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

Two days after the disturbance over the sacred artifact tangle ended.

The Tors, ready, were aiming for the depths of abandoned underground prisons.

Participants are seven crocima squadrons, five of platinum, and twelve in total, quite large areas.

The larger the number, the easier it is to attract monsters on the road, but the safer the crusade itself is.

However, usually, the number of people challenging the labyrinth lord seems to be about seven or eight.

The main reason is that not many humans have the skill to challenge the labyrinth lord of a fixed dungeon.

And the other thing, after defeating the Labyrinth Lord, seems to be that it's easy to rub around rewards.

Human beings or those close to them who used the sacred relics to plug the Great Hole gain the right to govern the liberated land.

The fellows who took part in the crusade varied from aiding in it to just getting the bounty.

But either way, we have to have a lot of status and money, which is a factor that will oppress the finances and rights of the new border neighborhood.

In that regard, the Tors don't have to worry about that.

If Euril unleashes the power of the golden tree and seals the Great Hole, it's because he's still going on his adventure to help it.

Naturally, the right to rule and so on was to be relinquished, and that was why it was a challenge in this multitude.

Up to the sixteenth floor, you will go through stairs and down aisles that use keys, from which you will aim for depth in the shortest possible way while eliminating monsters that are intrusive.

There are no particularly difficult occasions, and on the evening of the second day we reach the descent aisle to the twentieth floor.

Overnight, the Tors, resting slowly on their bodies, came to the bottom in full physical condition.

"Okay, good luck as usual -!

"Good luck with Moo too! And Kurosuke!

Sola, who often puts up his cane cheerfully, and Moo, who lifts a bug basket with a raspberry.

If you think about it, insects brought to places like this may be the first in the long history of land recapture.

Euril smiled familiarly at the two uplifting figures.

"I'm counting on you, Mr. Sola, Mr. M."

The twins shrugged their shoulders at the look of it.

"I wasn't going to hang out this far anymore. Oh, a good opportunity to sell grace to your grandfather? Well, Nene's right. Let's try not to get hurt."

To the words of his sister, Kikiliri, his sister Nemi nods back in silence.

Seems pretty motivated around already in tune.

"We'll do everything we can to help you, Master Thor."

"Ugh, I'm getting nervous. But if we can win here, we'll make Gappoli money. We'll have to do it!

"Oh, you're full of motivation, Lord Kugase. This is where I want to say too, but deep on the ground like this, wouldn't you be freaked out to think there's a ton of dirt over your head? I couldn't stop trembling earlier, and I'm sorry to hear that."

"In that case, you just have to think about the money, old man"

"You're the only one who can cheer up with that, aren't you, Ku? Yeah, what about thinking about the people you love? Mr. Balucconia."

"That's just Lamb with a flower garden in her head..."

Russell and Mordamo watch the conversation between the three of them in silence.

Next to it, Licori whistled lightly instead of her voice.

A line of faces changes instantly to investigate the < martial arts song > that began.

Each one carries a weapon and utters a magic prayer to follow.

Electric thorns,,,,,,,.

It was hard to predict that the enhancement was over, and Tor spoke only one voice.

"Go."

It took twelve men to go to the bottom of the earth, where no one had ever set foot.

Tor first, the twins and Russell lined up, followed by Kugase.

Sola and Moo follow behind them, and the other magic tricks solidify to the rear.

Around a fairly long slope down silently and seeing the ground back in parallel, Tor mirrors the future in both his eyes.

And I screamed out loud.

"Jump inside!

With that honking, everyone moves out of the way.

Without setting it apart, a fierce noise echoed from overhead.

At the same time, the aisle ceilings collapse one after the other, and the poured rocks fill the slopes.

If we were one second behind, we would surely have been swallowed by the collapse and desperate.

But with the help of this, it seems that no one could have escaped into the room without delay.

Having seen the liquorice jumping out of the aisle, which was the furthest behind him, Thor quickly confirms where he is now as he leaks his relieved breath.

That was by far the widest space.

The ceiling is high, and the building is likely to be a few floors tall.

It is also much deeper and more spacious than expected.

The walls and the ground are stripped out of red, melting rocks everywhere, and it would be painful to breathe if you were a regular person.

I don't see any noticeable streaks or dents, and there doesn't seem to be any place to hide or evacuate.

"Look! Thor."

Turning to the girl's voice, Thor understands the reason for the loud collision sound earlier.

Above the entrance, something huge was piercing.

Shaped close to a distorted ellipse, it wears large pieces of rock skin embedded in the wall until mid-range.

Because of this, the ceiling in the aisle would have collapsed.

"Has the escape route been turned down..."

The entrance is completely blocked by falling rocks and it seems impossible to turn back.

Peeling his gaze from the overlapping rock mass, Tor turned back to the center of the room.

There he was, beating up an awesome sense of oppression.

With two hands and legs, the upright posture is not so different from that of the Tors.

But at a glance I can understand it as an incompatible creature, different from people.

The magnitude of the soaring monster would be five to six times the height of Thor.

The long arms are divided from the elbows down into tentacles.

The same is true from the knee down, where countless roots seem to be intertwined.

Give me more slippery red skin and I'll look just like the fire head I've knocked down many times.

And its devil-like presence was properly equipped with three neck features as well.

Around the neck and chest, there's a line of tumors that mimic the faces of giant people.

However, there is no deafening laughter, and the white eyeballs are just groaned.

The last part of it that hit the head was a petal with a disgusting color.

A few thick petal-shaped pieces open like flowers in full bloom.

its center.

Slowly a distorted oval protrudes from the inside into the area where the flower core should be.

Thor intuitively realized that it was the same thing that had been shot in above the entrance earlier.

"Coming, avant-garde out front! Mr. Yuryl's got to stop him!

"Yes, to the underworld -"

At the next moment, the Tors hear an unlikely voice.

Prayer phrases for the upper branch magic moves unleashed by Euril.

The exact same words echoed from the center of the room.

"Todd to Krakitch."

The origin of the sound came from one of the faces that grew under the monster's neck.

Inorganic audio is released slightly late to Euril.

"-"

"-"

The Tors had no choice but to stare at the waves of gray ice pushing at them with dismay.