134 Twenty-three end points.

Touch Nazna's head and calm her down.

Fortunately, the Dwarf species hurt their ears with a shock sound, and they never saw Nazna cry because Mela was standing in front of them and blocking their sight.

Restore your mind and watch for other enemies and traps, while everyone gathers for Nazna's defeated 'Snake Simulation' - Artificial Mythical Class (Mitology Class) weapon.

Artificial Mythology (Mitology Class) weapons had their right arm cut off from their shoulders and their chest armor torn into two pieces. The tail has also been cut off, and the pressure, like when it was moving until earlier, has completely disappeared.

Instead of a crater with a hot spoon of butter, it's like letting the force crush it.

The artificial mythical class (Mitology Class) weapon that was inactive because of it was also buried in half of the rubble.

Dwarf King Dagan asks with a rough nose in excitement.

"Lord Wright, can I approach that artificial mythology class weapon, touch it, analyze it, lick it, eat it!

"... I don't think it's dangerous because it seems to be inactive, but be careful when approaching. Just don't eat or put it in your mouth because it's hard to break your stomach and Nazna's mane."

I stabbed the nail, but the Dwarf species flock to the artificial mythical class (Mitology Class) weapon, which was simultaneously broken on the skin when permission was granted.

In this world, it's a level of how much effort and years can be devoted to creating Relic Classes.

In spite of this, past civilizations have artificially created mythical classes. If there's anything to prove it, there's no way the Dwarves aren't excited.

"Uh-oh! It's made of metal I've never even seen!

"Look at the core too! A complex surgical formula is stacked in the contents with a laminated structure. I guess that's how complicated it is to make a decision."

"Guh! The snake head on both arms is crushed! It would have been a good research material if it had stayed!

"Show me more, too! Figure out how the mythical class demonstrates its ability to interfere with the world in isolation!

The dwarf species raise their voices and move in the noise as if there had been a riot.

After this, you're going to make a scene by reaching out to the mythical class (Mitology Class) that Nazna has at her disposal, the Great Sword Prometheus...

We need to be careful not to let the angry Nazna get their hands on them.

Honestly, I'm going to have a headache right now.

(Thinking positively... let's just say that the Genesis Class (Genesis Class) that I make my hands on, "The Burial (Shin Seems) Gungnir" was just unknown to them)

The shock sound of Nazna stabbing the stop, thanks to Mae standing in the front sheltering the Dwarf species, has not been seen or heard by them that I used the shrine (Shin Seems) Gungnir to stab the stop at the last snake arm on the left.

I don't know what kind of eyes are known to have up to the Genesis class, not just the Mythical class.

It would be a good idea to keep it a secret.

"Kerk, kerk! May I, your husband?

Looking at the dwarf species gathering at the buried Artificial Mythology Class (Mitology Class) weapons in the land, Mella calls out.

She stood in her hand with a beautifully cut blade tip over her long hem, or 'A Shard of Adventurer's Sword Diving Here in the Past'.

"Kerk, kerk, kerk! The whole split we were putting out to investigate the surroundings was safe, and we discovered the next hole to go down. There's no sign of anyone passing through the hole, and it looks like we found this one together near it."

"This is..."

"From the smell that remains, I thought it belonged almost to the adventurers sent by the Dwarf breeds."

"Have they reached this point..."

They've reached this place beyond the infinite stone golem hierarchy, the artificial sea hierarchy.

But it's probably no match for an artificial mythical (Mitology Class) weapon, and he lost his life here.

"Were there any other artifacts?

"I'm sorry, that seems to be all"

I can't be on a top secret mission, and it would have happened hundreds of years ago, but if I had artifacts, I wanted to put them back together for my family, acquaintances, etc., but it seems that the only thing I found was the blade tip.

Instead, should we consider it rather fortunate that the blade tip alone remained under the 'thin from the world' attack of that artificial mythical class (Mitology Class) weapon?

After I tell Dagan and the others, I decide in my chest to take the artifact, the tip of the blade, back to the ground.

"Well, thank you, Mela"

"It's an unbearable word. Would you like to take us to the next hole?

"Uh... that's..."

Turn your gaze to the dwarf species.

Their excitement never stopped and they were shaking like young children brought to play.

"... shall we wait a little longer until they settle down? It'll still be a while before the rest of us get back."

Roger that, sir.

When Mela replies, she begins to be alert about other enemy raids, traps, etc., like Mae and the others.

It took a whole day since then for the Dwarf species to settle down.

They continued to scrutinize artificial mythical (Mitology Class) weapons all night. Remove debris with our hands on the way.

He was also assisted in the task of leaving the parts to hit the original position.

As a result, what I found out...

"We have no idea with the modern technology of Nong et al! I see."

Dwarf King Dagan forcefully affirms.

Exactly how I don't think I can understand and reproduce the cutting-edge technologies of past civilizations in about a day...

With this nice smile, he said, 'Now I know I don't know, that's the way forward. You think I'm gonna take the time to do this in a dangerous place? It doesn't matter!' I'm surprised that the Dwarf breed really likes research too much.

May, Nazna, Mela and Tin were similar reactions, not just mine.

I couldn't possibly hit the Dwarf species eight times, I decided to rest my body in the cottage and then move on.

Mela's split, one wolf was finding me a hole to move on.

Traveling to the downhole, he goes down on Mae's yarn box as usual.

Through holes as long as any other, there's...

"What is this... residence?

The world spreading out of the yarn box windows could be recognized as a 'safe place for people' at a glance, although a regular line of buildings, regular trees lined up whether they were planted to heal people, some of the upper tiers collapsed and the mixed grey ground of black grains fell and buried.

We all knew by instinct that this was the end point we were after.