228 Twenty-three Stories Exploring a Collector ③ (side collector)

Collectors who crossed the Fourth Hierarchy Dragonhead's nest without difficulty were proceeding through the Crystalline Cave of the Fifth Hierarchy.

The collector was relieved somewhere in his mind that not only the four tiers, but also the five tiers were perfectly safe.

(Exactly, wasn't he that indistinguishable? Now if all the rest of the hierarchy had been ruined, I would have slaughtered the example magician and exposed him to his neck forever on the tower)

The collector looks at the ceiling and thinks of the magician who would be ahead of him in the back of his brain any way he likes.

"If you bumped out of every spatial magic junction, it doesn't look like normal magic. Do you even bring in demonic weapons to try and shoot them? Hmmm......"

A collector opened his bandage-covered mouth, pelted, blue-purple tongue, and licked his tongue.

(Doesn't that seem like a pretty interesting toy to get? I feel like letting it go, too. I guess I'm not willing to give in anyway. First, you bust the magician's head with that demon-guided weapon, and you try to take it? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu To see the way he has walked so far, his opponent would also be a considerable outward path. Nah no hesitation)

I thought about when I took the demon guidance weapon from the sorcerer, pushed my voice to death and laughed.

But I had no idea it was just a magic blow, not a magic weapon or anything.

I still hadn't imagined at this time that Abel was half-baked because of the demon bullet he somehow unleashed because he wanted to see how the junction reacted when it was attacked.

(Probably not a bad idea to try shooting nearby territory appropriately from the tower. First, I want to know the distance and power of flight. Hufu, I can see the idiots panicking that it's Altamia's revenge. It would be a pleasure to buy grudges from the Kingdom of Dinlat, the world's largest power)

Going out of his way to stick his neck in the war or sell fights to powerful opponents to deliberately send assassins to himself to test the power of treasure tools the collectors had acquired was a daily tea meal.

It is rare to be able to perform satisfactory performance tests because where you have just chosen who you will mostly be overkill.

(Huhuhuhuhuhuhu... after ten years, there will be one more collection of mine. Oh, I can't help but look forward to it. How many decades would it have been to feel such a high noise? I was only anxious when I saw the lower hierarchy that turned into wreckage, but it wasn't in vain that I came all the way to the kingdom of Dinlat!

I totally intend to get the treasure gear already and go along the fifth tier with a light foothold.

There was a warcraft on the back of such a gatherer and attacking him.

Giant Bud...... nearly five meters long, it is a giant bat.

Giant Bud was considered to be a quick, thick-skinned and quite vicious warcraft among B-rank Warcraft.

Giant Bud shines his eyes and tries to eat them onto the collector's shoulder.

The collector turns his arms without even looking behind him. A great sword that appeared abruptly ripped Giant Bud's body in two.

A tragic body sticks to the left and right walls.

Collectors use their magic on the Great Sword to fly blood.

When the collector releases his hand from the Great Sword, the Great Sword fades away softly.

"I don't know the difference in power, this is the retarded warcraft, so I'm in trouble. Well, even humans don't know the difference in power. Fools are goofy."

The collector leaked a gloomy grin with the prince's men he killed before coming to the tower and headed ahead as if nothing had happened.

Already, it had fallen out of the collector's head, such as their names.

After that, the collector was never attacked by a warcraft within five levels.

Slowly, he stepped into the six tiers, which were untouched by his predecessor until Abel arrived.

In the six-tier hierarchy, collectors found something odd.

It is a cube of six metallic masses that shine brightly.

The collector leans his neck and keeps his face close to the time of the metal mass, keeping an eye on him.

(... ho, isn't it phantom copper (oleicalcos)? From history, there should be little in the kingdom of Dinrat... why so much...? You're telling me you reproduced it? Have you built these things on the tower for a hundred years? The history of the world moves)

Now in an era that became a myth, it was assumed that it possessed a high magic technique, and that a magical shooting of out-of-digit power had taken place that was far from the present.

It is also said that the phantom copper (Oleicalcos) was created during the mythological period.

The fact that some of the mythical age technology has been reproduced can be an detonator to which that era will return.

(I heard Altamia was a hell of an alchemist... I didn't know she would succeed in producing phantom copper (oleicalcos). It might not be a bad idea to take the tower out and threaten it and make it a dedicated alchemist to build my arsenal)

With that in mind, the collectors were touching the cubes of Peppa and Phantom Copper (Oleicalcos).

(But... don't keep a beautiful box mould. I don't feel biased at all. Too resistant, but therefore, should be difficult to clean, but that's Altamia. As a playmate, you pass. This is an Altamian vault of phantom copper.

Looking at the end of the aisle, a large armor made of phantom copper (oleicalcos) sat with its head in the side of the aisle.

At your feet, a single sword is placed.

It's a mystery why you're sitting around, but apparently you're being given pseudo-intent in witchcraft.

Let's just say it's a kind of golem.

The collector stared at the great armor of the phantom copper (Oleicalcos), wondering if some of it was like that.

Shortly afterwards, he realized that the volume of that great armor was equal to the volume of the cube.

"...... no way!

The phantom copper (oleicalcos) you are touching with your hands is cold.

The phantom copper (oleicalcos) is highly resistant to witchcraft, as well as resistant to heat.

It has the property to be able to keep room temperature in ice countries because any heat or cold air can quickly escape to the outside.

From that, it seemed immediately after being cooled and solidified.

To that extent, the collectors were also speculated that the example magician would have melted the keeper of the great armor made of phantom copper (oleicalcos) and left it solidified in a cube.

"... apparently, there's a really crazy guy ahead of us"

Around flat dissolving phantom copper (oleicalcos), which should be resistant to witchcraft and heat, collectors re-recognized that apparently a rank or two higher than they had assumed so far was the mage above.

The collector shuddered his body.

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhu... it won't be long before I can try and shoot a legitimate treasure tool. I can't wait to see how far you can follow me."

Naturally, it is a warrior tremor.

Collectors have been coming around the world for hundreds of years.

But wherever the collectors got out of hand, there was nowhere to be a legitimate battle.

If the tricky move is to test drive a weapon for sale, or if it's a miscellaneous fish that the opponent can't even attack directly, it's a good place to be interested.

There is no need to use weapons specific to power either. Whatever you use, hit it and the target dies.

Still, he preferred to use the Great Sword because he liked it, but the collectors were also beginning to feel the chilled out against such a pointless way of fighting.

Most opponents don't care about their bare hands.

But this magician had expectations that if he took his hands off and appropriately dealt with him, he would have about five minutes.

"Well, we have to decide which one to try now."