"What, these guys! It's mixed with demons!
Soldiers raise their voices of confusion to the hordes of dead people who sprang up.
The dead are unfamiliar with the bullshit inherited bodies, or they can't move anywhere. There is also a mix of dead people inside who would have been the highest-ranking adventurers of their lives, but the only part of their body that shows a broken movement is the deviation of the center of gravity and the difference in the length of their legs, etc., and it seems that the joined bodies are not interrupting and outperforming their strengths.
From their vain expressions, they may not be able to read what seems rational, so they may not realize that their bodies are connected to each other as soon as they come out.
Should that be rated "fortunately" for the wrecked dead, or for the Labyrinth Crusaders who intercept them?
At the very least, it would have been because of their distorted bodies that they were able to cope with an infinitely overflowing and impending flock of dead people with a Labyrinth Crusader that had broken into 200 people.
He waves his sword and chops off the dead man's neck, his hands and feet, and the spear puts a big hole in his trunk. Halvard turns his torso in two, the arrows pour down like rain, and the magic swallows the dead.
An overwhelming march similar to the massacre.
The Labyrinth Crusaders led by Leonhardt boast the closest strength as a group.
If so, why does the dead not flinch?
As a result of the death, I guess I don't feel fear or pain, but I don't want to skip a hole in the trunk, and if I don't have legs, I can crawl with my arms, and if I don't have arms, I can bite my weapon with my mouth, and if I knock it down, I can feel the thought of death somewhere similar to faith.
It is as if the labyrinth is held by the compatriots of the Labyrinth Crusaders who go to the dead.
"Protect our city, now is the time to show my name."
Such thoughts are conveyed to Mariella. Which (...) thought is that?
Two hundred years ago, no, from Mariella, it happened only about a year ago. The thoughts of the people of the Kingdom of Endalgia in the defensive city she heard and felt in the midst of a flood of demonic forests (stampede) are now full here, unacceptably weathered in the course of 200 years.
There is no such thing as the art of putting an end to that thought in Mariella, who is an alchemist. Mariella was just running through time with an army that saw the back of Raptor and proceeded to wipe out a herd of dead people.
"Protect our city, now is the time to show my name."
Even if I crush myself here, if someone important can survive. Such a wish comes from the sword to be exchanged. Leonhardt remembered that feeling coming from the dead.
"They're still dreaming. Two hundred years ago, I had an endless nightmare."
That's what Frazija tells Leonhardt, who reached the hierarchical staircase leading up to the 58th level.
"They must have been victims of a 200 year old demon forest flood."
Fresija nods and answers Leonhardt's question. The dead are still in the nightmare of the Devil's Forest Flood (Stampede), and Leonhardt and the others must be attacking the demons or something. So until that happens, I guess I'm going to keep fighting.
"So there's a dead man waiting for you down there in the Kingdom of Endalgia."
"And the dead demons."
"Why even the demons?
Listening to the interaction between Weishardt and Frazija, Mariella once remembered the story of the demise of the Kingdom of Endalgia that she had heard from Zeke.
Zeke said that 200 years ago, the demon forest flood (Stampede) was told like a fairy tale. It is said to the kingdom that the flock of demons that pushed it to the defensive city flattened the people of the kingdom, and even devoured each other by demons, and that the last remaining one swallowed up the spirits of the earth's veins, and later a labyrinth was created.
Frazija's answers were terminal and uncertain.
"The hierarchy here and one above was the 'leg' of the Lord of the Labyrinth, right? What's on your leg?
"Belly…………, or"
In other words, the lower hierarchy gathers the ends of what was eaten 200 years ago and accumulated in each other's bellies.
I guess only a few of them are overflowing this hierarchy. Although the deceased are overflowing from the pompous open hierarchical staircase, the cross-sectional area of the hierarchical staircase itself is determined to be at a rate that allows them to emerge at a time.
Now the elites in front of the hierarchical staircase are burning the dead or turning them into pieces of flesh as they tap into their moves and push for more progress.
"Lord Sage, why do you think the dead have crossed the hierarchy?
Now Leonhardt wants an opinion.
The question, which was inherently meaningless, would have been just something I wanted to be relieved of my optimistic opinions. But as if to cut it off and throw it away, Frazija
"You think it's just the dead?
and returned the question.
As Leonhardt was concerned, a flood (stampede) of labyrinths was occurring, not because the dead had the ability to transcend the hierarchy, but because the liberation of the 58th hierarchy was accompanied by the lifting of the movement of demons between the hierarchies.
When he heard it, Leonhardt ordered his brother without hesitation.
"Weiss, you take scouts and units four and five back to the ground."
"But, brother!
"Don't guide me. The Lord of the Labyrinth is also losing his legs and gasping for distress. You can't miss this opportunity. Shooting the labyrinth and bringing this city a future for our people is what this Leonhardt petition is all about.
But the future of this city, the future of our territory, belongs to the people. What is the lord without the people? It is also our duty to protect the people. That's why I entrust it to you.
Go! Weishardt. Everyone, please!
Saying so, I want my brother's shoulder strong, Leonhardt.
"Go, protect your princess," he said.
Weishardt devoured his teeth a long time and, after holding his hand hard, gave instructions to the scouts entrusted to him and to the 4th and 5th Troops as soon as possible.
"Running through all at once. Follow me without delay! The scouts inform the adventurers in the labyrinth and order their return! Gather as much information as you can on the movement of demons around the hierarchy!
The second tier leads to a large underground water supply. It's a pain in the ass when you get through here. We need to seal it off immediately. Labyrinth The walls surrounding the labyrinth in the city centre must be sealed off and ready for interception. At the same time, we need to instruct those who cannot fight to evacuate. To stop the sacrifice to a minimum, we need to return to earth sooner than the demon march.
(Dick, I'm going to the ground. Live and see you again)
Marlow on his way to the ground sends a farewell message to Dick. Marlow's thoughts are not as far from the depths of the labyrinth as they can convey on the ground, but they will definitely help on the ground, which will extremes confusion.
(Oh, I need your reading. Don't die)
Dick responding short. No feelings, no fear. The reply was terribly like him.
"Mariela, you might be a little ridiculously scared, so close your eyes and stick to Raptor (Ku). Salamander, Come. Light up where Mariella's going."
When Frazija said so in the face of the Master, she gently stroked Mariella's head and let her take her hand and hold the reins.
Mariella's hand, which can only tremble, is cold and cold and trembling at a herd of dead people who recognize her somewhere. After gripping Mariella's right hand like that wrapped around her with both hands, she touched the ring she put on her middle finger and summoned a small salamander as small as her palm, putting it on Ku's head and making her laugh.
"Caw!"
"Gaw!? Gaw!!"
When the little salamander tells him what's going on, Ku just replies, "I'll take care of it."
"Bye, Sieg. I asked for it."
Saying so, Frazija leaves Mariella with the ease of picking up a liquor bottle and walks to the front with Leonhardt.
"Shh, shh..."
Looking back at Mariella's calling voice, Mariella remembered such anxiety that she would never see her master again, to the appearance of Frazija waving and responding.
I want to call it off. But I'm sure Mariella shouldn't.
Because the master had something to exchange, I think he woke up in this era 200 years later.
Because the master knows what to exchange and this is how he will go out.
And if the master asks you to go, I guess Mariella has something to exchange before you arrive.
Mariela grabbed Raptor's reins strong and strong, as she did when she lost Lynx, at least to keep her feet together.
"Well, my lord general. Do you want to go?"
"This is the Sage Hall of Flames. I'm comfortable with your help. Any good maneuvers?
Leonhardt speaks to Frazija like he knows everything. Leonhardt's appearance in front of the earth of the dead and showing no fear was a grandeur worthy of two names: the Golden Lion.
"Not as good as an operation, but they were made for bullshit, so they have low strength instead of vegetable (...) material (...). But there's only so many of them, and downstairs is in the belly of the Lord of the Labyrinth.
In this hierarchy, the movement stops (...), but downstairs it will be rebuilt soon. Everybody cut a hundred people, you won't be able to follow them.
So don't worry about rushing through. Restrictions on hierarchical movement have been lifted. The road down there must already be open.
Fortunately, the one in the belly is the main road without branches. If you run straight through the kick, you'll get there. "
"But then the dead will overflow."
"I'll stop here."
"Lord Sage..."
"You don't have to worry about it. It's a lot easier to work with than it was 200 years ago when the demon forest flooded (Stampede).
Besides, those guys were 200 years old. They've been here 200 years. I'm the one giving them back. Aren't you?
It's okay, don't worry. I live a very long time.
I know how to pull it off. I'm not screwing around here. "
The conversation between them was closed by the smile of Frazija, who laughed less at
It's not the earliest time to confuse decisions. The operation was set.
Leonhardt gave instructions to the entire army to use the demon-removing potion in hand before issuing an order to start the operation.
"Mage Squad, forward! After all you've done, keep going with the whole army! I'll do my best to run through it!
"Whoa, whoa!
Whose is the roar of the labyrinth trembling?
Leonhardt cuts ahead so as to stick straight into the flames of great output unleashed by the Mages. After that, soldiers who obey perfectly.
Everyone and he all scream, as people burn, demons burn, and swallowed cities even blow up the smell of ashes coming home.
Everyone he wields his weapon, unleashes his magic and opens his way.
It's like a single beast thrusting.
It's like a demon pushing over.
It's like the day of the Devil's Forest flood.
The 58th tier of the Labyrinth was a cave like a red and black bowel, where the red and black walls were like a flaming city even though there was no sky, and the red and black floors reminded me of a bloodstained doomsday country.
Leaving behind a nightmare that was unforgettable, as it passed, the Labyrinth Crusaders shook off a dead man and literally chopped himself up, running through the nightmare.
Take the sword and set the bow. I'm a monster. How dare you...
Whose thoughts is that?
I wonder who you're thinking about.
"It's all over."
Far rear of Leonhardt et al., on the 58th level of the Labyrinth, Frasija stands quietly at the entrance of endless nightmares.
There were multiple walls of flames around her, preventing the dead from slipping into the upper hierarchy.
"My family, it's the first big scene in 200 years. It's a job to bring back the pathetic strays of the past. Now, let's get you to work just for what you've eaten."
Even if burned by flames and turned into charcoal, the flame walls that surround Frasija in the flock of dead people that push them to pile up become smaller by little. Frazija, who guards the stairs to the upper floors from time to time, plays a beautiful flaming dance with spears and magic.
The dance was not her recital, but a crowd dance by the fiery spirits that came up one after the other to surround her.
Frazija sings as she dances.
A song to be offered to the spirits, a song to be commanded to the families.
No, it might have been a soul-relieving song dedicated to the dead.
"Come, fire, fire, fire. True flame, deep blood. Heat it, destroy it, blow it up and fire it. Flame Invitation."
At that moment, the hierarchy of nightmares of the dead was a roar, a blast and an overwhelming calorie, and the nightmares turned to ashes and vanished.
The dead woke up from 200 years of nightmares and the dead just traveled to a place to return as the dead.