Magic Gems Gourmet

286 Talk About The Dungeon Demons And Chris.

Tens of minutes after exchanging swords with Lizardman on the upper level.

The two were well on their feet going deep into the dungeon, but, uh, Cain stopped.

"Oh, here it is. Here it is."

"What is it? This... painting, is it?"

"I don't know the details. They just want Sylvia to look into it."

The same blue-white glowing corridor.

There was a picture carved on the wall like it was on the ground outside.

This painting isn't like the one outside, what one girl is crying about.

"There are a lot of people around, but why are you crying?"

"I don't know. Because there are people out there, that's not necessarily what they like."

"Oh...... sure if you ask me. So, what do we look at in the painting?"

"History and experience, that's all you said."

I can no longer tell extra, Ain stiff his mouth half-open.

"- Don't make a face like that. You heard about the ruins in Heim? He said he was really concerned about the painting in the ruins."

"Hey, I see... I see"

It's a win not to pursue.

I'm sure this problem cannot be solved in my own imagination.

I smiled thinly and nodded and walked out.

"Hey, wait. Still portraying it."

Cain said as he slipped the pen, keeping Ain waiting for about a few minutes.

Peeping in, he seems surprisingly clever, leaving a note very different from the painting on the wall.

"... what are you looking at"

"Well, I thought you were good at drawing."

"... ha"

Gazing at Ain with an unspoken look, Cain walks straight out.

"You're good at distracting people from the old days (,). I know, but I'm not complimenting you."

"Oh, yeah... isn't that unreasonable?

"One thing would not be unreasonable. Here, drink it once."

When he throws a leather water bottle and hands it to Ain, he takes the dried meat out of his nose and twists it.

Apparently, it's a little pause while walking.

"You don't seem to lack training. Good thing."

Praised for what has been done so far, Ein spills a laugh at nature.

"How's your training with Marco? He'll be strong."

"Unfortunately, I've lost a few times"

"It's been a little over a decade. Not centuries-old practice, like Marco or me. That's not to be discouraged."

I thought they said it was obvious, but I can't take it as I say.

A natural loser can't lurk the ringing.

Cain, who walks a few steps ahead, notices Ain dissatisfied behind him and laughs without looking back.

"On the contrary, though, if we don't stick to the sword, we lose. Sylvia the Magic, me the Martial Art, even Archet the Demon King."

That's how much the inner strength runs.

There is no longer even a dangerous verse as to whether there is an enemy.

... but Cain suggests its existence.

"I really get along with Ain right now. That would be about as good as God's."

"Or God......!?

"It's not even that funny. The deepest part of this dungeon, it's about God who could be there."

"No, no, no! Does Mr. Cain really think he's here?

The god Ain comes to mind is the example goddess Lori.

I'd love to if I could see you again. Because there are a few things I'd like to thank you for.

"I'm here. Otherwise, I can't explain the existence of a dungeon."

"... you say?

"The building itself has been around since I was a skeleton. Count it backwards, it should be nearly a thousand years."

Too long.

Or even how it went from skeleton to Durahan, Ein is the first ear.

But if you hear it's been around for a thousand years, the theory that there's a god doesn't seem to lie that way either.

"I'd like to make up for it once, too. How strong is God..."

Cain finishes his dried meat at the same time as he finishes saying it.

Plugging into a new staircase without placing between them, the two slowly stepped in.

- Speaking of which, did you talk about Red Dragon?

Pong, slap your hand and Cain says.

"What do you want to know? Were you strong or not? Or is that what they came for?

"Uh, both of them."

"I don't actually know what the purpose is. Anyway, they don't say a word. Strength… is it enough for Marco to struggle at the time?"

"So you're saying Mr. Sylvia knocked him down?

That's what Marco told me, but that Sylvia knocked him down without difficulty.

When I only hear this story, it's not very surprising.

"Ah, Archet was trying, but Sylvia wanted the material."

"... whatever the reason..."

"Though I wouldn't have known if my body was bigger"

Says the size of the Red Dragon that emerged at the time was about the size of the current twins.

It is nearly 30 m in size and is very large if you normally think about it.

However, because of their longevity, raising them any longer would be cumbersome.

"Are you going to be as big as a sea dragon adult?

"Well. I can't believe how big it is. I have a lot of trouble with it."

Cain chuckled in an inclusive manner.

While within this inorganic dungeon, he is somewhere graceful, by contrast.

"It's just a Yotai story, but if there really is such a thing as a black dragon, it could have been that big."

"Actually, I came to ask you about that black dragon this time."

"I thought so, but ask Sylvia about it. You know more than I do."

Ain nods and answers his words.

But I really want it to end with Yotai.

I'd like to know how strong you are at least...

"- Well, the next demon is already waiting for you. We're going to the back."

A new hierarchy of arrivals loose.

Unlike where Lizardman was, it was a dim space as if it were abandoned.

The ground and walls are soaked, and the blue and white space and atmosphere until just now change.

"The next demon is waiting... what is it?

"That's it."

Arriving a few steps late, Ain also looks at how things are going.

Then there were opponents who had never fought before. Katakata - bones and bones were playing a creepy sound.

"I used to look like that, too. If you don't destroy the Demon Stone, you'll die. Be careful."

"He's still armed..."

Dozens of skeletons wander.

Bones are gray, and there are many different types of protective equipment to wear, such as leather and iron.

The weapons all have worn out namakuras, which makes them feel skeleton-like at any rate.

Eventually, when he noticed Ein and the others, Skeleton began to intimidate him simultaneously.

(I'm not afraid of anything, but it's a different sight)

He rattles his mouth, shakes up his weapon and intimidates him.

I am reminded that this is a dungeon to the tricks of demons I have never seen on earth.

"You can go around the cave. Or sometimes the bodies of mountains where people don't lean on them change."

"Oh, yes... is that right..."

At least I was relieved in a place where I didn't feel like moving on.

It doesn't mean I don't like demonic opponents, it's just that I don't like people who create unusual sights.

Besides, it shouldn't seem too much trouble to destroy the Demon Stone.

"It's tougher when I was a skeleton. So don't guide me."

"... Yes"

Let's fight for now.

I pulled out my sword and my sword glowed as I slowly advanced my legs.

Marco's characteristic of reacting to the undead becomes dew.

- Then dozens of skeletons stopped moving.

I was wondering what would happen.

"- Mr. Cain. I don't think so."

"Oh. I'm unexpected, too. Wow, that's me."

Skeleton collapsed away as if he had suddenly lost his soul.

Karan, I thought the dry sound of Karan rang in unison, and the bones gathered in unison.

It mimics and merges giants like Mukade, connecting all hands and feet to the weapons they had.

I have dozens of legs and it is good to see that they seem highly maneuverable.

Soon it became huge to the head, and the pointed head illuminated like a fierce beast.

Weak beings often flock.

But no way, it's even Cain's first look at Skeleton merging.

"I changed my mind. I'll fight that, too."

"Well, I'll be waiting for you back there."

"Don't be stupid. Even I'm the first demon I've ever seen. Fight Ein, too."

This is my first fight together, if I think about it.

What time would it be to fight him? When I think about it, I find myself surprisingly excited.

"Okay, but isn't he... too many demon stones?

In the chest like the skeleton of a man, the demonic stone stretches like a grape, if you like.

Clearly, it looked disgusting, but there was something more important than that.

"Oh. That's a lot like an asshole"

"... you can't beat me if I don't break it all?

"He's the best opponent. Try not to be alarmed."

Exactly an encounter with an unknown demon.

Cain strikes bravely and resolutely as opposed to Ain, who should explore and fight.

As a result, Ain followed him as well and waved his sword at this mukade-like skeleton.

"Oh, that's pretty quick."

"Well, you have this body......!

For a lot of feet, it's natural to be highly maneuverable.

Skeleton proceeded to sharpen the cobblestone and deal with the two attacked.

At the same time, he has launched attacks from several hands and feet, spreading his body wide and repeating harsh attacks.

Sometimes he is swung down to pierce the ground, or his head approaches to snap, grab, and extremely bite.

The way the combined skeletons fight is heterogeneous, a battle that the two of us have never experienced before.

"Ein! Get down!

"Ha, huh? Get down!

Exactly a swing of cain cleaving from space to space.

The pinnacle of those who deal with the sword, the blow is powerful enough to swallow.

(This is... Mr. Cain's...!?

The power I feel up close is extraordinary.

It hisses through his skin and the wind thrusting through his whole body makes him feel his power.

Eventually it hits the skeleton,

"- What is it? Skeleton, after all."

Thirsty things sound like rubbing each other, cutting the body in two.

At the same time, the demonic stone in the chest is shattered, and the deadly blow is obvious.

The momentum of the swords thrust through hit the walls and ceilings, causing them to collapse unbroken.

This guy is still special.

Ain't sent a praiseworthy gaze.

"Um, aren't you alive... that"

I noticed.

The demonic stone that was supposed to have been destroyed was crushed.

At some point, however, the Demon Stone is resurrected one by one, showing as much light as it did before it was cleaved.

"Maybe we have to destroy all the demon stones at once...?

"Chip... if you ask me, is it close to the properties of Skeleton"

Eventually, the bones gather, and build the body just like they did earlier.

Is it madness that has changed? The movement was becoming more intense and the number of movements crawling through the ground increased even more.

"Corner. If I seal his move, Ain't gonna suck it all at once."

Perhaps Cain can handle it alone.

I guess we chose these means because we're fighting together here.

Where you want it if you try from Ain.

When I snorted deeply into his words, I once again jumped to the merged skeleton -.

? ? ? ?

As Ain fought a fierce battle, the place changed to Demon King Castle.

Chris sits back in front of Sylvia, who was gracefully enjoying his tea.

Naturally, Chris was still frustrated by the tension he hadn't pulled out, but let's just say it got better than last night.

"Ha... I knew the tea in Wangdu was delicious too"

"Oh, thank you...... more than anything to please"

I was worried it would be okay with my own arm, but Sylvia seemed to be enjoying her brewed tea.

Talk absurd and have a drink.

I just brewed another drink instead after I finished that.

At the end of that second cup, Sylvia looks Chris in the eye and opens her mouth.

"Ain't you here, so I need to ask you something. May I?"

"Yes......? Ain't nobody here, is it? Yeah, if it's something I can answer..."

"Hehe, I'll give you a hand."

When she said so and stood up, she basically sat down next to Chris.

What the hell's going on? I took Chris' hand, strangely bewildered, and she shed warm magic on Chris.

- That's what I'm asking.

Eventually, a luminous green emerges from Chris' hand.

Green beautiful twat with lots of leaves to go with it.

What the hell is this from my body...?

Chris, panicked, looks at Sylvia with his glaring eyes.

"Si, Master Sylvia!? Suddenly what...!?

"Don't worry. This was all born out of Mr. Chris' body. All I did was inspire you."

So when he strokes Chris' head, Sylvia asks with an intriguing face.

"Hey, Mr. Chris. When did Ain make out with you?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as an exchange of memories.

But he had too much power to dye Chris' face bright red.