At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

Stupid, what the hell is going on?

What is that ridiculous number of spirits? Half of these moves are here.

How can he keep everything as normal by recalling such a ridiculous number of spirits?

The very art of obeying the Spirit, though different from the times we lived in, should be the same.

Especially if you can obey spirits of your own, if you want to recall them, you have to pour out just the magic to compare them.

It pours all that magic in that instant, and it also pours just enough magic to manifest a being that is not in this land on top of it.

It's not a kind of thing either, obviously a wide variety of spirits at the same time.

It's not something humans can handle alone.

This obviously unusual sight caused an unexpectedly surprising voice.

But you can't make it look any different.

I am the devil. That one's subordination who loses everything.

I was surprised by that, but to this extent, it doesn't matter.

This gesture is twice as good as this one.

"Who the hell are you?

In an attempt to calm your mind, ask the presence in front of you to mislead the upset.

I wondered if you were really human.

"He's just a pharmacist."

When the man said so, he cheeked unconstructively at something like a stone with both hands full.

Being wary of some kind of attack, he falls to the ground without a thing.

Wrinkles between the eyebrows at the man's inexplicable behavior buried him on the ground as the stone glowed.

No, you're not.

The ground is going up like a stone wrapper.

While I'm so surprised, a huge amount of dirt puppets can be made.

"- Eh."

What, this guy?

What is this power?

I know there are people who can do something similar.

But not all such artistic beings were human beings.

Only in a being that stopped humans could such a craftsmanship be done.

"Hey, can I get confused? If we don't attack, we'll keep getting ready."

A quiet voice reaches my ear, like I'm not in a cage of emotions.

With similarly emotionally invisible eyes pointed this way.

This man, he's not looking at me.

Until recently, you must have seen me and felt anger at my words.

But now this man sees me like a feather worm around here.

But for this man now, I'm just a disturbing 'thing' in front of him.

His eyes realized that those emotionless eyes were just eyes that looked like garbage.

"- Take it."

Give orders for simultaneous attacks on gestures.

Don't be ridiculous.

We are the only ones who are good at pointing such feelings at others.

We are the devils and only those who have forgiven us.

Where spirits with egos were, there's no way they can keep this spiritual shape all the time.

If we cut it by half, we'll be out of magic in no time.

I was surprised by the amount of magic that could only form an expression, but I can't possibly sustain it forever.

Both of those earthen masses, even if they are large in number, are earthen masses.

Not enough threats.

"Become!"

I raise my surprise again at the clash between this gesture and his gesture.

The attack of my army only gives a little crack to the body of the dust, and the attack of his dust will surely crush the whole thing with only one blow.

The Spirit of the Wind is unwilling. More gestures are blown and chopped with the power of a stormy wind of objects that can be crushed by the Spirit.

But that's still better.

The Spirit of the earth is also strong in the Spirit of the distribution, and I can see that this one is pushed better without looking closely.

It is flirting because of rapid topographical changes and attacks while assimilating and separating it from its topography.

The Spirit of Water emits an intense attack of water pressure with a gentle smile, chopping up this gesture.

Although the Spirit of the distribution is also narrow in its range of attack, it likewise releases a blade of water pressure.

The Spirit of Fire himself becomes a prison flame and swallows gestures, united with the other Fire Spirits.

The Spirit of Darkness envelops his surroundings in complete darkness, and after darkness disappears he sees a gesture somewhere in his body that is missing. He looks like he's not willing to fight or knock down a toy.

Whether the Spirit of Thunder is thunderous in its very existence, the Spirit without self doesn't even come true to touch the Spirit with self anyway.

The tree spirits are so faceless that they don't know what they're thinking, they stare at a point somewhere.

Even so, he stretches out the roots of the tree without moving in any way to attack from the blind spot to capture it, and then pulls it off a thousand times as it is.

The Spirit of Light emits countless light bullets with great laughter from behind other spirits, and they have no harm whatsoever.

These spirits are used to fighting.

Clearly, it is not just a being with the power of natural phenomena.

We fight together so that we don't get in each other's way.

And what, those guys?

Other spirits understand. The spirits of earlier know what I am.

But what are those?

The power I feel from the people over there is the power of the Spirit.

But I don't know what spirit it is.

Books in one hand. Like humans. No, spirits who use magic like dragons. It unleashes the best sorcery on the spot and aids in all ranges.

A white-coated woman with a large white shield and a one-handed sword, all attacks impenetrable.

A man with a scratch on his cheek, waving a great sword at a speed unlikely to be a person.

A hammer with musculoskeletal threads that sweeps away all the surroundings.

Waving the spear with a luxurious scream, beastly woman.

A man with a big, bandit-looking beast, wielding an axe and a fierce smile.

A man in black who shocks his surroundings even though he just looks like he's singing.

Those are different from the other spirits, alone, but they obviously only look like people of will.

But the power that is enclosed there is that of the Spirit, and the power that is wielded is so powerful that it does not seem human.

Totally pushed.

Even if the numbers were doubled, they are obviously losing out on quality.

- But that's all.

"Admittedly, you must be strong. It's impossible, such as having this many gestures on your own.

But sadly, you're not strong enough to sustain it. "

Regardless of spirits with self, spirits without self are becoming incapable of preserving their appearance.

It has the power to manifest its existence in the land.

That way, I don't have the power to unleash an attack, and I can't stop my gestures with that stuff.

And the spirits with self are also gradually losing their power to enclose by means of all-powerful combat that cages enough power to defeat the demon.

Even if his gestures are of better quality, he doesn't have enough magic to maintain them.

There will be no more overshadowing than being human.

Let's admit that the earth mass is also strong.

But I'm not unharmed by this attack. You can crush it if it's a group.

In fact, I've already crushed about half of it.

"If my army were all this, it would have been dangerous."

He smiles and makes gestures appear around him.

With all the numbers earlier, I'm sure we couldn't beat this guy.

But I still have a lot of gestures. There are still more than a thousand gestures.

"Come on, despair. And regret that you have licked me and my Lord."

Convinced of the victory, he tells with a grin.

You, who licked us demons, will die with your heart anointed with fear.

"Ahhh."

But he just replied that he didn't care what I said, and at the same time he heard something cracking with Pakin.

At the next moment, a vast amount of magic, like the one he felt when he recalled the Spirit, fills his surroundings, and the Spirits are all restored to normal.

Even though he was stunned by it, he throws again the stone that created the earthen mass earlier.

The number of earthen masses increased further due to the failure to destroy the first earthen masses.

"Become, ah"

Impossible sights leak surprise voices that you can't figure out several times.

Surprise dominates me so much that I don't even feel ashamed to be unusual.

"I wonder why they can do what they can. You're drowning in power and your brain's degenerating."

That's what he said, he had dozens of spherical joint dolls lying around him.

When? No, where the hell did you get it out of?

"Morning."

To respond to the man's words, the dolls lying up, making a line and turning this way.

"Knock it down."

With quiet, but obvious words of hostility, his doll moves to blow up and crush this gesture.

And in the meantime, his gesture, the earthen mass, increases in number, and the Spirit regains strength over and over again.

No matter how many gestures this one uses to crush his gestures, he will increase that number further and rebuild himself in a complete state.

Above all, the dolls he put out earlier are too strong. Harder, more powerful, and faster than that dirt mass.

"What, this is... impossible... impossible!

Though my armies are weak as demons, they are all armies with the power of demons.

That's why, why we can't beat the existence that every human creates.

Most importantly, his amount of magic is too unusual.

His magic is inexhaustible!

"If you still have any moves, get them out of here."

So I noticed. This man has not targeted me.

He made me use everything, and then he tried to crush me.

He said it was not enough to take me.

"Hey, don't lick me, you human!

There's blood on his head, and I'll do everything I can to get to him.

We need to use all the power of the demon and cut off his neck.

"Gu!"

But when did he deploy, he was prevented from attacking by massive magic barriers.

If he stops more than he was prevented, he decides he will be sniped, and he tries to jump big.

"Huh?"

And in the flying air, as I slipped, my lower body fell.

I can't land properly because my lower body is missing, and I get hit on the ground and roll away.

As the blood flows from the disconnected areas, it looses its power.

The army cannot be maintained, and its appearance disappears.

As he panicked about his own loss of power without knowing what had happened, the guy walking quietly entered his sight.

The Spirit, the earth mass, the doll, stands to make his way.

There was a sword in his hand that made him feel an unusual force when it was being held.

"I've been deceived. Were you a swordsman?"

With the awareness that this should not die once, I ask the monster in front of me in his usual manner that he does not want to expose the boulder to the last indifference.

But the monster in front of him did not affirm my word until the end.

"I told you. I'm just a medic."

With that word my consciousness was utterly cut off.