The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

The Lord of Labyrinth Hierarchy 59, The Demon Hand of Creation, trembled tremendously at the fierce attacks of the Labyrinth Crusaders and Siege.

Blurring, as if cramped, grasp the sky and grasp the earth.

Whenever his hands grasp the sky, perhaps the magic that fills this hierarchy, the ground rises and the demons are born.

The shape, however, had been transformed into something obviously cluttered, with longer or thinner necks and different numbers and lengths of hands and feet than normal demons.

"Almost...!!

Leonhardt and the others stepped on their legs with strength.

A few more stops can be stabbed by the Hierarchy Lord, who tries to defend the scene by doing so, to the freakish demons that are created all the time.

This cutout, which protrudes over and over again, stops the roots of the Hierarchist tree in a few moments.

The thought of pushing my back hard is sure to get me there.

Leonhardt led the Labyrinth Crusaders and stormed the Hierarchists protected by the demons.

"There are suddenly more wounded, what's wrong?"

Robert, who was on treatment in the 20th tier of the labyrinth, asked the situation in a sober tone to the suddenly increasing number of wounded.

"There's suddenly been a sudden increase in weird demons....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Does it hurt? Hmm, good. It's proof of life. Yes, I'm cured."

Robert is sure to heal the wounds of the adventurer with a tricky but polite gesture. I guess I can't help but get a little rough to deal with the surge of injuries, but the words coming out of my mouth remind me of some therapist. Have they come to resemble each other because they have been carrying out therapeutic activities together for a long time, or are they characteristics common to these occupations?

"Shit, I'm helping!

The place where Robert is located is a makeshift clinic set up on the 20th floor of the labyrinth. Nevertheless, it is Robert and a few adventurers who offered to help me with the healing magic that are hitting the cure, and this is supposed to be where the potion is distributed.

It is only natural that soldiers and adventurers who have exhausted the distributed potions and suffered injuries will come together, some of them fleeing with demons. It's usually a complete violation of manners.

"Damn, not again! And he said it was Wyburn!?

Two soldiers of the Labyrinth Crusaders defending the 20 tiers rush out toward the demons that chase the adventurers who have rushed in. Two soldiers have so many C-ranked that B-ranked Wyburn is a few overhanded demons, but you can't say that.

This potion distribution location must be guarded as one of the few safety zones in the labyrinth where the vicinity of the hierarchical staircase is no longer safe. Potions have been dispensed and Robert and others have also treated the injured. If you have to, it's a place where you can also travel in a transfer formation, so you have to stay dead at all costs.

Near the 20th tier are young to mid-level adventurers from near the D-rank. With the exception of the non-combatant population such as children and the elderly, labyrinth cities have the largest population in this level band. So if the war situation on the 20th floor is overshadowed, it can be said that there will be numerous casualties.

"Gyo-ki-ki-ki-ki-kah."

Even though it was troublesome for Wyburn and other soldiers defending the place alone, two more flew in stitches as if they were called to Wyburn as if they were birds.

One of the newcomers must have eaten another demon or someone else. The body surface is obviously dripping bloody saliva from the black mouth. It is enough to see at a glance that it is usually a fiercer and more troublesome individual.

"Dear Robert, this place is dangerous. Evacuate."

Robert's escort, who decided the situation was unfavourable, urges Robert to evacuate so he can't be heard around. But when Robert shook his head quietly beside him, he responded to the soldier of the escort without resting his therapeutic hand.

"I promised them, to those adventurers, that I would help them as long as they lived.

No, this is a promise to myself.

I'm sorry no one can save you anymore.

This would be a labyrinth counterattack or a final ascension. Well, whatever it is.

I'll see to it here. I hope you evacuate first. "

In such a Robert appearance, the soldiers of the escort looked at each other, then drew their swords and turned back to Wyburn, who was running down the adventurers.

"We need your help, too, if you're alive."

"Please, Dr. Robert."

"You guys..."

Robert looks up and sees the soldiers in the escort. Look at the adventurers around you.

It's a terrible tragedy around, with several adventurers blown away by just three Wyburns. Among the adventurers were several of Robert's discerning faces. By potion, Robert's treatment brought him out of the slum and back to being an adventurer.

Nobody, he's bloody, but nobody escapes.

We know this place is the place to stay.

Isn't the adventurer hit by the wall with Wyburn's blow the one Robert did by healing his leg? I healed the corners. My legs are bent in an unconscious direction, and I am falling and lying in a bloody accumulation that I have shed myself.

He doesn't seem to be dead because he's moving tightly, but Robert can't go to such a place where Wyburn travels. If you don't come back here, why can't Robert do anything about it?

(Don't die, nobody dies. Please, someone, help them...)

Have you received such Robert's prayers?

"My left arm is the seat of the" Dual Elements Sword ", my right arm is the seat of the wind!

The Wyburns were burned with flames unleashed, and their necks were flown one after the other with a blade of wind.

"Wow......"

A young adventurer who sees the strength of an A-ranker gets a voice unexpectedly.

Edgan, the man who appeared in everyone's pinch, gave the adventurers a refreshing smile.

Heroes show up late! Edgan appears with do-flavored performances all the time.

"Heroes show up late!

He said in his mouth. Why bother to say it? It's ruined.

"Hey........., hey, that guy, who? Isn't that a little cool?

"Yeah. Hey, yeah, it could be pretty cool. Who could it be?"

However, Edgan, a young A-ranker who had just appeared in everyone's predicament, appeared to be a suspension bridge effective array and looked good.

Yes, there are many young adventurers here. In other words, there are also many young female adventurers. Edgan should be thankful to die for Wyburn, who just defeated him.

"Hey? Edgan, you're running too far ahead?

"That's right. Collective action is important."

Grand Dollar to Eurike, members of the Black Iron Transport Corps, who will come out later.

"Wow, Edgan, you got a bloated nose? Creepy?"

"Come on, Eurike, don't be creepy at the captain, assuming!

Apparently, Edgan was making her nose feel better in the yellow voices of the female adventurers. A monkey? A monkey.

The Raptors, whom Eurike is taking with him, are on it to stack a large number of wounded, and are currently in progress to retrieve the adventurers who were hit by Wyburn.

Faces of the Black Iron Transport Corps marvel at Edgan, who sets his arms together and steps on Wyburn with one leg to pose unnaturally, and grates the wounded near Robert.

"Good, I still have breath...... Rescue the injured, thank you."

While quickly ascertaining the injured, Robert expressed his gratitude to the face of the non-Edgan Black Iron Transport Corps.

"First aid is provided. We're in a hurry. We'll take care of the rest."

As Franz, the healing wizard, eased his easy takeover, the black iron convoy, who lowered the wounded, took Raptor to the stairs leading down to the lower level.

"Hey, let's go to the next level."

Grandad walks his umbrella instead of a stick in the same light attire as usual, even though he says it's in the labyrinth. His lightness contrasts with Donino walking in charge of a giant hammer.

With Nui and Nico carrying so many umbrellas behind them as if they were umbrella pedestrians, Grand Dollar, who can't have a heavier shield than an umbrella, seems to have joined the battle as a shield in a quantity more disposable maneuver than quality.

Heavy Warrior to Magic Swordsman and Tutor to Healing Wizard. I'm a little uncomfortable with ranged attacks, but the Dense Yusha Grand Dollar party can be described as a fairly balanced member.

No, it wasn't. They were the Black Iron Transport Corps. The lack of a captain's penetration makes me feel like a Densetsu Yusha party.

"The Black Iron Transport Corps, you were in the Labyrinth City……"

"That guy, Mr. Edgan from the Black Iron Transport Corps."

"Are you the new captain?

The female adventurers who perform the hissing and Edgan investigation (...).

Edgan, who turns her back just because she's not interested in them, is intrigued and listens to them. My ears are moving perfectly on the evidence, and the face I turned away from them is a really sloppy look. A monkey? A monkey.

They established that "this is a buy" in view of Edgan's high fighting power and the look, profession and position that would not be bad if they remained silent, whether they noticed such an Edgan monkey or not.

"Um, thank you."

"Atashi, Anya. I'll thank you later."

"Running out, Zului. I'm Milke."

It's in a demonic labyrinth, so it's only a short time, but the female adventurers are rushing over to Edgan to thank him, name him, and hold hands to impress themselves.

At dawn, when demons overflow from this labyrinth, and we can safely return to earth, Edgan may have the spring of the world waiting for us.

"See, Edgan? Are you coming?

"Gaw! Gaw!

"Wow, here, Raptor, don't bite. No ass, no ass ~!"

Only if we can get back to the ground safely.

Come on, Edgan.

(…… Ridiculous…………)

Earlier, with sincere wishes in his mouth, Robert was silently resuming the treatment of the adventurers, who, like the Edgans, had been piled up with utter farce.

Robert, who behaves in an aristocratic manner and treats the injured indiscriminately while remaining on a dangerous battlefield, was actually raising the profile of the adventurers on the spot more than Edgan, but he was completely unaware of it.

Even talking about such a near future is far from them right now.

Everything, if we can get back to the ground safely.

It is only tomorrow before they have killed the labyrinth.