass is mixed with the bait of the slime that makes the dissolution solution. There was colorless poison gas erupting around the area where this dirt mass could be removed, and they were scattered that it was too late when they stopped feeling the smell. There was also sufficient education in the collection, teaching the characteristics of the gas and how to deal with it in case of a time.

Soldiers who mask themselves and their surroundings handily and move to evacuation. Those who can use wind magic send wind magic to push the back of the Nielenbergs on their way to the rescue, and cover the rescue troops from the poison gas. Rescue forces will retrieve wounded soldiers on the backs of the Raptors, who have carried pest control dough, and provide first aid with restorative magic.

"Hurry up! There's no respite."

I guess the ice column blocking the outlet dissolves while I look at it with the heat of the gas trying to erupt. Gas is erupting through the gap between the outlet and the ice column, sounding high. Nielenberg and the rest of the relief forces managed to rescue everyone and rendezvous with a bunch of evacuees. Exactly then, the ice-column was blown away with the sound of Dorn, and the gas erupted again.

"Run! Run! Run!"

A flash of pioneering elite Harvard cuts down the trees blocking his way, cutting his way out into the forest. The Labyrinth Crusader runs on the path of the grass. The only hill on this hierarchy to head for. Whether running or running, the odor diminishes. Instead, it turns out that it is getting darker and darker and that the invisible demon's hand is imminent.

Run, run, run. I'm still fine while I can smell the smell. Not one soldier should be sent out a shepherd. Run up the destination hill with encouragement from no one. On the way down the cut path leading to the top, he punches in a silver arrow for the undead, which the archers are always equipped with in case. This gas is a landmark because it corrodes silver and turns it black.

"Give me a call! Use the potion for hard eyes and breath!

Labyrinth Crusaders align themselves on the hills as directed by Weishardt. They are all carrying potions, albeit lower and intermediate. Many of the soldiers who reached the hill without losing consciousness also complained of malaise caused by poison gas, and the healing wizard is not enough. Nielenberg and the healing wizards are in the process of treating soldiers who inhaled high concentrations of gas and lost consciousness. I'm unconscious, but fortunately my life hasn't been crushed yet.

Thanks, I managed to get to the hill. Back to back with the soldiers who think so, I can't break the tensions between Leonhardt, Weishardt, and Nielenberg.

Twist. The silver arrow worn on the hem of the hill turns black. Twist, twist. You can see that one silver arrow after another is filled with gas that hits the hill and fills the surrounding area.

(Not yet………)

There is nowhere else to escape to this hierarchy. The staircase leading up to the upper level is right next to the vent and closest to the dead end.

(Not yet………)

Leonhardt looks up to heaven as he prays. There was no sky ahead of me, and the sunstone just lit up the gray labyrinth ceiling. Will his prayer never be stopped by the ceiling of the labyrinth and reach heaven?

The color of the last silver arrow changes.

I guess the invisible demon's hand is just around the corner. I can no longer feel the smell that I felt.

(So far…………)

That's when Leonhardt almost gave up.

Tattattattattattattattattattattattattatta.

There was a lot of rain.

The labyrinth ceiling just spreads over the overlooking head and no rain clouds are found. But as if it had stained out of the ceiling, the dusty rain poured down. The upper hierarchy is full of sea water but the rain does not smell of salt. Leonhardt doesn't know how it works. There's only one thing I can tell.

(Thanks, or...)

This gas is said to dissolve very well in water. The spraying of the pest control dumplings is done by sewing in the rain room, so I came here in anticipation of rain.

Leonhardt exhales deeply as he becomes a wet rat in the dust.

(Helpful……, what hierarchy is the lower floor……)

The rain falling on the labyrinth washed even a smile away from the Labyrinth Crusaders along with the smell.

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Three days after the Labyrinth Crusaders painfully removed their dead spot and retreated from the 55 tiers, three men and shadows visited the 55 tiers again, only to be thought of as men because of their back lengths and walking patterns, their entire bodies clustered together with covered demonic leather defensive clothing reminiscent of potatoes, and their faces did not know who was wearing a full-face protective surface with a mask and goggles all in one.

No poison gas appears to have reached the 54 tier undersea cave, which was the same serene safety zone as usual, but ashes descended near the 55 tier tier hierarchical staircase, where once lush large forests were spread, and grass trees stretched with withered and devastated land. Still, hundreds of meters away, there is a green forest of things that are dirty and dull in the ashes, so even though it killed and decayed the hierarchy owner, it could be said to be the high level of serious regeneration in the normal forest.

The three people who have landed on the 55 hierarchy suck the ambient air with a syringe with thin glass tubes on the needle changes, or pump Shkoshko and air with a rubber ball into a bottle filled with liquid, to see how the contents of the glass tube change color and how the liquid looks. If the shortest of the three men is the leader, they receive and confirm the glass tubes and bottles, they are forced to write them on the face somehow and take them back.

The three men, who repeated the same work in several places, approached the staircase to the 56th floor, the gas vent.

The gas that had erupted well when the hierarchical lord was killed weakened the momentum and now still appears to be just vapor rising, but the temperature is very high and contains harmful ingredients unchanged. Anything called hot gases can be enough of a threat. Even the only water vapor that has no harmful ingredients will suffer enough burns to produce a terrible blister after a moment of contact with an object at a temperature of about 200°C.

As the man approaches the vent without ever touching the hot gas, he throws in a rope linking several minerals, bottles and metal pieces inside. After pulling up for a while, it immediately leaves the vent and checks the discoloration of the raised minerals and metal pieces and the contents of the bottle. Convinced by the information obtained, the man indicated the staircase to the upper floor that he would return to the two remaining men when he made another record on the ledge.

The three men, who returned to the base of the Labyrinth Crusaders via a large underground water supply, were taken off their thick defensive clothes like masks and taro worms before being passed to the waiting meeting room of Leonhardt and others. In addition to Leonhardt, Weishardt and Nielenberg in the conference room, several people waited with a rugged face.

One of the three is a repulsive young man from the Labyrinth Crusaders, and it appears that the remaining two, the earlier leader and his assistant-like eyeglass man, are being recruited for this investigation.

"Thank you for your hard work, Gark. So what's the situation?

"The gas itself is a good volcanic gas. If you even have the mask, you can handle it. Temperature is more of a problem than that. I'm not gonna talk to you about not getting cold."

Grandpa Gark responds to Leonhardt's inquiry leader. Being able to perform single-picking activities in the labyrinth, he boasts some of the best investigative skills in labyrinth cities in conjunction with his material appraisal skills. There is no one lined up in a phase that requires more environmental investigation than demons in particular. I was asked to do this investigation in anticipation of my abilities. Would the assistant-like man know Gark, a man who was taller than average but not physically large enough to say, and reminded him of a scholar or teacher with glasses on his serene looking expression? The assistant man is handing it to Weishardt's side when he receives Gark's note.

Now Weishardt asks the question, glancing at Gark's notes received from the side.

"As poison gas can be harmless with a mask, oxygen, can you breathe?

"I don't know for sure if I can breathe... but I'm worried about the wrong percentage of gas. Even if it didn't explode when it opened, you could probably breathe. Breathe."

Nielenberg visits Gark, who responds to Weishardt's question while speaking in a way that makes him contain.

"You mean there's oxygen, no, it's supplied? I mean, that you have things to breathe in that environment?

"Oh... there's going to be trouble."

Grandpa Gark affirms the hypothesis put in place by Nielenberg at 55 levels. "The climate of the labyrinth is organized according to the demons that inhabit its hierarchy, even with or without poison gas and air".

To the extent that we know the current situation alone, the 56 tiers were so hot that people could not operate, full of toxic volcanic gas and, moreover, under more pressure than normal conditions until the staircase to the 56 tiers opened. What kind of creature needs oxygen that can operate in such an environment….

Anyway, let's do what we can.

Leonhardt speaks up so as to break the bitter atmosphere.

"Fifty-four tiers, pull the seawater from the coastal cave and cool it down?

"Let's recreate the water shooting with the remains of columns floating in the ocean. I was wondering if I could send water."

"And then the mask? Gark, what kind of mask do you need?

"A dragon's lungs will suffice. That's Wyburn. You should also have a goggle. Glass doesn't have the strength of a heart. We'll hunt Wyburn anyway. You can smear the wingspan and stick it. It'll make a good mon."

"Wyburn, or the Devil's Forest. Request the Alliance. It is also just right for training the B-ranks of the Labyrinth Crusaders. Organize a joint crusade. Nielenberg continues to ask for care of seriously injured people"

At the behest of Leonhardt, they will take their seats in order to fulfill their respective responsibilities. The whole of the 56 tiers remains unknown, and the status quo does not even allow them to enter. Still, given the years of challenging the King of the Cursed Snake (King Basilisk), I could say that there was something I could do.

"Well, I'll let you go when I've planted him. Call me back when 56 levels get cold.... No, please,"

You shouldn't have a bad mouth. Yah, a guard pointing to a young man in the scourge of the Labyrinth Crusaders while scratching his head.

"No, I don't mind. Don't take care of me when I say I'm retired, Grandpa Gark."

Leonhardt calls Garc 'Grandpa' with a voice that conceived nostalgia somewhere.

"That doesn't matter. It's a story, General Leonhardt. General, they carry everything, don't they? Give it to my men. Let's call it an order."

With that said, Leonhardt smashed his words of gratitude as he dropped off Grandpa Gark, who leaves the conference room.