"Did I cut it down?" asked Fili as he turned and ran away from the range where he might be smashed.

Terry nodded vigorously in affirmation, expertly giving him a thumbs up.

Philip laughed, and reached out to lift him aside, avoiding the monster that had finally been completely severed from its neck and stoned to its head.

Knocked down from such a high place, there was not a single crack in the hard skull. As the dwarves roared and struck their shields with their weapons, Fili leaned over and kicked the hideous head curiously: "It's such a big head, it's actually solid inside, right?"

Terry, on the other hand, spun around his head, banging and trying to get the horns down.

“...... What are you doing?" asked the paladin, "do you want to keep some souvenirs?"

"This material is useful!" Terry didn't look up.

After all, it's so hard that even the little devils who are eternally hungry and their eyes are green won't want to bite it.

The paladin was silent for a moment.

"I'm sure you're a mage now. He said.

Isis folded his wings and landed beside them, and the demons who were ecstatic to flock to Fili cowered and retreated, still hissing and spitting at them. They weren't completely insane, and even though the dragon's natural deterrence didn't have much of an effect on them, he almost single-handedly killed the big guy, a real horror that happened before their eyes.

He glanced at the little mage and swept his gaze to his hand, and Terry froze unconsciously, quietly hiding the jagged knife in his hand back into his sleeve.

The seemingly ordinary knife used technology that did not belong to this world...... And some material that is not very easy to say. He shouldn't have taken it out.

Isis raised his hand, and a line of fire flew out, and with a swift twist and turn around the monster's horns, the half-cut horns broke silently. The little mage hurriedly caught it, looked down and raised his head in a daze, and subconsciously spoke: "...... Thank you. ”

Nana curiously poked her head out of Is's arms, stretched out two more small front paws, and looked up at him expectantly.

"It's better to take a break when you can. Without looking, Isse pressed his head back and told Fili, "It's not over yet." ”

He looked up, and although he had just won a victory, his face was ugly.

"What do you think this place looks like?" he asked the paladin.

Filly chuckled lowly, "The Colosseum." ”

The viewers, hidden in the darkness, may still be noisily betting on how long they will live.

"Your fire dragon," he pointed upward, "can't you fly out of that line?"

He was referring to the one that the dwarves were holding onto.

Isis shook his head. It's not that you can't fly, but it's ...... He instinctively felt that he couldn't let the dragon fly.

The huge head beside him suddenly moved. They stepped back vigilantly, watching as it—and the entire monster's corpse—slowly rose from the ground, into the air, and finally, into the unpredictable darkness above them.

"That's ...... Sweeping the grounds?" Filly raised an eyebrow.

Isis took a few steps away, his golden eyes cold and sharp. He knew that he might have shown his strength too soon, and that the next enemy would only be stronger. But he doesn't regret it.

It's a waste of energy to spend time dealing with guys who can be trampled to death with one kick.

There was a sudden silence. Whether it's the dwarves who are resuming the fight after the celebration, or the little devils who are always screaming, they all subconsciously quiet down at some point. The invisible oppression fell from above, and the figure that descended with it was far smaller than the previous monster, but it was obviously not to be underestimated.

It stepped on the ground with an elegant posture. Except for the snake-like head and neck and a snake's tail, the newcomer's limbs were indistinguishable from those of humans, with bulging muscles covered in gray scales, a row of spots on each side of the waist, and a jagged black longitudinal stripe on his back.

“...... It's an arctic viper. Fili's eyes lit up, and he kindly raised his voice to remind Is: "Be careful! This guy is poisonous! But if you are bitten, you will not die." ”

The demon who was completely treated as a snake was stunned. Before it could react, Isyan threw a fireball in his hand.

Surrounded by flames, the snake ...... The demon smiled contemptuously at Iss. Of course, it came prepared, and besides, it wasn't a patchwork, brainless monster born in hell, born in the flames.

The flames didn't even touch its body. It took a step forward, the spear in its hand raised, but it couldn't stab it after all.

The flames suddenly shrank inward, turning into countless ice spikes that shone with golden light, instantly piercing into its body. The moment it sensed the danger, it only had time to let out a half-scream before it stopped abruptly, and the blood was frozen under the wound, and it could not flow out at all, only a faint dark red reflected in the ice spikes all over its body.

It stood there silently, and died as a strange ice sculpture before it could utter even a word.

It's quieter, and time seems to be frozen. Fili closed his gaping mouth and began to clap his hands vigorously one at a time.

Isis looked up defiantly, raised his arm in the air, and gestured a finger.

“...... Is!" Ed stopped with reproach.

He didn't stop his provocation, he stopped his gestures - who did you learn this from? Do you remember that you had a child in your arms?!

Iss withdrew his hand angrily, turned his head and scolded him: "You ......"

It was as if a stream of water rushed through the bottom of the pit and swept another world away from their eyes, and in an instant, they were once again involuntarily detached.

“...... About the same time as last time. Mock said.

"Then we may be caught up again in about the same time as last time. Ed waved his companion, pulled out a charcoal pen, crouched down, and began to write and draw in a race against the clock.

"As Feeley said before, if the two worlds overlapped," he said, "comparing the differences between Stonebugch and Black Rock is like one just having a light rain and the other flooding." But I think it's more like a water leak. ”

He drew a long wavy line on the ground, and drew two boats, one large and one small: "Stonebuch, for some reason, can be a separate world, it was pulled out and thrown into the water alone. I've found a way to drag it out...... Although before that, the crisis was over. But here—"

He drew a hole in the bottom of the bigger boat.

"Is this boat Black Rock?" Philip also squatted down, holding his chin and asked Mock, "Can this pit also become an independent world?"

"No," it was Ed who answered him softly, "the ship, the whole world, and the Black Rock...... It's just likely that it's right in the place where the water is leaking, so it was the first to be flooded. ”

Mock clenched his fingers, then let go.

"So," he said, "you can't drag the black rock out of the water, can you?"

Ed bowed his head and said nothing. He doesn't have that much power...... He didn't know Black Rock as well as he knew Dumbbuch, and he didn't have another three-storied tower to help him.

"But," Terry whispered, "Black Rock Dwarves...... They're protecting the world in another way, aren't they?"

They are not losers who escape from this world, but heroes that no one knows.

Ed sniffled, and drew the pit they were in on the ground, drawing a horizontal line about a third of the way from the bottom: "I just managed to take a look, and I saw some interlaced lines and runes here, it should be a magic circle, although the dwarven circle doesn't seem to be the same as what we are used to, I haven't figured out how it works, but at least I can understand some runes...... This is supposed to be a space transfer circle. The Black Rock Dwarves have moved this part of the 'leaky' to another dimension...... And then where to stay. ”

Fili scratched his head: "Another space...... Is there that much space?"

"Space is infinite," Terry whispered, "...... There is also infinite overlap. ”

Ed gave him a quick look, a thankful and a reminder that he couldn't say more.

"But," Eth knocked on the ground, "this ...... How can you explain the intermittent situation?"

"I have a guess, but I can't confirm it yet. Ed rubbed his face vigorously and stood up, "Can you take me to fly up and have a look?"

.

The ice dragon flew upwards with him, all the way to the line held by the dwarves in the other world, but what Ed wanted to see was the ground.

When they flew down before, they were shocked by the silent stone statues full of pits, and they didn't notice too many details, but now that they look at it, the dwarves look like warriors marching in neat formations, but in fact, there is another pattern. And between the rows, on the cascading staircase, the light dark patterns are naturally generated, but they are also patterns designed when this place was built—mosaics, once popular in the human world, using the original colors and textures of stone to create ingenious patterns, originally learned from the dwarves.

And here, those dull and inconspicuous dark gray lines that have been turned by unknown materials were originally natural Mithril veins in the rock. A striped path is connected, and together with the steps in the lower half, it forms a complex circle that is not simply a plane.

Ed lay on the back of the ice dragon and watched it for a few moments, trying to jot down everything he could and piece it together in his head. He was in awe of the ancient wisdom and power it revealed, and he was puzzled by its possible uses.

He hadn't yet understood the ability of such a circle at a glance, but he could imagine how long it would take to complete it, and how much energy and financial resources it would take...... In the first place, I am afraid it was not set up to defend against the invasion of demons.

And what he felt in it, maybe Terry would feel the same, even more strongly than him.

That's ...... "time".