Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

Necromancers overflowing the aisle begin to kill before us and toward the living.

But the magic trick unleashed by the purple-eyed child had not yet lost its effect.

The monsters crawl down the floor, reaching for both.

The passage, filled with dozens of dead spirits, was exactly the kind of sight to call hell.

And the inmates, packed close and close, finally reach out of range.

The leading oneself rose with a vibrant look on the face of the dead.

That's where Tor waited, and he just double-broke off and disappears.

The other one was slashed off his arm and his neck was snapped with a blade to return.

The Necromancers, who have continuously escaped the bondage of magic moves in such a way, are pruned to Thor like fruitful wheat.

To a lesser view, Sora groaned as she lifted her wand.

"Something's a little pathetic."

A dead spirit's hand overflowing from the end tries to touch Tor from the blind spot, but the first disappears instantly from its elbow.

While sympathetic, its eyes firmly captured the overall movement.

"Toe, hang in there!

Moo is cheering innocently before he looks any different.

He doesn't seem to feel any fear or pity for the prisoners who have become only bones.

Perhaps there is no perception in the first place that these skeletons are people.

"Mr. Mum, you'll be out in five seconds."

"Ra Ra!

To Euril's words, children unleash their magic again.

A purple tsu passed through the aisle, and the Necromancers lifted their hands even higher instead of groans of resentment.

The monsters who were put out like that were swept away in less than twenty minutes.

Through the cleaned aisle, the line moves on.

We explore the northeastern area as it were, but the map was filled without finding anything stair-like.

"Hmm, I thought this place was awkward."

What Sola pointed out was the passage at the deepest end.

There was also a line-up of houses, inside which, as a matter of course, the Necromancers were imprisoned.

There is only one side of the cell, and because of it, if you walk along the opposite wall, it is a place where you could get through without being touched by a riddle monster.

"Oh, there's this again."

At the end of the aisle, there were still chains dangling.

Before that, the Tors first covered the passage in front of Moo, just as they did earlier.

As soon as the chain is pulled, the iron lattice of the chamber rises, overflowing as the prisoners cut the weir.

And with a light magic trick of electricity, we return to captivity again.

Thor and the others, who cleaned up Noronoro and the looming Necromancers, peek from the edge of the house.

Nothing stair-like had appeared, but Euril noticed that only one room had a different sleeping area position than the others.

"Doesn't this bother you?

"I don't mind, but it's unnatural."

To return the tidily indifferent toil, Euril unfortunately moved his eartips loosely.

Moving a run-down wooden sleeping table, what was hidden beneath it was a hole that people were likely to be able to get through.

When you plug in the demonic stone lamp, directly below you can see the debris overlapping and scaffolding.

"What an elaborate staircase this is again"

That day, time ran out there.

The following week, the Tors, who visit the prison again, clean up the resurrected Necromancers with the same procedures as before.

As they descended through the escape floor hole to the seventh floor, Tor embarked on a quest to fill the map.

The north side seemed to be where the prison was supposed to play its original role, and both ends of the aisle were full of barns.

Cleaning up the dead spirit crisply, sometimes pulling chains to release them and moving on.

The seventh floor was normally found stairs, so we arrive at the eighth floor without any particular difficulty.

Sora was grinning alone with garlic on a properly widened map.

From there, over two days, Tor and the others finally complete the map to the ninth floor.

In any case, the northern region had only a large number of Necromancers, what a difficult place to do.

What I found out is that from the sixth to the ninth floors, it is the corner of Zone 2 on the north side, which is common in jails, and the south side, which is full of guards.

That area must be completely separated after the seventh floor and must go up to the sixth floor once to come and go.

And the only staircase to the tenth floor is on the south side, but the iron lattice is holding back the way it's going.

That the mechanism to open and close it is apparently this chain-filled room on the north side.

"Huh, that was a lot."

"I think we need to get over here first."

Thor peeks into a small window that opens onto the wall as he helps Moo, who was trying so hard to climb onto his back.

The iron plaid in front of the stairs in the adjacent room remained down as usual.

There is no such thing as a steel doll full of methyl that is just a watchman.

I knocked him down over three days ago, but it doesn't seem to have happened again yet.

"So, which one is the hit? Thor."

"You'd better not touch that, Mr. Sola."

With that advice, Euril pointed to a point on the wall.

There was a small hole unnaturally drilled there.

Something's about to pop up in the atmosphere, so much so that I don't like it.

"All right, I'll try. Everyone's waiting outside."

"Yes."

Thor, with his sword hanging in one hand, grabs one of the chains while standing in the center.

When I pulled along with the stiff response, the trap was activated.

But not from the hole in the wall, directly below.

It was two long blades that jumped out of the cobblestone gap.

Jump in the vertical direction so as to pinch the body of the toil.

It's a completely poked form of Thor's void that was alert to jumping tools from the hole in the wall.

-.

Moments later, Tor's body disappeared, and the black blade swept away without sound through the space where there was nothing left.

The two blades disappeared under the floor without sound.

"This is another nasty trick."

Using < retroactive > makes it safe to check one bottle at a time, but then the number of times it can be used is compressed.

I want to keep at least half of it for other traps, sudden accidents, etc.

In a chain with more than ten bottles, Tor scratched under his chin.

"Then let Moo do it! Toe."

Saying so, the child abruptly opened the bug basket.

Naturally, the rashes inside pop up fine.

And in a single chain, he stopped without sound and rested his feathers.

"That's around!

"Is that true?

Half-heartedly, Thor pulls the chain again.

A very ragged and familiar sound echoed from the adjoining room.

Thor, distracted, but peeks into the small window for confirmation.

The iron lattice was completely up.

A new shadow appears in Thor's eyes when he leaks his ho breath.

It was the appearance of multiple human beings who came into the next room.