Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

The fleshy armor attached to the woman's right side, which was constantly writhing, seemed to unleash the power of a monster, and actually deflected Ais's full-force attack from the front.

Shock and anger.

Fighting spirit and murderous intent.

The girl and the woman never exchanged feelings with each other from beginning to end.

Even though the attack was deflected, Ais used the airflow to further increase her speed, unleashing a spinning slash that surpassed even divine speed. Revis was caught off guard by this fluid slash that appeared to have no preparatory movements, but she still managed to block it with her right hand at the last moment.

Her right arm, covered by a layer of red flesh, was severed in half, but she still managed to block the attack.

The fleshy armor began to spread like an amoeba, intending to devour the girl along with the longsword. Whether Ais chanted "[Roar!]!" or not, a powerful gust of wind was immediately unleashed from the Sword of Despair, allowing her to escape at the last moment.

The instant the two separated, Ais once again unleashed a lightning-fast slash at the enemy.

"This 'armor'...!"

"Don't blame me for being despicable. In my eyes, your 'wind' is just as bad!!"

Revis's flesh armor can directly withstand the slashes of the strongest [Revenge Princess]. To put it bluntly, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the strongest armor in the Netherworld at present.

This is a red flesh armor made by condensing "immortal essence and magical power".

In addition to its undeniable defensive capabilities, it also grants the "host" astonishing strength, making it a top-tier piece of equipment that excels in both offense and defense.

However, Ais, who was shrouded in black wind, was able to confront Revis head-on.

Each of their attacks possessed a terrifying power capable of knocking down a second-tier adventurer. Whenever their attacks clashed, they created a shockwave that shook the entire space. Green flesh that peeled off the floor and walls was blown away as if wailing, easily blasting a crack into the exposed, ultra-hard metal.

In fact, magic with the [Revenge Princess] effect has the upper hand in terms of both power and speed.

Even if Ais uses her superhuman speed to get behind Revis, the giant eyeball on the right shoulder of the flesh armor can always catch up with Ais's movements in time and block the attack from the blind spot in a semi-automatic manner.

Seeing that Rives had blocked the attack from behind with her crimson sword, a hint of anxiety flashed in Ais's eyes.

"Black Wind!"

She continued to increase the wind output.

It unleashed even greater power and acceleration than before, and through continuous slashes, it overwhelmed the monster.

“Hmm!?”

The Black Wind Sword chopped the flesh armor into dust.

"Give me your power!"

The entire maze immediately responded to Revis's call.

All that could be seen was green, mud-like flesh gushing out from the walls, floor, and ceiling. Upon contact with Revis's right side, it turned red, giving her a brand new set of "filthy armor."

Even the damaged "Sword of Filth" grew back from the floor, and as Revis pulled it out, she swung it with a powerful slash.

"...!!"

Ais frowned deeply.

The enemy has an inexhaustible supply of equipment.

With the blessing of the "altar"—no, the "fairy clones" that are integrated with the labyrinth—Rives possesses an inexhaustible source of power. At least compared to Reives, who abandoned her human form and became a monster, Ais will definitely run out of power first.

It's like an "individual" fighting against the entire "maze".

Looking back at the history of Labyrinth City, it is repeatedly proven that the Labyrinth had an overwhelming advantage in this battle.

A dungeon that is equivalent to an independent world—how can a mere adventurer possibly contend with it?

"--Drink ahh ...

Abandon confusion.

Let out a roar.

They become slaves to their fighting spirit.

Ais decided to put aside all other thoughts and continue fighting the enemy.

The Black Wind Sword and the Filthy Sword performed a dazzling waltz, producing a deafening roar far exceeding the sounds of swords clashing. The endless, fierce clashes continuously shook the entire space.

This is a battle between monsters.

On one side are the Death Wind Spirits, who, like a myth, unleash a black wind that surpasses human intelligence; on the other side is the King of the Dead, who, like a legend, wears ugly flesh armor.

The gale and chunks of flesh tore at each other, roaring repeatedly in an attempt to destroy their opponent.

--We can't win.

Ais, caught in the midst of a fierce battle, instinctively concluded this.

If this continues, we won't be able to defeat our opponents.

If this continues, we won't be able to kill our opponent.

The opponent is a self-proclaimed immortal monster, and is indeed the strongest enemy.

Yearning for the fierce battle that would align with their final showdown, they continue to absorb green flesh to enhance their power.

Therefore──

(I need more power!!)

not enough.

Still not enough!

It's still not enough!!

I want more and greater power!!

The will to win ignites a burning desire within, transforming fighting spirit into murderous intent.

The "monster" reflected in Ais's eyes gradually transforms into the appearance of a "dragon".

Instinct roared. Her heart pounded wildly, desperate for more power. The [Revenge Princess], so deeply intertwined with magic, was unleashed to its fullest potential.

The shackles of reason were broken one by one.

The pitch-black flames burning on the girl's back blazed wildly, as if in a frenzy of ecstasy.

Consciousness was gradually consumed by the karmic fire that it should have resisted.

This fierce battle robbed Ais of her last shred of concern, and her body and soul slowly sank into darkness.

"!!"

Ais accelerated toward that dark impulse.

Her body was emitting mournful cries; her bones felt like they were about to fall apart, and almost all the nerves in her body were about to fail.

But she completely ignored all of that, only wanting to kill the "monster" in front of her as soon as possible.

The black light spots emanating from her golden eyes continued to increase until the girl's original form, before she was called "Doll Princess" and "War Maiden," began to awaken.

The same murderous intent as back then is threatening Revis's life.

"……Ha ha!!"

Seeing Ais unleash an even stronger storm of sword attacks, Revis instinctively smiled, tearing the so-called limit to shreds.

The price the monster paid for wielding the forbidden armor was constant damage to her internal body. Bursting blood vessels ripped through her muscles, spurting horrifying blood from her skin. Her core, the "magic stone," emitted intense heat as if it were about to self-immolate.

But these were trivial matters to her, and she continued to fight with Ais.

"──────────────────────────────────!!"

The two roars overlapped.

Two resolute killing intents intertwined.

The next instant—a "clang!!" sound rang out.

A crack appeared in Ais's "Sword of Despair".

Even a sword with indestructible properties that can never be damaged cannot withstand the power of "Black Wind".

However, Ais was unaware that her weapon was damaged and recklessly headed towards "self-destruction".

He didn't hear Ai Jian's warning at all.

Even the girl's half-body sobs couldn't stop her.

The end is quietly approaching.

*

"...!"

A great deal of battle sounds came from the "Eye Crystal".

Everyone was preoccupied with their own survival, desperately howling and fighting.

Finn could almost hear Ernie laughing out loud.

On a chessboard where the outcome is already decided, there's no way to resolve the predicament of insufficient fighting power; he's helpless. No matter how Finn uses his wit and cards, the current situation is still beyond his control.

The key lies in the span of "fifteen years".

The fact that the male god spent so much time and that there was such an overwhelming difference in preparation between the two sides determined the outcome of the competition.

Anxiety—a chilling shiver that signals defeat and signifies destruction—surges up the spine in one breath.

"—Shakti, the command is now in your hands!"

"Finn!?"

"Cynthia, come with me!"

"Ah, yes!"

Finn then quickly left.

He decided to hand over the First Division and the "Fairy Spirit Avatars" to Shakti and Allen from other factions, and lead the remaining forces to support Raul and the others on the eleventh floor.

—It's too much of a stretch; no matter what we do, it's too late.

An overly intelligent brain coldly provides the "answer".

The battlefield where the First Unit was located was too far from the stairs leading to the lower level, making it impossible for them to reach the vicinity of the "Seventh Fairy Spirit" before the final deadline. The "pain" from the thumb had become a simple, excruciating pain, a meaningless warning signal.

Everything that makes up Finn Dimna is declaring his "defeat".

"—Shut up!!"

But Finn didn't stop; nothing he said could stop him.

The idea that giving up is the wise thing to do is utter nonsense. He could never honestly admit defeat and cheer for the winner. Even in a death struggle, he would never give up easily. Faced with the Dark Lord's unwavering declaration of victory, Finn decided to fight to the very end.

No matter what, we must not be discouraged, and we must not give up the struggle.

Even until the very end, they must continue to grope for that glimmer of hope, finding that tiny spark of "hope" amidst despair.

He is a greedy and selfish adventurer.

(We can no longer expect reinforcements from the surface! We must also abandon any wishful thinking that a third force might intervene! We no longer need "divine protection"!! We are going to defeat "the gods"!!)

Finn sprinted down the corridor, racking his brains.

He kept thinking, checking, and verifying all sorts of possibilities and countless options, exploring ways to turn the tide from various angles.

The compressed time allowed Finn to enter a realm where a moment felt as long as eternity.

(Don't stop thinking! Keep thinking, keep thinking, keep thinking!!)

The fighting force is scattered in various places.

Then gather some people from the six major forces and rush to the eleventh floor immediately.

--No, that would take too much time. The "bomb" would detonate before our forces have organized sufficient combat power.

Then we should deploy all the ambushing troops, including Fels, into the battle.

If the reserve forces are also used, at least the detonation time of the "bomb" can be delayed.

-- That's too much of a stretch. The "Seventh Immortal Spirit" is stronger than ever before. Sending half-baked combatants would just be sending them to their deaths.

—And if even Fels and his men were to personally go to the front lines, the command system would be in jeopardy.

Endless failed attempts, rampant noise, and a constant stream of warnings.