Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"It hurts..."

That's what I say. It was like a creepy, creepy voice.

"Clear the grudges, and those who have lost their lives here, say. So I... follow them, retaliate. You too... if you're on the edge of this land... you know what I mean, right?

The body under the borough cloth unnaturally distorts with the words. The movement of the unbelievable. It feels like the magic of the entire snowfield is distorted and falling toward him. Look at him... I frown. I was uncomfortable.

"Lie - don't throw up"

With that said, he reacts flashly for a moment.

"Are you able to comply? Retaliation? You won't be."

"Ho... ugh. Why... do you think so?"

I reacted for a moment. He asks even as he sways.

"... I know if it's the magic of the dead. And the undead. But the skeleton on earth is just a puppet, and so are you."

Yes, because I am also a battlefield trail, I came here with the possibility that those who lost their lives in the battle against the demons might be undead and wandering.

If that was the case, then... what should I have told you?

Tell him the status quo as a descendant...... so he can stay quiet in the Underworld. He told me he was going to do everything he could, maybe. I myself put myself in revenge, so I heard their grudges and came here with the intention of taking them.

I'm not in a position to stop revenge or anything like that, and I don't deny that feeling. But if you're dead and still can't move forward with a grudge, it's... hard... and I saw and felt the deceased in the underworld.

... The undead becomes smeared with resentment to hate and hurt all the living. That was even the case with the deceased self-consciousness of the Underworld.

That's why I took down Belliondora. Gardinis told me I took him down, and then... Even with that thought...... this way the answer to being right is not so easy to come up with.

But this guy isn't. Because this guy himself is not the magic wavelength of the deceased, but he's just manipulating the remains that were never buried as puppets.

Unless the undead has mutated with his own magic or something else, he is basically a being whose core is the soul, thoughtlessness and resentment of the dead who remain in this world.

Skeletons, zombies, spirits… are not controlled puppets, like this, no matter what, although they vary depending on the vessel or condition in which they are possessed.

An undead in which the dead stay from resentment, etc., and wandering beings occur naturally.

Others manipulate cluttered spirits in vessels. Something like calling the spirits of the dead to hear what they say is within the realm of necromancy.

If we were to classify it, this puppet would be neither of them, but the kind of Bone Golem manipulation that made it look skeleton.

Anyway, it's not undead or necromancy. Such things follow the dead to speak of someone's resentment and retaliation.... Clearly, it's offensive.

I can't even abandon the danger that I've been attacking you without question. Still, the only reason we exchange words is if we can have a dialogue... is because I want to know why and about this guy himself. If it's a territory, it's just a matter of keeping a distance by making it known that it's a danger zone, just like a magic accumulation.

He trembles on his shoulders as he sways in the air.

"Kuk, kukaka...... Resentment and thoughtlessness are true. However... when these people lost their lives, I have existed in this land for a long time... but at one point there was a great battle. That's how they got their emotions with the flesh and blood."

Pain and fear. resentment or thoughtlessness. Murder intent and joy. I ate those things, it says.

It was sweet dew, let's say...

Hard to discern between evil spirits and demons, severe and painful magic spreads everywhere.

Murder intent and joy. Perhaps it's not just people, it's also taking in the emotions of demons who lost their lives in battle. Or would it be more appropriate to assume that you ate your emotions and felt it was sweet dew because you took in the demon?

I don't care if you imitate people from that influence... they were originally more different. We also know whether to use soil-derived abilities or techniques.

If it was the Spirit, it is flesh-received and too mutated, and if it is a clean creature, a demon but has magic close to the Spirit... it is classified as a phantom beast species.

If that has become an enemy to men - perhaps it should be described as a warcraft, just as a beast of temper encountered in a hiding place.

"But... the source of the power gained from doing so also... faded with time. It disappeared. So much so... that those who were raising their voices of resentment and vengeance disappeared, too. Sometimes I've taken in the snowfields and boosted my strength... but first the demons showed up... and you came. Outside... there are more people like you, aren't there?

That said, the Warcraft looks this way. Urgent air like when confronted with hungry demons and demons. On purpose, the magic that spreads throughout the snowfield sways in a deliberate manner.

Is his motive appetite or his desire to increase his strength?

The voice of the deceased who was taking it in disappeared, probably because the thoughts of the Soul of Silvatria had arrived.

It's not a lie if he said retribution also gained power from their carelessness. But it's in the past. I don't even know what vengeance it's for because I'm learning people's minds and emotions from that and linking them to growth.

I know the outside world even if I skip it, and I don't care who he is trying to take it in. Decide that you are an enemy that should be crushed on this occasion.

"You... speak of vengeance or retribution against someone you don't even hold a grudge against yourself because of someone else's emotions in the past - but you should know the pain of the battle before you do"

That said, I blow the disguised part of Uroboros from the inside out. When he scattered a blue and white spark of excess magic, he laughed as he responded.

"Cuckoo! So much magic......! If you take it in, you'll increase my power!

The whole battlefield trail of snow smashes to explode at the same time as the words, and puppets show up from below. Painted on mud, human or demonic, animal bodies, corpses, corpses...

I can see considerable magic in whether sacrifices and remains themselves are used as magical catalysts.

Are you going to push it off with quantity? But...

"Looks like there's no room for negotiation."

With the thunder, as I descended on the battlefield trail, the appearance of Tesdiros. Osgrave or Oldia, Esnatura, Cardia or Castrum. Everyone descends on the battlefield trail.

The faces I was waiting for on the Sirius saw the change of circumstances and came to me with a helper knife.

At least, if you're saying anything about this warcraft, you can't leave it alone.

"Hmm...... I didn't know you were joining hands with a demon...... The carelessness of those people is my origin. It means it's going to get stronger...!

Just like the Warcraft said. The magic that covers the battlefield trail grows.

"A negative legacy that emanates from past battles, is it? We chose to reconcile with people, so we received what it meant to be in this battle."

Take it, but don't be timid, says Oldia. Wimberg, Osgrave and Esnatura also nod quietly, raising their entwined temper - and Cardia, built to fight the demons, speaks up, and Castrum also blinks his eyes and sounds a warning.

Yes...... Right. Some promises have been made to Vallos and Beristio, while others have taken over from the Seven Wise Men. So let's fight together. We have to stop here before we make any new sacrifices.