... It certainly didn't taste good to have destroyed the gate. If giant ghosts or rock ghosts escape from here, there will be catastrophe.
I don't think the policy of trying to do everything possible is wrong, but I can't deny that it has floated a little.
But if there's a hole, all you have to do is block it. I built stone walls with [stone walls (wall of stone)] spells instead of destroyed gates, blocking the entrances and exits of underground passages.
We can't get in and out of the dark with stone walls, but we have no problem because we can transmit matter with the effect of [subspace travel (move-outerplane)].
"Whoa!? The rock ghost is getting hit!?"
As he moved his body into the subspace and broke into the underground passage, there was a death battle between the rock ghost zombies and the demons. Several giant ghosts jump from the left and right walls onto the bodies of rock ghosts zombies and stick out their swords, and countless little ghosts flock to their feet.
"Gaaah!"
A rock ghost zombie grabs a giant ghost with a spot on the back of his neck and slaps it against the wall. The giant ghost crumbles unbroken, but one rookie giant ghost after another mounted it, waving a great sword or stick down his ankle.
"Gruwowow......"
Originally, blunt rock ghost movements became zombies and are even blunter. Kids are bad minutes before the giant ghost collaborative play anyway. I would have liked to have reduced the number of ghosts in the underground aisle with a rock ghost zombie if possible, but that's something the world doesn't do so well.
"What do we do? Do you want to leave me alone and move on?
Sedam asks calmly. Of course, I'm going to. But I hope the knights, who have hardly made it this far, have not been stressed out.
……
"Do you have any instructions, Lord Wizard?
The three knights set up swords and shields and had sharp gazes around them. The formation around me hasn't even collapsed. Gillion is somewhat on the Buddha's top, but he doesn't seem to have lost his seriousness.
"... oh, please be vigilant at that rate. Let's just say we move on."
It seemed a little insulting to their professionalism. With a few apologies, pound Gillion's big back.
"Hey, what is it?
"No what. I'm counting on you, Lord Gillion."
If our main force suddenly becomes a zombie and rampant, or if the gates of the stronghold are extinguished and blocked with stone walls instead, they will panic, even though they are demons. We moved on as giant ghosts and little ghosts turned right and left.
"... there's some culture in the dark, too."
"Well, in a way, it's culture"
On the road, Crawla shrugs when she sees something like a creepy painting on the aisle wall (though it only looked like a polar-colored whirlpool to me) or something like a playboard. In contrast, Sedam pointed to the production site of the pawn-like thing on the playboard. Whatever the material of a pawn, it is a human bone.
"Damn it."
"O gods, have mercy..."
"Ugh..."
Other than that, along the way, I saw 'works of art' of different darknesses. If you think you look somewhat familiar in that material, it was the bandits who were in the fortress of the jergle.
I learn the feeling that the back of my belly gets cold at the awesomeness of the ghosts' hatred of humans. Pure nausea also strikes, walking in the face of the fact that the contents of the stomach are about to reflux.
"Dark bastards, lick the humans. I'll crush you. Absolutely."
I hear Gillion's low whining mixed with the sound of Rio Lia and Crawla taking their breath. A pure flame of anger in that voice was preventing my heart from freezing and breaking.
"This is the right."
"Mmm...... I almost missed it. Sorry."
The widest underground passage indicated by the mapping scroll continues across several corners, slopes and stairs.
Though we know the structure and destination of the passageway, we continue through the dark, creepy passageway, where only fireworks and pine lights have been installed, among the murderous demons. Sometimes I'm going to lose track of my path, but Sedam gives me precise instructions.
To avoid making sacrifices, I was also thinking about going in alone, but I was beginning to think they were - glad they had company.
"Destination ahead."
Sedam affirmed.
Straight down the wide aisle, he went out into a vast space reminiscent of a dome stadium. The perimeter is surrounded by rock walls that are likely to be 20 meters long. The end of the aisle was about inside the walls, as it descended to the bottom with a large stone staircase.
"You got here sooner than I thought......... Huh!?"
But there I was, swallowing saliva, even though I was in a safe subspace.
Because I saw the "Dark Nest" that exists in the middle of the hall.
"... what a mess..."
"What the hell..."
lumps of pitch-black spheres, all I can say.
On a good note, there are a few little ghost-like shadows around.
Four or five loose spheres, about four or five meters tall, stacked in bullshit. I imagined a more biological existence when I heard the explanation, but it's a surprisingly inorganic impression.
Besides, it seems like a very appropriate thing to say... that's not from 'the world'.
I don't know if it's intuition or instinct. The moment we saw it, we were sure of it. Compared to that 'nest', even the Darks seem to be companions of the same world.
"Something... coming out?
The surface of the sphere placed on the ground rises from the inside. At first, a single stick seemed to protrude, but its tip was divided into five pieces and turned into a 'hand'. Then the wrinkled shoulders, the distorted head, and the thick chest grow from the surface of the sphere. Cheap variety of artists trying to break through thin rubber membranes all over their bodies...... it sticks best as an explanation.
Eventually, the surface of the sphere ripped and peeled off from the tip of his hand, and the whole body of the rock ghost was exposed, feeling 'lukewarm'. The peeled surface is immediately absorbed into the sphere.
"... is that the 'nest' of the dark"
Even Sedam's voice was trembling.
"What I saw 10 years ago was for one of those spheres"
Deputy Gunnar's stern face is also tense to tension.
"That, until now, has never been discovered at all, which means you were intentionally hiding. Until it produces a sufficient number of ghosts."
"So you're saying that the operation... is thinking of a strategy?
"We originally knew the demons would fight tactically under their commanders..."
Think of ways to destroy the 'nest' while listening to the knights and adventurers argue seriously.
It would still be a [meteorite (metheo)] choice here.
It's a spell that sends meteorites down from heaven, but there's nothing in the dungeon, it should.
However, in order to use the spell by way of example, it is necessary to return from subspace to the material realm. Hopefully the 'nest' will keep you company, but it would be dangerous if you had some means of attack. I have a hand in getting out of subspace and using spells...
You're dismissed.
"If you die, you won't be able to get back out of subspace, will you?
"I'm not kidding!
"In case you do, you will be the shield of the Wizard!
"You can abandon yourself when your feet are tied."
Their feelings are appreciated. In fact, I'm not that confident or sure either. I'm just afraid. that they will be hurt by their own miscalculations.
"A little, not on the diagram?
"... Mmm."
"Hey... Crawler"
Crawler's cold eyes and voice. That paid for my heart too. It's bad for Rio, but how much I acted like a great wizard and I'm just a former company employee.
That's why we need company.
Remind me of the spells and hand held magic items that remain in the Spell Library and imagine future developments. For example, what if that sphere comes in? What if a bunch of ghosts attacked us from behind?
I shook my head and worked out the operation and told them.
"I want to destroy that one. Can you help me?"