Chapter 68: 68 67 Stairs to the sky

Sixty-seven

Mira met and was to accompany a pair of people for the same purpose who said they were going to the Abandoned City of Heaven. The dungeon called the staircase to the sky, which serves as its entrance, was currently about thirty minutes' walk from the point.

Having learned how easy it is in Pegasus, Mira shifts her gaze straight over the sky when she confirms it on the map. The high sky is a sumptuous watercolor, and the birds slowly disappearing from the edge of their sight are as if they were inviting.

"Well, let's just say the story's all wrapped up. Let's go."

"Right."

Heinrich answers briefly when Gilberto speaks that way. Mira glanced back to observe those two and activated the subpoena after some sorting.

[Summoning: Garuda]

A wide magic formation rises behind it across the two men, stretching high like a pillar of light. Fragments of crushed light rise so that they can wind up in a whirlwind, and immediately afterwards a stream of warm air like a spring breeze rushes around the perimeter.

Gilberto and Heinrich, who felt the sudden change and the sudden feeling of increased density, turned their faces to say what was going on. Then, in front of him, the great monster bird loomed down, wrapped in finely brilliant feathers, even though it was like a jewel that, by angle, showed a radiant brilliance of extreme colour.

"Is this... a demon!?

"No, this feather..."

Heinrich stood with his hands on the knife of his hips, and Gilberto narrowed his eyes and put them in sight without losing sight.

Mira rushed to speak to Heinrich, who was still about to pull a knife, before which Gilberto put his hand on the pattern.

"Harry, this guy has no problem. Mira's subpoena, maybe."

"Holy shit!?

If that's the case, Gilberto throws his gaze at Mira. Heinrich also continued with a breath delay, and Mira replied, "Well, yes," as she leaned just a little.

"Was it? Summoning can be abruptly summoned by now. I'm afraid."

"Looks like Garuda from what I've seen, but what are you going to do?

Mira was the one who surprised me by summoning her without a proclamation, as she did when she met Blue and White, but when she strokes her chest down to a different reaction than last time, she just tends to say how it is.

"I think it's faster to fly away."

Having said that, Mira walks up to the front of Garuda and looks up and speaks as loud as a house high as the surrounding woods.

"Long time no see. How you doin '?

In response to Mira's words, Garuda looked at Mira with a sharp eye like an eagle, not particularly in silence without raising her voice. The nesting giant is also creating a different sense of tension than intimidation, with a strong blowing wind stirring up more silence.

(What if... forgotten!?)

Mira spins out the following words, in a hurry and similar agitation.

"Eh... I wanted the Lord to carry the three of us here... Uh, if you don't want to. Because I can't help it..."

Mira turns her gaze to Garuda with some relative attitude. But at the next moment, the giant of Garuda lay still in motion, and brought his neck before Mira. Then, with only his gaze, he points his back and tells him to ride. When Mira also understands from that attitude, she looks back with relief.

"So let's try to head out of the sky!

Unspeakable anxiety goes beyond the sky.

Thirty years is enough to forget. But Garuda didn't forget, he simply called it a quiet personality.

Since all the things I had summoned so far were of a highly assertive type, Mira also sometimes assumed that there would be some kind of reaction at reunion unconsciously, and it just seemed as if it had been forgotten.

But at this time, Mira hadn't noticed. That the spring wind-like wave that surrounds the garuda with the power to manipulate the wind is the very heart of the garuda that rejoices.

"Nice to meet you."

Mira so loudly climbs onto Garuda's neck as she scratches her feathers.

"Well, if you can shorten your time, you're welcome."

"Awkward, this is the first time I've flown in the sky"

Heinrich grinned as he crushed its rocky face, approaching Garuda in frying footsteps, and Gilberto also continues to wrap his inner tongue around the convenience of summoning.

As soon as Heinrich reached out and tried to jump on its back, he rose high with the neck brought by Garuda.

"No, Lord Mira. What the hell is this?

Heinrich looks up so much that his neck is going to hurt.

"I don't know. What's wrong, Garuda?"

Mira opened her mouth to let the two of them ride again, still nestled in Garuda's neck. As Garuda's body tilted slightly, its limbs moved like a tree, instantly grabbing Gilberto and Heinrich cleverly up with their toes.

"Nooooo! What is this!?

"Hmm, I guess that means I won't put him on my back except my husband. The story is that Garuda is mild, but he has a high temper."

Gilberto calmly deduces from the knowledge of Heinrich the wolf.

And when Garuda, with her wings wide spread with one leg, flapped her wings, she jumped up to make a huge noise and leap through the surrounding woods.

"What a spectacular view this is"

Sometimes the wind hitting the whole body is rough and comfortable, spreading across all directions from a green and first-time perspective, Heinrich forgets his current state and circles his neck. The galluda feathers swirling through the sky shine brilliantly in the sunlight and wrap around the rainbow. It's like unraveling a bound light and drawing a light wheel.

"Then it's Garuda. The destination is a staircase to the sky. Not that way."

Garuda for a different ride than Pegasus. Its feathers are as soft a touch as tampon cotton wool, but they are sturdy enough not to cut a thousand times when gripping them, and Mira uses such feathers instead of a reins to point you to a destination with one hand.

Then, quietly, as the orbit of the garuda changed from pivot to straight line, it increased further speed and flew away.

"I feel like a prey."

Gilberto shrugged as he just stared at the woods under his eyes going past like a blur in the relentless wind that hit him.

A few minutes later, he arrived in front of a cave like a crushed rock skin. It was an overwhelmingly faster way to get around than on foot, but Mira, who labored to repatriate Garuda, immediately turns around and apologizes with a slight distraction "I'm sorry..."

"What, there's no problem. It's a little messy."

Gilberto fixes her hair under the wind with that answer. Heinrich didn't seem particularly concerned either, only said that he had had a rare experience and had inspected the dungeon before.

It was a slightly vacant land in the woods to the rear, with cliff-like mountains stretching far above them in front of the three. The rough mountain skin does not allow you to climb, but instead a large cave opens its mouth at the front as if to welcome everything in. From the black hole, which lasted deep beyond the reach of light, the sound of the wind, similar to the roar, was wooden soul.

It is the entrance to the dungeon 'staircase to the sky'.

Okay, let's go.

When Gilberto calls out looking at the cave, Heinrich clears up the equipment for inspection.

The three stepped into the cave, spearheaded by Heinrich, the avant-garde.

The cold, sneaky, air-filled path is filled with darkness, with lanterns and surgical lights barely illuminating the surroundings. The width was not too narrow or too wide, and the upper, lower, left, and right edges floated lightly gray with stroking light.

"Can I leave it to you?"

"I don't mind. It's not even a dungeon yet. I don't care about Harry alone. Me or Mira would save mana. You just have to be active when it's real."

"Exactly. To this extent, one awkward person is enough"

Proceeding through the cave is about thirty minutes. The occasional demon who raided had his body amputated by a single blow by Heinrich's sword. Even in the blurry thin lights, the gleaming sword flashes like a three-day moon that can be zeroed from the clouds, leaving a quiet woody finish as it passes.

Heinrich's arm, which he said was A-rank, was a sure one. Whether the ears are good or the appearance of a samurai that reacts to slight noises and cuts in between at the same time is truly the samurai itself. Mira looked at Heinrich like she was impressed with him like that.

Three people arrived at the end of the cave without any particular problems. The place is like a large hall, and the tip of the lighting is anointed, as if the darkness was suddenly heavy. Only the front has arrived, where the obvious artifact is clearly visible in view.

It was a broken gate. Stone gates, as integrated with rock beds, have one side remaining closed but the other half lying on the fallen ground. There was a junction crystal in the corner of such a gate that I saw one day.

"So, are you ready?

"Oh."

"I don't care whenever"

Heinrich retrieves the pass as he says. Mira answers naturally and waits in front of the junction. As Gilberto nodded small, Heinrich pressed his pass against the junction crystal.

thin, shaking heavily as if the junction, which was strained like a membrane of chavon, had been blown by the wind. Confirming that, Mira enters first, followed by Gilberto, Heinrich.

Stepping into it, the air was clearly different there from the previous caves. The wind comes down from the front like it refuses far and away.

Stairs to the sky. It is a path deep in the mountains to the abandoned capital of heaven, a long and rugged dungeon made up of ten floors and a long staircase.

Between the little ones, which are the entrances, the blue swinging flames are lit, which are also floating in the darkness, dotted at equal intervals, on the stairs that appear to have just scraped off the rocks that lead to the back. The sight was creepy that made me think that it was not the sky, not even heaven, but that it was going to fall to the bottom of the earth.

(Oh, speaking of which, this is the place...)

The regular route had this, Mira sighed with a tired look before climbing staring at that staircase.

"Well, here's the real deal. The story says it's been a long time. Tell me when you're tired. I'll do the same. There doesn't seem to be any demons on the stairs, but I heard there are countless people living on the floor ahead. When you arrive on the floor exhausted, it can be fatal."

"Um, I got it."

Copy that.

Heinrich is not disturbed by one breath, even though he is still confident in his strength as he looks or was fighting on the road. On the contrary, even in front of the stairs leading up to the other side, the fine dust was not shaky either. Gilberto, by contrast, must have been more than I imagined. I'm smiling slightly. Mira was completely on her back.

About an hour after I started climbing the stairs to the sky. The dull, shivering and heavy metal sounds were echoing repeatedly.

"Phew...... You've climbed a long time. It should be time to get to the first floor. Let's take a break here."

"Okay."

When Gilberto gave the instruction to do so and dropped his hips early, Heinrich also removed the wearing knife and then slowly sat down. Even if the slightly descending wind was chilly, it was pleasant for Gilberto and Heinrich, who seeped in sweat.

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And Mira said,

"Hmm, it's still a long time. It's no trouble."

So blurry, jumping off the shoulders of a leisurely black knight.

Mira had magnificently avoided the manual labor of climbing on her own feet. If you can get on the summons, you can let them climb the stairs too. As a result of that thought, he summons the seemingly inexhaustible dark knight in terms of stamina and so on, and climbs its shoulders. And if you instruct me to walk, I'll finish the machine that keeps climbing the stairs. Mira was inferior to both of us in terms of stamina and such, but now she's in a state that's up to the pace of the two of us.

Mira said, "Do you guys want to ride?" When they inquired, they saw Mira sitting on the black knight's shoulder and immediately shook her neck to the side. No matter how much I want the Black Knight's but how good it is, it is only because it is the little girl of the body that fits on its shoulders. In an adult man, a cuddle or shoulder car would be at best. It would be more efficient, but they were two people who couldn't get rid of it that far on the boulder.

"By the way, what business do you lords have in the abandoned capital of heaven?

During the break, Mira asked the two of them to soothe their fatigue by mouthing portable food and water. Gilberto then poured the dried meat in the chewing with water to

"I said at the beginning, I'm a scholar."

After saying so, I started talking about my purpose.

"Specializing in plants, the aim is to investigate the large forests adjacent to the heavenly abandoned capital. You know, Harry's kind of my sidekick."

"Hmm, I see."

As Gilberto puts it, the forest continues as far away as it is sandwiched around the abandoned capital of heaven and even the mountains. Fauna and flora are also incredible forests undergoing special evolution because they have ecosystems that are isolated from the ground.

"To be more precise, it's an investigation into a strange phenomenon that happened in that forest. So the question is, is it routine for you to fly in the sky on Pegasus? If so, along the way, have you seen a forest of unnatural holes like the one that was spooned off?

That said Gilberto makes a vessel-like shape with both hands.

If such a hole were in the woods, it would be easy to find it from the sky. But Mira never remembered seeing an unnatural hole, looking for Sky Castle one way or the other and watching all the clouds.

"Well when it comes to routine then...... of unnatural holes...... I don't recognize you, but what does that have to do with that strange phenomenon?

"Oh, yeah. This phenomenon is called Earth Eater among us. If you don't recognize him, you can't help it. Let me explain."

Gilberto, with his shoulders flaunted by such conditions as jealousy, at the next moment began to rap with a smile as thin as a beast who found his prey. Next door, Heinrich begins to grumble and take full care of his weapons.

"It's about twenty-five years ago now. A corner of the Great Forest north of Grimdart vanished overnight. The site was determined like a crater, as I was saying. It's about five hundred meters wide. It's just a place where fine Honey Apples and the like are picked.

That was the fuss at the time. There was also talk of spiritual outbursts, pranks of God, invasions from different worlds.

But that didn't end this phenomenon. The same thing is happening all over the continent. Ozstein's mountainous forests, Sweetbury Meadows stretching south of Alice Farius, Prayer Child Forests in the south of the continent, and numerous other forests and meadows disappear within the night.

I'm following the mystery of the phenomenon. "

"Eat the earth, huh? What an incredible phenomenon."

"Oh, you'd be excited, wouldn't you? So the other day, in the woods beside the abandoned capital of Heaven, I got the latest information that this earth eating had occurred. I happened to be near here, and I thought I'd be the first to come here today."

Gilberto, which is easy to heat when it comes to research relationships, takes the research notes out of his pocket and spreads them when he rolls them up. There was an extended spelling of a line of spots where, as I wrote it down, I found no order or law. It's a substitute that only the person who wrote it can decipher. Gilberto talks about his own considerations, predictions, aims, and other things as he shows Mira to push such a note.

Mira, who accidentally stumbled upon her, was to be heard lecturing by Gilberto, a scholar who was as persistently intertwined as a snake.

"So, you know, as a result of my research, I advocated. The beginning of all this was a year before the Great Forest north of Grimdart. You know what happened then?

"No... I don't know..."

"Then I'll tell you!

"Uh, nothing."

"Everything happens on the islands that float to the south of the Earth continent."

"Give me a break already -!

Mira finally escapes with a dark knight when she can't stand the lesson that lasts as long as she was climbing the stairs.

"This is the real deal."

Gilberto arms in slight dissatisfaction. Heinrich cleaned up the tools for the care of the weapons when he confirmed that the lecture was over,

"Looks like it's over. Okay, let's move on."

Yes, I get up as if there was nothing there.

"With you and a good girlfriend, how can you not be interested in this"

"I think it's because it's too difficult. And long. Gil doesn't seem right for teachers."

"Hmm."

As usual. The two gentlemen exchanged words in such a manner that they followed Mira up the stairs.

A little further ahead, the three rendezvous, and they start going straight up the dim stairs. To Gilberto, who intends to begin his next lecture, Mira moves on with a little bit of deception, shaking the appropriate topic. It reached such a vast floor that it could not be seen in the back.

The first layer is wide and long uphill, dotted with piled rock fortifications. There was a bonfire shaking red light everywhere, but it was insufficient to fill the entire floor, and signs of fetal darkness lurked in the corner as if to peek.

As expected, there are countless demons there. Even if Mira just checks it out with biosensing, thirty won't go down. However, it cannot be avoided because there is a staircase leading to the second floor before passing through this floor.

"Well, let's get rid of it."

Mira jumped flutterly off the black knight's shoulder, saying so,

"That's right. We arrived early thanks to Lord Garuda, but we still have a long way to go. I also ate time in Gil's lecture. Let's get this over with."

Heinrich pulls out the knife as he says. But it doesn't move from there to Gilberto, sending signals with a gaze.

"That would be necessary. Fine. Then, as usual, I'll take the lead. Watch Mira for a while."

Gilberto says so, grabbing a single arrow from the hips arrow barrel. But Gilberto didn't carry a bow that was supposed to hold the arrow, and there was no sign of taking it out of the operator's bracelet.

Gilberto's gripping arrow is a little thick. Gripping the arrow with his right hand, he lowered his right leg half a step, standing beside his face and further behind his ear. The figure is entirely a throwing form.

As Mira watched, using the flesh that seemed to swell up for a moment as a launching pad, a single arrow broke through the red light that swayed like a thin membrane, creating a splash similar to that of a small fountain in the distance.

The second and third arrows are then ejected from Gilberto's right arm, which has been turned into a turret. All of them are attacked by demons like hayabusa, who wrap up slight wind cuts and target their prey.

Hundreds of shots. The arrows pierce the neck between the eyebrows without mistargeting them, letting them despair with one blow to seep mercy.

Bear-like demons that tremble the atmosphere with hateful oddities as one companion after another falls. But the next moment, he was shot through the head, just suddenly losing any sound.

"Oh, my God, that's brilliant."

What was tucked away in Gilberto's arrow was a throwing weapon called a throwing arrow. If you throw directly with your hand, you don't need a bow. It's simple.

Mira growls admirably at Gilberto, who buries one demon after another in such a way that Heinrich quietly begins to burn his fighting spirit.

"I think I noticed. Harry, please."

"I've been entrusted!

At the expense of nearly ten bodies, the demons, finally understanding the cause, roared and rushed to us and the three of us. The intent to kill, which is still transmitted from a distance, dyes the air red and the front crosses.

It was Heinrich who jumped first. Double-cut a demon resembling a tiger with the agility of running the lead, with each swinging arm. It was only a moment of intersection. When Heinrich further defeats the demon behind him with a blade to return, he drops his hips with his sword aside and refines his fighting spirit.

If the maximized fighting spirit converges, the sword flashes wielded to tear the sky into sharp blades, bouncing off the atmosphere and attacking the demons. It was like a small typhoon to which a demon caught in a storm zone turned into a piece of flesh that did not even leave its original form.

"Well, basically, it doesn't smell that good."

Mira, staring at Heinrich's sword moves, shrugged so much as she was impressed.

Warrior classes also have the same kind of specialized skill, just as there are various types of technique as the specialized skill of the magician class.

Why a warrior class can fight with only weapons. That's fighting and application.

Fighting is what hits the magician's mana. This is what burns up in battle, an intrinsic force that accumulates in battle and can be freely manipulated by only the warrior class.

It is a skill called application that refines this struggle and sublimates it as a driving force.

And this application refers to adding qualities to the basic attack type, which is the type of poking or paying ahead.

To the basic thrust, with a refined fighting spirit, it gives more penetration and fires a blow that even pierces a strong rock foundation. Convert the temper into flames and slash it. Furthermore, there is the application of strengthening physical abilities only for a moment.

There are many kinds of applications that can be combined, so that's why many warriors want their own type.

In addition, the smell is increased by continuing to use it. Heinrich had to prove his strength in a single blow.

"I have to be active too!

Immediately after trying to run out so motivated, Mira stopped that leg. It's not like I had flowers at my feet. Because I remember the reflections I've had.

(Ugh, it's dangerous. I almost raised Maylin's reputation again)

Fighting in fairy arts can mean that the usual fairy arts are amazing again. After learning several times, Mira gave a long time's instructions to a silent black knight as she stood by the inches.

"Destroy them!

The darkness that covered the Black Knight deepened as if to echo Rin's voice, and when his shaky flaming red eyes stained him with crimson, he bent over, and the next moment, he leaped like a bullet.

Only a throat tremor that doesn't even sound like a voice shortly afterwards resonates with a severed demon. It belongs not to the Black Knight's sword, but to a demon crushed with its body. Dark Knight, who even showed signs of being out of place on the battlefield, dominated the scene with an overwhelming slaughter.

"Doesn't look good on your face, don't flatter yourself"

Gilberto, who witnessed the moment, groans bitterly.

"What a..."

Heinrich, who jumped out to show the good, is also excited by the Black Knight's bravery.

"Don't let the awkward lose!

Just minutes from the start of the melee. The battle ended early due to the overwhelming unity of one.

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