The main unit, led by Cleon, was about to end the seventh tier of offense.
I'm following the offensive team along with the Phillias, but if you look around at the other adventurers, you've already put out quite a few shepherds.
The seven-story path could not be said to be wide, and each room of the palace was buried in rocks and dust.
It has luxurious ceramic pieces scattered around it, barely retaining its appearance as an ancient palace.
Both Nasha, the black monk, and Lisa, the white monk, looked a lot tired.
The two were Phyllia's escorts, but they were nevertheless forced to engage in rear support shortly after taking a break as magicians, in accordance with the overall offensive team policy.
"Mr. Solon seems perfectly fine at all......!
Lisa says in a bit of a surprise.
Being a magical swordsman, I also participate in battles from the side with supportive magic.
I even ask the Lascaros to guard Filia and fight on the front lines quite often.
But I'm not so worn out.
The same goes for the neighbors Lascaros and Notaras, plus the Creons, Arte and Flora don't have any tired faces.
They are all executives and senior members of the former Knights of St. Sophia.
Almost all of the old team members have not yet fallen off the offense.
Even Nasha and Lisa are the top adventurers in the Empire.
But even assuming that the members of the Knights of St. Sophia, who were sung the strongest, would be proud of their strength in isolation from the rest.
"That's Sophia's lover!
"Is Mr. Solon Sophia's lover?
Nasha asks me intrigued by Lisa's words.
Lisa didn't think she'd be interested in this kind of topic to the sober Nasha anyway.
As I opened my mouth to answer, Philia pulled my sleeve.
Still Phyllia stares into my eyes.
What's the matter with you?
Solon's not Mr. Sophia's girlfriend.
"Huh?"
"Right?
"Yes, it is..."
Looking back, both Lisa and Nasha, and finally Notaras, are grinning.
Everybody smiles, it's creepy.
"The Empress is a jerk, isn't she!
I say with a laugh that Lisa dulls.
The other two were nodding yeah.
Only Las Carlos just doesn't change his expression and says it looks boring.
"It's time to fight the seventh tier boss."
He was right, and the leading creon was about to open a heavy iron door.
From the information examined beforehand, this was one of the difficulties of the offensive.
Many adventurers have either given up their offense in the seventh tier or are wiped out altogether.
Phyllia clutches her neck strangely.
"Hey, Solon. What kind of enemy do you have?
"Looking at all the literature, it says it's a tiger"
"A tiger? You mean the one who made the cat bigger and scarier?
"Well, it fits more or less. It's not just an animal, it's a demon."
Nevertheless, it was strange that the tiger had repelled many powerful adventurers.
It becomes a dragon golem, though I know if it's such a high-ranking demon tribe.
"What else do you know about being vulnerable to water magic?"
"Yeah. Then can my water magic attack do a little damage?
"It may be possible if you work hard, but it's dangerous, so look behind you, Master Philia."
"Too bad"
And while crushing, Philia was lightly convinced.
There are already retreaters out there on the offense, and I'm guessing you realize the degree of difficulty has increased.
Assuming that Philia successfully attacks, I want to avoid that the Demon's eyes are poured on Philia,
Following the Creons, we moved beyond the door.
It was once the great hall of the palace, a bright white space filled with marble.
Besides the four large pillars standing there, there was nothing else.
"There's nothing there."
Sage Arte snapped like a clap out of it.
There was certainly nothing in that hall.
But I realized the enemy existed.
Up there.
Cleon snapped short.
The adventurers look up at the ceiling in unison.
Only the palace of the King's Capital of the ancient kingdom, its ceiling was roughly high and well represented the size of the hall.
But there were some large holes in its ceiling, and beyond the holes it was wrapped in darkness.
It's a void between six and seven layers.
And out of that darkness, a bird appeared.
No, it's not a bird.
It was a winged tiger.
He boasts a striped body of black and yellow, staring at us with majestic golden brown eyes.
"Winged Tiger......"
Legend has it that I've heard of it.
It appears in the ancient stories of the ancient kingdom as a spiritual beast that discerns the good and evil of men and punishes them.
The wing tiger plunged down and blurred over the heads of the adventurers.
The tiger's leg was like a hook claw.
One of the sorcerer's women is exposed to a wing tiger and screams high.
The woman was swung down as she was and slammed against the wall.
At the next moment, the wing tiger opened his mouth wide.
Red lotus flames spit out of its throat, and it approaches here.
As many adventurers panicked, Cleon unleashed the Holy Sword and took a step forward.
The golden holy sword receives a stream of burning flames from the front.
Me and Lascaros followed suit and tried to join the defense as an avant-garde.
But some of them could not be supported, and a swordsman man directly beneath the wing tiger took a direct blow from the flames.
The scream was interrupted in an instant, and all that remained was the doll's bright black shadow.
Seeing it, some avant-garde adventurers, fearful, try to escape.
But they couldn't get away.
Because Arte unleashed flaming magic in front of them from behind.
A fence of fire can be their way out.
"The weak will be slain by the demons, and the fleeing will be slain by me. Come on, fight for your life!
They looked stunned and then rushed back to their enemies.
If we don't do this, we can't keep up the war.
I guess that means the U.N. crowd.
The offensive team is made by rallying together adventurers who look good for now.
Except for the executives of the Knights of Salvation, it's not strange to lose your will immediately if you're pushed to a disadvantage.
"You should stop doing things like robbing your people of their escape routes, Arte"
As I fought, Arte looked annoyed and stared at me with black eyes.
"I don't remember being instructed by seniors. Be a shield at best. You can't defeat that demon clan in a senior attack."
And when he said so, Arte laughed, and shook the scepter of the goat high.