Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Of course.

There are no desperate dog fights.

I hold a kitty in one hand and wield my sword lightly.

The light of blue destruction, reaching over three meters, splits the herd in half.

The lizards on the red tongue burst immediately, showing that they were red to their long intestines.

There is plenty of room in the whirlpool of a rushing appetite.

The sword.

It doesn't crumple.

I don't want the light.

All enemies touching the blue border are destroyed and crushed.

The blood and bones of the herd are mixed even with the minimum amount of force exerted.

But of course it's annoying and bothering.

Dirty is still dirty.

And weak in power.

With or without the discretion to judge the opponent's overwhelming strength.

Just a group of monsters who have lived in the dark for a long time are close to swarms of wingworms, but they are just as cumbersome.

They don't look at themselves, they don't think about their opponents.

I run like a slump.

Only to the Marquis.

“... So many. ”

Paaaaaah!

As if not even a drop of blood would splash on my face, the monarch ran up to increase the concentration of the sword.

A blue semi-circle of 3 meters in diameter rotates and evaporates the dark red innards of numerous monsters and all white bones.

I don't use any big skills at all.

Nothing urgent.

You just swing your sword out of the way.

That's all, but there's no room for digging.

Not to mention destructive.

Speed is overwhelming.

Swings the knife as fast as it can bend the space itself.

The aggression of the herd doesn't work at all.

However, the imprint that rises from the Marquis's Clavicle shines stronger and stronger. There are numerous monsters in the cave drawn to the light. Although it is a weak group, the greater the number of groups gathered, the stronger the brand's light becomes, and the stronger the light, the more monsters come.

It's a vicious cycle.

Rrrrgh!

Dozens of bugs vanish again from the swinging dagger.

There is no forever in this world anyway. Humans, monsters, and hordes crouching in the darkness of the cave know it.

Nevertheless, he could not find the time to burn himself, so he sat still like a wind-driven sail for an acceptable life.

It's light.

It's warm.

A prey.

Acceptable, imprinted food. Soft and warm.

That's not normal food.

I have nothing more to think about.

For that prey that is emitting a spectacularly hot brand of light, everything else is forgotten and thrown away in a flash.

Open your mouth...

Squeaker.

Many desires split in half at once.

But...

Behind that crack.

Another group rushes in.

* * *

It's been two days in the cave.

“... So many. ”

Uhhhhhhh!

The Dark Whirl created by the Marquis breaks open enemies, creating a cylinder 5 meters in diameter.

Even the corpses lying on the ground are turned to blood by the wind.

But the enemy is still coming.

It's not just corpses that pile up.

Leandro's complexion is getting a little darker, but it's definitely getting darker.

At least nine of the herd are rushing towards Leandro.

Front, side, top, bottom.

Gaaaah!

My blade is the only thing that has been pushed away because they ran into each other's bodies while rushing towards the Marquis.

‘I can't believe I didn't get your attention. ’

Even those that hit my body look back and somehow reach out to Leandro and open their mouths.

Kwaguang!

Leandro asks, blowing away dozens of slime monsters writhing on the ground.

“Can't you dig this up? ”

The cologne wool shakes its head.

“The moon is carved. Out of the laws of the world. No matter what you do, all you have to do is shed your blood and flesh. ”

The Marquis does not doubt that word. You may feel the essence as much as it is engraved on you.

He just keeps swinging his sword, crouching his face, walking across the scattered corpses.

* * *

After a day.

Two days later, it was the same.

Most mobs aim only at the Marquis from all angles.

‘You look tired. ’

The mountains are so large that it's hard to imagine the end, and the caverns that penetrate beneath them are far from straight lines.

The passage of the cave is split like a leaf vein. Even the cracked roses are extremely crooked.

Although cologne will guide you to the shortest distance, it's hard to sense how much further to go.

Moreover, from the Marquis's perspective, it is a crowd that is precisely aiming at itself. A simple enough foe to yawn on a sword that can pull out a sword through the jugular of the whole body and even at the fingertips.

But it is clear that fatigue continues to accumulate.

The Pokémon can't be swept away with a large skill because of its strong warning.

Repeating small labors under tension quickly tires people out.

It was the same for the lactating mother.

The little monsters are out of their league.

Even one who runs day and night in plains is very tired, fighting on a dark and bumpy floor.

“… let's take a break. ”

I feel increasingly fatigued in the face of the Marquis who forcefully sleeps metaphors and keeps his place.

Even when he stops walking, the group of monsters continue to run after the imprint on his body.

The ceiling left of the cave.

Yellow droplets with wings drop sharply down towards the mackerel.

There is a sleeping metaphor in between, but it seems to be trying to penetrate.

Pot!

I move faster than the Marquis and evaporate as it is.

The baron nods slightly, looking back to see if he's conscious.

“... Thank you. ”

I can't believe he said thank you.

“Don't be ridiculous. Now step back. ”

“ ……. ”

The Marquis is silent with a weary face, and I step forward.

In a barrel that everyone's after.

So far, my Miss Ben is only one-tenth the Marquis.

The way he fights less is to kill in front of him than to protect his back.

His face is shaking a little.

Once again, I stretched out my sword to those who were being pushed. The round circle of the sword that protects the Marquis, not the semi-circle.

Bloop!

The small black sword suddenly spreads and heats up the dark cave.

Flaming swords block the crowd's approach.

“I hope this is okay. ”

“Well, I can't help it. ”

The brown wool nods.

I'm confident I can protect the Grand Marquis once I wipe out my enemies with my sword.

“Heeheeheehee……? ”

Milk rises to see if the temperature rises.

I looked at him and I said,

“Maybe you should get some sleep this time. ”

“ ……. ”

Even when it's dark under the eyes.

Maybe they're still on guard.

“Well, if you don't believe me, ”

He's...

“I do.”

Keep your eyes closed.

I fall on the back of a newly awakened dairy.

“I'll... sleep on my way. ”

“Hee-hee-hee!”

I don't think he wants to slow down.

By the way.

No matter how tired he is, is he really sleeping in front of me?

I wonder if I should really sleep.

Maybe he was just being cautious and trying to cut it off behind his back.

‘It's subtle.’

Though I'm sure he's fallen into a deep sleep when he detects the anomaly.

That Leandro von Batienne gave his life for mine?

It could be a trap.

I walked forward, and looked back.

You're right to close your eyes.

I even pick my breath.

I still don't know... ….

It is not a situation that is free enough to dwell on for a long time.

Gaaaah!

Cut down the hordes that rush to the baron again.

“One, two, three. Take the third path from the left! ”

It follows the path of flames.

I walk through the intersection of the six.

The diameter of the cave, which was shrunk by more than 20 meters, is reduced by half.

Even if they are not killed by the flower god, as Choronoul said.

Without her, we wouldn't have been able to break through the maze so easily.

There's definitely limits to detection.

“Now into the middle! ”

The flame shouts again.

“How... do you know this cave so well? ”

“Swing your sword faster. ”

“ ……. ”

“It's no fun without secrets, right? Let's go.”

The cave, which had been narrowed down to about 5 meters in diameter, hooked several times again.

When the Marquis believed in me and often went to sleep after three days.

Finally.

I can feel the end of the giant cave.

“We're almost there. ”

Leandro lies asleep on the back of the dairy.

It's hard to be sure if he's really asleep yet.

It's like I saw a monster spill out of nowhere.

Sakak.

“There was... no strong one. ”

The cave was very sticky and bored, but there were no particularly strong monsters.

The brown wool nods.

“That's right. You can't just run around in caves and get noticed by the god of flowers. But the man with the skills to do it willingly suppresses his power and doesn't live there. It's great to see spirits gushing from the ground itself, but it's quick to feed on other monsters and humans outside. Just like you did, only a herd without Izzie would gather there and bloom like mold. ”

“I see.”

I nod my head.

It is natural to have power but not want to enter places that should be restricted.

While the description of the flame continues.

Out of the cave.

Take your first step.

“Ah……. ”

It's windy.

It is not air that has been stilled and obstructed for a long time.

A refreshing breeze that bites the tail and blows it around, stacking and shaking, blowing from top to bottom, sometimes quietly sweeping the leaves and breathing.

Wide leaves wiggle.

The moonlight that flows on it also bounces back and forth to the rhythm of the wind, like a string.

The wind.

In the east, the moon, the landscape, and the wind were strange, so I remained silent for a while.

The sleepy monk walks into a daze somewhere.

Are we going to harvest some grass?

Since I chewed hard dry food in the dark, I'll have to tear off fresh leaves while I'm out.

I let him go.

Choongnuol started nagging as if he shouldn't let go too much.

“It's comforting. I don't want you to think all monsters are at this level. From now on... How about it? ”

The man who explained himself in human form made a flawed face.

Reflexively, I turned my head to his gaze.

In the midst of the fluttering red flowers, there was only a metaphor for peacefully grabbing the leaves.

The scenery is still refreshing.

“What's the matter? ”

“Huh? Nothing. Suddenly it reminds me of the old days. I have a lot of memories to bring back when I'm my age. ”

The flame echoes in your mind.

How old was he?

I think he's at least 700 years old, considering what he talked to the crabs.

Anyway.

Not that it matters.

I continued walking through the valley, relying on the recessed moon.

The upper part of the moon digs deep as if it were floating, but it is not discarded.

The disappearance will be restored like a lie in a few days.

The monarch woke up around the time Milky Way stopped and choked. He swallowed the saliva with a frizzy face.

“Is it... over? ”

“Yes. Good night. ”

“What about the use of force? ”

The baron wakes up and asks the flame.

“You can do whatever you want from now on. ”

“Good.”

At that moment.

On the moonlight scattered over the stream.

I saw a little red dot on her neck.

It disappeared again soon.