Muriel, who was thought to be dead, showed a slight movent.
Her slender right hand, trembling, touched her chest and poured out divine power.
She barely managed to raise her body after restoring her own body. Rex urgently supported her.
“Yes! You’re alive! Oh, ‘Strict Order and Good’! Thank you!”
“......Thanks to the protection of God, I narrowly escaped my heart.”
When wrapped in the na of God, the lie beca a plausible miracle. Rex also didn’t notice anything suspicious.
In reality, she hadn’t avoided death. She was already dead, so there was no need to avoid it.
‘Still, it’s not without its impact. I should stop by the Holy Land soon.’
Conveniently, Rex changed the subject first.
“Your Majesty, there is sothing I must report to you. Sir Clovis, who was in charge of your escort, was killed by the Black Swordsman....... Heuk.......”
“He has passed away.”
Muriel finished what Rex could not finish.
It felt more like he was wasting ti rather than being considerate of the other person.
Rex thought it was just his mood and continued.
“And...... the Holy Land Construction was taken away by the Black Swordsman.”
“The Holy Land Construction? Anything else?”
“That’s all.”
“I see.......”
Muriel’s eyes darkened. She, who had been lost in her own thoughts, opened her mouth slightly.
“Sir Rex’s face was.......”
“Your Majesty?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
At that mont, strange sounds were heard. The ghosts’ groans seeped out from the ground of the courtyard that had beco a cetery.
Senedic, Muriel, and Rex flinched, wondering if another black magic was being used.
Fortunately, there was soone among the leaders who was quick to judge the situation.
“Hurry and dig! There are living people!”
Cardinal Cattleya, who had escaped the fire because he was inside the building, called the knights and gave them instructions.
Indeed, she was right.
In the dug-out ground, there were survivors who had fainted from the weight of the soil.
Their groans were the last desperate screams of their lives.
“We have to hurry before we suffocate!”
Pavabavabak!
At that mont, the soil in one part of the courtyard spurted out like a fountain. The two Auror Masters erged from the hole they had dug themselves.
“We’re done digging, Marquis Recandro. Co out now.”
“You are truly amazing, Your Majesty.”
“Ahem, I have a knack for selling things. It’s the result of years of training.”
Prince Hispenril and Marquis Recandro tore off the skeleton arms attached to their bodies and threw them away.
They were also about to help rescue the buried people.
Pope Senedict approached and spoke in a grave voice.
“Prince, Marquis, I’m glad you’re safe.”
“What happened to that magician?”
“It seems like the goal was the Holy Land Construction Artifact, Marquis. With that, he opened the gate and suddenly disappeared.”
“The gate...? You’re saying it wasn’t a human, but a demon?”
“......I don’t know about that.”
After hearing the answer, Marquis Recandro looked up at the night sky.
The triple moon still occupied the night in the middle of the sky.
King Hispenril, who was digging out the citizens from the ground, said a word.
“It seems the disaster is not over yet.”
“There is sothing the Black Swordsman ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) left behind before he disappeared.”
The one who intervened to convey an important fact was Rex.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on the muscular young man with a sporty head. - Go to the Ritniel Plain and wait. The Demon King will co out through there as a royal family. “I predicted that the Demon King will co out through the Ritniel Plain.”
“......!”
Muriel, King Hispenril, and Marquis Recandro hardened their faces.
Only Pope Senedict quietly lowered his eyes.
“It seems that the Demon King Dungeon is about to burst. I don’t know which Demon King it will be.”
The others silently agreed with Marquis Recandro’s opinion.
It was serious.
With just the SS-class dungeon burst, the Ragnef Republic of Magic and the capital of the Elfenheim Church suffered a near-destructive blow.
And yet, it was a terrible disaster, a demon king.
Moreover, the burst had the effect of raising the power of the dungeon owner.
A demon king who had raised his level would be much more powerful than inside the dungeon.
King Hispenril's desperate voice was heard.
"The existence of the Serentra continent is at stake. We must gather all our forces to the Ritniel Plains."
I had to prepare for the Demon King subjugation battle.✠ The system map displayed the na of the area I was currently in as follows.
Chaos God's Tomb (混沌 神陵).
The na, the Tomb of the Evil God, was truly arrogant. Since it dared to call itself a god.
The exterior looks like a combination of a pyramid and a tower, so it goes really well with the sandy sea of Sana'ra. [The 'Trial Skyscraper Architect' says that he prefers a sleek, towering shape rather than a pyramid.]
[The 'Trial Skyscraper Architect' is a little disappointed with the height of only 200 ters.]
[The 'Trial Skyscraper Architect' says that he still likes the temperature control system using hellfire and hellfire.]
[The 'Balance-Adjusting Tongue' asks if he's the only one who's excited.]
[The 'World-Building Word Spirit' tells him to stop chatting and do so structural analysis.] Agnes and I exchanged impressions while walking through the dark passage.
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