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I make myself possessed by overlapping Tishua-like phantoms.

A phantom that just imitated his appearance if he stayed like this. It fully reproduces the power of Tishua by activating [the protection of Tishua God] there.

The power of Tishua is essential to defeat Tishua, the goddess.

"Are you sure you want to do this?

"'Yes. Let me do it'"

Lord Tishua answers my questions using my body.

Master Tishua is one step closer.

Coming down from the roof of the building in fear of its appearance.

"Those eyes, that look... I don't like it"

Tishua, the goddess, stares at me with a hateful look.

"'It's not the line you could have told me you were trying to ignore at first, but let's not do this'"

"Stop...? You don't know what I think."

To Tishua the prayers of the faithful, who had become less, had been offered.

In contrast, only hatred and dissatisfaction were dedicated to Tishua, the goddess.

It is not hard to imagine that it was inherently an intolerable pain for a goddess who was supposed to benefit from people's pure thoughts.

"My voice never reaches where I told you to stop. Sometimes we lose the Witch, but it doesn't matter what God says to those who have nothing more than impure faith."

Believe because we have a benefit to ourselves.

That's what I didn't like about Tishua, the goddess.

"We can only destroy a world like this now"

The ground rocks to meet the thoughts of the goddess Tishua.

It's not an earthquake.

"Coming - -"

When Sylvia, who was near it, jumps, hundreds of things like whips pop out of the ground.

The total length is different from each other. But even the short ones are 5 meters, if the long ones are more than 30 meters, they are pink and the tip part is spread like a hand.

Close to the tentacles rather than the whip.

"You can't let them get any closer than they noticed."

Hundreds of tentacles move around endlessly.

A number of buildings on the left and right side of the boulevard were quickly amputated.

"Liar......"

"'Is this all ghost man'"

I know who the tentacles are.

It's a hand with a ghost man's sharp nails.

"How do you get all these ghosts..."

Ghosts change by collecting "filthy blood" from people who get “filthy blood”.

I'm going to need the original person.

"It's easy. Wouldn't it be there if you were a material person?"

The main street was littered with corpses.

"Freshly dead humans are hard to accept that they are dead. Easy things like producing 'ghosts' if you interfere a little with their thoughts"

Tishua, the goddess, can also be placed under her own control, as Sendolph was manipulating ghostmen.

Naturally if you consider that the ability he had is a degraded version of the Goddess Tishua's ability.

"Come on, dance crazy"

The ghost man's arms rumble around endlessly.

Avoid scratching the gap, slap it with a tin cane and intercept it.

"... Huh!

One arm goes past my shoulder.

Attack just plundered. Still, I was slashing and tearing apart the clothes Sylvia had specially prepared for me. Under the clothes, the blood is seeping because the skin was also slashed.

"'I'm sorry'"

"Never mind. I was attacked because I was weak."

I'm still the weakest person in the party.

After all, the difference in experience cannot be easily filled.

"Besides, it's harder for both of us than it is for us"

Iris is approaching Tishua, the goddess, with his sword clawing more arms than mine.

Sylvia was also trying to make her attack me by exposing herself to a little less aggression.

They're both fighting for me.

"'Then I need to make up my mind, too.'"

Master Tishua has a special blow.

But we need to get close to what we can reach in order to make that attack.

"Through this?

It's quite dangerous to go inside with your arms rumbling around.

"Then I'll cut you a path to your destination."

Five arms that were upon me.

They were scratched off by a swing of the sword.

"Ira, are you okay over there now?

"... yeah, there's nothing more I can do"

Bad toothed Ira.

I couldn't help but imagine the worst.

"No way... is something wrong?

"It's okay. We can't do anything anymore, because that's all we're talking about."

What Ira showed me was an empty container.

It was originally a container that was supposed to contain a cure for ghosts.

"We've run out of 100 more men."

"Oh well..."

I could undo those who became ghosts.

"The problem is with the rest of us."

"What, it wasn't enough for a hundred people?

"There are still hundreds of people out there in the whole kingdom."

……

And when I heard the number, I was dismayed.

"Danger!"

Ira slashes the arm that was upon me.

"Do you still resist"

The number of arms increases at once and strikes me.

"This......!

He is protecting me by waving his sword at high speed and slashing off all his arms.

But if they're ghosts, it doesn't make much sense because they have the ability to play.

"If you regret not being able to help? Don't you know what you have to do now!?

Yes, I must help them.

"Thanks"

Ira excites me for being drunk.

Strengthen [protection] and we all share divinity. Nevertheless, only small quantities can be handled because of their low aptitude, except for me.

"Stay out of this, both of you."

Ira, who was waving her sword in front of me, hovers up.

He meditates his eyes and focuses his consciousness even in situations where there are dozens of ghost men's arms looming.

"Ira!"

The moment the ghost man's hand reached in front of him, he couldn't bear to call his name.

"Discretionary."

That's not the name of a skill. Words that unite her own consciousness. Just concentrate in one blow on slashing the person in front of you.

Holy sword to be waved down.

At the same time, a slaughter that blows everything away releases toward the goddess Tishua.

Moreover, this slaughter contains divinity. The "filth” collapses like it was burned down.

"This......!

It is the divinity of Tishua that makes him a natural enemy for ghosts and “filth”.

Because it is a conflicting being, it becomes brittle in front of the divinity of Master Tishua.

Tishua, the goddess, kills ghost men's hands to defeat me and Ira. I could have defeated more than half with Ira's blow, but I already had a new ghost man's arm ready to kill me.

"I won't let"

Illis, wrapped in a sword of divinity, leaps out and slashes off his arms one after the other.

Besides, cold air travels from where it was slashed and tries to freeze it to its roots. Thanks to this, regeneration is inhibited and reuse is suppressed.

But a lot of them are passive.

There was no way that just the two of them could have broken through the attack carried out from hundreds of arms. One arm was scratching an Iris sword trident and grabbing his body.

"Gu..."

"Illis!"

The stretching arm pushes Iris in as it is.

Ira won't stop shouting at the attack of something she's worried about.

"... hmm? Where did the witch and the other go?

"It's too late to even notice."

Touching the hand of a ghost man grabbing his body activates magic and freezes it.

I'm rushing to find out that I'm not supposed to be behind the Illis.

"There!

Five arms flying out of the ground strike Sylvia.

Judging only by a dagger in your right hand despite a sudden surprise attack, you wield a lot of everything in your left hand.

"Become...!?

Tishua, the goddess, could not realize my presence until just before.

I decided to hold my hand and let him stay under the influence of [Wall Out], too. Nobody can see you in this state, and they can't capture the signs. Sylvia's presence was sensed just before because she couldn't be sensed of my presence, so she dared to expose herself and attract attention.

Busli, a tin cane piercing his stomach. There's no point in this level of damage from an attack more than being a god, it should be...

"'Killing yourself - that's the most sinful thing'"

Through me, Master Tishua sends divinity to Tishua, the goddess.

"Let's talk a little bit."