Let's go.
To Mariella's voice, all gathered at the entrance nodded.
The sun sets in a few moments, and the water that blocks Mariela's whereabouts in exchange for the darkness of the night disappears from this world.
Is this water trapping the mariellas in this world and holding them back from going, or is it protecting the mariellas from black demons?
It would also be obvious if we crossed the courtyard ahead and reached the central temple.
And for that, we will have to defeat that demon that the scourge of war has shaped, which the petrified Lamia is holding us back.
If we open this entrance door, the final showdown will begin.
The final showdown……….
At the bottom of the Labyrinth, the elite of the Labyrinth Crusaders geared up to challenge the hierarchy a few times. In contrast, there is a small number of people here who can fight.
No, it would be premature to judge simply by the number. Even an army led by Leonhardt, who crusaded the Labyrinth, greatly increased its power with the advent of the potion.
This battle also involved Siegmund, the owner of the Spirit Eye, who contributed greatly to the Labyrinth Crusade, and Edgan, who grew up as an A-ranker and used two attributes simultaneously, although he could no longer be in the Labyrinth Crusader due to his physical convenience.
Franz, who dragonized and greatly improved his physical abilities, also analyzed the strength of his enemies, even Donino, Grand Dollar, and Eurique, and if he was prepared for twelve minutes, he would not be enough to fear every black demon.
Mariella looks around at her comforting allies. A ready look, barrels in Siege, Edgan, Franz, Donino, Grand Dollar, Eurique and Cu. In barrels, in barrels, in bottles, in barrels, in bottles, in bottles.
"……… You picked more than I thought."
"The more, the better."
Yes, it's a showdown now. Prepare for the showdown. Nevertheless, the preparation and preparation of the bottles are so large that they cannot be loaded up in Raptor that they are shared and held by everyone, thus creating an atmosphere that is more like going to delivery than a showdown.
It is loaded with large quantities of barrels on a narrow-wheeled carrier made of “necklace" residue by Donino, such as a luggage truck pulled by Raptor Coo. The sides have walls to keep the load from falling, and the Grand Dollar boarding is a simple armored carriage that can also prevent the attack, but Eurike, who manipulates the loaded luggage, can only see the delivery boy.
Donino, who built this luggage truck,
"Don't be smarter around than I thought. Spring it on the latest Teito bearings and process the tires. Oh, it's going to be pretty fast."
And he talked pleasantly. Mariella imagined she could serve "Black Iron Hurry Flight" while listening to her rap about velocity on the sliding bearings of wood.
Nevertheless, it is a large number of bottles in a large number of barrels.
The liquid packed inside was taken from the demon whale gradoere.
The processing was not a big hassle because Mariella minced the thick skin and head contents all at once in the Smelting Space with extra magic, boiled and separated, but the task of Franz dismantling them while siege and edgan the demonic fish that came by to feed Gradoale's body was quite fractured, as was the task of carrying barrels and bottles of refinery.
The defeat of the "necklace" expanded the area where water could be moved even if it was full outside, but Mariella had no choice but to dismiss the fact that most of the large quantities of barrels and bottles were in the southeast tower, that is, empty or empty bottles of liquor that the master had drunk.
Or is this something I was even conscious of...
(I shouldn't, I have to concentrate)
When Mariella shook her head gently to pay for the clutter, she recommended walking to the door leading to the courtyard.
The night darkness that covers the world with water that fills up to the lungs.
Such a visit to this world night also makes me feel like, after that dream, an event that symbolizes the likeness of this world.
"Let's get started"
"Mariella will be careful. I'm coming, Coo!
"Gaw!"
Mariella and the others will each run out the entrance, signaling that Raptor with Franz and Eurike on the carrier will run out.
"Whoa, it's a pass, Sieg!
"Come on, Donino! Come on, Edgan, this is the other end!
"Ouch! Leave it to me."
Donino takes out the barrels and bottles placed at the entrance and passes them to Sieg. When Zeke, given, looks around and tells Edgan where to carry him and gives him to him, Edgan takes on the barrel and carries him with Essahoisa.
The Grand Dollar, which can't hold anything heavier than an umbrella, is a door-suppressing clerk, and Mariella, who can't be more of a fighter, is a backup clerk by the safe zeke.
Black demons gushing from all over to stain are held back by Sieg with a pisci and bow. Bullshit shooting through a few demons with just one shot may be a little impossible to show Mariella a a good outfit by her side.
Then, there's too much difference in exercise between Sieg shooting a bow and Edgan running around in charge of a barrel while avoiding black demons in the broad courtyard.
"Why, ha. Hey, Sieg, give it a try, huh?
"Edgan wouldn't be able to attack long range, would he? Yes, this is over there."
"Good luck, Mr. Edgan!
"Leave it to me! Mariella!
"That's Edgan!" Even though Sieg handed the barrel. Edgan finally realized which part of the world was bouldering and whether it wasn't just convenience being served, that Eurike and the others had just finished putting the barrel on the north side and came home punching the remaining contents together to connect the barrel to the barrel.
"Mr. Grandle, this, the potion of detoxification that de-pyrimizes. And a curse just in case. Then use the advanced potion as well."
"Thank you. You can finally help that snake you've made it this far."
Grand Dollar Receives Potion from Mariella to Unpetrify Lamia. A serpent demon who grew up by the Grand Dollar in this courtyard and even fought together. You must want to believe that Mariella and Grandad both wanted to believe that while it may be the nature of the demons in this land who are born to lose the black demons that she stopped moving around in a black war disaster, there was also an intention to help Grandad, who spent a short time with her.
The black scourge of war trapped inside must be raging when Mariela and the others realise the existence of humans. The body of the petrified Lamia had several cracks in it, and every time it vibrated finely from time to time with the guinea pigs, the cracks showed a spread.
"Good luck with that."
With that said, the Grand Dollar swings an advanced detoxification potion to Lamia as they prepare themselves for the battle against the Black War. Only then did Lamia's skin begin to turn from a cold stone color to a human skin and a red snake color. The skin, which was cracked in a petrified state, has turned into a laceration and blood is beginning to seep as petrification melts.
To heal that wound, layering the advanced potion, by the way, the skin turned into that of a smooth person and a snake, and Lamia stared at the grand dollar with her eyes that regained light exhaling "chauuuuuuuuuuu…".
(I knew I didn't need a cursing potion)
The trapped black war scourge will still pop up to see how the petrified unraveled Lamia moves. In such a tense situation, Mariella had a convincingly similar feeling to the fact that she didn't need a cursing potion.
There are two types of petrification: those that merely alter the state and those that are petrified by the curse. In the case of a mere condition anomaly, the condition can be solved if there is a potion of advanced detoxification. However, in the case of petrification by the curse, the potion of the curse must be used or the ritual of the curse must be performed.
When Leonhardt was once under the curse of Basilisk, he almost lost his life because neither of them existed.
Luckily, thanks to Mariella's cursing potion, the curse of petrification was lifted, but in the labyrinth cities of those days, which were demonic territories, the cursing ritual could not be performed with the help of the Spirit.
(You can't imagine the spirits here letting the petrification curse go, can you?)
I didn't think the spirits of that lake would let the curse of petrification go, and most importantly, the fact that the demons here use the "curse” was in itself a difficult thing to think about.
Probably connected here, when we reached the swamps of the Devil's Forest, there was a demon on the opposite shore that looked like a four-legged monster, but disappeared into the woods without attacking the Mariellas. I don't suppose the demons here will humiliate that swamp with the spirits of this water world and lake.
In evidence of this, when Zeke noticed that the Spirit's power was abode in the arrow, Ramia stopped intimidating him with a "shaaaa" and unraveled what was tightening up the scourge of critical and black warfare, retreating to slip somewhat closer to the Grand Dollar but far enough away.
Spirit arrows and rising roars that are unleashed without hair in between.
"Ooooooo!" and "Gooooooo!" Was the sound also heard the joyous voice of the black scourge of war that got the man to fight? Or is it due to the pain and anger that the arrow of the Spirit struck and made a great hole in its trunk?
A black war disaster that spreads to collapse slightly, from which four legs, like thorns, take the form of infantry and cavalry as the spear grows and shivers as it swoops loosely.
(It's like, um, it's a nightmare...)
The animals and spirits who watched that war may have recognized that sight this way. Those who survived that war must have dreamed of this nightmare every day.
Until earlier, the black scourge of war, incredibly spread trapped inside the petrified Lamia, spreads like a liquid while absorbing the black demons that spring up here, swelling up to the temporal scale of the legion in a matter of time.
Even Siege's unleashed arrows of spirits seem not to have suffered any minor damage, either because it belongs to the predominant water attributes in the land, swallowing and healing every cut taken, with no trace.
The number is like an army that ravages the city, and the speed at which it grows is like a demon that is inevitable, and its spread is like an imminent curse.
Even more troublesome, from the crumbling north side of the walls, without suppressors, the black demons push towards the Mariellas like landslides.
How can I keep pushing something like this?
How can we overcome this situation and clean up the scourge of war?
"Okay, now. Set the fire!
"Ooh!"
On Sieg's signal, Edgan holds fire in his double sword, and Sieg leads the fire arrow and squeezes it. Even Eurique, Franz, Donino, and Mariella in the Grand Dollar unleashed various kinds of fire magic, large and small, into the barrels and bottles that had been brought into the place and the liquids that had been scattered so far.
Mariella was the only kind of life magic ignition magic, and although it would have been more efficient to throw even a piece of ignited wood than to use magic, I would leave that area aside.
The person in question is full of himself, he doesn't realize how wasteful he is, and the other members don't rely on Mariella's fire magic in the first place, so it makes sense to participate.
The liquid scattered at the same time as the ignition burned, and the flame spread widely into the barrel.
Whale oil.
Extracted from the demonic whale Gladale, it was an oil that could be harvested from the best whale as a light fire.
Before the development of magic prop technology, lanterns that remained lit for a long time without a supply of magic were widely used, and whale oil obtained in large quantities among their fuels was widely distributed in densely populated urban areas.
The black scourge of war wandered for a moment into a bright light like a glitter, but as he swayed into a distortion as he laughed, he immediately stepped on the flames and began to march on the Mariellas.
Like lights and other lights that illuminate the city are nothing compared to the intensity of the flames we have broken and burned.
As if the flames were something I could unify, a black scourge of war that leads me without hesitation into the flames that dye my surroundings red. And the black demons who don't stop invading as they change course to make flames.
If it was just whale oil, it would have been the flames that swallowed it.
If the presence that holds the fire was a black scourge of war in the case of an invader, it might have been the fire that put it out.
But this is not just oil. If it was such oil, Mariella and the others would not waste the night capturing and purifying it.
Gradoere's whale oil burns for longer than normal whale oil, and because it has the unusual properties of burning for longer at low temperatures if ignited with even less magic, and for longer at high temperatures if ignited with great magic, it is widely used and still trades at high prices.
And what really unites the flames...
Mariella grabbed the salamander that had been wrapped around her shoulder until then with a collar roll, and threw it toward the spot where the black scourge of war and Mariella's several flaming barrels were placed.
"Caw!?
Didn't you anticipate this development, "Huh? Hey, here!?" But Mariella screams at the lizard, whose eyes and mouth flies wide open.
Put your magic power into that voice. Through the line that connects her to the ground, to deliver to the master ahead of her.
"" Come! Flaming Spirit, Frazija!!!
At that moment, huge columns of fire rose from the entire courtyard that would blow everything from courtyard to courtyard, both the black war disaster and the black demons.
Mariella escaped the flames so that they could be protected in the junction, and found her master, Frazija, standing in the flames, in a hazy consciousness, losing her natural magic, and heard her voice.