The sight returned to Vir—

The sudden fall surprised Weir, but soon, he realized that he thought of some solutions.

Clarent took action instantly.

This repaired and strengthened holy sword was deeply embedded in the surrounding dark walls like a grease.

The fall stopped.

However, after taking a glance at the closed dome and the barbs that suddenly stretched out from below, Vill gave up the idea of ​​returning the same way after taking a breath.

Squatting on the hilt of the sword, Vill's eyes flashed a few times.

He had realized that something was wrong with this.

If the appearance of that synthetic monster is purely a coincidence, then the subsequent series of sneak attacks and the fall trap can be confirmed to be manipulated.

So, who will it be?

"Forget it, headache..."

After rubbing his swollen temples, Weir placed his gaze below the bottomless.

How can you go on safely without touching the traps around you?

The surrounding walls are full of traces of the inscribed magic circles.

If Weir was not mistaken, those magic traps that were unclear and did not know whether they were ineffective because of the time was too long, were all dark magic.

After glanced at the walls that were obviously on the past and the mottled lines on them, Vill increasingly denied the idea that this was a holy city.

Taking a deep breath, Weir gathered his magic power and leaned against the wall in a very strange posture.

Weir's physical condition is not very optimistic.

So, he needs a rest now.

...

Mirror House-

I don’t know when the magic crystals around me have become completely dim.

They look like the power contained in it has been extracted by something.

But, contrary to this, is—

The extinguished lamp has been lit at this moment.

The poet was still sitting in his original position, and in front of him, the palm-sized mirror was shaking violently.

The poet's body shook slightly.

He stretched out a finger and then tapped gently on the mirror.

After a violent twist, the picture in the mirror became mottled.

The black and white light spreads out from there.

After the light bounced through layers of mirrors around it, it gave the room a strange smell.

The poet's body began to become empty.

Just like, he was inexplicably

It appears as if it is.

Just then—

With a strange "click" sound, a magic crystal was quietly broken in the corner of the wall.

It quickly dusted and then, seeped into the ground.

Cracks like spider webs appeared on the wall behind the crystal.

In the rapidly spreading crack, a dark gap appeared inexplicably.

The poet turned his head away and looked at the crack that appeared out of thin air.

After a long time, he smiled.

The low laughter slowly spread.

Amid laughter, the mirrors that act as walls around began to shine.

The picture reflected here does not have the poet sitting on a chair.

...

Ruins passage-

Although the warning protection was taken in advance, it has to be said that Weir, who can still fall asleep under such circumstances, is really heartbroken.

However, it is obvious that this good dream is not long-lasting.

Rumble!

The loud noise accompanied by an earthquake-like shaking directly woke up Weir who was sleeping.

With a loud noise, the multi-layer magic guard wall set up in advance turned into a pile of broken glow.

When Weir opened his eyes, a flying axe with chains bounced towards Weir's face at an extremely strange angle.

"!"

Dong!

The gravel suddenly splashed, and the huge impact almost knocked Ville directly from the hilt of the sword.

Before Weir could figure out where this thing appeared, a "puff" sounded, and a ball of black fog inexplicably emerged from the landing point of the flying axe.

That's...

Magic Trap?!

With his hands swung, the black blood of the stars was thrown out by Weir as a dart.

In the sudden expansion of magic, the black blood that turned into a thorny ball directly tied the wall into a hornet's nest.

Broken stone chips flew everywhere.

In the suddenly rising magic cyclone, the stone engraved with the trap was "cut out" directly, and then it fell heavily.

boom!

The cold wind mixed with deep power of death swept from below.

The dust explosion that soared into the sky and the terrifying fluctuations made Weir feel a little unsteady.

"It's so dangerous..."

After wiping a cold sweat, Weir placed his eyes on the wall that was "healing".

In that position that was destroyed by itself, a new magic pattern is slowly emerging.

This place is so weird.

But why did such a change occur until now?

"Forget it, the most important thing is to leave here quickly."

With a bitter smile, Vir shook his head and decided not to pursue the matter again.

But at this moment—

It was inexplicably true that a rustling sound came from above, and at the same time, countless fine stones fell down like raindrops.

"What happened again?"

Subconsciously looking up, two huge swing blades reflecting strange cold light became wider and wider in Vill's sight.

Of course, there were dense and slender black needles that fell down at the same time as the thing.

“***!”

The two swing blades dodged sideways, jumping down from above like a monkey, holding Clarent's sword hilt with his backhand, and suddenly pulled it out, an oval flame barrier appeared in front of Vill.

Accompanied by a "ding-ding-ding" sound, all the magic barriers of the falling black needles were bounced lightly.

but--

After being bounced away, the magical creatures showed no sign of falling, but instead floated strangely beside Ville.

The sharp end actually locked directly on the Ville that was stuck to the wall.

The sticky dark black gushed out like a tide.

It's like midnight is coming.

In the original location of Vir, endless darkness completely enveloped the area.

This strange dark power could not even be devoured by [Heart of Darkness]!

Weir's face turned pale in an instant.
To be continued...