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

The stairs to the tenth floor seemed to be a little wide across.

Thor, with his demonic stone lamp up behind the dim darkness, stops his leg with his toe down in the first step.

Because I found a black mass halfway down the stairs.

Moo's remains jammed.

Thor, who raised his arms and encouraged vigilance, carefully steps into the stairs.

At about a few steps closer, the identity was found to be light.

Thor, with his sword in his sheath, waved down to Sola and the others waiting in the upper room.

"Heh, that's amazing. This."

"You think about it a lot."

"Yes, but it's coming off! Toe."

"Hey, don't take it personally. You're gonna piss me off."

Halfway up the stairs was a leather sleeping area.

It has metal feet of different lengths in the middle and at the edges, adjusted so that the bed is horizontal with respect to the steps.

Looking at the connection further, it looks like it can also be folded.

The area where the body can lie is covered with black leather, which conveys a bouncing soft feel when pressed by hand.

It seems surprisingly comfortable to sleep.

Each of the five sleeping stands lined up against the wall has pillows and blankets on it.

Apparently, the Heavenly Storm Alliance is using this place as a resting place.

"I'm going back to the sixth floor because it's a hassle."

It takes half a day to get to this staircase.

Yesterday, Tor nodded as if a point had been made to the lightly dressed reasons of the Chitas he saw.

That and probably, but I'll keep the cold gear and stuff here too.

As I went down the stairs, the cold air that sting my skin was getting stronger.

"Ugh, it's a little cold"

"Keeping your sleeves tied is a little better. Shall I keep your collar wrapped?"

Cold-born Euril dresses everyone up so they don't miss the warm air.

Going to the bottom of the stairs, there was a familiar chain hanging from the ceiling.

Pulling with caution, the iron lattice came down in front of the Tors, along with a deafening sound.

A similar sound echoes from the top of the stairs.

Pulling again, the iron lattice pulled into the ceiling.

"I see. That's a good idea."

If you go inside and pull the chain, the iron lattice at the top and bottom entrances closes and this staircase becomes a safety zone.

With admiration, Tor and the others finally went down to the tenth floor.

It is the broken walls and floors that immediately come to my attention.

The damage has always been quite noticeable, but from the tenth floor it is so rough that there is no doubt at all that it is said to be abandoned.

There are a number of large cracks and holes in the walls and floors, and it doesn't seem surprising to collapse now.

The Tors nodded to keep their attention to the more tragic atmosphere.

A line that leaves the room under the stairs throws a big copper coin and decides where to go.

The back came out, so I decided to explore the north side first.

Previous patterns have been the prisoner's area, but that does not seem to have changed.

However, the quality of the incarcerated sinners seems to have changed slightly.

"That! Aren't you getting big?

Sora sounded surprised at the appearance of a dead spirit roaming the aisle.

Monsters that have been a few herds up to now, but only here in one piece.

But his height is large enough to reach the ceiling, even if he bends his back.

The Necromancer dragging the robe close to the borough cloth noticed the Tolls, and slowly turned his body.

That makes the monster's chest dew.

Lined up where the ribs were supposed to be were several skulls.

Did those skeletons feel the signs of the living, and they continuously start to move their jaws up and down.

No sound because of the translucent Necromancer, but it was too creepy a sight for multiple skeletons to make their mouths cum.

No, it's not just creepy.

Something like a mass of white air came up before the skeletons.

It moved to Tor without a sound.

It's like a strange twist, it comes across the aisle one after the other.

In a mysterious attack that flew in, Thor lifted the strength of his serpent-skinned cloak and covered himself.

But physical protection didn't seem to make sense.

The moment he touched his cloak, Thor accidentally leaked a groan into the chill that passed through his body's core.

My whole body is out of strength and I get on my knees on the spot.

The white air continues to hit there, and the consciousness rapidly wanders away.

"To, don't put it away!

To the raised child's voice, Thor held it back on the brink.

Instantly restore the state of your body with and kick the floor toward the monster.

The skulls on the Necromancer's chest were also starting to move their jaws.

Plus even the original head on top of it is starting to jaw up and down at all costs.

Thor stuffing a few steps away in an instant, but only slightly slow.

The purple currents emanating from Moo's fingertips sucked into the monster's body in good time when he thought he might not make it.

The movements of the skeletons of the chest stop as if they were paralyzed.

Thor wields his sword without missing an opportunity.

Until the skull of the Necromancer at the top, however, it did not appear to have had the effect of < Electric Throw Arrow >.

Around the monster, which has finished moving its jaw flat, this time something like black mist is created.

There was discomfort in the foot of the stepped toil.

But don't worry, keep pulling over.

Silver blades shine...

The next moment, the worn out and blade fell off.

At the same time, the leather gloves covering Tor's arms rot.

- < Restore >.

The original true silver sword amputated the body of the Necromancer from the front.

But shallow.

Because the corrupt soles were muddy and the feet were uncertain.

The area touched by the black fog was beginning to rot rapidly.

And with that moment of further delay, corruption proceeds at once.

The mist touches the exfoliated body and the skin becomes darker and discolored.

Both hands of the Necromancer reached out to embrace Tor, whose movements stopped.

The skeletons on the chest that have fallen out of the paralysis open their jaws to the fullest while joyfully engaging their teeth over and over again.

-.

Out of the range of black fog, Tor transfers himself in an instant.

Breathe gently and lift your sword to the large upper stage.

Swing it down into a space of nothing, while freeing up magic -.

At that moment, Thor's body stood on the other side of the monster for some reason.

One breath, the body of the Necromancer is vividly amputated.

Tor exhaled at the appearance of a disappearing monster.