"It's not over yet."

As Russell reported, the black fountain behind the Labyrinth Lord had disappeared without a trace.

Only a few indentations remain on the reddish ground.

Thor compares the small head of the handed red skeleton to the other keys.

The sizes and shapes are pretty much the same just because the colors are different. Apparently they have the same role.

But I checked the surrounding walls again, but I don't see any place that might work.

"Looking for the door next..."

"You're not too surprised, Tor."

"Oh, maybe. I was just thinking."

The rationale for this is the four pillars that were in the hierarchy of the upper realm.

Defeat the monsters who responded to the black columns, followed by white, blue, and red, and they would not have succeeded in challenging the dragons of the corpse.

And the keys of the jaws, which were of the same colour as those pillars.

At a time when it's purposefully colored, it's suspicious.

"But again, this labyrinth is unnatural."

"Yeah. It's just a nasty stumbling block, but defeating the Labyrinth Lord doesn't mean he's going to give you the key to the next tier of discipline."

Euril seemed to feel the same way.

The silver-haired beauty continues with a slight shake on the tip of her long ear.

"At first it was a hobby like using the prison mechanism as it is, but it's highly uncomfortable when you get here. I can't think of any reason to bother to lead us to the lower levels."

"I'll have trouble getting you to come."

As Sola put it, the purpose of the Hole is to unleash massive monsters underground all at once.

The passage leading deep underground is for that reason, not built for intruders.

To give you a plain example, it's the nest hole of a Bossaria treasure ant.

That was also a structure in which strong ants were gathered in the hierarchy near the Great Junction Hole, which could be quickly fed into the ground using wide vertical holes.

"I hear your master's sealed hole was just a snake coming out,"

The current border district of Dadan used to be a deep forest, and there was a fixed dungeon called the "Great Forest Snake Hole".

The adventurers, Dadans, said, had even swept down the monsters gushing out of their deep holes and reached the multi-headed serpent that protected them.

But this abandoned underground prison is clearly separated by hierarchy, with the odd structure that the movement between them is only staircases with keys.

It is a completely unsuitable labyrinth for monsters to go out to earth.

"I get the impression that this is more to lure. If so..."

"Is it a trap? I used this labyrinth itself."

"Yes, it's possible"

"And either way, you mean we have to go back."

Whatever the intentions, in the end the Tors cannot overlook the Great Pit Hole.

Whatever you're waiting for, it's no different to the option of going to the bottom.

Thor, who unconsciously scratched under his jaw, looked around at his companions.

Mordamo was obviously so depressed, even from the side.

It is very different from the usual quiet and unsympathetic appearance.

Next to it Licori had a grated face and was diligently comforting her sister.

Neither does this one have the usual attitude of objectivity, with eyelids rising from familiar half-open eyes.

And Lambmerla at heart had a face reminiscent of a quiet lake surface.

However, the reaction seems dull at any rate.

My consciousness is a little scattered, or it feels like my surrounding words are bare my ears.

Ballucconia, whose hair and moustache were back on track, had a pleasant conversation with Russell.

The opposing swordsman, sometimes, is lifting the edge of his lips and hammering him.

The previous unfathomability seems to have eased somewhat.

And Moo stubbornly continued to stroke his hair across the cheerful flaming shoulders.

Those inorganic purple eyes were very similar to when the expression just met was stiff.

The most energetic would be Kugase and the twins.

The body of the Lord of the Labyrinth is whisked back, yet he cheers loudly.

"Look at you, Kiki! This is absolutely first-class!

Apparently a large demonic stone was also found in the face lining the neck root of the demon clan.

Size enough to be raised with both hands, I hear three excited conversations.

"Please help me out for a second. Because it's still in the back."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I can't help my arm."

"Uh, it sounds like a lie."

"There's a recoil coming using Uebe martial arts. I'm not moving for half a day."

"That's tough. I don't have much magic left, either."

Sounds like I totally cracked it down at some point.

But there is no doubt that the limit is close.

"All right, that's it for today"