The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Several adventurers, soldiers, even farmers and merchants, women, old men and children, usually not even combatants, everyone in the labyrinth city, he challenged the labyrinth.

Not everyone can defeat a powerful demon. Many defeat weak demons such as goblins, but even one slime and one goblin are part of the power of the labyrinth.

Demons that are created when defeated, and defeated when created.

Numbers are power.

Two hundred years later, on the day of the demon forest flood (Stampede), as demons pushed to gain the land, now 200 years later, people from labyrinth cities packed their cities into the labyrinth to protect their lives and their families.

Would the Lord of the Labyrinth have anticipated such a day's visit?

Even assuming he had the ability to think to the Lord of the Labyrinth, he would not even have imagined that liberating the movement between hierarchies and sending demons and dead people, like trying to push back the Labyrinth Crusaders that approached his feet, would, on the contrary, allow humans throughout Labyrinth cities to avalanche into the Labyrinth.

Two hundred years ago, on the scale of the Kingdom of Endalgia, there were a handful of adventurers coming to the demons, and it would have been easy to chase and kill the backs of the escapees. For in the kingdom of Endalgia there would have been only those who fought in awe of eternal peace and forgot how to fight.

But now, this labyrinth city...

Even children come to hand with weapons, helping each other and working in tandem.

No one gave up on him, but dwelt in a strong light in his eyes.

Is the labyrinth frightened by its power?

The Demon Hand of Creation, which continues to produce demons, occasionally moves its hand toward the universe. I guess they create demons in far higher hierarchies. The gap that arises during that operation is nothing short of an opportunity for Leonhardt and others who continue to fight in the labyrinth 59 hierarchy.

Whenever people from all over the city diving into the labyrinth slaughter demons, The Demon Hand of Creation creates new demons upstairs. Without missing that gap, Leonhardt and the other Labyrinth Crusaders march to the root of The Demon Hand of Creation.

Tingle, tickle.

One step at a time, sure.

of a labyrinth city for 200 years, like the walk of a labyrinth crusade of the Schusenwald Borderline Uncle family.

Hurt and hurt, he has fallen many times and has taken over the grief of a labyrinth crusade to future generations.

Every time I lay on my knees, every time I lay down on the ground, I was helped and supported by my friends and the people of the city over and over again.

Just like at this moment.

Never, never gave up, kept going ahead.

Now at this moment.

The cutting-edge of General Leonhardt Schusenwald, the Golden Lion, has now captured the nucleus of The Demon Hand of Creation.

"End here............!!

It is Leonhardt's wish and firm will that was squeezed with the sword that pierces him.

End the 200 years of battle, the blood shed, the lives lost, in your own generation. The staircase leading to the deepest part of the labyrinth is not just a labyrinth staircase for Leonhardt. It is a path stained with blood, built with the wreckage of a companion.

"You can't make everything meaningless and so on! Take my followers, the time spent, everything! Never, never!!

Leonhardt must have been more relieved than anyone by the absence of his fellow Labyrinth Crusaders, who had fought and died together, on the runaway hierarchy of the dead. They are still with Leonhardt. with Leonhardt's sword and its will to kill the labyrinth.

Leonhardt's cutting-edge, Dick's spear that follows him, the captains' swordspears protrude into the 'demons of creation' without stopping them one after the other. Both hands of the Lord of the Labyrinth, specialised in producing demons, moved still trembling to grasp the sky, pulling the branches again and again as if they were faint and trembling. But that hand no longer produced anything, and fell and stopped moving, as if it had been cut down from its roots.

"Did you win……" Leonhardt asks himself as he looks at The Demon Hand of Creation, like a fallen tree struck by lightning, blackened and broken from its roots.

I didn't feel the prospect of winning, nor the sense of hunting down my enemies.

I just didn't have a choice but to move on.

Leonhardt, with the soldiers who believed in the future and followed him, had no other way but to wave his sword desperately.

All weapons and protective equipment were reinforced for the fight against the 'multi-legged blade beast' in the 57th hierarchy. Use the strongest materials available, such as Adamantite, Basilisk and Red Dragon, at all costs. Of course, both spare weapons and potions and other offerings were prepared in sufficient quantities to carry out a few hierarchical battles.

I've been more prepared than usual, just in case.

After defeating the "multi-legged blade beast," Leonhardt and others lost their options but to march by the dead overflowing from the lower tier. Although the 58th hierarchy only had to scratch and push the dead, thanks to the sage of the flames, the depletion in this 59th hierarchy was intense besides thoughts.

Even though it seemed ready, Leonhardt and other spare weapons lost their option to return to the ground, and some parts of the armor were damaged and disconnected.

Consumables such as arrows and spears brought to the cargo slaves and Raptors are also mostly on the bottom, and even fragments of the ground vein of that material are exhausted, as opposed to those brought to the potion.

Still.

In this place, what is moving now was the Labyrinth Crusader led by Leonhardt.

"I won..."

Leonhardt snuffs his cobwebs.

"We survived...!!

No victory will be pronounced loudly. Because we all know it's not over here. In order to end everything as Leonhardt's petition suggests, we cannot stop satisfied in this fight.

Leonhardt looks back at his soldiers, his companions who fought together.

They are all exhausted and sitting in the earth. The number is even lower than when we arrived at this hierarchy, and no one is injured.

Some seriously injured people are slowly recovering but need potion and healing magic thanks to premium Regeneration medicines.

But no one's eyes have lost hope. I've been able to get here. We were able to attack this hierarchy. No one hesitated to take the next step.

Nielenberg, are you okay?

"Oh, more than a general."

Nielenberg emerges dressed in unobtrusive colors with demons and patient blood. I guess he was fighting too. My left hand, which I stuck in my pocket in a casual manner, has severe scratches to my elbow and is now recovering in a progressive fashion due to the effects of premium Regeneration medicine.

Perhaps there are scratches where he can't see them, and it would be painful to walk in this way, but Leonhardt feels similar to thanking him for how he comes in the usual grumpy way, as if nothing had happened.

Leonhardt is a general and in a position to lead everyone. He who is more comfortable than anyone, and who depends on everyone and leads them all. But Nielenberg must be hiding his condition and pretending to be at peace with Leonhardt. That appearance was seen by the other soldiers, and Leonhardt felt the exhausted power gushing up from the bottom of his belly that he could still stand on his own legs because they were supported by everyone.

(Not yet, I can do it. I can still hold the sword. The Lord of the Labyrinth is alive...)

When Leonhardt breathed one big, he gave orders to Nielenberg with strength in his hand holding the sword pattern.

"Treat me around soldiers who are still going to be able to fight. As soon as you're done, move on"

"……… OK."

That was a ruthless order. But no one disputes it. Because everyone knows there's no other option.

Even if you want to go back to the ground, there must be dead people on one level.

A wise man of flame drew a dead man at his own expense to pave the way, but there is a dead man for a nation and a demon that destroyed him. No matter how unconscious you are and how incapacitated you are with your calf body, it won't be something a single human being can burn down.

The supplies are running out and there are many wounded. The hope of surviving another battle is dim. But if we turn back here, if we give time to revive the labyrinth that has weakened us so far around the corner, there will surely be zero chance that the labyrinth city will survive.

At the behest of Nielenberg, only a few ground pulse shards were collected under Mariella. All recovered from demons defeated in this hierarchy. There is also little left of the moon's magic and "pharmacologized" ingredients, and Mariella follows Nielenberg's orders and smells them one by one from the important ones.

"Mana potion is the last of these two..."

"That's for you to drink."

"Uh... but..."

Mariella's vast magic is being exhausted with repeated potion smelting. He's about to run out of magic and his consciousness is flying. Still, Mariella didn't drink mana potion until she finished making potion because there was nothing she could do.

Zeke also consumes magic every time he uses the Spirit Eye, and he won't be able to shoot many more bows. However, the number of arrows remains low. If I were to protect Mariella with my sword, I would still be fine without taking a manaposition.

"Drink up. That's not the end of your business."

"……… Yes"

"Yes."

Whoever knows the reason for restoring these two, there are only two other parties here, Leonhardt and Nielenberg. Only the members who were in the 'Wood Leak Day' on the day Zeke's Spirit Eye was resurrected were asked by Frazija that even if they said why, they "needed these two to help Endalgia, who was about to be eaten".

Nielenberg also thought that he needed to be accompanied by an Alchemist (Mariella) to create a fast deteriorating mana potion at first, and that he was merely a fighter to the Siege. However, Nielenberg felt that it was not the only way to reach the deepest depths of such a labyrinth.

There is not a logical basis. But this place now feels somewhat like what it felt like to be in a vein that night when I saw Endalgia in "The Wood Leak Day," and Nielenberg was so convinced that they needed help to save Endalgia.

I suppose Leonhardt also feels that intuitive feeling.

With a considerably reduced number of soldiers, Leonhardt also stares at the hole in the abyss that leads to the lower level, which can no longer even be called a staircase.

"Let's go."

Under Leonhardt's decree, the Labyrinth Crusaders and Mariela, Siegmund, who left behind in the shadows of a rock a seriously wounded man who could not return to the front by the potions and healing magic that were now there alone, and who had been reduced by about fifty, quietly went down the stairs to the lower levels.