Chapter 175: 175 174 Sixth floor

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After finishing collecting the Demonic Stone and cleaning it up, Mira takes the Pegasus for the Great Temple. And in a little over thirty minutes to keep scratching and flying the turbulent tower, we arrived at our destination.

There were still several groups of adventurers left in the Great Shrine. The fifth layer of difficulty was the C-rank classified as advanced, and certainly the adventurers there had an atmosphere that just gave them a glimpse of strength. Especially the arsenal. Obviously not. Everyone is naturally wearing high-end Mithril weapons, and some people even own Spirit weapons.

The gaze of such adventurers gathers at Mira, who has come alone fluttering. That was the gaze of interest that made up the majority. There's one girl in the C-rank dungeon. Besides, she's a breathtaking girl. I wouldn't have any choice but to look him in the eye by accident.

"No, I want to ask you something, okay?

Mira walked over to the group with the largest number of such adventurers and spoke up so.

"What is it?

A man who would be the leader there responds with interest in his face. At the same time, other groups unwittingly quieted down to see if they were concerned about Mira.

"Have you seen some suspicious necromancer on a bicorn bone with a broken right corner from the inside?

Witness testimony that was there once. Mira thought that maybe someone else had seen it. The testimony I heard is a second layer about a week ago. If we get new testimony, we might be able to predict how fast Seoul Howl is progressing.

This dungeon, due to its extraordinary breadth, has a significantly higher proportion of the effort of travel to attack. It takes time, regardless of strength. From what I've heard, Seoul Howl is on the road by bicone. There are mountains of complicated roads and various obstacles on land. Only Seoul Howl will serve, and the bicones will show considerable manoeuvre, but they will still be no match for Pegasus, who ignores them and proceeds. That means it might be possible to catch up with Seoul Howl on the way.

"Um, I don't recognize you. I'm sorry."

The man, armed in retrospect, replied, shaking his neck slightly to the side. His people tried to remind me too, but I still didn't seem to remember.

"Hmm, right...... Sorry to interrupt the meeting."

If there were a large number of people, one person would have been Mira, who thought, for example, but what I saw would be roughly the same because I would act in the group in the first place. But Mira doesn't screw up. When this happened, he went to ask the other group that it was a battle in numbers.

The second group, too, doesn't look familiar. Next time, then, it's time to walk out.

"Hey, you. Maybe, but I might have seen that guy."

And one man spoke to Mira. Apparently, I heard Mira asking questions. Looking back, there was a lightweight man there who let him wave small.

"Oh, is that true!? How many layers should I have?

Running all the way over quickly, Mira looks up at the man with her anticipating eyes. Then the man laughs as if he and Cohon somehow took care of it and dressed it up, blushing unexpectedly, etc.

"I couldn't check my head in the back, so I don't know if it's bicorn. I would have seen someone riding a horsey bone. Two days ago on the fifth floor."

When the man says so, his companions say, "It was far away, I don't know," "It was creepy," etc.

According to the story, apparently it was only for a moment that I saw it, and I don't know anything about the details. Nevertheless, it seems certain that he was on something like a bone. In the light of the circumstances, it would likely be Seoul Haul.

"Hmm... two days ago"

Mira doubted that the difference had narrowed considerably more than she thought. About a week ago is the second layer. And the fifth layer two days ago. Ancient underground cities are inherently dungeons that take a month to attack, and from the average adventurer's point of view, their progression is fast enough.

But Seoul Howl, which is equal to Mira, who is attacking at more speeds than that. Mira thanked Pegasus once again for his gratitude as he once again fought over the vastness of the ancient underground city, wondering if it was something that would make a difference so far by land and air. And I don't forget to giggle, "You're not a winner of summoning."

From eyewitness testimony, convinced that he could undoubtedly catch up before the attack, Mira said "thank you for the information" and handed the man an appropriate recovery pill in lieu of thanksgiving. A dangerous adventurer would have no trouble with anything.

(Now, wait, Seoul Howl!)

Mindful that his eyes stood, Mira rushed straight through the Great Temple to the sixth level. Inside, there was only a slight spread of emotion looking forward to reuniting with friends.

That's how Mira ran away refreshingly. So, there's a little commotion.

The starting point is the medicine Mira handed over. Tons of pills I once ordered from an alchemist I knew. Mira, who had come to the world before her orders to refrain from the biggest Reid battle, remained in full possession of the chemicals that were supposed to be consumed in the battle. I gave it to you this time, one of them, but the boulder was supposed to be ready for the biggest Reid battle, or just one of them, and now it was hundreds of thousands of drugs to do it.

It was too broken a dish for the reward of a little eyewitness testimony, and the man was envied by his peers and jealous of other groups. I was most surprised, though, that it was still me, and I wondered for a while if I could really have it.

Sixth floor of an ancient underground city. From the fifth floor to half the area, the end to end, floor to ceiling, were filled with a group of buildings that could not be foreseen in any way.

The fifth layer of the tower was also equivalent, but the sixth layer had a different density. Countless buildings like boxes, large and tall and intricate, exist like a single castle.

Private rooms, narrow passages, halls, corridors, blowouts, stairs, ramps, all these things were irregular, forming this city of stopovers.

(But, well, Kowloon Castle is a good thing...)

When the players saw this sixth floor at the time, they described it as like Kowloon Castle, once a real slum city. Mira also feels similar when she looks at images left as material from the past, and she still feels it again. An ancient city, yet still with a glimpse of wonder and a sense of life. From a glance it looks like an irregularly built up building block, unstable. Then the building, full of mysterious metals, is sturdy and shows no signs of collapse. Such things fold in multiple ways, and in some places they are connected by unstable scaffolding. Stepping into the detailed path, it branches into countless trails.

These sights were filling all the space on the sixth floor. An ancient underground city where the area of space has been halved every time it descends the layer. This sixth layer is more important than ever if you look at it just because of its size. However, with such a structure, its floor area is comparable to that of the third layer. Now, the demons that emerge are equivalent to B rank. Thus, it was the most troublesome layer in ancient underground cities.

"Anyway, come on in."

It is also necessary here to collect three letters in order to open the door of the seventh layer. It is obtained among the crystals of small temples in the upper, middle and lower layers. But to get in there, which was called the District Manager's room among the players, it's troublesome because you need more characters that correspond to it.

How many days will it take to get out, blurry thinking, Mira summons Dark Knight back and forth to walk out. Pegasus is off this time. Six layers where everything is intricate. There are countless passages to the extent that one person can get through, and the ceilings are low. Because of this, we cannot fly here, and the advantages of Pegasus do not prevail.

"Ha... where was I?"

What technology was used when this city was created? By the way, the light brightens up the whole thing, not even the density of the city. For this reason, there was no more pressure than the appearance of the atmosphere, and it was a place where some people seemed a little excited about the adventure.

And here was one, in the sixth layer of a long time, whose adventure had been bewitched. I remember the regular route well, so it's okay, and it's Mira, who was bracketing the height.

Actually, this, sixth layer. There were several facilities still in operation, where rare grass flowers, trees, etc., were grown. Moreover, there appear to be rumors that there are still a number of hidden facilities that have not been found, where the adventurer appeared despite the difficulty.

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Having heard such rumors that misguided adventurers were speaking on the road, Mira was impressed by the rumors and the way adventurers chased the truth of the rumors.

"Sure, if you go this way...... No, over here, what's up?

Mira glanced at her face from a blowout she could see beside as she wandered down the crossing corridor to trace her memories of the time.

(That wasn't the first place I went through. So, it didn't just go off over there...)

Blowouts aren't that wide. Staring down the crossing about five meters away, Mira looks back at the regular route.

"This is what happened, from over there...... I mean... oh, up there!

Mira finally figured out which area the point is currently around. And when I know where I am right now is just down the road, I ride myself straight out of the crossing. And he kicked the universe with a hiccup, and jumped into the upper crossing, at that moment.

"Oops!?"

A skeleton was nestled where he was scheduled to land, and Mira decided to fly and kick reflexively without worrying about her flipping skirt.

A skeleton that blew up so flashy with momentum and surprise. But a B-rank area demon on a boulder. There was no way I could crush it with a weak magician's body surgery, and I got up without getting my hair in. But what you're reading is a B-rank area demon. Not the enemy of Mira with the most powerful title of Summoner, but quickly turned into dust by a black sword that emerged from nowhere.

"Ooh...... I'm surprised. My legs are coming out."

Skeleton creeps, I'm sure, will be common across the country. Whoever it is should be quite surprised that it suddenly comes in front of you.

Well, Seoul Howl would be the exception, but he picks up the Demonic Stone while thinking, etc., and Mira recalls an earlier moment. And he shrugged, staring at his own legs, "If you think about it, there's a kick too," he said.

Until now, Mira has only used both hands in melee. And this is like a habit from the time of Dumblrf.

Mira often went in from shape, and all her costumes were still wearing robes at the time. And including the robe of the sage, which is the final piece of equipment, all of which have long hems. As a result, my feet are hard to use because I sometimes get caught on my feet, and as a result, my fist beating has become the main thing to this day.

But now Mira realizes. Now that you have a short hem and a mini skirt that allows your feet to move freely, I was wondering if you could fully roll out your foot moves.

After sending back the dark knight he had left in the lower crossing, Mira re-summoned it to the side and turned it into an experimental bench for kicking moves just to try.

I have never used it before, but Mira has taught Maylin, the wise man of immortality, the minimal form as a basic workout. So if it's just movement, I can see it there. I'm releasing the kick. Mira waved to the full to think of the kick moves she's been sealing.

Mira's kick, by the way, but the movement lacked the stature and muscle strength of a sharp one. The power was to the extent that hairs grew in the fist punch, and there was no fine dust damage to the recipient's dark knight.

Nevertheless, power can be compensated by immortality. Mira, who had easily tried her kicking moves, was delighted that there were more options available in melee, and decided to walk out to review them later. If Mira had an objective point of view at this time, if her sensibilities as a woman had been nourished at all, at least she would have noticed if someone was nearby. What happens to the pants when you kick them out in a miniskirt?

As a result, Mira moves slowly with a confident look, without noticing or caring, but still recognizing that the kicking move has been unsealed.

"It would be a classic to plant an iron plate in your shoes."

Dark Knight stabs a stop where he got ahead and frightened with a flying kick. Having repeated this several times on the road, Mira blames the equipment for the low damage of the flying kick and seeks ways to improve it. It should be noted that if iron plates are placed in shoes, the power of the kick will increase, but the mobility will drop significantly. Heavy shoes can only be shackled because of weakness in the first place. Therefore, the best solution is to proceed with the creation of muscle strengthening refining equipment, which Mira thought of the other day. Mira will remember that later, but now she is obsessed with the fact that the battle has widened, and it was going to take a while.

upper part of the sixth layer. Mira, who kicked a large skeleton in a large building, first succeeded in obtaining the letters that would be the key to opening the door between the crystals.

"I think I'm getting used to it."

Mira continues to practice kicking moves while advancing her sixth tier offense. I had missed several sights, kicked Skeleton with my thoughtful tibia, screaming in tears, but now my failures are almost gone. Rather than damage along the way, it seems that the change to standing around with an emphasis on foot payment and other restraints has done well. If you devise a place to kick even if you don't have the power, it will work well. Besides, the enemy is a human skeleton with rounded joints. For Mira, she was just the right match for training.

"Just well, let's keep it this way today..."

Mira had a subtle hip pain as a result of doing too much with her condition. As a result, we head between the crystals in a slightly less expensive walk.

On the road, the Dark Knight struggled so much that Mira didn't even have to hand it out. Mira, who picked up the Demonic Stone and then followed, was thinking about the combination of kicking and fairy arts without punishment.

(I'm sure Maylin's guy blew up a lot with a flying kick. How did you do that?)

Maylin hits Mira's master of martial arts. Her moves are varied and naturally many have used her legs. Moreover, there were countless moves involving immortality. But the only moves Mira has taught me are those that use her hands because her legs are hard to use and she doesn't have enough more time. The only knowledge in Mira today is the basics for workouts and Maylin's moves that have been shown over and over again.

(The fairy art itself is almost mastered, so it should be an application of this.)

Mira, whose interest in combat relations shifted from adventure, was following a regular route and proceeding with the offense, even while still thinking without stopping by.

Through the trail, up the stairs, across the room and across the small bridge. Then proceeded along a corridor with a view downstairs, and straight down the big street, a space with a small temple spread across its penetration.

"Oh, you're here."

Mira looks at the eccentrically shaped temple as the skeleton jumps off the upper floor in an unexpected manner, becoming dust before descending to the ground by the quick reaction of the Dark Knight.

The temple was a beautiful sphere. Besides, they're made of metal, and the surface is very smooth and glowing like a mirror. There's a sphere like that on the ground.

"No matter how many times I look at it, I still feel uncomfortable."

In a city of building blocks like a gathering, a temple like a treasure ball. Were those who once lived here so faithful? In front of the temple, which obviously gave rise to special signs, Mira entered more than just one hole in the sphere, even though she thought about it.

Up the stairs by the altar. Shit.

In retrospect of the place between the crystals, Mira goes straight through the chapel.

Compared to the exterior, the interior of the temple was a truly apparent construction. Chapel in front of the entrance. Decaying, yet brilliant columns of fine craftsmanship lined the back with statues of gods all over the walls. While they all have different expressions, they all have in common a gentle appearance, like a demon and then also visible to an angel.

In this day and age, tritheism prevails on the continent, but it is the story of a friend of Mira who likes historical elucidation that many gods were once worshipped by race, region, etc. According to such a friend, the gods worshipped in the ancient underground labyrinth are the ancestors of all those gods.

God also has history. Nearby, he looked at the statue on one side of the more rolling wall, and with that in mind, Mira went up the narrow staircase beside him.

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