Entering a Company From Another World!?

Another side

Amateur Terrace

Jiro's Mineral Tree shines as if it reproduced the heat of the sun, and the timing of its activation was exquisite.

The root of the ore tree, which God attacked and captured, gave rise to a brief moment of stagnation.

But this is not a gap.

Even if the opponent's attack is stopped for a small amount of time, it does not make sense to the opponent of God.

You can be refined and strike once.

But that one was important.

Jiro's "Amateur Terrace" wounded even the Demon King, a trump card in the trunk.

Even if there is a God in it, its flesh is a living human being.

Enhanced or not, the blade cuts through defenses without asking questions.

"Waste."

Haz.

"Do you think the power of the sun will hurt me?"

The burning blade certainly struck the neck of God.

However, the blade did not swallow even a millimeter, and was stuck in a white jar in front of its soft skin.

"Lick it outside your body, human."

It's an attack of absolute confidence that's why we're doing everything we can.

The full price of that effort creates an inexhaustible gap.

The body is stiff after all efforts have been exhausted, and it takes a few seconds for it to move again.

It is no exception to Jiro's body, which was instinctively moving with spinal reflexes.

"Decay"

Therefore, Jiro has no technique to avoid the light of the burning sun.

God will judge without pity for the human man who made the wrong choice and without feelings, not just because he could fight for just a few dozen seconds equivalently.

For a moment, the white light illuminates the entrance.

However, the power was strengthened by the blood of the dragon, and Jiro's body was burned.

"That's a dragon with a reputation for humidity. Are you still breathing?"

I just despise the fact that Jiro still breathes after being blown away by the light, breaking down walls, burying them in rubble, and falling down on his face.

Nicia, I need you to stab me.

"Yes, sir. My father."

But God, who decided that he did not need to do it, gave instructions to his daughter, and looked at her back, which was farther away than he thought.

"Turn your back on me or disrespect me."

It jumps out before it in an instant.

"Run!

Only Himiku and Muir were able to react to the movement, but Himiku's body became stiff due to fear.

The mule presses the memory she was carrying, forming a magical blade and cutting into it without hesitation.

"Do not go down"

God cut off with one sword because he came before his eyes without being shaken by the actions of Muir, who threw himself out to protect his grandchildren, his great-grandchildren, and his son-in-law's wife.

"Gaha!?

No resistance is tolerated, and the heroes who cut off the cavalry are all in a series of moves.

The movement opens the eyes to a deep, truncated mule.

The blade has reached the lungs and damaged the heart.

Damage to vital blood vessels, spraying more blood than you can imagine.

"Don't put that filthy blood on me."

It is not allowed to collapse on the spot.

A shock triggered by a mere gaze blows away the mule and leaps into space.

The attack has also destroyed the flesh of a battle-scarred Dark Elf mule.

Your limbs are broken, your bones are broken, and echo all over your body.

Fortunately, it's not sudden death, but the damage you can't say even if your mouth is torn.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Seeing the sight, Himiku shouted to distract the fear, firmly gripped the fist, and stepped in with all his might.

Raise your hand to my father, or she's a bad girl.

The attack was never too late nor weak.

The speed will exceed the sound, and the rock hit by the fist will blow to pieces.

God took such an attack with one hand.

We need discipline.

Squeeze that fist.

The sound of shredding and crushing flesh sounded, and Himiku distorted his face to the pain.

"Run, Suela!

Himiku himself, who knew what would happen after that, shouted to push Suela's back for a moment and shook up the rest of his hand to launch another blow to his body.

Don't resist, my daughter.

I know it's not a blow that will buy Suela the time she needs to get out of here.

But it was a blow with a desire to escape as far away as possible.

"Don't expose the devil to me."

I wonder if such a blow would look unusual.

God dropped his crushed hand and diverted Himiku's attack with his empty hand.

Sleep, my daughter.

She grips her hand stained by her own blood and beats Himiku's body to pieces.

It is not a himiku that yields to that extent.

Spread your wings, kill your momentum, and crumble your bones.

"Seal"

A magical formation unfolds on the ground where Himiku landed, and a chain of light jumps out of the person.

"Seal formation!? Damn it!?"

Himiku is anxious to find out where the magical formation is connected, the chain is entangled in the body, and gradually sucked into the formation.

The wings are spread out to resist, and the wings are reversed, although slightly defeated.

And if its wings are entangled in chains, it loses its ability to resist.

"Kh! Not yet! Not yet, I am!

The lower body was already a god in his army who still pitied Himiku, who tried to scratch his feet, but still tried to chase Suela's back, who was the only one who tried to escape the scene in order to fulfill her purpose.

"I won't let you go,"

Memoria, who was connected to consciousness, was the last evil.

"Blood Rose Garden"

A cage was formed by a blood pot.

Over and over again, the red pot covers the sight of God, revealing Suela.

But it doesn't matter.

God doesn't just say that the magic unleashed by the dying Memoria has nothing to do with it, but just wave a flash of sword and the boundary collapses into ruins.

Without a glance.

There was a standing in front of God who tried to take a step forward.

………

It's Suela.

It's like wasting your time making mules, himics, and memories.

She was facing God, who wanted her to run away as far as she could.

You don't even have time to beg for your life or raise a white flag.

"Show it! Ballog!"

Suela summoned her biggest trump card.

The Great Spirit of Fire and Shadow.

A giant spirit formed by the flames of shadows, with many arms.

"Destroy us!

Suela's trump card that gave her the magic of the whole spirit to her arm.

A ballog that strikes boldly, as if it were repeated by random beatings.

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Two babies disappeared from Suela's arms.

God was looking for the missing person.

"Out of my way."

Slash

With just one swing, Ballog's body broke sideways and disappeared.

But...

"Not yet!

The performance of the Compound Spirit is not Date.

Shadows belong to the class of darkness, but the attributes of light and front and back integration.

Fire belongs to the class of light.

That is.

"Can you stand my attack?"

It can be said that spirits have great resistance to light attributes.

The cut part is connected by fire and shadow, and the fist trembles again on the ballog.

"But it's still useless."

As if the question arose as to why he would resist, God would crush and cut off the ballog again.

Nku

It is a ballog that has lost most of its body, but if it returns to its original state and resumes its attack, it will not reach God.

Yes, if Ballog is indeed an Angel Class, he is a powerful Spirit that can deal damage through it.

In addition, it has strong resistance to light attributes.

But that's all.

Not as long as it can withstand God's attacks and its durability is cut off by Suela's magic supply.

Most of your body is wiped out, and just regenerating it consumes enormous magic.

With just a third strike of the rebuilt Ballog for nothing, the Great Spirit is caught and obliterated by Suela.

"Kh!?

Soon after erecting the barrier, the blown Suela tries to recall the Spirit again.

"Not yet!

After summoning the Spirit of the Trump, it is known how much magic Suela has left.

Still, she won't give up.

Because the Spirit of the Connected Wind in Suela is carrying my son away from here.

(Kelly, I'm sorry.)

Behind that is a heartfelt apology to your best friend.

It shows itself unable to watch its children grow.

Suela, convinced that she would be fine if she could escape to the place, decided to scatter here, just like Jiro.

Seoul Exchange!

If there is not enough magic, there are several ways to create it.

While there are many measures that lack immediate effect, the measures taken by Suela have immediate effect.

There are limits to your soul.

Sharpen it to restore lost magic, a means that no one can do except in an emergency.

Oversamon!

In addition, you will reveal your trump card again by investing more magic than the usual cost of oversummoning.

Pretend not to be a problem.

A tragic situation in which the angel Himiku is defeated like a baby.

Feeling it, she decided to fight to the end of her life.

Excessive use of magic crests is likely to cause overheating, but Suela still won't stop the summoning.

It's not just the ballog.

Wind hunter, earth warrior, fire bandit, water magician.

Everything is the maximum amount of combat Suela can have.

She summoned and showed a total of five spirits at once, despite the fact that they were essentially spirits that consumed a great deal of magic.

"Come on!

But still.

"Don't you see I'm wasting it?"

God was powerless.

He shreds his soul, uses abundant magic, and deals huge damage to spirits other than Ballog with just one swing of his total mobilized power.

"It's not a waste."

Spiritually supports and diligently denies the body that screams by oversummoning the word of God.

Because it was a word that denied all the time spent starting with Jiro.

Jiro risked his life trying to protect Suela and the others.

Muil risked his life trying to buy time.

Himiku squeezed his courage and risked his life.

Memoria risked her life pushing her seriously injured body.

Suela risked her life for my child.

"It's not a waste!

Suela, who can't admit it, denies the word of God that denies head-on.

The surviving Balog also wants to answer his will and let himself go.

No matter how many times you receive God's blade on your body, you keep swinging without stopping your fist.

Whenever the Ballog is hurt, Suela heals the Spirit, shredding her soul and casting it on magic when magic is about to run out.

Suela told her that she was almost there.

No matter how much magic is prepared, Suela's consciousness has become obscured by Ballog's ruthless operation.

The Spirit's contract allows the Spirit carrying the child to perceive another breath and escape into the safety zone.

Only that fact supported Suela's heart.

The blade that tries to kill Suera, the Summoner, is prevented by Ballog at a high magical cost, causing other Spirits to attack.

"My words are true, and they are not different."

But God easily broke the support of his heart.

"Ah"

There are no more signs of the Spirit contracting with Putun and Suela.

That's a little closer to the safety zone.

Suela didn't want to understand what it meant.

"Everything you've been doing is in vain. Do you think there are things that can escape the hands of God?"

Angel Nicia, Eshley, Alben and Majesty, all the hostile forces must have been here.

That's why Suela couldn't believe the sight in front of her.

"Yukiela! Sachiela!"

Why is my son in the arm of God?

Before questioning that fact, Suela's body was moving.

Retrieve it.

The whole thing filled my head, and I went from defense to offensive.

Thank you.

Even after seeing the movement, God looked down on Suela without changing his attitude, rather than saying he was happy.

"Thank you for giving birth to a child who can accept my sanity."

Seeing the attitude, Suela learns that her child was being targeted.

I already know.

Knowing the end of the brave, she was angry that she should not joke, and the heat was passed on to the spirits.

"You better die."

The anger never reached me.

God was shrinking.

To follow Suela's connection to the Spirit.

I fought deliberately to connect the space there.

And at first glance, God, who realized that he was a promising child, was attacking to the extent that he could deliberately keep the child in his hands.

Yukiela and Sachiela, embraced by a stranger, cry aloud, calling their father and mother.

"Ogah! Ogah!"

Jiro and Suela should answer that cry.

"Get your hands off me."

Here we go.

He passes through a serious wound and is fatally wounded, tells his body to move and tries to get up.

"It's ugly, Nicia."

"What?"

Parents' hearts, God knows nothing.

God, who decided that the two figures were ugly, told Nicia, who had jumped down to the side, that he had what he needed, to cut them off.

"It's mercy. I will kill you without suffering."

"Stop it!!!"

Himiku, who has already been sucked into the sealing formation to his shoulders, screams to stop.

You can't stop it.

"It was an awful mercy."

Haz.

Instead of wiping out the light of white judgment, it swallows up a dark storm that is about to wipe out Nicia.

It's not even magic, it's just a spell of magic.

The existence to make it happen is limited.

Nicia looks vigorously at its origins, and God turns slowly towards you.

"I'm going to be relatively generous. If you fail, you will be reprimanded and punished, but I intend to give you the next dose. Thanks to this, I don't have a chance to say I'm seriously angry these days. I think there are a lot of good people."

There was a sound of a katsun and leather shoes on the ground.

"I've been told a lot by people around me. I'm tired of hearing the sermons of the sweetest demon kings of all generations, weirdos of all generations, weak demon kings who ascend humans, and old people."

A man who had already stepped down into an entrance with no prototype.

The beauty of a man standing down in a suit with blonde hair.

"It's not good to be licked. Thanks to this, the number of jobs increases. Somehow, it took me a long time to get rid of the pigeons who were crude in our country."

The expression on that neat face was a smile.

A calm voice as if talking to a friend.

"Well, after all this work, there's only one word I'm going to ask you."

But no doubt.

"Are you ready to fight me?

The demon king was angry.

"I'm ready."

There's nothing you can do, nothing you can do to calm him down.

One word today.

It wasn't enough, but it was in time.