The third layer/vampire realm consists of two areas.

It is the Great Forest of the Moon and Night and the Hall of the Immortal, which appears before it leads through the woods.

"Wow...! Call me from anywhere, vampires!

Among the adventurers who stepped into the third tier, one shouted.

The Lord of the Voice is [Demon Sword Brave] Mr. Hell.

Apparently, it's the Hellvore party that will be the axis of this offense.

Again, about [Demon Sword Brave] Hervor.

Twenty-eight this year, she is a female jewel who ranks in the top ten in eighteen and continues to reign in the top ten since.

It hangs the demon sword Tilving of the demon king killing passed down from generation to generation, but seldom pulls it out.

Healthy tanned skin, forged flesh by artistic, ash hair that party members care for. Light, bluish grey eyes clearly reflect her emotions at that time.

I love the power comparison of head-on battles [Brave Man].

Other aliases include "Monstrous Double," "Mad Warrior of Haughty Power," and "Woman Defeating Giants with Bare Hands," and so on, if you name it, there is no kiri.

It's enough to count that she pulled out the Devil's Sword. Are you famous for fighting the extremely good [Demon King] and later the [Gu Long] battle, the 'Recommended Attack Level 5' dungeon master?

Conversely, it means that apart from the strong on that level, we deal with it with bare hands.

"Dear Sister Hell, your feet are soaked. Take care."

[Summoner] Margrette from the Hellvore party is a woman who feels like a well-raised lady. In fact, you think she's the second daughter of a certain big chamber of commerce?

[Warrior] Alba, who was a former party member of mine, once said, "You're the chairman type." It didn't seem like a good idea to me, but it seemed to be true to those out of training institutions (schools).

A serious summariser.. I think.

The leader is Mr. Hell, but she's not the type to give detailed instructions. Thanks to Mr Margrette, there is certainly a part of it that is cohesive as a party.

"Uh, maybe a little hard to walk"

"It's also foggy, please don't stay too far away from my people"

"Mal, I have that kind of head too."

"I know. What I'm worried about is the temperament of Sister Hell, who may stand out, even if I know it."

"... haha"

"Don't distract me"

"I'm on guard around you, you sound like a leader, don't you?

"Ugh."

Say something.

[Light Warrior] has left Mr. Hell's party with four left.

[Demon Sword Brave] Helvor, [Thousand Weird (Shenpei) Summoner] Margrette, [Artillery of Bombing] Emeline, [Fist Fighter of Lava (Ha Cancer)] Amalia is alive and well.

"Ugh... I don't like it, it's foggy on the dark, it's jittery numb, why couldn't it have been the realm of werewolves"

"Em, you didn't hear what you said? Even Mr. Tsubaki was troubled. Exchanging fists with swarms of swollen werewolves is certainly heartbreaking! But it's not uncommon to say it just by race, and the werewolf doesn't have the ability to play it, see? If you're a vampire in a dungeon with the highest difficulty, you can expect it!

Ms Emeline, who doesn't like the third tier of the environment, is a luxurious and feeble woman at first glance.

But if you look at what she's getting, you'll cover that impression, too.

It would exceed the weight of one gentle big man, it was a cannon. Even if there is a trolley, the size doesn't seem to freak out if it is pushed by more than one person.

With a handle and a trigger, it's actually a weapon that was manufactured from the very beginning to operate individually.

It's magic equipment.

Like fairies and spirits, it was equipped with a mechanism to absorb the magic power around it.

Dungeons are all magical spaces, so full of magic.

Between loading and loading, you don't have to worry about running out of ammo.

A shell made of magic is no less powerful than a real one. Depending on the magic put in it, it will surpass.

Solve the poor handling of the cannon, arguably a weakness, with Mr. Emeline's superhuman muscle strength and endurance.

"I've been listening, but there are still times when you're unhappy ~. I'm not pointing a blind love at the onion unlike Ame."

"Buh! Oh, my God, I'm nothing! No, you're not.

Amalia fights Hell in a similar way [position (job)].

He fully endorsed the style of challenging and repelling enemies directly from the front with one fist.

"Haha, I love you guys too"

To Mr. Hell's words, Mr. Margrette put his hand on his cheek, "Oh," Mr. Emeline reacted only with her voice, "Wow," and Ms. Amalia blushed.

Every time, first-rate adventurers don't get distracted for a moment while having a fun conversation.

I'm used to this area, and consciousness feels like words that suit my personality come out of my pompous mouth, even if they're directed at offense.

Although voices can still be put in later, many viewers prefer these natural interactions.

When the battle starts, it gets harder too.

"Still, you're not setting anything up. Speaking of vampires, I guess it's a species that transcends people, huh? You're not gonna tell an adventurer you're scared and hiding or anything!

There was no raid after walking for a while, so Mr. Hell screamed to provoke him.

I know very well that you want to fight and are wuss.

"I had to beat you to fear, I'm sure!

Mr. Amalia rides too. If this is just followers to the leader, there are gaps to get into, but Mr. Amalia is not just a follower.

He was wary of his surroundings with a sharp gaze, wondering if his enemies would dislike him flying out on the provocation.

This forest area is something you get lost in and can't get out of when you do poorly, but Mr. Aerial, who signed with the main body of the Wind Spirit, has mastered the surrounding space. The topography was confirmed by the spiritual art of extending his senses to the wind, which led him down the road to the hall.

"Thinking about the previous two layers, it seems that the third layer also has some sort of unknown trick. Sister Hel and Ame, please calm down."

"I'm waiting for that. 'Cause there's nothing wrong with that, so the rolling blood's gonna get cold."

Mr. Hell responds to Mr. Margrette's embarrassing voice in a boring way.

But that's enough boredom.

"Hellvore, you should put some cold blood on the fire - can't wait."

By the time Mr. Aerial's words come out, everyone will be in a combat position.

"Welcome, you inferior creatures (ningen)."

Appearing out of the fog is a vampire in a dress. The face is hidden by a veil and an eye-covering mask.

From the gold hair and costume, it reminds me of [Queen of Vampires] Carmilla, but her height and chest are not similar.

[Skewer Warrant Lady] Haagenti.

She laughs miserably when she gives her grace.

"What can I do for you tonight?

"They're all here to mess up."

"Hehe, being a good living woman. I'll put my fangs directly on that beautiful skin."

"If you can beat me, do what you want."

"Nice."

Mr. Haagenti rings his finger. Take that as a signal, the battle has begun.

The sound of leaf rubbing informs the assault of the bat's subbeast, and multiple figures emerge from the fog - vampires.

"I'm the [Devil's Sword Brave] Hervor! Don't let them hunt you easy, vampires!

"It's Haagenti. [Skewer warrant lady] etc., but don't worry. Because only men who are not beautiful can penetrate."

"Come on, don't talk nonsense! You don't mean to leave without doing all you can, either, do you? Skewers or whatever, you should do everything you can!

Her shoulders shake tingly at that word, which presupposes Mr. Haagenti's loss.

Whatever, with anger.

"... you can't be so hot to be asked not to respond"

Mr. Haagenti crosses his arms with his own back. Her dress has a back exposed design.

Pull your fingernails deep into the exposed white skin and let your skin break intact to return your arms.

Blood spilled crawls through the skin or splashes across the universe, but never falls to the ground.

Growing from her back, it turned into two giant whips.

Mr. Hell, who saw it, handled it as he raised one side of his lip.

"Come on."

"Just a little bit more intense."

The next moment, the whip was gone.

No, it's not.

He was swinging from left to right trying to pinch Mr. Hell.

The bouncing sound of the air wall.

Gentle to women and abusive to men, Mr. Haagenti.

Usually a whip that is wielded to kill a man's adventurer clutterfully and instantly. Two of those, too.

Mr. Hell sees the whip of high-speed blood as holding each one in.

On that face, there's a pleasant grin.

"Well, that's not fast. - Oh, man."

"It's an honor to compliment you."

Mr. Haagenti's attack lasted until the second stage.

Mr. Hell with the whip naturally has his arms blocked.

So Mr. Haagenti reduced the length of the whip by putting the very roots of the whip back into his own body, thereby rapidly accelerating towards Mr. Hell. Successfully punched a full kick into the galloping abdomen.

"Nice. So, what's next?

Mr. Hell is pimping on a kick that would not be strange if his body were a human being.

On the contrary, turn your arms around Haagenti's hips - tighten them up.

"- Gu!"

"I ask you with pure curiosity, if you cut a vampire in perfect bisections, from which do you play it?

"Why don't you try it? If you can, though."

"Huh? Oh... that's funny, I see skewers (,,)"

There is blood dripping from Mr. Hell's arms and abdomen catching Mr. Hagenti.

[The skewer warrant lady] seemed to spike her own blood and wrap it around her body.

"Well, I'll break the pressure"

Mr. Hell's power never loosened at all.

Mr. Haagenti's body lifts a groan.