Disciple of Immortal

Running down the stairs in the basement covered by stone walls, he opened the door and jumped into the room.

Inside it was a large room, with magic ceremonies engraved all over the walls and floors.

There, there were two men.

No, one of them is already dead.

He was a man in fat, luxurious clothes, but his hair fell out, his eyeballs popped up, and his skin was dark and rubbery.

It remained solidified with a face of fear, and it went into the ground.

By virtue of the juncture, it must be the result of being pulled out of life force.

"This is the man who was the lord of this city."

Another man comes calling.

He was a beautiful young man with seemingly mild threads, as arranged.

One of the "Human Demon Dragons", a being that transcends dragons in a person, dealing with the country and the world alone and feared as a disaster.

It must have been The Evil Cleric Notes.

He had blue and black hair and was dressed in eccentric robes colored with green and red.

In his hand, he had a crystal shaped like a clay.

"I didn't think there was anyone in my line, Sacrifice, who could get this far."

He had a tender smile that seemed like he was going to forget the situation and forgive me.

But the ominous aura that drifted on this occasion quickly pulled me back into reality.

I pulled out the Hero Sword Gilgamesh and placed the blade on my notebook.

"... Wasn't it a cooperative relationship with Garland?

"We were grateful for your cooperation. Without him we would not have gotten this coordinate at this star and the offering to Zolophilia"

The notebook opens its eyes thinly and sends a cold gaze to Garland.

"But do you think a traitor who drowns in power and offers his own people deserves a king?

Notts laughed thinly and stepped through the abdomen of Garland's carcass.

His robe gets dirty in Garland's flesh.

"Oh, what a pity. Until that very time he didn't even realize it was that simple. That's why I offered you a remedy commensurate with his stupidity. Pigs fattened by greed can only be saved by killing"

Notts hoisted up both ends of his mouth and laughed, stomping on Garland's body again, slinging around with his feet and deciding through its body.

My spine peeled.

I'm not too sure what this guy is talking about, but I don't think the mindset was too human apart before then and the conversation works.

I turn my consciousness to Notts.

Now that we're focused on the story and the body of Garland, we should have been able to safely pass the Status Check.

At that moment, Notts shouted at me.

"Necromancer Magic Lv8: Heart Eater"

Black cubs gather together to conjure up a monster with a big mouth, and they come through my body.

But I didn't avoid it.

"Looks like I was trying to do something, but it's useless. Sleep well… yes, permanently"

Black twigs scatter where they hit me.

Notts opens his eyes wide and looks at me.

"Heart Eater" is an automatic defense...? Impossible to completely block my magic... "

"My robe has the power to jump low-level offensive magic. Give up now."

"I didn't know such items were in this world, such as complete resistance to magic below the eighth floor... Well... you accumulated energy from Sacrifice far earlier than planned because you stepped into this hall...!

The notebook drops a crystal in the shape of an armpit onto the ground and raises his arm.

"Space-time Magic Lv8" Dimension Pocket, Dimensional Bag "

The magic formation unfolded, and a great scepter appeared in emerald on the hand of Notts.

"Soon, you're going to be serious. I was going to scratch the eyes of the upper realm... but before I could achieve my righteousness, the corresponding trials would come...!

Go on. Notts waves a big wand at me.

"Necromancer Magic, Tenth Floor," The Embodiment of Death (Death) "

A large magic formation unfolds in the middle of the hall.

On it floated an elephant vibration by purple light, swelling away at once.

Garland's corpses rotted out, clothes turned dust, and floors and walls also rapidly aged surfaces.

"Once I killed a hundred soldiers with this one magic...!

Notts was screaming his breath absurdly, with a rugged wrinkle on its righteous face.

"Why... why, standing flat!

"My robe has the power to jump low-level magic."

To the words of Notts, I returned the same words as earlier.

This robe that Renaele made for me has the power to completely block attack magic below the tenth floor, which is less than supernatural magic.

The Notes' conjunctive magic, Sacrifice of the Person (Sacrifice), should have been above the eleventh floor, but you can't handle notes from that floor without prepping them.

There is a discrepancy between the magic that can be used in action and the highest level that can be used in person.

I set up the Hero Sword Gilgamesh and run to the Notes.

By the time I did the Status Check earlier, I knew it wouldn't be a decent fight with Notts.

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Notes-Niglade

Race: Ningen

Lv: 375

HP: 1613/1613

MP: 944/1800

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The notes were even less than level 400.

"This, this, this! Wow, I have a role to play in guiding the world as one who serves Zolophilia...! Here's how it ends......!

I waved the Hero Sword Gilgamesh and smashed the crystal down my notebook.

The shock caused a crash on the floor.

I can see the Sacrifice disappearing.

It appeared that this crystal was the heart of the junction.

Now you should no longer be able to suck up life from the inhabitants of the city of Arloburg.