Chapter 87: They get angry when I don't fight seriously, but when I do, I get badmouthed.
Day 35? The Faraway Labyrinth, 56F
After hearing the recon report we held a meeting.
Originally, we wanted to go back, but monsters of 57F turned out to be mummies. While numerous, they were nothing special and could be easily wiped out given time.
Even if we go back here, we still will have to waste time on 57F and will be exhausted after it all the same.
In that case, we should get 57F out of the way to make the following fights easier.
That's what we decided.
But there were no following fights. This floor was the end of our dungeon attack. This dungeon was the finale of our adventure.
Mummy Lv 57, though numerous, they had nothing aside from brute strength. They are slow and easy to kill.
But those numbers
Anyway, let's just work on reducing them. They can't respawn anymore, so let's just go at it.
They haveRise from the Deadamong their skills, so we must finish them off with Holy Magic or fire.
Roger!
Just like the intel stated, the only thing of note was their numbers, so it was a battle of attrition. We should quickly annihilate them and go back.
They have strength, but they are slow, and they are frail enough to go down in droves from a single attack. But there are just so many of them.
Defeated enemies are being purified with Holy Magic and burned with fire.
The floor is easy, just annoying. That's what everyone thought, going for one last rampage before going back.
Scattering and mowing the enemies down we thought that we were about to reach 58F in just a little a bit. And then, that started.
A purple light appeared from somewhere, immediately followed by the quaking of the ground, leaving us no chance to process the situation. Then, the dead began moving.
There were too many of them, but even if we want to go back now, the path for the retreat was blocked. In that case, the only path left is down.
Of course, it's not like lower floors are safe, but regardless of whether we stay here, or try to cut our way back through the army of undead, a certain annihilation seemed to await us.
It was not about tactics or strategy anymore. We simply had nowhere else to go.
No point regretting it now. I have to let everyone escape.
Countless red lights appeared above the remains of the sphinx, flickering as they covered the ceiling, Were those blazing flames to scatter in the surroundings they'd become a torrential rain of fire, reaping all the life around. That's the kind of merciless twinkling the flames displayed.
There, stood the reaper. A wielder of death the very sight of which seemed to be screaming that they have no rival both throughout heaven or earth.
That's why I muttered with a smile.
Welcome back. You are late. Everyone almost died from waiting?
And then the time resumed its flow. The blizzard of scarlet flames turned into a relentless torrent of red lights, incinerating the monsters that were surrounding everyone, scattering and crushing them as they burst into flames.
A one-sided slaughter, overwhelming violence, a devastating massacre, just like that time in the forest, when the same flames slaughtered our despair, as we were almost crushed and were about to accept our death.
I'm back? I guess? I'm late? Wait, what day is this?
A black reaper-like silhouette emerged with those words. I, no, everyone, was waiting, was hoping, was yearning to see that figure that now crushed our doom.
I'll deal with the rest, so have everyone fall back.
With those words he took a step forward and leaped into the horde of monsters, slaughtering, butchering, obliterating, and decimating them.
A radiant silver, and jet black darkness waltzed, leaped, whirled, and danced in a mad rondo of massacre. The only thing that surrounded them was death. Just scattering death around and reaping life of everything that got caught up in this tempest of violence.
Again, just like always.
He crushed our despair.
Murdered our sorrow.
Slaughtered our tragedy.
And brought death to the doom looming over us.
Just killing all of it, allowing no objection.
Long time no see? I think? What is the current date? Kind of?
He came back to us.
Welcome back, Haruka-kun.
Everyone got tired of waiting, you know?
[TL Notes: [1] Nemes was pieces of striped head cloth worn by pharaohs in ancient Egypt.] ]