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Not long before the evil demigod was drunk by the madness of the helix of despair (Leliouria).

A miracle was also about to come to the Hundred Layers Labyrinth.

"Grand Prize (Unlimited)"

Reality alterations carried out by Vainamarinen.

Even he who gathers reverence with the Great Sage cannot stop the Great Flood only with the Great Petition.

That's about a hundred I know.

The Great Sage Vainamarinen.

I am part of Path Finders, an adventurer who has stepped through a hundred layers of labyrinth, and I will not go to heaven alone to gain wisdom, develop numerous spells, and if I do not feel comfortable being asked for advice by royalty all over the world, I will not be at home.

In recent years, he said, he has been fascinated by the history and technology of a different world, with further drilling.

That's what he wished for.

The culprit is undergoing a massive flood, nestled in the senseless mother-in-law Coeli Renato.

to make it manifest to the present.

The jewels were scattered and the corner of the Hundred Layers Labyrinth was coloured with the art of raging light.

No need for eternal brilliance, etc.

A flash of brilliance is eternity.

As a result, there was a change in reality.

In front of the Great Sage and his disciple, Mel, a luscious beauty with a serpent appears.

Lilito.

Angel of Evil (Angel), also known as the Virgin of Darkness, was responsible for adultery and spawning, and allegedly produced numerous feminine warcraft, such as Harpy and Seylane. It serves the evil god, but some wise men classify it as the family of Coelilenato.

Secret marks (Sacramento) implanted in Mother Doesn't Look, causing unusual births - the emergence of monsters.

Old men and beautiful women face each other in the labyrinth.

Unusual encounter.

Together with the Black Dragon Soldier (Mavro Spartoi) that Dean Mel can take with him, it became an unnameable sight.

"Mel, do you want to dictate?

"You won't be dealt with, such as me"

"Hmm, he's still pale."

His nose sounded uninteresting, and Vainamarinen broke off the conversation. Nor is he old enough to have to worry about his apprentice's erotic shakedown.

Lilito, on the other hand, was confused.

I can't help it. If you think you were partly taking over the demon lords' consciousness and generating a large number of monsters, you have two Great Mages (Arch Mages) in front of you.

If it's possible, I just want to assimilate it with Coeli Renato once now, but that's only because of Verga's secret.

We just have to run.

It was Lilito who made that decision while distorting the beauty of the outside world, but there is no way the Great Sage would allow that.

"Four Gates Dragon Summon (Force Dragon)"

Vainamarinen cleaves the pages of the spell document and unfolds around the evil angel. It instantly turned into a giant gate.

The door opened and it was the four dragons that showed up.

Golden Dragon (Gold Dragon), Red Dragon (Red Dragon), White Dragon (White Dragon) and Black Dragon (Black Dragon) with their necks from each gate open their mouths wide.

Four types of exhalation (braces), emitted simultaneously.

Under its subdivine spell (Immortality Spell), Lilito vanished without a trace.

"Well, it's about the end of the day outside,"

Vainamarinen speaks to his disciples in such a way as to finish cleaning up the room. Mel is used to it, too, and hasn't had one bitter laugh.

"I don't know what the end is."

"I guess I'll go check that out."

"Well, let's take the end of it."

Mel, who followed the Black Dragon Soldier, goes further underground.

Even though it destroyed the culprits of the flood, the monsters that gave birth in the meantime do not disappear. I can't be relieved not to get rid of that.

My mentor's path intersects and breaks up again.

Vainamarinen, the great sage back on earth, sees a spiral of despair (reliouria) trying to manifest Verga as a door….

In the meantime, I shook my fist bone down Yut's head.

The noise on the battlefield is heard from the rear.

After finishing his metastasis, Alsace smiled unexpectedly.

I can't help it. Enemy. Enemy. Enemy.

The Hellenonian Divine Minutes Divine Body (Avatar) did transfer him to the northern tower wall.

He wanted it himself.

Still, with Goblin and Hobgoblin and Kobold and Auga and Troll and Giant. The situation surrounded by sub-races with all kinds of evil phases can only be laughed at.

But that would be too one-sided a feeling.

In the rear - from them - I was waiting for my turn, and a fine Cathedral Knight (Paladin) suddenly appeared to see it. Hey, I can't react.

"I see. Am I in my favor when this happens"

Alsace snaps as he shakes off the traitor and flies the neck of the surrounding goblin. Sure, he'd be the one who was ready.

However, it is off track to describe a state surrounded by a dozen dozen as "advantageous".

"Who's the commander?

Ask as you double-tap the torso of the orga, but naturally you're not responding. The subraces with evil phases who have finally taken off their relieved mind arrive crying out loud.

I can't help it if this happens.

Remaining in a state of turmoil, Alsace waves a treasure sword.

If it hits, it's fatal.

And in this situation, even if you're closing your eyes, you hit it.

An Auga stick takes it with a traitor and unleashes a counterattack, even if Goblin's rusty spear strikes from the front, back, left, and right, as if they were all making a prediction.

How long would you have done that?

That's right, Alsace, too, by the time she gave up counting the enemies she had defeated, the traitor had shed light.

And burst.

Clean light covers the range of about 5 meters and combats evil.

The same ability as the Fifth Ladder's Divine Spell, Holy Light (Holy Blast). I'm not letting it go at any time, but the enemy can't possibly know that.

So the weak-minded goblins threw down their weapons. Giant crushes some of them and puts on a solemn order of discipline, but he just applauded the confusion.

Come to think of it, I'm lucky.

It makes sense to just stir up the rear, and if you keep going, it's more obvious than seeing fire that you'll get to the enemy commander.

Beat it down and rescue the north tower wall.

It's nothing strange. In order. Really, it's logical.

Alsace slashes and kills a giant who works like a commando squad and starts marching alone. The victims are not just the Verga Imperial Army.

Struggling on the north tower wall, allies were also victims in different ways.

An object with a glass iron binoculars bears witness to the Holy Light in the midst of an enemy formation. If you stare, one diocesan knight.

At the same time, an urgent Message (Message) flies from the King's Capital and reports are received that King Alsace has been transferred to the tower wall of the single North by the hand of God.

A king is surrounded by enemies, banishing evil, moving forward.

And yet, what are we doing?

Seeing the king's back, the soldiers' morale (morals) boils down to follow the king's back. Those who were foolish that the prostitutes from the kingdom of the Chronica did not make it, too, have to change their purpose to say that such a thing is not necessary.

With King Alsace, whoever he is against will not yield.

There is nothing exciting about a king marking the front line.

"Follow the king."

"Never let them hurt you!

The screams that rose from the north tower wall twisted, dominating the battlefield.

From this day forward, Alsace will be called the Thunder King.

It was a testament to the hero, which he greeted.

Taraskus doesn't stop walking. There's no reason to stop it.

You can't even notice the presence of a red-dyed rock giant (Jarloot) in the setting sunset.

There was so much isolation between the two.

That's too expensive, broad, long.

In an insane being so compelled to use a description of an abiotic being.

I mean, it was huge.

"Hmm."

Into the range - about 10 meters - Exile waved Spike Flail at will. With one breath, would he have hit Taraskus' leg six times?

Each time, the recoil flows blood from the rock giant.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

To much shock, Taraskus screamed.

Endurance that can be described as infinite, the destructive power that tramples every obstacle, the evil eating that makes the caught subject drink whole. Plus, a Merlot that reflects magic.

Legend...... no, it's like a monster in a myth.

That screamed.

"Larsia-kun's friends are powerful."

"That's not the problem."

Ritna of the prairie race (Magner) with her habitual hairs in her hat, and Turtione, the magician of Yut, say it with joy.

The two watched rock giants and monsters beat each other from a remote location. Instead, it should be said that the intervention was refused.

I'm not the one who cares about my feet.

"Gwow, ooh, ooh, ooh."

Talaskus doesn't know why he was beaten.

I was just walking.

That resembled the arrogance of people who didn't care about bugs and such. So wave your towering legs down reflexively.

So, the unpleasant pain is over - it won't.

Exile doesn't pull a step, intercepts it from the front. When you hit Spike Flail scattered, at the end of the day, the autonomous running shield hits you from the side and changes your leg orbit.

With the roar, Taraskus' legs trample the ground. A ground crack was born right next to the Exile.

It's like a disaster.

It doesn't even exist in comedy characters, such as challenging earthquakes and typhoons to fight.

But Exile doesn't despair.

I don't even run wild, as I did when I confronted Ig Nus-Zad.

In just one attack, that monster recognized this one's existence.

I mean...

"You can beat him to death, you can avoid attacks, and if he doesn't get caught, he won't eat you. And you don't rely on spells, you can still, just hit them."

A guaranteed battle.

Perhaps if you keep hitting them for half an hour, they won't be able to move.

The prospect that even Ritna, a minute god, would open her mouth to surprise.

The only thing that affirms that, except for Exile himself, should be Yut.

These two views coincide. In other words, synonymous with facts.

Hit me, hit me, hit me, crush me, hit me, hit me, punch me out.

38 minutes after slightly exceeding expectations.

With Taraskus losing all his legs and being unable to move, it became a reality.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

As the sun approaches, Exile falls to the ground.

There is no fuller feeling than I thought. The obvious story is that you arrived when you started walking to your destination with a map.

"Yut, are you safe...?

From the edge, it's the rock giants who aren't safe.

Bleeding from all over the body and bleeding out of gear. A state like a sample of full-blown creativity.

Still, what crosses my chest is about my people over there separating the ocean.

Immediately after defeating this great enemy, Exile had never imagined that it would be relative to the crisis in the world.