Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

"It's like hiking."

What an easy thing to do if you walk to your destination, Isagi thinks.

Where should I go and what should I do? Those things are clear, they have destinations, they have courses.

Then something like this - a labyrinth attack, etc. - would be like hiking.

In a whistling condition, Isagi mumbles one fanfare.

"Fuck you, Isagi is leveling up. Oh, my God."

Behind the rabbit spinning the crow solus in his wrinkles was a frightening mass of dirt scattered. All this is the end of an undead possessed by the remnants of his soul.

Hundreds and two hundred won't let go. It also seems that the new attacker Isagi has received a much more enthusiastic welcome for entering Ratatosk, as it has been two months since the last time.

"What kind of experience do you get now?"

If you wave your sword, the sticky mud will dissipate and scratch away without having to wipe it. The Crystal Sword is easy to care for and helpful. Isagi put Klausoras in his sheath.

Check the direction of the crystal path, through the bend and once again into the next hall.

"... I see"

Behind his cavity eyes, a puffy, lit purple flame is shaking. The souls were still there - so many that they didn't like to count - hissing. So much so that the soul is slightly brighter in the room.

When Isagi cleverly pulls out his sword with one hand, he cuts to the undead who try to grab him with his hands stretched forward sloppily.

"I have sympathy, and I'd like to do something about it. In order to do that, I have to reach the Demon Crystal first."

With his arms pulled back and a sharp exhalation, Isagi unleashes a divine speeding thrust. The brilliant blade caught a stunning wind hole in the bellies of the undead, who were holding back the rabbit's way.

Out of balance, he stepped over the undead, falling like dominos one after another, and like Moses, who broke the sea, Isagi ran through the masses.

The few undead who were barely able to react also get their arms slashed off by being held back by the kingdom of the rabbit sword.

"That's a good response. The Adventurer Alliance is always looking for young people to build on. Class B and C are welcome for instant combat, like you."

Tell him, Isagi will leave the hall behind.

In addition, there were many of the deceased herds ahead of them, and Isagi needed to do the work of returning them to the earth mass again.

Slash, march, slash, march.

Being in the labyrinth drives the feeling of time crazy.

For in the demonic world, without day or night, we cannot feel the fatigue of the flesh as a real feeling. Hungry and drowsy as blurry, everything is ambiguous.

The sensation of the fingertips is also vague, and there are even moments when I wonder if there is any blood in this body.

If you are accustomed to labyrinth attack, you can still not lose sight of yourself, though.

The only thing in Isagi is self-control. With that for now, that's reasonably enough.

Slash, march, slash, march.

Every time he counted the ten wars, Isagi consciously tried to take a break.

In the silence that makes your ears ache, lower your back on the spot and lean against the aisle wall to sleep.

Isagi thinks that maybe the best way to get some sleep is to come to Alvaris in this world.

Though initially he was frightened by the fear targeted by the assassin when he was summoned, and said he didn't sleep in Locke except when Preah would stay by his side.

Now, look, if you close your eyes, you can force your consciousness to shut down.

Barrys taught me to rest mercenaries on the battlefield. Struggle also allows you to control your condition. I was able to do this and was finally told I was a soldier in person.

It was not until more than six months after the journey that Isagi was able to become a warrior in public.

Isagi temporarily reassured her brain as she remembered the face of Barriesd, a teacher and friend who taught her various things...

- At that next moment when I opened my eyes, there was one deceased before him.

Eyes and eyes. The fire of the soul that rocks to envy the lives of the living. But Isagi's actions were extremely swift.

"Yes."

Isagi hands on the floor - kicking and crushing that undead head about to wave his nails down this way with his boot toes - jumps up, like he's doing a breakdance.

Landing while destroying the target, the rabbit stretched greatly.

"Mmm."

The sleeping rabbit rings his neck and looks around.

The undead surrounding this one, about twenty. You mean the little flock on the sentry, they just happened to find you?

Sleeping in the middle of the aisle, the rabbit would have looked like an inadvertent prey. I don't even know how many antennas Isagi had stretched from the lessons of the past to ensure its safety.

"It feels like... like 15 minutes?

I don't know the exact numbers because they're in the labyrinth, but, well, you slept well. "

With his arms twisted and light flexibility, Isagi looked at the undead and held his fist.

"Well, suppose we continue with the Ratatosk offensive when the preparatory campaign is over?"

After this, Isagi took four breaks and sleep, encountered ten times that herd of undead, and ended more than a few dozen times that undead - brilliantly, breaking through the first tier.

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< Second tier/branch hole >

Slightly down and down the hill, what the rabbit had arrived at was a huge space that was pompous and empty like a blowout.

I see, if you look at the simple map of the labyrinth Ratatosk given to you out of sorrow - probably enough for a house to be built in the capital Dinas City with one of these - it looks like the second tier is ahead of you from here.

I can't see the bottom at all.

Though I try to throw a coin into the hole of the blowout, the silence just returns from the bottom of the darkness. I even remember the illusion as if it was going to hell.

The airy second tier of the starch was intertwined with plant-meted scaffolding like a giant root-like branch. Probably going down this narrow road and down to the basement.

"... that's very athletic"

If you take a step off that unreliable scaffold, it's the end of a roll.

The Demonic Crystal Labyrinth, produced with the frivolous blood of the Elves, is, at all, poorly bottomed.

"Hey, you just have to go downstairs, down there"

Never jump to the scaffold of intent, the rabbit taps its unexpectedly firm branches on the soles of his feet, slowly descending as he ascertains.

Some of the roads were only about as wide as the cobwebs, and I didn't know if this was really the right route, and Isagi glanced.

"Speaking of which, I guess it was Cerdel who said this too.

"The Labyrinth will evolve as a matter of the utmost priority to efficiently kill intruders."

Though the shark trunk and sense of balance that crept through the training ground no longer preceded the nail on the rope, never shaking.

If you look down, what makes you feel dark is still proof that ex-brainers are human too.

"Not at all, it's efficient, the one who falls to death.

If you put a narrow road up high, you'll die on your own.

Besides, we can't work out all this, it's the fear involved in human roots. "

If the shoes slip, they fall everywhere upside down. In the dark, the scaffolding will not be visible, which is why it will be difficult to take a landing attitude.

Plus...

"... depressing"

The fact that he was tapping the ground with a cane did his job, and Isagi was able to see through the trap.

It should be a branch, but not a branch, an immaterial illusion made of magic that floats in the void.

That is, it is like a thoughtful pitfall.

There are not a few adventurers who have lost their lives here because they are connected to scaffolding and one such thing is set up.

……

I don't know, it's getting troublesome.

Do we break through a second hierarchy about the same length as the first hierarchy at this rate?

If you're going to slash down one enemy after another, it's yours.

Stopping, a hair-shaving rabbit.

- It was at the next moment that that standing scaffold suddenly disappeared.

"Dude -"

By the time I realized - and I didn't even have to stick around - Isagi had already fallen. I grabbed the wand in the air that I only let go for a moment, and the first thing Isagi did was work out his fighting spirit.

Brilliant all over your body as you zoom in on the floating sensation. This will avoid fatal injuries even if we crash into the scaffold for now.

Originally caught in a trap is a consideration. I'm not a labyrinth explorer or anything, so I was going to do that. Though I didn't think most of those scaffoldings in the form of branches in this space were made of magic.

The problem starts here. The important thing is recovery.

I don't mind trapping. I have no choice. But it is unacceptable to fall into inaction with that.

For a moment, Isagi roamed.

I have the means to take this place off. There is but......

Huang Qi Yi Xiang is activated by combining struggle with 'technique'.

In a labyrinth where even the devil world is difficult to control, under the evil conditions that it is falling even further, we can use that trick with a high degree of difficulty, or it was no longer an area of bullying.

"Damn, that's bullshit!

But the only time Isagi got lost is still for a moment.

Either way, from here on out, if there's a scene that you can't cut through without using a surgical formula, it's the same thing.

"Brilliant Qi Xiang (Brave Wing)!"

The golden particles dispersed from the back of the rabbit take the form of wings - but it sways like a pneumonia, unfixed and diffused into the universe.

The fall rate was only slightly reduced, but the rabbit's body continues to fall. The golden light leaking out of his back, all of which is a huge chunk of magic. It's the glow of life.

"- Huh!"

Rabbits rule with the power of a rampant and mad code. If you keep letting off your brilliance with the momentum you have, you'll lose your mind soon enough.

Draw a code that is as high as the tail of a dragon and encompasses all its splendor. Take in masses that are several times as large as usual. But that's not easy. The struggle is lost so that the dull water overflows through the gap between your fingers.

Isagi's judgment was even quicker. If you see no match between its cost and return in manifesting a complete form of brilliant aerofoil sho, or depict what immediately discarded the current surgical formula and ranked that version down. That's the wings he used the earliest, to float and fall. It is as brilliant as a parachute.

The tireless exploratory mind of the brave man, who fully grasped the performance of his own moves, applied them from time to time, and did not fail to further study and improve them, and ceased to evolve, was the result of saving him.

The surgical ceremony was activated immediately, and the rate at which the rabbit fell - slowed sharply.

……

Isagi accidentally wiped his forehead sweat and sighed. The ceremonial chant barely worked. I didn't know chanting in the labyrinth would be so difficult.

Looking up at the incompetent light, like boneless wings, which grew from his own back, Isagi shook his head.

"Not dressed well."

As if that were more important than anything else, the rabbit is all alone.

Fortunately during misfortune, once activated, the area is a demonic world full of magic. Its maintenance was rather much easier than when we were on the ground.

"Well, what a turn of disaster,"

Side by side the undead - which seems much stronger than the first tier - waiting on the branches, the rabbit slowly descends.

Still, it's a troublesome hierarchy. Even if I try to fly from branch to branch and aim below, I don't know if 'it exists' as I can see the landed floor.

If even the scaffolding that stands now disappears, we are not allowed to stop, and that is why we cannot take a break.

Party together, connect each member with a lifeline, and go a little further, like the original tactic of whispering? It would be quite difficult to align people we trusted enough to keep each other's lives.

It falls to the bottom of the deep, deep earth. If this is the Earth, it is a strange world with distorted space-time within the labyrinth, although the depth is likely to hit the magma. How much you have fallen, you will not be imprisoned by the common sense of the meat world.

On several occasions along the way, Isagi ignored them all, even though they were so different from Fog, a monster who emitted magic in search of his soul, who looked like an indeterminate cloud.

Those are undead people, too, but they're just a waste of time to deal with, such as someone whose physical attacks don't work and who has to bump and fog his magic.

Makes a very effective shortcut, Isagi never engages the deceased in this way.

He attacked the second tier in exchange for massive magic.

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< Third tier/Huishan Sea >

Rising down to the deepest part of the second tier, "Branch Hole," Isagi saw a very strange sight there.

Underneath the labyrinth was a vast sandy beach.

It glowed bright white and greeted the rabbit with so much light that his eyes ached.

When he disfigured and landed on White Beach, the sand rose slightly, and the rabbit's boots buried lightly with a nostalgic feel. If this is the desert, it should be fierce hot sand from its brilliance, but what it conveys is a chilling cold air, which made me feel like I had stepped on a fresh snow that had just been loaded with rabbits.

"... this is going to take your legs off, so it's no trouble."

The brilliant beach that stretched to the end of the horizon was even more difficult to grasp than the darkness.

Before the slopes and sandy mountains, the weaving nature of the wind crest - the appearance of a labyrinth that resembles badly - Isagi is prepared and takes a step forward.

Deserts also exist in Alvaris. then the shrubs and suddenly emerging valleys. A terribly huge dried river. And every day it's a desert that changes its color, changes its shape, and confuses travellers. The scenery around the United Arab Emirates, once challenged by Isagi as well, was not the only one at the time.

"What's next, a wreck?

Look up here, but you can't confirm the moon or the North Star. We need to make sure we don't go the wrong way while checking the crystal path.

In these sandy worlds, compass goes crazy with promises. Adventurer Alliance specials don't seem to do that well.

"... snug, awesome sight"

The sand falling like an hourglass from the second tier is like a waterfall.

I don't know if it's real or illusory, but there's a green and yellow sea in the distance. The view, illuminated by greenery and light, gave Isaac the illusion as if he had entered the church's colorful stained glass.

For now, the rabbit walks in the direction indicated by the compass.

When you are alone in a place this wide, a feeling of loneliness emerges much more than in the first or second tier.

The silent march seems to diminish my spirit. Or maybe that's what the labyrinth is after.

East, west, north, south, and south are indistinguishable deserts. One small crystal path is what you can count on. If this was going crazy, my anxiety that I might wander off here forever. My chest seems to tighten.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Sand and walk lonely in the light as if it lasts forever.

……

Only when did Isagi walk by the sea.

Exactly this is like by a river in the underworld.

No living being, nothing, no one, no sound, no smell, no passing, walking in the light of nothingness.

Counting the number of footprints you put on, Isagi proceeds.

Like an old man with a cane and a long journey.

Isagi keeps walking.

Staring at the end of an endless path, step by step for sure.

Speak step by step so you don't lose sight of yourself.

It was around over 100,000 steps.

Isagi heard his voice.

Though I thought it was an illusion.

Even so, Isagi could not ignore that voice.

It slowly gets into the back of my ear. It is.

It was the laughter of a young woman.

From the nearby waterfront, if you think the bubbles have risen up dusty.

The next moment, one girl peeked into his face from there.

- Ala, one of you, Casilla?

She had golden hair.

I'm not wearing anything, half a fish daughter. If you say so, a mermaid.

Illuminated by the brilliance of White Beach, she was so beautiful that she didn't think she belonged in the world.

The mermaid comes this way, swimming gracefully through the shallow waters.

"Scosi, tired deshaw? Here, rest, Ikimasenka?

It's a sweet whisper as if you could lick your ear.

The rabbit, who has just kept walking alone through the silent world, feels intoxicated as if it were alcohol punched into a blood vessel.

Invited with white fishy fingers, the rabbit flutters closer to you.

He looked like he was dreaming right now.

"Saa, come here. Dozo, slow down. This way, to Twa...... '

It's like being handed over.

The distance between the two shrinks.

Eventually, the sharks come to a position where they can be touched by mermaids sleeping on the beach and kneel.

The smiling mermaid's face looked terribly like someone in my memory.

The soft golden hair is supposed to be wet but fluffy, and the pale eyes tend to eagle the heart of the rabbit and not let go.

"- Hey, look, you're tired, aren't you?

So, that's enough.

You did your best. You've come all this way. '

The mermaid's voice gets fluent, even sweeter, filling the rabbit's brain like honey.

The blister rose nearby. There was a beautiful girl with the same face water-spraying like a dog, still smiling like an elaborate artifact.

The mermaids are increasing one after the other, with the exact same voice, inviting the rabbits to play in the water.

"You're annoying, Isagi.

Hey, holla, why don't we play together?

"With us, all the time, all the time, right?

'That's enough.

Hard or painful, at all, forget it. '

The boy's eyes, looking down at them trying to drag the rabbit's hand, his legs, the hem of his coat, into the sea, are dark and cloudy.

In a silent third tier, irritated by solitude, the hand finally reached out is still exactly the same as that of the girl I love. Small, smooth, and scratchy palms.

"I wonder how good it would be if I could do that."

Isagi pulls the hand of a mermaid. Though the mermaid dragged out of the seaside gave her a surprise look for only a moment, she immediately gave a glossy grin, wondering if it had been accepted.

"Isagi, come with me -"

"Oh, right.

How good would it have been if I had been able to do so the night before I challenged the Demon King?

I haven't left you alone in 20 years. "

Suppose we can start over.

Would Isagi have done so?

Now once that day, if we could go back then, would Preah and I have run away, built a house in the depths of a dark continent, like she said, and chosen to live in peace and nothing, like plowing fields and catching beasts?

Would it have been possible for just the two of us, the whole time, to abandon the world, to abandon humans, to pretend not to see war, to marry, to have children, to be old, and, as such, to die in a cotton-like happiness?

Isagi unwittingly loosens her cheeks.

I threw the mermaid's embrace away, and then immediately - with an evil face, I caught my mouth.

"You're not going to do it.

It's just hard to do that.

You got away with it. It hurts to think about the ones you left behind.

You're the one who said it. And that's what the two of us decided.

Saving the world. That's where our journey began. "

Isagi swung up the missing crow solus backwards -.

I didn't hesitate - I slashed and tore the face of the mermaid in two.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!"

It becomes a mass of dirt with a scream, kicking the soul man who collapses on the spot, and Isagi turns Klausoras in his hand.

All the mermaids in the form of prekhas are transformed into what they are - orbital undead. That number, thirteen.

"don't think where a bunch of fakes came together you can hold me back from going.

It's disgusting to let people recreate their memories on their own. "

The undead was moving differently.

Leaping off the water, they're already back on their feet in the air, and they're on the verge of sticking their nails up this way.

It was not exaggerated to call it the movement of a skilled adventurer, but it was a true sign that deep underground - that is, the closer we got to the Demonic Crystal, the more intense the remnants of our souls turned into objects of high intensity.

"Well, still... well, it wasn't a bad time."

This is a little 'thank you' to them.

Isagi responds with his full skill - as if to indicate the frontier he himself reached in Preah.

Klausorus on his right hand, and pulled through Karadoborg on his left, Isagi put his double sword backwards.

Drop your hips low, generate explosive brilliance in its body, and bark.

"- Excalibur Extreme!"

Released from the two blades was a storm of sword strikes centered on the rabbit.

The tornado of blades, which amplifies and diffuses and unleashes the magic of the resonant thunder sword Karadborg and the divine sword Kraussolus by brilliance, instantly slashed and engraved all directions.

With just one fight, thirteen mermaids are destroyed in one blow. The possessed earth mass of the wound undead falls apart and scattered over the white beach.

This move, which indiscriminately ravages the surroundings, boasted extraordinary control in these squalor spaces, which cannot be used while partying.

"I told you, it's not like hiking like this."

Satisfied with the thriving blow he put into action for the first time, Isagi loses his double sword.

"I wonder if it would be a substitute for the ceremony"

Stepping over the wreckage in the face of a thinker, Isagi crosses the beach.

Now I just don't need anything.

Just one path, with joy and sorrow in your chest.

"Even if you look like this, you're a former brave man.

Don't let me fool you when you're faking.

If you don't mind, call either one of us. "

Then bouncing back six degrees of raid, Isagi reaches the end of the third tier.

The fourth tier, 'Root Country' - was exactly the place to call 'Dead Place'.