300 294 あと一歩で成果が出るとき、障害は立ちはだかる (1/2)

What is this place?

You let out a sigh, sit down on the hulking body lying at your feet, and let out a sigh for what seems like the umpteenth time.

Knowing it was only a short rest, you were alert to your surroundings, but not this one.

The more you descend in the dungeon of the dragon king, the more unreasonable it becomes.

You will be tempted to smoke, but the smell of tobacco is so thick that even a human can feel it.

So if you smoke in a place like this, one hit will end up attracting other dragons.

You are not so dumb as to smoke in a situation where you know how it will end, so you give up, regretting in your heart.

”Funny, I feel like I'm fighting instead of running around, not hiding.

More time has passed since we went down the canyon, and it's time to see if the bottom is in sight.

It's not about enemies getting stronger, or traps getting more dangerous.

It's about monsters fighting each other all the time.

It's a turf war, a battle for control, a battle for the females, or just a battle for your eyes, a horrible situation that makes you think it's an asocial group war.

The battle with the basilisk still feels prettier.

But that doesn't mean I want to get caught up in a battle between two giant dragons.

I'd say what battlefield is this?

There's no point in hiding, frankly.

It's just not worth fighting amongst yourselves in a polish-poison vase.

In addition, the strength of individual dragons is higher than in the upper tiers, probably because they are always fighting.

I've heard that the essence of life is refined in the midst of conflict, but I lament that the quality of dungeons doesn't have to be improved by this struggle for survival.

Sadly, this survival defense network has achieved a certain level of success.

I don't know if that's what the dragon king wanted, but it's a question of whether or not I should submit this as an improvement since the performance of the dungeon has improved.

The fact that I'm steadily being depleted and that I'm having trouble finding the mineral tree is proof enough.

One step forward and you'll have two fighting dragons.

Two steps forward and you'll have three dragons entwining their necks and biting each other.

Three steps forward and you'd think you were facing a dragon brawl at every step, the bottom of the canyon was at the end of the century.

It makes you want to cry that you dropped your mineral tree in such a place.

I don't know if it's here or not, but based on the area we've been looking for, unless we missed something, it's just ahead of us.

I'll cry if it's not here, and I'll cry with no sense of shame.

With a wicked call, you sit up from the body of the larger-than-normal blood basilisk you just defeated, and the break is over.

I resume my search, but...

So this is it.

If you dive below here, the danger level naturally increases.

Considering the path we've taken so far, we're about to exhaust our stock of worries about what we might find in the future.

The dungeon of the dragon king, which boasts a vast area, is surprisingly deep even below, with a basilisk, hydra and other dragon species that I've never seen before.

It's a place where there's always a lot of conflict.

It's fortunate that the dragon king won't find you if you get into a bit of a brawl.

However, that doesn't mean that you can't fight with all your might and be found, but I checked the injury and went as far as I could to find it.

What is this place at .........?

The gentle descent of the slope, the sight of moving down it made me unusually alert.

The air was different.

Something else different from the Dragon King.

I just know that it's dangerous.

The grave?

Dragon carcasses as far as the eye can see.

They are all white-boned, but they are all giant dragons.

There's no holy atmosphere and not necessarily the stagnant air typical of the dead.

It's an indescribable atmosphere.

All I can tell you is that I have a strange feeling of abnormality.

I didn't expect this thing to exist at the bottom of the valley.

But why are there so many dead bodies?

Originally, all the monsters in a dungeon are basically souls made up of magical power.

With the exception of the undead, all but one of them will return to magical power if you defeat them.

This should be used to create a cycle that minimizes the magic loss in the dungeon and replenishes the battle power.

That's why there are still wreckage like this, it's just that a lot of Bloods are left here.

”Strangely, there were many strong individuals, all Bloods?

Most of the dragons that I fought in the upper valley had returned to magic, if you can call it that.

So all the opponents they fought were souls.

But the further down the valley we went, the fewer individuals returned to magic.

That meant the number of Bloods was increasing, which in turn put a strain on the dungeon.

The amount of magic needed to turn a lower-ranked monster into a Blood was nearly ten times that of its raw material, the Soul Species.

The stronger the material, the harder and more expensive it is to create Bloods.

The amount of magic created in the dungeon is enormous, but it is not infinite.

I wonder if it's possible to spend so much to create such a graveyard-like waste of dragon species in a finite environment.

Or is.

Suddenly, an unpleasant feeling of anticipation ran down my spine.

It's understandable and understandable if you consider that the graveyard itself is a dungeon trap.

Can a bad feeling be as good as a bad premonition?

My gut tells me so.

The countless dragon bones, if they weren't already dead, would not be a graveyard.

Isn't the pollywood analogy a bit of a misnomer?

Fighting a blood don't just make your race stronger.

So it's an offering to the dragons that live in this place.

The flow of magic around you has changed and the quiet atmosphere of the place changes to that of a storm in the blink of an eye.

The flow of magic alone is enough to shoot a large amount of magic in a whirlwind!

The magic power becomes an air current that raises the dust and creates a tornado. While protecting your injured right hand, you knead your magic and set up a simple ward.

That prevents the storm generated by the magic vortex, but you can't help the pressure that seems to be sucked in by the resistance of the magic.

You're going to have to be careful not to get sucked into the air for a few seconds.

I'd really like to have a bad feeling about ......... that I'd like to be out of the loop.

As soon as the dust cleared, an alarm that I had felt many times in the past made me spit out the desire inside me.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!!!!

Skeleton Dragon?

The bones of thousands of dragons gathered together to form the shape of a dragon.

Or rather .

Yamata-no-orochi?

A neck divided into eight parts, a torso that supports the neck, a tail that stretches as long as it can to fill the valley.

It's hard to believe it's made of bone, a mass of magical power.

With a roar alone, the ground shakes.

Bones are joined together, but the dragon is complete.

It's a kind of art.

This could have been a dead one.

If everything was perfect, there was a chance that I could still survive, but I was being punished for being too deep in the woods.

I ran into a hell of a thing.