Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The men shook their voices and pushed the iron door. Making a tight noise, something lacquered peeled off the gap.

It's a very big door. Dust overhead, leading the heavily equipped Patriarch Pseli, quietly awaits the opening of the war.

And that's when I noticed a man.

He has his finger on his body and is slowly glancing at his finger toward the tip of the blade. It's the color that bothers me. It was turning into a red color like blood... not a snug, wet one was definitely blood itself.

"Zella, could that be a new skill (skill)?

"Heh, I remember. He's the fruit of his training. That's good."

Wow, I envy you. Even so, I'm sure it's a move I can't imitate.

I hear the South Sound family's blood is special. They manipulate blood and, as its name suggests, they chop up enemies with a thousand blades.

Even if a large number of enemies push over, with the Southand family, everything changes. Use even the blood of others to chop up all. This is what they call the strongest interpersonal battle.

"Um, can you name this guy Blood Ben?"

And after training his mind, he acquired new skills. She looked a little bloody and Marie didn't like it, but I'm sure she'll show more strength than ever.

Yeah, I'd like to get some special moves soon, too. When he is so impressed, the big man turns back and whispers at him.

"I really wanted to join the defense. War is better for the Southands. But you can't leave Doula alone."

"Well, that's true. He seems solid, and he doesn't care."

Conversely, Mr. Zella and others may seem appropriate and serious. I think you and I are a good couple, etc.

He came looking back at me, even though I was whispering to him, for example. Whoa, can you even hear me whispering like this? This is not cool.

To Marie, who puts her index finger on her lips, we nodded in small pieces many times.

And while I'm doing this, the door is slowly opening.

We are curious about an ancient civilization, about a world we have yet to see. When I took the girl's hand, I decided to put Xela down and head to the front row.

Too much, no...... eh.

Third Hierarchy Hall that no one has seen yet. Now I'm slowly untied.

When the heavy, floating door of iron rust was opened, it was black there.

Black, not black. Even the floors with the light were inked.

But it is also different from the hall where we once fought the demonic Cartina, and the spirits of Gedover country. It was the black grass that covered them in surprise that cried out the sound of the bruises.

It's not dead or alive, and ancient plants are covered as if time had stopped.

When we saw it, we slightly enlarged our eyes.

"The Age of the Night... that's exactly the color"

"That's the color I saw in the painting. It's like I'm falling asleep."

Whispered by the girl with her hands held together, I nod. I feel like I took a walk at three ugly times when all sleep is quiet. Somewhere I can feel the silence and slight peace of mind.

But not very uncomfortable. When I was wondering why that was, I was whispered by a girl with her hands held together.

"For some reason, I remember when I took a walk with you on Aomori night."

"Oh, it could be close to that. This is probably the origin of the night in this world."

- The beginning of the night.

Yes, I did, but I have no reason, no basis, nothing. But I thought the same thing, and the girl snorted at me.

There were a lot of people around us, but we feel like we're alone in the world. When I exhaled more, I stained the cold white.

Only lights from open doors exist. From here on out, it would be a completely different world. We took the first step right behind us, protected by the demonic Cartina.

Light one light spirits and step into the world of night. It was also like a traveler lost in the night lane and relying on the lamp lights.

Speaking of which, I barely know the nights of the fantasy world. Because of Japanese life, I fall asleep immediately.

But I also want to know the world at night. That seemed like a sight.

Shake the grass to knee length and slowly we move forward.

Did that look dangerous? There were those who drew the retreat and the grass closer together. It's Zella, the big man I spoke to earlier.

But he gives us a look of surprise when he stops. And if you send your gaze ahead in the same way...

Someone was standing there.

No, should I describe this as "something"? A shadow who stretched out his hands desperately this way and gave him a distressed look. But the skin lost its pigment due to years of weathering and was as bright white as snow.

"What the hell..."

We are also opening our eyes again as we hear a groaning voice.

I don't think so.

The person, stiffened without slight movement, was wearing an old fashioned robe, and when he turned a blind eye, several people looked the same behind him.

Faces and clothes are made differently, but there is only one thing in common. It's headed for the door, the exit, and it's killing us.

"Oops...... that's disgusting. Were you running away from something?

Zella squealed at me with such a plundered voice.

I wasn't too aware of the upset, but at some point I'm held tight in my arms. The girl whispered in a mixed voice of fright.

"Yeah, 'cause it's a relic from hundreds of years ago... you've been like this forever? What the hell were you running from?

"I don't know. Maybe he couldn't control this labyrinth."

I tried to say it without much basis, but the words fell on Ston and his chest.

This third tier controls demons. Then they would have been managed by the hands of the ancients.

I've learned ancient languages and seen the remnants of culture. They had much more advanced sorcery.

- Then why did it perish?

Slowly turn your gaze behind them.

Would this grass have grown in this ancient labyrinth from the beginning? It's hard to think of that as true. For in the middle of the hall a great sword stabbed rampantly, and black grass seemed to grow around it.

Collapsed buildings are scattered, and there are large holes in the walls. Now blocked by dirt and sand, cracks on one side of the wall would have had meteorite-like impacts.

Something must have happened here.

To the source they were studying, that great sword flew in and pierced them, and research and civilization abruptly ended. The ancients are doomed, and time continues to stop.

Yes, in my eyes. [M]

And there is one who sits, so that the sword may continue.

The giant does not move like a stone statue, and the sign is that of stone again. But we can feel it. That one is probably horribly strong.

Until now, silent mass communication (Reid Chat) begins with the squeezing out of Commander Doula's voice. She stood Jen royally at the open door and was badly distressed whether she should proceed or return.

"… Forward, begin"

Footsteps sound without putting hair in between. The proud elites of the Alirai nation trusted their commanders and responded to their orders.

She tried to wipe out the team once. Challenging an unprecedented ancient labyrinth, he advanced without fully understanding the power of his enemies, and was about to be eaten by countless demons.

That's why I would be experiencing deeper distress than anyone else. Because we still don't know what our enemies are capable of.

"Whoa, I got your back. Bye, you guys be careful."

That's what she said, and Zella goes back to her.

It was Xela who saved the crisis, and we, the Amesists. That's why he started socializing in a cliché (trigger), so he'll feel the air more than anyone else.

The march is starting to sound as quiet as possible.

A hundred-sized offensive team was swallowed to the door one after the other, and a horizontal row of shields was gradually being formed.

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Well, as far as we're concerned, we're getting lost.

You are given more temporal respite than your opponent can move. I want to be prepared as efficiently as possible when it does.

That would also include working with Cartina, who would say, "I will not do any work other than escort". Her origins are just a little complicated, she's from Gedover, a war opponent, and a former knight, and Shirley and the others are saving her life again.

He's been treated badly before, and his loyalty to his country isn't nearly as bad. It can also be said that as we spent more time in a peaceful second level hall, we were boned out.

But seriously, she can't even choose to betray the demons to her own country where they live. That's why I only took on half fairy elf escorts.

"Cartina, should I register for Communication (Chat)"

When I whisper so, for some reason her eyes are shimmering. What's the matter with you? and I waved my finger in front of him and Ha and Cartina focused.

"Hmm? Oh, you forgot. You want me to sign you up for a party?

"Let's do that. You're not as high as Uridora, and your experience isn't much less."

"Wait, wait, I'm still close to 120 on this. What level is Lord Uridora?"

Such a secret topic is communication of will (chat). Telling her that way with a trick, she snorted - now staring at the setup screen.

Was that bad if I could browse it all? If you don't like it, I don't mind just not viewing Cartina.

If you think so, the puffiness and her fingertips touch the screen. Everything is viewable in the same settings as we do.

"I don't mind. Let me reveal everything, too. You're a knight when it comes to credibility."

"Yeah, I just did that with my usual habits. But Cartina's skills. I'm not exhausted, and I think I'll let you take your time looking at it later."

She weakened, as she answered that in her brain and said, "Was it still so?"

More than that, I wonder what she was interested in earlier. When I ask, I can point my fingertips forward wrapped in armor.

Straight ahead of it was a great sword that stabbed diagonally.

"No way............... you want an array?

"Fool, it's up to me to want it, that's the Devil's Sword! It is fundamentally different from the mere incorporation of demonic stones. Look, you listen to me very carefully - that one is worth the same as the country."

Huh? Oh, it's hard to tell how awesome it is.

You know what I mean? And when I turned my gaze to Marie, she still looked subtle. 'Cause, you see, what the girl's got in her hands is a wand created by the demon dragon, and maybe the value's better up here, isn't it? You can bring out almost infinitely magic, can't you?

"Hmm, what do you do? If it works, you're gonna get it, but it's hard to fight a demon opponent, right?

"No, I'm fine. Think about it, they are ancestors but they will never die...... yes, we have to let them form a Buddha. It's a sad rule for our people."

Yeah, yeah, I'm snorting, but it's not a sad look at all. Isn't that what you said the other day?

Uh, is it good? No, of course I don't care, and I can't help but want to fight fast.

"Fair enough. I wonder how we should position the formation. If you don't know what your enemies are capable of, you don't know if you can prepare a high ground."

"It is. If you have the ability to fly, you risk being targeted more intensively."

"Hmm, if it's high, I'll take care of it, but it has to be by Marie's side."

"Oh, you have that hand, too. Then why don't we have a narrow 'tower' this time? There's no way to dump a favorable high ground."

"Mmm, nice. Can we minimize defense and focus on offense? I've got plenty of flying gear, and I'll hang with Mr. Doula."

I try to work out the maneuvers in a wimpy and communicative (chat) way.

Once Cartina seemed to wonder about our "height of response," but she didn't seem to realize she was at the core of it.

More hands that can hit like this must be our strength. Of course, I've never heard of such a tactic before.

The door closes.

That was a signal that all soldiers would enter the room and welcome the time of battle.

With my sword in my hand, I walk in the meadow.

The area is filled with black grass, and the breath is white because it came deep underground. But this is just the right amount because it's smarter.

Send cold air to your lungs overlooking the meadow, then turn forward. Then the giant's back went into view.

Big. I'm about three meters tall even when I'm sitting.

The fabric of the roll is wrapped around the arm, and the text is engraved underneath it. It looks like a stone statue now, but it would probably be a fierce battle if we activated it.

"Hey, I'm in position."

But I communicate (chat) with a calm voice.

I think this is probably better than stuck. Excessive tension exhausts your body and prevents you from even thinking enough.

So I'm sure you should pull out your shoulder strength. Of course it has nothing to do with a sleepy face.

"Doula, I'm ready, too. The Tower can be activated at any time."

"Diamond Squad, we're ready. Please know that I will no longer be able to respond. Your successor will be Iska-Olion."

"... Whoa, Bradstone team, we're ready."

Suddenly, Commander Doula breathes in and shows a sword to the battlefield. It emitted a hard, silver light.

"Andalusite team, start chanting hymns!

Immediately afterwards, a high voice called Aha echoes into the hall.

That was a song for battle. It was a song that mixed multiple voices and inspired those who fought.

He shook the air with excitement and pushed his back to turn a candle-like weak light into a blaze.

Even I, accustomed to battle, am under enough pressure to be pushed.

Their songs are so powerful that they sweat so hard. I'm sure that's because endless readiness is included in the song.

Zazaza and the steel shield unfold, and from that gap the soldiers shine their eyes. Fear is eliminated, enemies are fought, and courage (Brave) is given from the song to return alive.

"We're gonna win, you guys! You will not be allowed to travel to paradise (Eden) for this first battle only! Know that our country is ahead of victory! Move on!!

The woman's sharp voice echoed, and her courage turned the soldiers into killers. How dare you! and they take a step, and a different shield rides again from above the shield.

Countless spears protruded simultaneously from the clearance placed on the bunk.

And at the same time it gives ground, and there is that which is born.

It is a tower assembled with countless stone spirits, Mariabelle standing with a cane and chanting, and lifting the demonic Cartina, who grabbed the spear with her red eyes, over the sky.

Hey, I'm surprised how brave they are when you look at them like this.

Then it's time for me to tell you your mystery. The mystery that the levels are not visible and the demons who are supposed to be around don't even know their names.

Sand spills out of the Zara and Stone statues.

Hundreds of years later, he - Adom Zweihender - kept waiting. Attackers entering the third tier.

At that time, sounds similar to electromagnetic waves echo around.

Jizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Looking back, a flash of spark illuminates the shield of the heavy armed forces in blue and white. And sloppy! And it was the demons of multiple bodies that came down with the sound of the earth.

"Left, level 98 gazer! Right, level 102 gehrote! Rebel hits from behind, 119 Azagul! They are all named (unique) high ranking demons!!

I heard such screaming voices from soldiers watching from the tower.

If you're to be forgiven, say, "Stupid!" I want to scream. Are you saying that in that moment you connected with the demonic realm and summoned many superior species?

I'm sure this would be the answer to the mystery.

The demons were now expressed and gaining flesh showed the effect of "Tower Watch (Prison Keeper)".

But I can't move.

A giant in front of him slowly opened one eye.

I felt a slight increase in my heart tone.