The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

As Mariella and the others reached the swampy shrine, pulling the rope together to open the shrine door, the Grand Dollar was seated with the rope bracketed at the rear and with heavy armor.

Instead of heavy stone.

At this time, if he had undressed the heavy armor, he would not have left the Grand Dollar sinking in the bottom of the courtyard for days, but the Grand Dollar, which was relaxed and generous in the heavy armor that was not moving but rather comfortable, was drawn to this world of water together with the heavy armor.

"Ooh. What's going on?

The Grand Dollar is the only way to watch us sink from heavy armor to the bottom of the water.

I can't try to escape, I can't vacate my armor on my own because of the water pressure.

One thing that was strange was that this heavy-duty armor, although high-performance, had an opening in the visual area and no sealed structure in the joint area, but the water didn't come in.

As I calmly asked what was going on with this, my companions would sink, rather than be transported, in the same direction, into a temple in a style that the six towers and the walls surround and have never seen.

As the temple approaches, one more person and his companions are transported to the top floor of the tower.

"Looks like they're all going to be transported to the top floor of different towers. Hmm, am I that tower?"

The companions are drunk by water and unconscious, and disappear from the windows that opened on the upper floor of the tower to the inside of the tower without defying the current.

"Now it's not even a complex building. We can rendezvous soon."

That's when the Grand Dollar shrugged.

Gong.

Grand Dollar's heavy-duty armor grabbed onto the tower window.

"Oh? You're not coming in, are you?

Heavy armor is heavy. Sui-chan was transported diagonally and should then enter the tower through the window, but he hooked into the tower with Gotun, and as he did, the Grand Dollar tumbled and rubbed the outer wall of the tower, falling to the first floor of the courtyard.

The heavy-duty armor that the Grand Dollar was equipped with, from within the Black Iron Transport Squad, is boxed armor and so on. At first glance, it is a full-body metallic outfit and tough armor that the heavy-duty soldiers wrap around.

And the size is stupid. The skinny grand dollar is large enough for two people to fit in, and it is not even tall, and all the surfaces, back, and joint parts are made of sheet metal.

If those familiar with it had seen it, they would have realized that the structure of the articular part, which should have been made with ease of movement in mind, was special.

Actually, this armor, the grand dollar you put on, is not supposed to move at all.

Fixed with the Raptor on board, the joint runs automatically as the Raptor moves, and with the high performance to balance, it is built to be able to escape on its own for once, but it is no different from being boxed if you try from the grand.

Anyway, it's such a weak grand dollar that you can't even hold a shield. It is this heavy-duty armor that Donino has created his hobby so that he can survive no matter where he is targeted.

Although it is a substitute for the Grand Dollar's inconvenience, residential properties are taken into account for that matter, and the interior has a fuzzy interior, and although it is small, it also has a built-in reserve food. It's an armor-shaped box with even a small window for the exchange of supplies.

Fortunately, there are edible aquatic plants in this courtyard, and although the meal was originally thin and the vegetable-centered Grand Dollar never starved to death.

"I'm free……………."

During the day, the water is full, the water pressure prevents us from getting out of the armor, and at night, the black demons will hang around and we won't be able to get out of this again. Fortunately, Grand's shield skills also seemed to work for black demons, who didn't come in through the gap in armor or or get attacked, but Grand couldn't get out of the scene.

It was one little snake that comforted him like that.

"Demons, I guess. But how adorable."

A white snake with a pair of chest-wrinkled protrusions, tinted with thin peaches at the tip of its tail, wrinkles and around its head, the snake was a small little snake, only long enough to circle the thin arm of the Grand Dollar.

As soon as I was born, I guess I accidentally got mixed up.

Shah, to Shah and the small but threatening snake of the Grand Dollar, tearing dry meat of his phone and giving it to him, that snake with a swollen belly fell asleep round in Grand Dollar's hands.

That was the only day the Grand Dollar touched the snake directly, and the next day the snake grew bigger than it could get in and out of the opening of the armor.

Whether you thought the grand dollar that fed you was your parent, or understood that if you were wrapped around the grand dollar's armor, you wouldn't be attacked, the snake began to wrap around the grand dollar and eat black demons without leaving.

Every morning comes, demons are born.

In a world filled with water, the Grand Dollar watched every day as black demons disappeared as a hedron scattered across the water, and the little demon baby that had just created it ate and grew rapidly. The demons born are devoured by black demons falling into an avalanche from the north at night, most of them dying during that night.

But only snakes protected by Grand Dollar's shield skills continued to grow at a more accurate rate than growing day by day without being killed by black demons.

How many days has it been since the tail of Grand Dollar's slender arm finally wrapped around Grand Dollar armor?

On what day did that face, which rarely glanced through the opening, become a person's?

How many days has it been since a black demon appeared reminiscent of the Cavalry Corps so that Ramia could have defeated the black demon without any bitterness?

Lamia grows stronger and stronger every day.

But the Black Cavalry swallows both the demons and the black demons around them like a war disaster that pushes them away, repeating the battle night after night.

It's as if you don't know you're going to perish, as if you don't know you're going to pull it off, as if you're the scourge of war born of a fool. The black war disaster pushes over.

When the night dawns and the water is full, the black scourge of war dislikes to dissolve in the water, but it rounds its body and stops moving, but every time the night comes, it wakes up and ravages the area.

As the history of war tells us, the movement is sharpened every night. No matter how powerful Ramia is, she can't defeat the Black War.

How many days would such a night have been repeated?

Before the Grand Dollar and Lamia, Mariella and the others appeared.

Mariela thought the black shadow that appeared behind Eurique was like a bunch of cavalry floating in retrograde light.

Even if it is stopped on the spot, it is more like a collection of multiple cavalry members than a single cavalry.

On top of a shadow with multiple legs reminiscent of horseback riding, his torso, like that of a backward man, carries a weapon of long spear-like objects.

(Invader………? It's like, war………)

Mariella has already noticed that this black-filled demon is the incarnation of past calamities.

Famine, plague. And perhaps a black demon like this cavalry regiment is a war disaster of the past.

Before the weapon of the black war disaster strikes Eurike, the blade of Lamia's water is struck into the black war disaster again.

Front row of cavalry regiments, zackled and mutilated, by the blade of Lamia's water. But in the next moment, it will be replaced by the row behind it, and when it will increase, the size of the cavalry will remain the same and the spear will be erected as if it had not been damaged in any way.

Lamia must have been identified as the enemy, and the Cavalry's undisturbed spear fire is carried out with Lamia in mind.

"Shaaaa, shaaaa"

Lamia tries to wipe out the attack with her tail, but the tail dulled in the ice-style potion does not move satisfactorily and can only serve as a shield to be speared.

"Mariela, give me a grand now!

Mariella, returning to me to Eurique's voice, opens the door to the back of Grand's heavily armed armor and calls on the Grand.

"Mr. Grandle, Mr. Grandle, hurry up!

"This, Mr. Mariella. Excuse me, can I have a potion? I've been in this position for a long time, and I can't move."

Grandad's voice with his face out of heavy armor is terribly small and his thin body looks even thinner. Even though it lasted longer with preserved foods and aquatic plants, it couldn't be debilitating.

Still, I guess the Grand Dollar was grasping the situation from amongst the immovable heavy-duty armor. The look was unusual and when Mariela drank out of the potion she had received, she slipped the umbrella out of the heavy armor with one hand.

"I'm on my way."

Grand Dollar rushing under Lamia.

Even though I recovered from the potion, it doesn't mean that my lost weight will go back to normal. The leg of the grandad kicking the ground has no force and breathing is disturbed by a slight movement.

It's so debilitating, you should retreat to the gap where Lamia and the black demons are fighting.

But the Grand Dollar ran out.

Normal demons born in the day strike the black demons they visit with the night, but Mariela and the others are not human allies. It is well understood by Mariella, who has been chased by “necklaces” and caterpillar demons.

Grand Dollar and a former member of the Labyrinth Crusaders have long been opposed to demons as Black Iron Transporters. You can't possibly not understand that demons are intriguing demons and will never be compatible.

But with all his understanding, he ran out.

Because in the days I spent with Ramia, I felt like I saw something in the gaze I had with Ramia that was similar to reason, something that goes with people.

Maybe the interests just coincided. But Lamia didn't want to hurt the Grand Dollar. If he had tightened it up with that mighty tail, his heavy-duty armor must have shaken and crushed the moment Grand's skills ran out.

That was good enough reason to be a gentleman and drive the 'Dense Yusha' Grand Dollar.

"Shield"

The Black Cavalry Corps changes formation to the Grand Dollar rushing over to Lamia, and several spears pour down.

Using an open umbrella instead of a shield to recieve that spear blow, but only one blow would tear the umbrella fabric to a snag, and the impact would cause the grand dollar to bounce off.

By Lamia.

Grand Dollar's shield skills are powerful, but he's mildly weak himself. So even if we can prevent an attack, we can't give that energy back.

The Grand Dollar stood in front of Lamia, adjusting the angle he would receive to take advantage of even the impact of being jumped by the attack.

"It's working. Earth Wall, Shields

I can't use my umbrella anymore. The lightly dressed Grand Dollar, which the general public is headed to collect, magically forms a wall from the soil and uses his shield skills to build a simple shield from it.

The attack of a black war disaster that is supposed to stab a stop at Ramia is all prevented by Grand's shield skills, but Grand's dirt walls, which are not magicians, are brittle and collapse with a single impact.

Lamia's blade of water pouring down to the scourge of war in black, blinding to the crumbling earthen smoke of the earthwall.

A black scourge of war that is torn apart, but not slightly frightened, to strike out the next hand.

The Grand Dollar's addition temporarily improved the war situation, but how much black war disaster would attack later.

"But hey, I'm gonna add up, Grand Dollar. Oh, don't be intimidating. No, snake-squeeze."

Donino lines up beside the Grand Dollar with Shah briefly intimidating Lamia, and Mariela and Eurike also travel by the Lamia as they throw a flame bottle to quell the black demons gathering around them.

Grand's dirt walls and shield skills prevent the attack of a black war disaster targeting Ramia, while Ramia's water blade and Donino's hammer fight back. Mariela and Eurike keep growing in numbers, throwing flame bottles at slimy black demons to keep them from being surrounded.

Black demons burn well.

The courtyard is already a sea of fire, and the black scourge of war that rises there is like an army advancing.

A loud acoustic clamping his ears leaves a tree in the courtyard.

The black scourge of war barked.

It was like a roar, even like a roar of a beast.

Mariella shrugged herself around by the shocking roar of the air, shaking as the black demon, which had been soft until then, rose from the flames.

"Go......... Brin?

A black shadow with a weapon that can't be a sword or a stick.

To the pleasure of plunder, to the excitement of slaughter, that figure, insane by the joy of ravages, seemed like a herd of goblins attacking, Mariela thought.

"No, and. I'm sure it's only human."

Eurike denies Mariela's voice.

It only lasts a short time when fuel burns out, such as a flame in a flask. It is not something that Eurike can deal with alone, such as the army that surrounds the Mariellas by stepping on and extinguishing the weakened flames of momentum.

I guess the Grand Dollar, which prevents the attacks of the black war disaster, is already close to its limit in magic and health. The wounds Donino and Lamia suffer are deeper and deeper, and the circle of black demons surrounding the Mariellas is narrower and narrower.

(At least recover………)

Looking back to use the potion on the wounded Lamia and Donino, Mariella saw the black war disaster that should be a little ahead of them push like a tsunami.

Do it to.

I don't even know if she has eyes or nose in black. Mariella thought, as if she had delightfully distorted her face.

A pouring black spear.

At a time when the black slash filling the field of vision easily broke through the earth walls of the Grand Dollar, trying to make Lamia, and even Donino and the Grand Dollar, bore.

"Wookie."

Something came down from the sky.