Black Summoner

- - Heart of the Evil God/Holy Grail Divine Area (Holy Charis)

Jildra has lived and lived her eternal life ever since by using her unique skill, The Perpetual Regression, and transferring spirits to other people's bodies. No one knew what race Jildra herself was and what hundreds and thousands of years she had come, and it didn't matter to Jildra. Perhaps he had more talent for the outside road than he had before. There was no confusion when using this ability.

Transferring and changing the spirit, in a nutshell, does not make this ability so versatile. The same goes for things like the subject having to have more than a certain intelligence, requiring a certain amount of time before ability re-use from activation, etc., but it was above all intolerable for Zildra that her status would depend entirely on that flesh.

Loss feeling of losing a workout status, strange skill composition gained instead. Jildra, who is now unusually ambitious, was also terribly discouraged when she started using her abilities. To the flesh transformed by the perpetual regression, the abilities that have been built up until then are not added. The only thing that was maintained was memory, experience, and skill disregard for local power.

Still, every time I changed my body twice or three degrees, I made an effort to train that flesh again. When using new abilities, they were carefully selected so that their status could be reproduced whenever possible. But the flesh of others as it is interpreted belongs to others. There is no such thing as the exact same person as his own status. No matter how much I worked out, no matter how many levels I raised, my sense of accomplishment diminished day by day.

What do I live for? In that question, oddly enough, Zildra's life was training herself and choosing a path to climb to heights. Whether false or false, the status that was indeed stronger as we moved our flesh twice and three degrees takes a certain level to the border. No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you fight your enemies, if you change your flesh, your stats will be degraded and you will reach their limits while that flesh reaches an equivalent level. I can't go to the next stage like this. Something is wrong as it is. Emotional ups and downs fade, just every day repeated working. I spent years that would be crazy if I were a regular person and still continued to use my abilities.

Only obsession is at the earliest Jildra's heart. I repeated it repeatedly, believing that I could sooner or later break that limit. How many lives have you sacrificed, how many times it was your life? Huh, Jildra thought. There are limits to growth in existing species. Then I wonder if I should create a new species with my own hands.

It is a place of vengeance to God, such as the creation of high-dimensional races by the hands of men. But there was no such ethic in Jildra, happy or unhappy, and only time was enormously spared. There was still no learning in Jildra around this time, and I guess some of them were militant and ill-conceived. Still, he found new joy in this choice.

A desire for knowledge that I had never tasted in my life that I had sacrificed before. Gildola, greedy to feed herself, read and fished her books like crazy and ended some of her life with it alone. What delighted him in the meantime is the fact that even if the status is not taken over, the knowledge in memory is taken over. The feeling of happiness that spreads narcotically to his spirit, which has only thought about how to strengthen and strengthen the flesh. Books. Letters. Wisdom. Expand your sight and hearing. Number-only status had been completely thrown away and replaced by someone who would allow it to be horned on a raven.

Eventually he takes a step towards ambition with the knowledge he has developed. I took advantage of all the research facilities in the big countries, the world behind the illegitimate, cults worshipping evil gods, and places I thought I needed them. Until we took advantage of the technology development office of an empire and the demise of a small country. Unrealistic research, which would not even be possible in a hundred years, would also become a reality in a thousand years. Knowledge does not betray. Ideas arise from this, and any incompetence can be a hint. Zildra's world is dos black, yet a glorious life for him. His goal was only a few moments away. A little more, a little more...

'You're doing an interesting study. Is there anything you can do to help me?... And do you believe in God?

That happened in the last few hundred years. An unexpected sponsor appeared before him. A silver-haired woman, commonly classified as beautiful, has been in the lab he has been hiding through for years. The dialogue was so interesting that Jildra pointed the prototype she was creating at the woman. Then you need to be the one to adjust this fuselage.

Are you sure about that? Though there are other worldly knowledge, techniques, and techniques contraindicated by the gods. Well, if that's okay, let's deal with them '

"Wow, you made this on your own!? You can do it in real life like walking on two legs ~. It makes me feel pretty romantic there!

- This guy, right?

Then Jildra experienced another dimensional realm that could not be seen even during its eternity. The white girl was really attractive, and if she was the enemy, she also wanted to dismantle it and get the data. Except for the story, however, if you're going to be a collaborator. Jildra's research, gaining even knowledge that could not have been reached, proceeded in an instant.

And Zildra's last order issued, last mission. In the name of God, it was promised that his wishes would come true. But that would be a completely different story from this fight with Gérard. Now Zildra had to take another step.

Modern Zildra's body, Tricen's proud deputy of the Knights of Steel, Jin Dalba is better trained than he was at an early age by his great father, with outstanding skills such as S-class swordsmanship, and a forged and resilient flesh. Only, from a weak point of view, are we talking about. Surely this flesh was excellent. Until then, I was immersed in research. It helped to the extent that it slightly evoked the struggle I had forgotten on the other side of my memory.

But would it be possible to fight a line of Kelvin with this flesh? No, it's not even a battle in a direct battle. If it is as powerful as a gin, it will come out as much as the superior of the world. Equipment, elements that can make the most of this flesh and knowledge, taking advantage of the local interests that fight in their own workshops, become absolutely essential.

In contrast, Gérard's movements were separate from those of before. The magic of the swirling demon sword, if the pitch black, which can also be seen as a temper, entered the armor, produced speeds such as whether Jildra could be hardly recognised, and the power of the swinging demon sword was rising to the point of playing the gunsword in one blow. The shooting, which was expected to cause some damage, was also utterly helpless in front of Gerard's armor. Sure, this shooting must have intercepted Effil's arrow, but I can't scratch one in the armor. The overwhelming offensive capability originally provided has evolved further, adding incompatible mobility to the full body armor there. Is it something like that? Even if we pull out the simple speed, it's sera-like. Either way, there's no way to beat Jildra like this.

"I forgot to tell you, that's not the only welcome I have. Claret Hanga, Ivy Squirrel, get out."

Reacting to Jildra's voice, the floor of the workshop rises partially upwards. Among the elevators that showed up like a towered 3D parking lot were green and purple fuselages the size of Cyan Lane and Dezesgray -

"Then let me give it back rough."

- It instantly turned into a scrap. Huge machete wounds were left on the chest of both airframes, which were a comma-second event since they tried to take one step. Zildra couldn't react at all to this attack. It's like when you're confronted with Serge, emotions that shouldn't crawl up from the bottom of your mind.

"You still have some spare time......!

"Don't worry, when you defeat the Lord, do your best. And I'm trying to figure out how to kill him."

Gerard's body was shaking loosely, as if there were no entities.