''Ahhhh! What the hell are you guys doing here? It's too much trouble to fight! Come home, for real! The fight won't produce anything, you son of a b*tc*!
His voice was so cold and lifeless, it was a far cry from the one he'd just heard.
An emotionally charged scream echoed through the room.
Belamus decided that the cry was interactive.
"We're not here to fight either. We've come to meet the guardian deity who I believe created this dungeon. Perhaps you are the one?
"I'm not a guardian god. My guardian angel is my creator. What do you people think you're gonna do with all those freaks?
I'm here to negotiate.
"What kind of negotiations? ...... Oh, you don't have to tell me. Your situation is not important to me.'
Can we meet?
"You'll see him, just in case. You're here just in case. Well, but you might not want to go to ....... I don't think it's going to be any good to have it, so just turn back here.'
It's an unavoidable circumstance.
"Oh, I see. Actually, I have a few conditions before I can meet my guardian god.
What is that?
You have to take me down.
Just as the voice came, a glowing magic circle was written in the middle of the room.
It looked like a magic circle that could transport you. We waited for a while, and then something came through.
It was a giant iron doll with a red sphere in the middle.
It's so much larger than a man. It was twice as big as an orc.
A man-made, magically powered monster. They were a kind of golem.