Hermit Wizard

Gurrrrrrrrrrr!

Channels became like the sun of an eclipse. The tentacles filled an area of 10 metres in diameter, flowing endlessly like water pouring out of a bursting digestive tract. Only the rounded edges are bluish and pale, with no tentacles covered.

The spilled tentacles widened, curled, and stretched without constraint of the joints. The tentacles seemed to be each an independent creature, but the ends were all facing in one direction.

Towards the Apostle who spread his wings from the sky, the tentacles rise like a raging branch of a lantern.

You arrogant savior, it's true that the Apostle is not allowed to be sacred to me. But the position of God is not guaranteed because he is a beggar. Have you spent a long time delusional and become flattered as if you were already a god?

A furious voice echoes. It was daylight, but the sky was full of bright burning stars. At the same time as the wings of the Apostle, the window of light aimed at the ground began to fall like a meteor shower.

There were us in that direction.

“Oh, shit! ”

I concentrate my magical powers. Residents and contractors of the backlog also fled in fear. The direction of the attack is focused on me. Leaving it like that, it strikes the crack that leads to the warped space.

In a car trying to use defensive magic, the rescuer who controls the floor makes a sound.

“Don't do anything useless, reclusive soul. ”

A huge shadow fell upon me. A wave of tentacles. It stops the rain of light pouring towards us from reaching that high sky.

And a collision.

Khh! Khh!

The sky screams desperately.

The act of chaotic singing must have unfolded more than a few tentacles in the path of the fall of light. I don't know what kind of power it is, but he crushed it by touching the apostle's attack. The shock wave in the process has affected where we are.

The noise knocked everything down, and a wave of pure power swept away like a sunset. Those in Han Kang Park either sat in place or fell. I thought it would be like this if I mixed the earthquake with the storm and let it go. It was the first time that the ground vibrated because of an explosion in the air.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

Screaming followed among the group who escaped from the backlog. I barely balance and raise my head and then open my eyes.

Around the place where the light and tentacles hit, the clouds of the sky were torn in a spiral.

Quack, quack, quack!

Several more violent clashes whipped the atmosphere. The savior of the Silver Rim did not rely solely on defence. A bundle of bronze tentacles curled up at odd angles, and the light poured out relentlessly in the six wings of the Apostle. The tentacles twist and bounce it.

The rebellion was formidable. The Savior tries to pierce the center of the apostle's body with tentacles, but rarely pierces it. As the workshop went in and out, one or two wounds began to appear on both bodies. The grass melts with toxic smoke as the blue body fluids pour out like rain from the potter's body. Some of the apostles' feathers were plucked, and what touched them was consumed by a white flame.

And suddenly, a small sound rang in my ear.

“It's dangerous to call the world a foodie now. The Apostle may break the boundary before eating all the sanctuary. We'll take care of him first, then we'll call him. ”

It was a song of chaos. He sounded the air right next to his ear and only heard me. It was a way to use it when the floor whispered. It would be the savior to control him now, but the use of force is so natural.

The Old Man whispers a few more words to me. My eyes enlarge after I understand that. I turn my head and look at Parvasse.

You old hag! Are you trying to go against God's will! Are you not afraid of His wrath?

The Apostle shouts while attacking. On the surface of the tentacles facing him, the vocal organs of the various races were shaped. Instead of speaking with that mouth, the soothsayer continues to sound the air with impulse.

“The wrath of God? Well, from your level, I can see the level of God standing behind me. ”

Rescuer! Are you going to pretend forever with the one I serve? I think I can be safe even if I do this disgusting thing to God's Lion!

The savior of Silver Rim whispered.

“I don't know, but the relationship between me and the author can't get any worse. ”

What, what? No matter how much you are like him!

The Savior cut off the Apostle's words.

“It's already the worst. Whoever the opponent is, the god who gained the divinity before me. ”

As soon as his words fell, several forms of mouth opened at once in the tentacles. I sing different songs. A thick melody melted into the air. A disorderly choir converges into order and creates a single spell.

The Apostle shouts in haste.

You!

The window of light around his body is regenerated and then crushed. The effect of the song was clear.

Now the wings and tentacles of the Apostle begin the amphibious battle. Despite the superior number of tentacles, the wings resisted violently.

In the meantime, I flew my mind to Parvash.

I am free to communicate my thoughts directly to anyone other than the contractor. Without such constraints, Parvash relays my thoughts back to Hachim, and the old Mac winks and bursts into a new dream. The dream that was realized surrounded me, and Hachi floated me in the air following the idea I had drawn into my head without any detailed explanation.

I floated quietly along the desired trajectory, flying immediately behind the Apostle.

God's servant noticed my approach.

What are you! You worm!

I lose my mind. The tentacles suddenly move fiercely. Grasp the Apostle's wings and twist and pull. The moment when the most powerful tentacles on Earth are pulling on the most sacred wings. The Savior rushed with a sound from my ear.

“Do it!”.

The Apostle did not let me come near. But he didn't even deal with it with all his might.

The divine power aims at me. But it's much weaker than it has been so far. For the Apostle, a lighter level of divine power chases the fly. The apostle's attention and power was concentrated on alerting and stopping the tentacles around him.

Before the force that trembled to catch the worm touched me, the dimensional map in my head was already finished calculating the coordinates. I opened the channel behind the Apostle, leading to the coordinates the Chaos Song told me about.

No, no, no!

The fear of fear echoes.

Whirlick!

Then, the tentacles of a single stalk that soared through the blue door of my channel shattered the divine power aimed at me.

What is this?

Bronze whip tears the sky apart.

I could guess from what the Old Testament had just whispered. The chaos song sent a pile of tentacles out of the silhouette to infiltrate the Marpo Bridge channel, but it was a very small part of it, and most of the rest of the body was still in the silhouette. He can't move his body because of the sowing that flows out of the channel in the center of the Silver Rim.

So even during the fight with the Apostle, he was focusing on one task in the Milky Way. All he had was to concentrate on one of the tentacles he had only sent.

It was summoned through the channel of my heart now. In one tentacle, there was a massive force gathered together by an immovable soothsayer. The tentacles that were sent first through the Mapo Bridge channel were only a matter of time.

The tentacles that stretched from me pierced one way. The Apostle has only increased the power of the Bug Hunter.

Don't be ridiculous! · · ·!

The tentacles that dug the gaps pierced the flesh mass of the Apostle, the center of the six wings.

· · · · · ·!

A spirit close to screaming and screaming covers the sky. The psychic wave was closer to emotion than thought. I almost got swept away by that wave that was as devastating as Hariri. I am concerned about those on the ground.

The Apostle poured out such emotions for a while, and immediately spit out a psychic wave mixed with frustration and anger. This time I could barely perceive the meaning.

The savior, no wonder, planted seeds on humans in other worlds! Dense · · · · · · · Uneven!

The body of the Apostle pierced by tentacles becomes increasingly faint and scattered.

“That apostle was firmly mistaken. ”

The apostle melts into the air and disappears completely, muttering as if the song of chaos is fun.

Yes, the Apostle disappeared with illusion. I think the channel of my heart is a work of chaos. I assumed I was his tool. It would have been impossible to attack in such a timely manner as it is now.

“· · · Yes. You're mistaken.”

I didn't feel realistic when I said it. Did I see the fight between the Savior and the Apostle? Even the savior won? The first bell of God?

Glug, the savior was gathering tentacles. I close the channel in my chest.

“Now get rid of that sanctuary quickly. ”

I sat back down on the ground in a dream. Time is lagging. Hurry up to the crack and concentrate your magical powers.

Ooooooooooooooooooo!

I didn't need complicated spells. Just spill the promised words out of your lips.

“Sanctuary of Kilgeniapros. ”

I stood outside the boundary with the White Book, but the magic was done in a twisted space. Beyond the crack, I feel the nature of it change. A strange energy flows into the sky of White Rock. But before it encroached on the outer space, the body of the floor sang a song of impulse again. when the white light surrounding the crack was trying to create a complete seal that would isolate the two spaces.

I heard the ‘world’ whispering to me beyond the crack.

Too bad. You're still hiding?

It was a phenomenon that did not exist when I wrote a spell at Hung Leung. I sweated on my back. I heard the illusion that the breath close to flying wet my throat.

But I didn't seem to have this feeling, not me. There is no major change in the look on their faces around them. Neither did the Chaos Song intervene.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

There was no voice beyond that. I just felt the meaning that the world was telling me. It is followed by the song of the floor. The entrance to the crack became narrower.

I wanted to keep an eye on you.

The world laughs.

Should we find another way? Come play any time you want. You're welcome. Next time, don't hide. Come outside and talk to me. The conversation with the debris, it was interesting.

Even though Kilgenius is telling me a story, I am not the one who speaks. I couldn't answer easily.

Fortunately, as time went by, the gaze that observed me became distant. I want to be more intense with the tunes that the song produces, but it stops completely. The white light pack in front of my eyes is firmly established.

It was easy to know why. The crack between the white rock and the outside world was completely sealed. I can't even feel the will of Calgenia Prussia who tried to talk to me. Beyond the closed door, she will gladly be eating away the sanctuary of another god.

The Chaos Song said.

“That's it. I will give you back the right to use the debris. ”

All the rest of the tentacles returned to the Marfo Bridge channel, and the dreadful momentum disappeared like a lie. The inhabitants of the frozen backlog sigh. Many of them look at the cracks closed with eyes full of repentance.

And you are.

“· · · Huh? · · · Ah? Seclusion? ”

A little tentacle with a twirl looking up at me.

You're back. I reach for the floor.

[· · · Hey, Min Joon.]

A toy standing next to it. Parvasse looks up at me and says,

[I couldn't ask because I was in a state of distress. · · No, what the hell is going on? Did you find the Dragon Soul? When you came back to Earth, did it all work out? Why did the torturers come out of there, why did the sanctuary of the White Book turn upside down, and what the hell was that apostle! Did you find your memory?]

“Parvasse, memory was not important in the first place. ”

[No, please listen to me. You don't know how important it is that you lose, so you keep saying that!]

“That's not what I'm saying. I found what I lost. Don't remember, something else. ”

[· · · What?]

“I need a place to explain my daily work. It's not a story we can all talk about here. ”

It's probably a fainting story. And the story of Parvash's identity.

Farvash, you were actually a savior back then. Swallowing the words hiccup, I looked at the place where the channel in my chest was.

Oh, Parvasse. Actually, I don't think you called me.

Roll the horse in your mouth.

Just as the Apostle's conjecture was wrong, so did the earthquakes cast their speculation in the wrong direction. They think it was the Black Keeper who created my channel. The reason you came after me is because you saw the footage of the Busan incident. A human named Yoon Min-jun thought it was a trace of a black recluse they didn't even know about, and he tried to collect me for it.

It was the same misunderstanding as Parvasse. Parvasse anticipated that the Black Keeper who created the channel in my heart would come back to me the moment he became an adult.

But if I was that important, if the Black Keeper, who didn't have to make the channel, had deliberately made the channel and tried to stifle my soul, why would he leave me like this?

The answer is, because it was never in the first place. When he offered the dragon's body to Kilgenias, the serenity of the dragon was said. He said he'd never made a channel in his life.

Yes, the conjectures of the torturers, the conjectures of Parvash, are all wrong. It wasn't him who made the channel through my chest.

Turn your head and look at the floor again.

“Seclusion, why? ”

I think without answering. Conversation between me and the floor, which I don't remember. Maru told me about it.

‘The Savior is aiming. This is true, but we needed evidence to make them believe it. I needed to plant a fear of the Savior on this kid, and I needed a teacher to teach him how to hide. Teacher who will be wary of the Savior and have the knowledge to flee together. The assistant.’

‘Procurement of facilitators, creating evidence that will drive trust. It was too much to solve two goals at once. It would have been easier if I could have told someone like this. I didn't have the strength to borrow it at the time, and I had too little time to maintain my consciousness. ’

It is clear what this means.

Interpret it, the Black Keeper didn't open a channel in my chest and didn't know where I was. But he was aiming for me.

So I needed to be afraid of the Savior. I needed a helper to instill that fear in me. The helper should also be able to tell you how to hide from the Savior. Turn your head again and look at the toy doll. Yes, Parvasse. He was suitable for all these conditions.

Parvasse. He accepted my name. He did not resist by putting forward his original name. The reason was simple, because he had already lost his name.

Chanel summoned Parvasse.

And the channel became a testament to Parvash's belief that I was being targeted by the Savior. He really believed it. He never doubted it.

My chest's seed channel and Parvasse's summons were the result of deliberate acts. I still remember. Someone who didn't see his face and was very tall, looking down at me. “· · · Toothbrush.” The one with the tongue full. That's what opens the channel in my body.

· · · And he is, hidden within me.

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