Hermit Wizard

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“Arghhhhhh!”

Everything in sight was shattered and shattered. The aftermath didn't stay only in my perspective. Even the screams are losing continuity, but they are cut off and rolled.

I concentrated my mind in the midst of the body flipping over. Use the power of the writing to stabilize the horsepower in the channel. The gigantic tentacles that pop out of my chest are whipping around like crazy without a clue!

Parvasse hurriedly pushed his mind.

Oh, my God! That crazy savior!

His intentions ceased during the war, and he was cut off intermittently afterwards. Parvash's words, mixed with swearing, roll here and there. It was immediately followed by the feeling that the origin of Telepathy was infinitely blown.

I think I'm listening to a bad radio with hundreds of broken amps. The intention was conveyed to my mind with a time difference in each direction. Combining all of those meanings, I was able to produce the following sentence:

The Chaos Song is tearing apart the space she created to attack Gramiel!

Quarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The only thing that came across the world through the channel was one of the many tentacles with chaotic songs. The phenomenon that only one stem has created is overwhelming. A bronze pillar dances and strikes with a curve of various shapes. His goal is this space itself. It was the power that Gramiel created to catch me.

Funnily enough, I caught any emotion in that tentacle's movement. Reason argues that there is no basis for my judgment and reacts skeptically to it. Nevertheless, I had unfounded confidence. It must have been.

The savior of the Hidden Forest, who was wrestling with her power, felt annoyed and annoyed in the movement of the inner tentacles.

Gramiel's mind exploded everywhere.

How did you... how did you... how did you... how did you... how did you...

Do you think influencing space is your own kind of power? This ability was already studied in the 14th century in my own civilization. It's not easy, but there's nothing impossible about knowing how it works. But even after being the savior of how his race was made, I don't know what I mean to an individual like you.......

The savior of the Silver Rim. It mixes feelings that seem pathetic to his mind.

When I heard that telepathy, I thought about the chaos songs and the confrontations. The power to recognize me who was far away and draw me to his dwelling place. His power to penetrate without colliding with a giant shield, a few times my height, or approaching hard ground. My body, which was moving in the underground cavity immediately after I woke up.

Gramiel shouts.

What right are you interrupting me with?

The chaos song swung the tentacles more vigorously instead of answering. Another explosion. Everything in sight collapses. I thought to myself without knowing. Maybe this is what the end of the world looks like?

Aaahhhhhhh!

Fragments of shattered space pour like meteor showers. Gramiel cried out in all the pieces. This attack seems to have hit her too. I felt like my mind was being torn apart into thousands of pieces.

And I felt a strange sensation. I feel like the terminals of other beings are mixed in Gramiel's screams. Every time she was attacked, a calm, yet countless strand of waves, like the wind, did not feel tactile, gave her an impression.

While I was focusing on this feeling, the chaos song answered relaxed beyond the channel of my heart.

Don't you underestimate the value of this dimension? Shadow Thorn. You stupid thing. Because of this dimension, how many fortunate fortune-tellers did you think you'd just leave them there?

I'm trying to make things happen that you can't! I am the only one who has gathered enough souls to evolve this dimension! That's why I won't take this dimension. I'm just doing what I can!

Do you say that the territory is insignificant, so you ‘gathered' what you couldn't absorb? The criteria for assessing yourself are so compassionate.

Shut up! If I don't like being a player, why don't you do the same? Instead of digesting the factions that draw souls together, I wanted to put them in the same vein!

Admit it, Shadow Thorn. You shake hands because of impatience. The first thing is to complete the nucleus rather than growing the bowl. You were a complete agent of the nucleus because of the limits of your race.

He laughs and asks.

That's why you chose the shortcut to touch the bowl first, isn't it?

It leads to intent.

Have you thought about it? Growing this dimension into a higher level? If you move on to the next level without being properly prepared, you will only feed the higher-ranking Saviors. Soon the channel will be pierced through countless times? As the Earth evolves, it once again becomes the lowest of the isotropic dimensions. But really, what's your fight to defend by building a dimensional barrier?

If you evolve to the upper level, you will climb my ranks! My territory will evolve!

There was a mix of emotions in the mindset of the Savior of Silver Rim. Pathetic. Trivial. Interesting.

Yeah, to some extent, it's true. But in the end, many things are determined by their inherent qualities.

A series of emotions with chaotic songs flows. It's annoying. A little angry. A mockery. And a refreshing pleasure that doesn't suit the situation right now.

Then, Shadow Thorn, I will ask.

He asks as if it is very pleasant.

When was the last time you slept?

Gramiel's reaction to that question was explosive. She pours down and fills this whole broken space with life and hatred.

You, you no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!

The enemy pokes and shakes everywhere.

After connecting the channels in this dimension, for the time being, we had to fall asleep without even trying. I needed time to digest. So, the planter even tried to climb for a while, but somehow it became an apprentice. But, Shadow Thorn, what about you? When was the last time you fell asleep?

Shut the fuck up!

After two evolutions, the shadow is the shadow.

You crossed the line now, Chaos Song!

Blind emotions flash and resonate.

It was you who crossed the line in the first place. This dimension is worth more than it looks. You needed to be more patient. Do you remember why I shared information about this guy in the first place?

My existence is too old to expect such delusions! In this time of prison, in the pain of being worn out, worn out, tortured, it's hard to expect that!

Ah, you fool!

He once again swung his tentacles loudly!

Uuuuuuuuu!

Long, deep scars remain in the air. Gramiel, who allowed another attack, sprayed his strength to counter. Drag the spaces together to create a long wedge. Sharp attack created by stubborn space.

But the Old Testament broke that attempt so easily. All he did was close the window with the tip of the tentacle and give it strength. Movement was simple, but the results were potent.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Reversion of cracks not represented by sound. Gramiel bursts into pieces like a broken glass spear, emitting a painful thought. At the same time, the invisible wind blew again.

And you are.

The moment I barely maintained my mind in the fight between the absolute, I realized something.

‘... eh? Parvasse! This! ’

Everything was mixed and the surrounding space began to show something more and more distinct. The appearance of an unfamiliar city is opaque.

The knowledge of Parvasse left in his head informed the meaning of this phenomenon.

Now, the power created by the ghosts of space is collapsing!

I look down at the city with the skyscrapers stretching. But where is this place?

The last place I was was was in the basement of my house. But what I see is the top of a city. Parvasse 'intentions answered my question.

As soon as he crosses the channel, Gramiel will use his abilities. I would have chosen an easier way to get to where we are. We've broken down the space, connected it to where we are, and then we've grouped it into separate spaces.

It's here now that it's a separate space. It was Gramiel's power that was collapsing. Farvash said as he looked beyond the barrier of power, which had not yet been completely destroyed, at the appearance of a distorted city.

Now that the power station is collapsing, the space where everyone in this place will be reduced seems to be set as the reference point for Gramiel's position. Not where we used to be.

That's the word!

I looked around a little more carefully. And I find it familiar. It's hard to identify as if looking beyond broken and stained glass, but there's only one thing that shines through the whole dimension.

It's a channel!

But not the Marpo Bridge. Obviously, the channel that Gramiel used as he moved into this world.

‘So this is Busan?! ’

After being dragged into her space, she moved to Busan instead of Seoul.

Barriers to power were gradually being eased. Gramiel and Chaos songs were given and received many workshops, but the Chaos songs were overwhelming to anyone. I was just hiding behind the channel to avoid the aftermath of force.

And every time she was attacked, the wind blew. The Chaos Song stroked the tip of the tentacle once, following the unfathomable energy.

I have to finish now. You're more stubborn than I thought. You're using an indigestible soul as a shield. It's really the worst use. Waste is a sin. I'll never see you again.

After a conception that seemed determined to do something, a change occurred in his tentacles.

“... what, what? ”

There are hundreds of strange cracks all over his long, thick tentacles. Cover the tentacles with a slight covering over the stem.

A closer look showed that many of the shapes made on the tentacles' envelopes resemble human mouths. Bronze skin splits, lips rise, and teeth and tongue fill between them.

But not all of them were completely the same. Some had no lips, some had a split tongue, and some had long fangs that could not be seen by men.

And there were many things that could not be seen as’ mouths', no matter how they looked. It's a strange form for me. There were also long prongs, not mouths, and several grooves resembling the gills of fish. And some parts turned out like corneas that were thin enough for the envelope to be transparent, and there were six very small protrusions.

Oh, that one!

Only after I heard Parvash's explanation could I know who they were. The shapes made on those tentacles were imitating the articulated organs of so many different races of the Sunni people!

Then, a chaotic song was said through thought.

Listen.

Then, a number of vocal organs on the surface of the tentacles began to sound in unison.

I rolled my tongue with my lips that looked like humanity.

The laryngeal biomechanical organ sounds like a low, coarse tubular instrument.

The branch-like groove made the sound of the band that I could not feel.

The transparent cornea produces a reverberation, adjusting the intensity several hundred times a second.

The six solid protrusions differed in the direction and number of hits and produced a resourceful silophone performance.

In addition, various forms of vocal organs covering the body of the Savior of the Silver Rim produced sound in various ways. Biotissues that mimic the pronunciation organs of many ethnic groups speak their own language.

And a little while later, I noticed it wasn't just an act of ignition. Each ‘mouth’ produced a distinctive pattern and characteristic. Representatively, the sound that a person's mouth produces has rhythm and melody. The distinctive pattern made sound and harmony by other articulation machines, and the choir could not be made on a single level.

I realize.

The mouths of the various races built on that tentacle were singing in unison at this moment.

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