Hermit Wizard

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The voices were familiar, unfamiliar, or audible. Hundreds of clothed dwellings, so I received them, and I continued to sing.

The more the song continues, the weaker Gramiel's power. I saw her panicking noticeably.

What the hell!

Gramiel shouts.

Stop! Stop!

Gramiel's intentions resounded from time to time. The fragmented and fragmented space even wreaked havoc in the order of time. Among the things that could be perceived in this space, the unbroken existence was only the tentacles of chaos and the songs he sang.

I listen to those numerous fingers.

He sang the dance tale of a great king dressed like a beak of a bird raised in tentacles. The King of the Creation who ended the fierce war between the people of the earth and the people of heaven. The king exterminated the people of the earth. Symbiosis between the species that burn forests to make arable land and the species that fly through the sky of the forest and hunt for food was impossible. After the end of his reign, the king grew old with the respect of Shinmin and was frequently submerged in contemplation, looking towards a valley at the end of the year. It was the place where the last remnant of the earth was slaughtered. The song tells us that the day the king was last seen, he flew alone and disappeared towards the valley of the massacre. He did not return to the kingdom after that day.

The six solid protrusions collided and resonated with each other, singing God's love. It was a purposeful dark song that the priest made for the pope. The song defines the ever-repeating life of the mortal as a curse and recommended that it be attributed to God as a sweet expression. He encouraged them to attend the service diligently, regardless of gender, from 1 to 3. And in order to receive God's deep grace, we had to go beyond the walls of existence. Thus we will become one with God in the true sense.

The biggest thing in his mouth was singing nature's coldness, trembling at his cog-like lips. The song was also beady and affectionate. It contained lamentations about the radiation storms that hit the continental surface for hundreds of years, and mourning for the weak little ones who die every time the storm blows. The song led to an expression of indignation against the nobles. When the storm blew, the weak would swell and only take care of their children, spreading out the wings of the great 36-gauge and fleeing to another planet, and then releasing the blame for returning when the earth stabilized with a song.

The song long Daelong sang was about a boy. The boy was curious. I was very curious about the outside world. So he decided one day. Let's take an adventure through the unknown world out there. So the boy bites the uterine wall of his fellow woman, the place he was parasitizing. The woman bled, and the boy came out of the world swept away by blood. As soon as he came out, the boy realized something was wrong. The boy crawled desperately up the bridge of a parasitic woman and tried to get back to where he had been. But in the end, he failed and died a few days before dying. The song contained lessons. It was a frightening story that it is the life of the world that parasitizes a female's womb until she dies, and that if she does not conform to nature, she may die before she sows in her home.

The most numerous were the institutions mimicking the shape of Del Giant's mouth. They each whispered various songs passed on to the tribe. He expressed the beauty of purple moonlight in a glamorous melody, honored the history of the tower built by the bones of his ancestors with a majestic voice, and sang in a dynamic rhyme with the delight and joy of stripping the long hair of the enemies of the race, the Ashpim Giant.

And I found a familiar lyrics in the song that Del Giant's mouth sings. It was a song about repentance on the road that did not go. I could quickly find out because I had translated it myself into the language of Del Giant. Parvasse also noticed it.

That's the poem in the book you translated to him!

‘Yes, that's right, that's right. ’

When you go back to the roots, poetry and singing are one thing. I recall the actions of the Savior of the Hidden Forest, depicted in Del Giant's old records. He appeared a few times in the history of Del and told them to recite poetry and sing silently.

‘So, this is a collection of poems and songs! That's also the song of many different races! ’

Yes. No matter how much you look at it, it's not Del's pronunciation.

‘Are they creatures that were extinct in that world long ago? No, there are too many types to look like that. So, other dimensional creatures? ’

How did we collect poetry and songs from different races?

I soon come up with one hypothesis. A channel that penetrates into another world. Two-dimensional souls that are absorbed through that door. If the Savior can extract even the memories in his soul.

Even as I fell for it, the song continued. Not every song sounded like a familiar ‘voice’ to me. Some of the songs sounded like the sound of a percussion that struck the metal, and some were only heard in thick voices, and some sounded like roaring noise, no matter how they were heard.

Strangely enough, however, the songs blended together to create harmony. I heard a resounding clash between the commas of clear pronunciation. The low coffin resonance and the friction of the thin membranes preceded and stood behind it, making a choir. Numerous kinds of sounds were coming together, harmonizing, and then repeating that they had disqualified each other, creating a new linguistic system.

‘Oh, I see. This is one order after all! ’

Only then did I realize the identity of the phenomenon that the Chaos Song is causing.

Yes. Each mouth sings a complete song. But when they're combined, they're creating a whole new order. Combine the sounds of each song to create a new meaning. As a result, it has a high rank and authority that is incomparable with ordinary spells. You're a genius. Later, if the Savior of the Hidden Rim gains the rapidity, he may have magical attributes.

Become a god of magic? ’

It could be one of the gods representing the concept of magic.

I understood the attributes of the spell created by the Savior of the Hidden Realm. The meaning contained in this order is "void." It wasn't just anti-spells. Spells such as fraud that can be applied regardless of whether the target is magic or power.

Oh, no!

Gramiel's thoughts echoed sharply. It was almost impossible for a spell made by the Savior of Silver Rim. Invalidation of the space she created.

It was felt that the sound of a song sung by the tentacles was magical and embodied. Burns the edge of the space like a wave and spreads out. It was Gramiel's power to swallow the spell. After the chaotic distress faded, he went to a state just before disappearing.

The chaos song that confirms it prepares the next move. Another tentacle grows on the surface of the tentacles, a smooth area where the mouth is not made. It's like a new little branch from a tree!

That's how the newly raised tentacles enter the attack.

Yi Yi Yi!

Aaahhhhhhh!

The original singing tentacles remained motionless, while the newly formed tentacles struck Gramiel!

Ughhhh!

The pain in her mind became deeper and more vivid. It seems that the power has lost its power and the power to protect itself has weakened. If you're a ghost of space, you should be able to get away right now, but Gramiel couldn't. The Savior of the Silver Rim is blocking it by some means.

Hm!

Chaos sings a tribute. And the next second hit!

He swings his tentacles with all his might. The shadow shines close to it. Then, the attack that lost the target produced a different outcome than before.

Bang, bang, bang!

My voice leaks without my knowledge.

“· · · Huff? ”

Gramiel's power that absorbed all the attacks so far. However, the weakening of its boundaries began to mix with its original space. As a result, the city of Busan exploded with the sound of tearing ears as the chaotic song swung the tentacles.

Bang, bang!

Whether or not you touched the underground gas pipeline is a fire followed by explosion and flashing. The skyscrapers, merchants, and long stretches of roads collapsed along the orbit created by the tentacles. Dust and smoke and flames mingled to create cracks.

The tentacles, swayed by chaotic songs, thus tore apart a part of the city's envelope, Busan.

A groan came out of my mouth without my knowledge.

“· · · I'm going crazy. ”

As if I didn't care much about the hell made under my feet, one Savior's mind flowed out beyond the channel.

Before I send you back to your original world, I need to see your hands. I haven't been able to refurbish anything like this in a while. I'll just be stuck in a place for two or three thousand years, and I won't let you move.

The moment the words fell, Gramiel's power was completely extinguished. Busan's airspace. We've returned to a completely real-life space.

Originally, I would have to hit a stump with the action of gravity, but I'm wealthy in the air even though I don't use magic.

Then, Gramiel's body, which had been repeated, remained hidden in the gaps of space until now, was completely revealed. A skinny gray body.

The heat and smoke from Asura on the ground reached here. Scream. Siren. Without prejudice to those things, the savior stretches the tentacles strand he just made. Gramiel tried to avoid it, but it was of no use. The tentacles completely curled up the ghosts of space.

Aaahhhhhhh!

We got him!

And the tentacles' song stopped. Discontinuation of the order.

The Declaration of the Savior was followed.

Now, next time, listen to this.

The tentacles' mouths began singing again in unison. One of them was a different lyrics and finger from the one I had just heard.

Aaahhhhhhhhh!

An order that makes the songs that are ringing now intertwine and overlap. I could easily notice the effect.

That's some kind of attack magic. It is not aimed at the temporary destruction of biological tissues, it is causing semi-permanent damage that cannot be easily recovered from the body of Gramiel who is subject to the spell.

It will probably take a long, long time to get back to the original state. Yes. Perhaps it will take thousands of years for the chaos song to become as violent as it was before.

With his tentacles wrapped around him, Gramiel struggles like crazy. Every move she made, she suffered.

So I was observing Gramiel instead of focusing on the lyrics of the song for a while. And I was told the deep doctrine of the Old Testament's magic. I forgot about the hell that was going on under my feet for a while.

So, it was a little late for me to notice it. It was after the song had already progressed considerably.

Hundreds of songs that make up the magic that bothers Gramiel. A symphony of tentacles. One of them broke the static of my heart. Making that melody was a voice that I don't know why, but I feel very familiar with. It reminded me of what was sinking in my mind.

‘· · · Huh? ’

Min-jun, what's wrong?

I sing a song I don't know.

Time will be played until the moment of choice. For those preparing for the final choice, the years are a desperate prison spear and a solid weapon for the next leap. What path will you choose? The crossroads are the destination of the journey, but sometimes a new beginning. Are you going to spend the night, or are you going to return to the path you walked?

Min Joon, what are you saying?

I mutter.

“What is this? ”

I was confused. I had unreadable memories in my head. In response to the Old Testament song, something like black smoke was fluctuating.

The masses of meanings that emerged in the depths of the mind were outside [Yoon Min-jun] 's cognitive range. I couldn't read it. It was only massive, overwhelming. I wanted to hide because I was afraid.

I thought it was a long time ago. A yellowing sound is sounded in the ear.

Some parts of me listened and moved my emotions in the turbulence of wave-like memories. I was embarrassed by the movement of the unknown mind. I tried to focus while looking at the memories I was pushing. But at the same time, I also thought I didn't want to care about that black thing.

This internal conflict soon ceased. The Old Testament unintentionally told me to choose the latter option.

The Chaos Song said.

Shadow thorns. You're so foolish that you feel sorry for yourself. Most of us have endured much longer than you. You failed today because you thought too easily of the desperation that most of us have, which is much deeper and more painful than your desperation. One more thing, because I overlooked the possibility of that mortal you deluded into, that I was taking quite seriously. Given this, I wouldn't have approached the one with the debris as openly as I do today.

Gramiel turns into a screaming mind...

Arghhhh!.. Are you really expecting such an immortal? What a madman!

The word 'expectation’ against the mortal makes fun of me. Let's just say positive curiosity.

No, that's a lie.

Min-jun?

Parvasse suddenly asked me. I barely confront him.

“What? What did I say? ”

At that moment, the inside of my head became clean again. Before answering anything, a powerful force struck me. Gramiel, who was wrapped in tentacles, gathered his last power and retaliated.

Ahhh!

Her power to fold, polish, and set the day to attack was spilled. Everything that came into my eyes became a weapon.

She once again broke the space above Busan. A broken mirror-like horizon soars upwards. Like engaging this, the sky also sinks. The space above and below became innumerable thorns, each countless. Upper and lower teeth made from a view of the distorted Busan. I shut my eyes like a giant beast and chewed the things in the middle.

And what was in between was, of course, the tentacles that came out of me and Parvasse, and out of my chest.

Yi Yi Yi Yi!

The newly stretched tentacles moved before the encroaching space could chew me up like a frown.

Tsuzheng!

A turquoise trajectory that beats around like a whitefish. Once again, the space is torn. Along the orbit through which the tentacles pass, a space in the form of numerous thorns is cut off, burst out, dug up, and shattered.

And in the aftermath, Busan was destroyed once more.

Khh! Khh!

The city howls, but none of these two beggars pay attention to it.

Chaos Songwack!

With her hands wrapped in tentacles, she reaches out screaming. There was a picture of her in every sculpted space and she returned to her original state.

That's how her last resistance failed.

Vengeance · · · Kipilko · · Vengeance!

She completely lost her strength. Dry gray body flutters. The second song was disconnected by one Sain.

The savior of Silver Rim said, empowering the tentacles around Gramiel.

Now, go back to your original world.

The savior of Silver Rim threw out Gramiel. Her body flew to the ground like a comet and crashed. Then, it enters the inside of the channel, which maintains a blue disc shape.

Golin.

She was thus forcibly deported to her original dimension.

Then · · · · · ·.

The savior of Silver Rim told me.

You can handle the rest, right? And what I heard today is meaningless to you, even if you keep it in your memory, so it will be easy to forget.

Leaving that notion behind, his huge tentacles began to revert back to the channel of my heart. And before the tentacles completely concealed their appearance, I burst into a dream of flying through the sky. Now I'm floating in the air with my powers.

“· · · · ”

I spit meaningless words. I was resting my neck a little.

After the tentacles disappeared, I closed the channel. It was just magical to keep it going.

I mutter silently.

“Aah! Well, how did you live? ”

· · · Yes. Thank goodness. Thank goodness.

“· · · How do I process this back? ”

I looked down at Busan, who was swamped by a fire horse. Then I turned my head to the side where I heard the rupture of the tearing air.

A squadron of fighters was flying towards me floating in the air.

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