The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"How many are there......!?

Kuzha kicks off the nearby golem with a screaming voice.

The leg strength of the beast blew the body of metal like a ball.

"Fox Fire," Fire Around "!!"

Magic as a chase flies and the body of the machine is burned and licked.

More golems loomed over the wreckage of his fellow men who were thus destroyed.

"I think I broke 200... Mr. Wind, please"

Hit the wind magic on the herd that came.

The golems stomped their legs and tried to fight the wind, but were stirred up and blew away.

"I won't carry......!

Thunder arrows fly at the golems hardened by the wind so that they can be pushed in.

Collectively pierced, the flock of machines is crushed.

Mr. Richelle sighed as he took a leisurely look at the flowers of the explosion that had come late.

"Unlike creatures, it's troublesome to come without fear of death and without regard for what you will damage. Damage doesn't seem to lower morale."

That point is certainly troublesome and annoying.

Golem is faithfully trying to fulfill orders from the Lord everywhere.

They are unconscious, which is a machine. I will not be afraid of my enemies or mourn my fallen allies. Unemotionally, just faithfully, they come to fulfill the wishes of the Lord of the Great Safe.

What comes at me is captivity, and what Kuzha and Mr. Richelle can point at is a weapon. It was indisputably the will of Iggysta, the Lord of the Great Safe.

… that's it?

Mr. Fernote was afraid it might be a battle, and I was thinking about the possibility.

But I didn't think I'd try to hurt Kuzha and the others if I got out so hard.

I can understand why because I've been asked so much about the importance of Mr. Cyril that I think I can have octopuses in my ears, but this is obviously a rampage.

"Which area is it right now......!? Where is Mr. Iggysta in the first place?!?

"Already on the upper level...... maybe she's in her room"

Upper level on the way. Close to the deepest part of it is her room. Lock up, if that means it will be there.

It's possible that Mr. Cyril's room or the factory district where he produces the golem, but they're all on the upper level of the big vault.

All likely places are up there. Then the place to go is up there.

Due to the structure of the pyramid type, the more you go to the upper level, the narrower the area per floor. The number of golems will also increase, partly because of the proximity of the production sites.

The more I climbed up, the more metal swarms filled my vision, the more I ran through.

Leave the gap in the siege net to the small body and velocity to scratch and instantly "Dream Sleep Pity".

"I'm in the way......!

Even if you know the words don't make sense, a mind that feels troubled spills nature and stupidity.

Ignored as a matter of course, the addition of a golem came.

"Come on, I'm tired of seeing the same face...! Fox Fire," Phoenix Fire "!"

Kuzha seems to be pissed off, too, and her magic aim is getting cluttered.

An extensive herd of fireballs pours down and bakes the golem. I'll blur this one out from behind a few shots, but that's exactly what I'll be putting into the math.

There was also damage caused by Mr. Richelle's purple electric arrows, and the aisle was full of scorching odors.

Xeno-kun is going to cry if they charge me for the repair later, including the ceiling that I bumped out of, but not in that case now. I waved the blade so as to sharpen the futile thought that lasted for a moment.

"Both of you, what's your margin?

"No problem. With this level of consumption, you can keep firing for another half day."

"You can still go!

Honestly, there's no danger with this member.

Kuzha is better suited for splitting and magic vs. the majority, and Mr. Richelle is more high-fired and extensive than I thought.

I have the ability to call myself a cheat, and I have the magic of recovery as an urgent means.

This one is headed in the direction of the enemy coming, and I'm the target. Adding to that, Mr. Fernote and Mr. Zeno would be better off in terms of danger.

Think militarily. Don't worry about Mr. Fernote, but Xeno-kun is a little anxious. I know you're not weak, but you're not outside like us, you're not in a combat position like Mr. Fernote. I hope you're okay.

Neguseau's concerned, too, but if it's dangerous over there, they should keep in touch.

I should have let you know by yesterday, and I guess it's okay that you didn't say anything.

It's getting annoying to count a few times up the stairs and further up the top.

It was around the time I could see the end of it. I mean, it's time for me to get upset.

"- Mr. Alger, that! Aren't you building a golem!?

Kuzha-chan points to the tip. I saw the golems emerge one after the other from beyond the large doors.

"... it sounds better to keep that one down first"

There, yesterday, I was led to Iggysta. It's one of those places they took me around saying I might remember if I looked around.

To be honest, I had no idea of the Golem production line that Mr. Cyril had created.

There were things like magic tools everywhere, and the factories to which they were mechanically connected were all automatic from material replenishment to creation, to the extent that what the amateur I could see was "built with fairly advanced technology".

I mean, the principle is unknown, and if you're going to stop it, you have to break it.

It's a machine, so I can't fix it magically after I break it, but the later thing is later.

It's honestly depressing to be attacked uninterruptedly, and now I can't help but talk decently when confronted with Iggysta.

"We will lose the source of the golem. Both of you, let's go."

"I understand!

"Accepted. But it's strange."

"Something bothering you, Mr. Richelle?

Without stopping the motion of shooting the bow, Mr. Richelle looks at the idea. An arrow released with the same look pierced the golem.

Mr. Richelle responds to my questions as he walks through the aisle, where the disturber is gone.

"The protection of the Cyril Grand Safe is strong and famous enough to blow all the way to the Devil's Continent. From construction to now, we have heard that we have never allowed any foreign enemies to enter. We've been inside this one since the beginning… but a little less threatening, don't you think?"

"... Sure, a little odd... Huh!

When I was questioned and conceived after they said it, I felt disgusted.

I honestly followed the sense of crisis that had come the moment I knocked at the door leading up to the production site.

Pull Mr. Richelle with Kuzha, who was nearby, and retreat to flank him. I gave up because I didn't have enough hands until Kuzha's split.

The massive mass that came momentarily behind the dodge crushes the floor. Kuzha's identities got caught up in it, and she disappeared.

"Ku......!?

"Mr. Alger, are you okay!?

"Yeah, I'm fine...... sorry Kuzha. Bushiha couldn't get around."

"No, I don't mind that...... or is Bushiha already a decision among Mr. Algiers...?

They made me look subtle again. I think that's a good name. Bushiha-chan because he's a Kuzha-chan.

"I'm sorry, Master Alger. You saved me again."

"I don't mind that. I'm glad you're okay."

I didn't think I needed to help you get up, so I didn't lend a hand from there. More importantly, it was nowhere near.

Pulled out of the earthen smoke is a giant sword. The size that people can't swing around is still Golem's.

"... isn't it too big?

There was a huge golem there, 5 meters from the sighting.

As far as I can tell, the passage is very unlikely to pass. Perhaps after being built here, we can go out on a different route.

"You can rest assured. Because I try not to hit Cyril."

"... that won't be the problem"

And over the head of a giant golem, there she was.

Flow your copper coin hair loosely, narrow your silver-colored eyes, and hold a wand as bright as gold.

"... iggista"

"Hey Cyril. I was wondering if you could give me a minute. Because I'm about to punish the people who are hanging out with Cyril now."

Iggysta laughs as she looks straight at me and sees something that isn't me though.

The face is sunny everywhere. I have no doubt whatsoever about the correctness of what I do.

That's why that kid is sad.

No one stops you, alone spirits.

I took a step to end it.