Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

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As yet, despair had not come.

But the man also knew very well that it would happen sooner or later.

Glenn Muller.

He is now a man born and raised in the village of Kaye, belonging to the Count of Istas, abandoned his homeland to become an adventurer and returned again.

He was inspiring his men by standing on the front line as the head of the vigilante and at the same time continued to inflict pain on the Goblins as their maximum force.

Hearing the uncomfortable screams of goblins and orgasms, calmly leads the arrows to the bow and releases one after the other.

The stone walls created by the Grand Mage, the housekeeper, in a few hours a day, had so far stopped the Goblins from invading and, conversely, made it easier for vigilantes to fight back with flying tools from above.

There were quite a few wounded in the vigilante, but no dead. Morale, too, impeccable.

But how long is that going to stay, too?

I'm not assuming a raid of this magnitude or anything. Precision would be about fighting the Bandits. I also thought that empty moats and such were excessive until just a short while ago.

In common sense, that's not the case with dozens of raids of subracial people with evil phases.

Besides, if we thought about sending the Message (Message) to the Lords and no reinforcements would come, there would have been some anomaly.

If you're an adventurer, it's time to think about retreating.

But he shook his head off instantly with such an idea.

I think of a newborn child.

My wife, who was a fellow adventurer, and my father, who had not reconciled in more than a decade. And my fellow villagers.

Thinking of them, it couldn't have been anything like despair.

"Arrows, please!

An arrow released from somewhere profoundly pierced Glenn's shoulder screaming as he looked forward.

"Gu."

It's far from fatal.

Yet, my eyes are glowing.

"Poison..."

Glenn's injury stops the vigilante's hand.

void.

At that moment when the pressure weakened, several orgasms set up portable broken castle gavels and killed them at the main entrance.

There is no accumulation of such a round-the-clock strike weapon. No, that number of people would just be the end of Auga coming in.

The catastrophe that followed doesn't have to be put into words.

"Stop it -!

Alan's scream.

But I knew it wouldn't come true.

His wife, the only magician in this village, is guarding the back gate. There's no one else who can stop that ogre.

Even if we know the outcome, we'll have to fight it to the end.

Glenn, who made a quick decision, tried roughly to pull through the arrows - where he put his hands on them, stopping the movement by accident.

"The light..."

That was the best I could crush. The other villagers have no say in the current sight.

Goblins pushing to the village are engulfed in light.

The fact that it was unexpected for the other party could also be seen from a rush.

Each other, we can't even move.

I forgot to fight on the battlefield, and suddenly, the light grew louder.

Light burns directly into the retina.

A few seconds, no, a few minutes.

When he squeezed his courage and opened his eyelids, the figure of the living demon had disappeared.

Not everything turned into a corpse. That doesn't count.

Suddenly it disappeared.

There is nothing else than to describe it that way.

"Thank God... you...?

I didn't need that much time until that turned into certainty.

An exploding cheer erfully erupts from there.

Prayer to thank God for miracles, voices rejoicing in survival, just tears bursting with emotions.

Emotional expression was individual, but there was only one underlying thing.

It was the certainty that Valtrude Istas, the lord, and her companions - in other words, that the heroes had saved themselves.

Ig Nus-Zad who left the Golden Dragon.

On that back, a masked man stepped down.

Triade.

"The Book of Nothingness." What leads the world to nothing.

Nestled like a ghost, Triade had an untouched view of the city of Falve, which gradually grew larger with a pitch-black dagger in his hand.

I don't need anything there.

In a while, the world itself will come to an end. It doesn't make sense where I cared about one or two of the cities. In the first place, there's no point in this world or in life.

While convinced of the achievements of the plan, he was in a state of mind far from alarm or chronic.

Although unrelated to the workings of such a human spirit, it is therefore.

decades from now.

Ever since I touched the spiral heart of great despair.

The contact itself, did he want it? Or is it the result of a random selection over there? It's been a long time since I even knew that.

I don't just want to ruin it. I'm not even a suicide volunteer.

Unleash the main spiral of despair from prison and invite it to the material world. That's the petition. Only the crazy emotions in this chest are true.

Even if doom awaits ahead.

To that end, I spent the past year preparing.

He threw down his last funds at all costs, using both sorcery and means not to do so, aligning goblins and orgasms, placing the settlement of Sahagin under his control, and nostalgic for the giants.

This Ig Nus-Zad is the product of a trial and error that unleashes the spiral of despair. "An asset of the Book of Nothingness."

I kept it dormant and didn't put it forward until now, simply because I had no use for it.

If we push this spider subgod to operate, the forces of goodness will not be silent. In that case, it will be impossible to carry out the plan in secret.

Therefore, it was not necessary to put it on the table.

But that's over, too.

I don't care how conspicuous it is. When you realize it, it's all too late.

Crush the hateful adventurers and use the magic of Obelisk to manifest the spiral of despair (Reliouria) this time.

So, literally everything ends.

Yes, he consolidated his determination once again and put his strength into his hand with another trump card, a pitch-black dagger.

Named Yin Fountain Dagger (Shadow Well), it just seems like a magical weapon at first sight.

However, the power to enclose is not inferior to that of secret fixtures (artifacts). In the unlikely event of a defeat, I was willing to throw this away and use it without hesitation.

The movement stopped at the mighty wave of magic as he tried to nostalgic for the dagger of Yin Fountain. Falv - No, in the running of the force released from its basement, a feeling casts a great shadow on the mind.

But I was not given time to pursue the identity of a hunch.

Because Ig Nus-Zad and himself emit a golden light.

No, it brings the light together, but is that correct?

"Something..."

No one answers.

I wasn't expecting an answer either.

Still, I couldn't help but scream.

Moments, drunkenness strikes me. Nausea that should have been lost, such as the ability to feel it at all. The discomfort that erodes your heart. Unstoppable, desperate.

Here, my consciousness was instantly interrupted.

"The miracle of Truss-Sink is here now."

"We want something bad. Stay." "Forced transfer."

Underground in the castle fortress of Falve.

Looking to the front at the pitch-black obelisk, Yut and Arcia joined hands and completed the ritual.

Obelisk will be in the light and it will still take some time to emerge, but the two are convinced of the success of the ritual.

"Bad stuff. Being there is a subtle rhetoric...... is it a success?

"I guess."

In a vast underground space, Yut, who was ahead of Obelisk, was grinning at Kaishin, even as he stirred up his fatigue.

"But this..."

"Well, I knew."

Then Yuut smiles bitterly when he sees Obelisk. He embraced reality in a bulky tone and took his hands off Arcia.

Not that I don't like it, but I don't even want Valtrude to see me.

The "Complete Phantom (Mirage Fact)" scroll was removed from the scroll holder and faked lightly.

"I was sure, too... that when I could actually do it, I'd have to be ashamed of this impotence."

It doesn't look like Alcia to me what hallucinations she used, but I guess it comes with speculation. But she never touches it.

"Oh, looks like they're all here"

Yut, looking up over his head, told him to cut the story off.

Valtrude is a military shoe of flight, and Larsia and Exile take a ride in the power of Jonah's Flight and descend underground.

"Yut, I scrolled around and put on PseudoVisual."

"Thanks, Larsia"

"What did you two do more than that?

I trusted you, but I guess you just can't convince me to get ready for battle and come underground. As he rushes over, Valtrude asks Yut and Arsia for an explanation.

"If you can't deal with being attacked in various places, you just have to gather them in one place"

Yut, who unleashed a rambling argument without incident, went on to explain.

"Normally, you can never do this. Obelisk, who has enough power to pull me off the planet, and Arcia, who left me with a miracle."

This is the information I gave Yut ear punching.

A reward from the gods that Valtrude wished for the fortress and asked why Yut had been called to the land. That's what Alcia put on hold.

Sooner or later, I thought I might need help.

"Is that it...?

"Come on, we'll talk later"

Yut forcefully broke off the conversation because Jonah was going to feel it.

In fact, not if we're talking.

The Yuts turn to Obelisk's back, to the vast underground space that stretches forward.

"I guess it's time"

White magic light close to gold.

One after the other, light appeared as if it were fluorescent.

"Wow, this is..."

Seeing the sight after the light went out, the Valtrudes just as well are speechless.

There was a goblin.

There was an ogre.

There was a rust-eating monster.

Sahagin.

Kraken.

There were giants too.

And also Ig Nus-Zad, a subgod of blasphemous evil spiders.

Monsters were gathering in the underground space and hissing as Yunxia pressed them all over the place. No one, no one, no enemies, no allies could figure out why this was happening, though.

What we know about the situation are the masterminds, Yut and Alcia.

- And it was Triade the guy.

"You used it. You used Obelisk's magic."

"Exactly. Let me gather the magic of Obelisk in a special" Moment Move (Teleport) "featuring the miracle of Trus-Sink, God of Death and Magic."

Precisely a miracle, not reproducible even by subdivine spells.

Who can predict such a ghost bill?

"No, it's not over yet. We'll just have to stop you here and wait until the magic returns."

"Oh, yeah."

I laughed with my nose mocking myself.

"Come here, if you're gonna pull my hand here, I'm gonna miss you - I'm not saying anything. On this occasion, I will settle you completely."

White Great Mage's Robe.

Yut, who took the spell out of that pocket, declares.