Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

While the sun is in Jomtien, the world is closed to darkness and the sun does not reach the earth.

Sejour, king capital of the kingdom of Rotosilt. If we were to prescribe the world as just there, it was not a metaphor or an exaggeration, it was a pure fact.

For the first time in its history, the ancient capital, with its great walls, had allowed the invasion of external enemies.

It's an invader from the sky, coming from hundreds of kilometers south. Who would imagine, the castle moving through the sky, sitting over the king's capital, etc.

A pitch-black castle composed of obsidian stones - a castle of black demons.

The thunderstorms emitted from the spires erected around it ravage the king's capital, Sejour, and hundreds of thousands of inhabitants flee.

This black demon castle is the home of a group of people who serve the spiral of despair (Leliuliulia), called the Book of Nothingness (Caios Evil), and is about to undergo an evil plot.

"The Book of Nothingness lurked deep into the shadows and darkness, waiting for the day of sorrowful achievement with a long preparation.

That is, when the helix of despair is resurrected.

A spiral of despair.

Old and great that restores the world itself to nothingness.

Once a symbol of despair that the gods of good and evil fought together but could not be extinguished and connected to prison.

All is ready, and the Book of Nothingness has begun to act with a clear will.

A dark castle whose symbols look down upon the elephants in heaven and on earth, breaking their hearts and even frustrating their will to rebel.

I wondered if there was any way to fight it, but accidentally the thunderous rain stopped.

The people of Sejour, the king's capital - all look up to the sky, regardless of gender, age or identity.

Did you have any hunches, or unconsciously? Someone knelt and drowned on the spot to pray to the God they believed in.

The movement spreads like ripples and covers Sejour, the king's capital.

People find out later. That the battle to determine the end of the world was about to begin just now.

The top floor of the castle of the black demon.

Again, it was a domed space covered with full obsidian. The ceiling is about 20 meters high. In proportion to the ceiling, the room itself is large.

To reach the final showdown, the six adventurers, who continued to fight the Book of Nothingness over the course of the year, quickly, but without fail, went up the stairs and reached the top floor.

One of them was the figure of a boy who would follow me as if to go into the dark.

He holds a thick spell document on his left hand and is a magician (wizard) at a glance from wearing a robe.

He is usually also an academic when it comes to magicians. Then maybe I'm not used to the place of battle - but being here now also meant that I've cut through all sorts of battles.

In addition, it is uncomfortable for the inhabitants of this Brewers world to be frightened by the signs of battle, which is not uncommon for human warfare and for the struggle against heterogeneous races such as goblins and cobolts.

Somewhere, he was a boy with a heterogeneous impression.

"Apparently, the ritual is over."

Pointing to the altar a dozen meters away, the magician boy quietly tells the facts.

A statement because it was woven to be a simple fact-checking and at the same time impossible to attack this castle in a short time.

There is something terrible about the damage done to Wang Du, but I have warned him beforehand. Damage should be kept to a minimum - I just have to think so.

An altar illuminated by a number of candlesticks, in a heightened area.

Complex magic formations are depicted on the floor and cannot be understood by a human being with a decent spirit. No, it's decorated with relief carved with an elaborate, delicate touch of blasphemous motifs that are going to freak out if you understand.

In the center, the three supreme leaders in black robes and masks - the Triades - were watching the intruders.

Behind it, a flaming giant. Evil Flaming Spirit Prince - Il Canjual.

Nucleus to free the castle of the black demon from the bondage of gravity, to take the souls of those who dwell in the king's capital by thunder and use them for rituals, to unleash the spiral of despair.

Follow behind the presence of a different world boasting of beauty, and the Triades quietly welcomed the adversaries.

"The Book of Nothingness, that's all you have planned."

At the head of the adventurers is a blonde blue-eyed girl wrapped in powerful magical silver (miserable) sheet metal armor. With a large shield integrated with a caged hand on his left hand, he has already pulled out and paid off a beautifully shaped one-handed sword.

She ruled the field with one of those things.

No one can turn a blind eye.

At the same time, it starts to keep looking straight at me.

Overwhelming appeal (charisma).

That's not just the beauty of appearance. A noble soul as a diocesan knight (paladin), a living serving her goodness, and a sword technique forged to the limit as a person.

It's all made up together.

"Valtroude, the Cathedral Knight, in the name of" ever-winning ”Helenonia, screws up the plot"

Turning the cutting-edge of the Devine Subjugator, the Devil's Sword, to evil, the girl declares her annihilation with a Rin voice.

He jumped through and made a brilliant appearance, and now he was ready to fight evil.

Even that look, beautiful.

"It's futile."

"I'll do with just five people"

But the Triades did not look heartbroken by Valtrude's proclamation or by his beauty, and he raised his voice from behind the mask.

"The Evil Flaming Spirit Prince Il Canjual manifested himself in this Brewers. If so, we will be imprisoned in the prisons of the gods, and the return of our Lord Lelioulia is no longer a must"

“The Original Source" shaped the world

The remaining chaotic realm.

There is one seven-pillar prince who unites the "realm of chaos”. Transcendentals comparable to the kings of God and Nara.

Originally, there can be no such thing as manifestation in this material world.

Even that Il Kanjual was only a sacrifice to open the doors to the prisons of the gods, where Leliulia was shut.

"After all, that's what this is all about. Lelioulia - If you untie the spiral of despair, this world, the Brewers, as well as all dimensional worlds, will perish. in a literal sense."

A pure white robe that shows you to be a good sorcerer.

A dark-haired boy dressed in it, larger in size, raised his eyes from the spell document in his hand and asked the Triades.

"Ranri"

"That's our petition"

"Destroy the world. What do you want?"

"Otherwise, we, too, will soon be doomed to die"

"Positive and negative scales continue to shake, and the world today is too different."

"If so, we will destroy all our Lord."

Illuminated by the candlestick lights, the mask is attacked by the illusion of being swayed with all sorts of shakes. A voice that's flat and doesn't know who's talking is probably responsible for one end of it...

Madness.

Fundamentally, ordinary people had their own philosophy that they didn't understand.

Born from the “source”, this world is full of positives and negative at the same time. And this world shall not be flawed again, if it was born of the perfect thing.

Then we must free the helix of despair, Reliouria, which attributes everything to nothing, from the prison of God and restore the world to its perfect appearance - the "source of origin”.

That is the ultimate purpose of the Book of Nothingness.

"If you kill yourself, do it alone"

The magician's boy holds a spell document in one hand, and he gets stuck with it.

I didn't think I could persuade him from the experience of continuing to fight the seven high priests and evil beings such as Goblin, Auga, Giant and Dragon, his men.

But I'm not literally talking so far inhuman.

"We're done talking."

"Okay, Val. I'll take care of it later."

"You fight with me!

"Well, I'll do it, but come on..."

"You're not in the mood!

"That's about it if you're having a crazy fight."

"Alcia! This isn't a crazy fight, is it?

"So is it a couple fights?

"Alcia, give me a break because I'm going to lose my nervousness. Seriously......"

The priestess, who was watching the trend, put the place together.

The holy seal that is down from the neck belongs to Truss-Sink, who presides over sorcery and death. Featuring dark hair like night sky, Valtrude has an inferior neat face.

But the first thing that catches my eye is the crimson eye bands that cover the middle of my face.

Because of that eyelid, which completely covered both eyes, Arcia's expression cannot be known as such. It was an out-of-phase that would blow every impression.

"Yona, are you ready?

"Mm-hmm. Poppy. And the Exile."

"Ooh."

With a bitter smile, Warrior Exile of the Rock Giant (Jarloot) sets up Spike Flail - a stick with many spikes growing at the end of the long chain.

A giant that thus exceeds 2 metres. The arms are as thick as a whole tooth, with a sense of compression as if they were putting together muscle armor.

Plus, the rocky, rocky skin, as the Rock Giant's race name suggests.

Such a rock giant smiled like trouble.

That would be natural, too.

This rock giant is twice as tall as an albino girl called Yona alone. Even the bespoke Dragon Scale Armor (Dragon Skyle) must be heavier than Yona's.

It was Jonah who was roughly unsuitable for the occasion, as opposed to Exile, who would find himself uncomfortable anywhere but on the battlefield.

If you're not wearing armor like Valtrude, you're not equipped to show your position, like Yut and Arsia.

The dark blue tunic and a cloth cape were not like going to battle, although the tailoring and fabric were first-class. In the first place, it's fundamentally wrong at a time when there's a girl with gray hair, red eyes, fleshy, thin, and short.

But while the Albino toddler smiled bitterly at the structure of encouraging rock giants, everyone on the spot accepted Jonah's presence as a matter of course.

Three of Triade and Il Canjual. And that's when the five adventurers got their fighting attitude in place.

First, the sixth person (...) moved out.

"Well, then, we'll go this way."

I heard that light voice from a few steps ahead of Valtrude and Exile who were in the lead.

At the same time, several arrows are released from the void.

It is a flash that lifts and slashes and rips the atmosphere as it rotates.

They pierced one of Triade's eyebrows and both eyes, throat and heart, and the Supreme Priest, serving the helix of despair, could only fall and fall without a voice.

At the same time as the attack ends, the Spell of Full Transparency (Incognition) expires and the Raider appears.

What was there was less tall than Jonah, a figure that I only tried to describe as a child. But unlike Jonah, her age doesn't match her appearance.

"That's Larsia!

Not even responding to the cheer raised by the sorcerer Yut, the bandit (Rogue) of the meadow race (Magner), known as Larsia, was not alarmed, but continued to observe Triade, who had just unleashed and defeated five arrows at the same time.

"You can't die yet"

Muri and.

The arrow received at the steeple remained, and one of the Triades rose up. It doesn't make any difference to your voice or your movements.

If it hadn't been for the pierced arrow, the fact that I couldn't see the expression on my mask would have combined to make it look as if I hadn't given you any itching.

"I knew it."

"The (Faith of) Heavenly Fate (Andes)"? Well, I thought it was. "

Yut speaks of the name of the spell of physical repair that activates at the same time as death.

A magician learns and manipulates, a theoretical spell.

A cleric prays, a divine spell.

Both systems, individual spells are classified according to power and mastery difficulty, by staircase from first to ninth.

Furthermore, the first to third staircases are called magicians (wizards), the fourth to sixth staircases are called magicians (warrotsks), and the seventh staircase or higher is called archmages.

Similarly, the users of theological spells are referred to as priests (Priests), bishops (Bishops) and archbishops (Patriarchs).

The fact that the Seventh Staircase belongs to a divine spell, the Heavenly Fate of Gram Death, means that the Triades are also devout servants of God.

Even if the phase is nothingness.

"Now my hands and legs are out."

He said he was killed once, but instead of resentment, he doesn't show one particular emotion for Larsia.

Too indifferent to calm, he took two massive jewels out of his nostalgia and threw them under his feet.

At the same time, huge masses of soil and water emerge.

Evil-dyed, earthy and water spirits.

That giant hides the Triades and keeps them away from the deadly blow of Larsia. If you are a spirit with no steeper steeple than your ex, you are not expected to have a great effect, such as a small Larsian bow.

"Again, this pattern. Again!"

But although it was easy, it was not moving.

Quickly, when he punished the bow to the arrow barrel blessed by the Elf goddess he was carrying, he pulled out a short magic wand (Magic Wand) in a flowing motion.

"Bullet of Reason (Force Missile)"

Three wands came together in a special magic clip. Waving it, a bullet of pure magic fires three shots and crushes the giant earth spirit.

Though the power itself is inferior to spells derived from the source, none such as being resistant to pure magic.

That trust is hard to replace. Especially when dealing with elementals.

The giant earthly spirits turned into earth masses and returned to the source world without being able to do anything.

The Bullet of Reason, now unleashed by Larsia, is a theoretical spell on the third staircase. A magic scepter (magic wand) is a magic device (magic item) loaded for easy activation with one keyword.

However, it is not as convenient as can be used by humans without witchcraft qualities. In other words, a bandit, a master of bows, will be learning even magic.

Usually, it can't be.

The Triades are now to know with their own hands.

The fact that they are some of the most powerful adventurers in the Brewers world, who have fought this "book of nothingness" they have built for a long year and have driven that organization almost to destruction.

"Hear my wish, spiral of despair. Blasphemy."

A magician chants, a theoretical spell. Priests pray, divine spells. Although the composition and effects are different, there are common weaknesses.

Activation requires mental concentration, which leaves you defenseless from the attack while you are in mental concentration.

"There's a gap!

Nevertheless, that too must be vigilant if there is a warrior waving his sword in front of him - only to the extent that

Who would imagine.

Spike Flail's blow, released more than 10 meters away, smashes the surgeon's skull through its slightest gap, etc.

Rather than a flail, it's just as powerful as using the ship's Ikari as a weapon.

"Here we go!

Using that excess, Exile spun his arms around and beat Spike Flail to the water spirits who had just been summoned.

The rock giant's muscles twitched, the magically enhanced Spike Flail distorted by impact, and the water spirits turned into a light puddle.

Plus another blow.

Again, the blade to be returned was wielded, and Triade, who tried to resurrect in "The Heavenly Fate of Gram Death", was desperate.

"It was quite a formidable enemy"

"You're lying, old man"

Exile doesn't move.

"True. The recoil hurt me a little."

Exile's Spike Flail has a thunderbolt at the moment of impact, demonizing the power of the attack itself to the bottom.

It was himself who called Exile to demonize him, but the powerful recoil also goes to the user.

If you look, there was blood in his arms like Marutai waving Spike Flail, which reaches more than 10 meters, mixed with sweat.

"Maybe you want to bring yourself to your strongest enemy or something like that?

"Who's going to heal that wound, huh?

Through Arcia's calm to a cold voice, we both stretch our spines.

The usual interaction.

It was also for a moment that I was about to soothe it.

Not wandering behind Triade, Il Canjual, Prince of the Spirit of Fire, finally took a step forward.

That's all, the air's changed. Tension also runs between the six of us.

"Know who you are, mortal."

There will be more than 20 meters, the top floor of the high ceiling.

The giant that fails to reach it is wrapped in full-body armor, just like Valtrude, and is covered with even more inky evil flames.

He didn't have a shield, and he had a giant spear that just seemed to put humans together and skewer a few.

But he and I are still far apart.

For this reason, Valtrude, on the front line, set up a shield and prepared for the assault of the Spirit Prince.

"Exile"

But the anticipation is off.

A powerful word uttered by Il Canjual struck as a storm. I'm about to be blown away by the magic wind, and it's best to stay on the spot.

"What spell!?"

I'm finally covering my face with my arms, and I can't keep up with the spell analysis.

In just a few dozen seconds the wind stops and silence comes into the underground space. No, silence. Because it's a space where no one else is.

"What?"

A robe stirred by the wind calmed down, giving the magician boy some leeway to observe his surroundings. But there's nothing there.

There was no one there.

"Extinction? No, that doesn't make sense. I can't be the only one who can help."

"Why, remain"

"Oh...... Right, you know what?"

The recovery from self-loss, ironically, was prompted by pure questions emanating from the Triade.

"This world - banishes the existence born in the Brewers to another dimension. I guess that's the effect of that spell."

As I say, speculation turns to certainty.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm Japanese!

At the same time as that proclamation, the white robe rocks.

What Yuut was wearing under the robe was black collared student clothing. Hometown clothes that I have been wearing all along while magically restoring them.

Heavenly Grass Brave.

That's the real name of a magician in this world who calls himself Yut Amaxa.

"Nippon gin?

Triade repeats the unfamiliar words, but Yut had already hit his next hand. Give me a hand in returning my deported companions.

"The heirloom knife is meant to be pulled out."

I didn't abandon myself, but I needed to be quite prepared to think through it.

A tremendous amount of diamonds worth 25,000 pieces in gold coins. If we say that it is equal to fifty years' worth of income for the common man, will we know its value?

I thought I threw it away, and Yut tore the spell document apart for nine pages.

"Grand Prize (Unlimited)"

Classified as the Ninth Staircase, the Theoretical Spell.

Any wish can come true, true magic.

Diamonds shatter and become light, and pieces of paper receiving that light form numerous magic formations.

A number of planar magic formations painted with light combined to form a three-dimensional laminate to cover the domed ritual space.

"Come home!

The wish was heard.

When the light converges, a vague voice emitted by a girl more beautiful than that light strikes Yut in the ear.

"Um, are you back?

Starting with Valtrude, all my people appeared where they were.

"I put it back. Expressions are accurate."

"I don't know, but you seem to have helped anyway."

I don't care about the details, it doesn't look good on my face. It's actually a big Valtrude, but I can get used to that gap in a year.

"Come on."

Again, Il Canjual moved.

Stick out the tip of a giant spear, where a flame paints a spiral.

"Industry Flame"

The helix became a belt of tail pulling, bursting in the center of the Yuts.

Light, sound and heat.

The three elements become confused and violently defeat, burn, and attempt to destroy.

It's a strange amount of heat that this underground space won't collapse. Perhaps it magically enhances the material itself.

"If you think you're back, something's burning you!?"

Larsia's screams echo.

But no one could afford to respond to that.

"Industry Flame"

Plus another blow.

Of course, Yut and Arsia are at the centre to take action against the magic of the flames.

Full Attribute Resistance (Resist Elements) is granted to all who gain full resistance to the flame itself, as well as adequate measures in case of temperature changes and inability to breathe.

In addition, he thought about it when he was exposed to flames beyond that, and he also practiced magic that would allow him to quickly escape the flames.

Nonetheless.

Il Kanjual's industrial flames burned down the party as if to bruise its surrounding preparations.

Little Jonah and Larsia of his body have been blown away by a blast, and Yut and two Arsian spellcasters with their defensive walls on their knees are both on industrial flames that erode his entire body.

Although the Rock Giant's Exile didn't even move small, it can't stay intact. He had burns all over his body, and it was willful to stand.

It's strangely miserable to be alive.

"Guys, you're alive, right?

"Oh. I'm safe."

The blast cleared, and the first thing everyone saw was a Rin Cathedral Knight standing.

Dirty with coal, it would still be burned, but its beauty was not matched.

"If you live, I'll heal you."

The words were somewhat minor to the facts. Because if she has an archbishop position, it is possible to bring even the dead back into this world.

Pray for the protection of God by Alcia with the Holy Mark in his hand.

Truss-Sink God, who directs the magic and death she believes in, responded to the wishes of devout and powerful believers and granted healing protection to his fellow citizens, including Alcia herself.

But...

"It won't heal. Could this industry flame be a curse?

"... is that what you mean"

I was exposed to flames and not injured. Cursed and consequently damaged by explosive flames.

The results are the same, but the causes are different.

In a short conversation, the two spellcasters go to that fact. It was something that other members didn't understand in the end, but the reassurance that these two would do something about it was preventing morale from breaking down.

"I don't know, but if you knock him out anyway, he'll win"

"Valtrude, don't get ahead of me"

Calm has not been lost from the priestess with the red eye bands.

"It's Truss-Sink, queen of sorcery. O merciful, who protects his soul after death. Death is nothing but an abomination. But we are destined to die. With your own strength, you will not crush your destiny."

At the end of the prayer, the moonlight poured down gently into a ritual space that could not look up to heaven. It illuminated not only Alcia, who prayed, but all her companions, healing all the obstacles brought about by the industrial flames.

It's not just a healing spell.

It is a "miracle" that unloads divinity and restores everyone's condition with its intervention. There is no impossibility in a divine spell classified as the Ninth Staircase.

"Yut, Yona. There are enemies on the left and right walls."

Despite activating the depths of the divine spell, Alcia skipped a warning to her companions without disturbing a breath.

Crimson eye bands are eyes that give her a simulated vision of blindness. That's why I also noticed the presence of enemies hiding themselves like Larsia.

"Ok"

With no less discouraging voice than Triade, Jonah shifts her gaze from the front altar where the Il Canjuals are, to the right hand side.

She is the most physically fragile, but had a full resurrection due to The Miracle.

"Elemental Burst"

At the end of the hand the girl stretches out, the wind gathers.

Chunks of wind formed by sucking away the atmosphere around them. Beyond the cobblestone, it grew to a certain spherical shape, flying at exactly the speed of sound to the designated wall of Alcia.

And an explosion.

A loud voice surrounded the underground space, and when it disappeared, the tragic bodies of Dark Elf assassins appeared suddenly, lurking in Transparency.

An explosion of sound waves that lightly slaughtered the dark elves with resistance to magic.

I mean, this is not magic.

A psychic technology system based on the human spirit. It was that power.

"Jonah is flashy."

Yut, watching how it went, turns the spell document with a bitter smile.

"Well, I don't know what's out there, but it's also a hassle to knock them down"

Now cut eight pages from the spell document and fly it to the compartment opposite the big explosion.

A parchment floating in the universe lined up at equal intervals.

When it comes to the image of a general mage, the market is set with an old man or an elf. That is, an image that takes time to master witchcraft but is thus built.

If you apply that law, Yut is too young.

At the same time, in this Brewers world, talent has nothing to do with magic.

Use, gain experience, and learn. That's all.

In that sense, no other magician would have gained more experience in a short period of time than he did.

"Seven Light Barriers (Raywall)"

Parchment wrapped in rainbow light, compartmentalizing the room diagonally.

It's not like we can't physically destroy it.

"Okay. You're working properly."

- From across the wall, I heard a number of overlapping screams. On the other hand, the rainbow wall hasn't even moved small.

Seven Light Barriers

Seven colored rays of flame, cold air, thunderbolt, sonic waves, strong acids, fierce poison, and madness emanate from the wall and are automatically eliminated from the upper theoretical spell of the eighth ladder.

"I don't know what happened, but you can't do anything about it."

"Smudge."

"Even in salt matches, if we win, we'll be fine!

Yut disagrees childish with Jonah as to whether she was poked in the pain.

"More than that, come on, Val. Come and save the world."

"Leave it to me."

Valtrude did not look back, but ran with confidence in Yut on his voice.

Aim is Il Canjual, Spirit Prince of Evil Flames.

"Stupid fatalist."

"Always victorious, Helenonia, take refuge in your faithful servant who seeks evil!

The whole body of Valtrude, who prayed to the victorious God, is wrapped in a golden aura. I set up a demon sword and met the heels of my boots.

From both sides of the boot emerges a white wing of magic with no entity.

A magic tool that temporarily grants the wearer the ability to fly, the military boot of flight (Boots of Wings). Use its power to recklessly charge towards Il Canjual.

There is a special power, the Demonic Strike, which God of Good and Order grants to his own Cathedral Knight. It's a blessing to fight evil and chaos.

Turning that into a more powerful assault, not just a slaughter, is Demon Assault. With Valtrude, it is even possible to crush the walls of iron that are more than 20 cm long.

Regardless, he is not the Spirit Prince of Fire who sits on it.

"Repent that savage courage."

Poke down the giant spear in your hand with a view to Valtrude.

No. No.

"Nothing can be done without the Sacred Sword, such as the Fatalist."

"Huh."

A massive mass with powerful magic concentrates on a one-handed sword. That's also a comparable impact to a meteorite crash falling on the ground.

Valtrude's assault stopped, his shoulders, his whole body muscles distorted, groaned, and screamed.

It can't be bearable.

"Always victorious." Helenonia gave you the sword to smash!

- Just, if it's a demon sword.

"Holy Sword March - Evil"

The blade of God cannot be broken.

On the contrary, Valtrude rebuilds the Succubus Sword and continues his assault.

"Yaaah."

It symbolized heaven as it was, crushing the tip of a giant spear.

"Busy. The fatalist."

Valtrude doesn't stop.

"I can't let you do this." Rotten Swamp "

"Counter Dispel"

One of the last remaining triades tries to summon the marshes of Naruto beneath his feet, who for a moment descend to the ground in order to stop Valtrude from advancing.

But by Yut's counterspell, he was lightly dismissed.

There is no longer anything to hold back.

"Do it! Valtrude!!

"Holy Strike Dance - Land Style"

The serial strike of the Supreme Demon Sword, waved by the Holy Knight Valtrude, became countless flashes and shot away the evil flames. A six-line sword flash, emitted at such a speed as to emit remnants.

All of it, Demon Strike. There are no other Cathedral knights who instantly make this much of a Demonic Strike.

Evil Flaming Spirit Prince Il Canjual. Chop, chop, crush, and destroy the flaming flesh. A serial strike that smashes a giant while being an attack of a line called slashing.

The transcendent, who by ritual was supposed to destroy his body and release the spiral of despair from the bondage of the gods.

That raised a distressed voice as if it were a human being.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

Screaming.

Silence.

Silence.

The giant of Il Kanjual, which was even close to the ceiling, repeatedly expands and contracts as it did at the end of the star.

At its core is the secret fixture (artifact) - the jewel of sandalwood fanaticism (Ebony Orb).

On black hole-like jewels, the Triades and their subordinate Fae. Besides, all the Seven Light Barriers that Yut put up and the bodies that were beyond them are sucked in.

If that's all, you deserve it. I can say the natural end of evil, but that can't be done.

The well-fueled jewels were crushed and the flames, heat and light burned through the vast ritual space made of obsidian.

It's like being in a blast, it doesn't help.

- If it's normal.

"It's the last big move."

From the spell document, nine pieces of paper are detached and danced into the universe.

It turns into a chains with crimson light, and if it stays like this, the castle of the black demon is laid aside, enveloping the flames, heat and light that could even explode the King's capital just below.

Magic Dismantling

Though the magic running wildly escapes its confinement, the chains of "Magic Dismantling" counter-extinguish and the hot wind of light diminishes momentum little by little as if to untie the intricately intertwined strings.

Supposedly developed by the legendary Great Mage, the Ninth Staircase's Versus Magic Spell.

That is, the ultimate counterspell.

"Shit, dude"

It should nevertheless be noted that the work was extremely difficult.

Yut's hands move as intricately as if they were going to untie the knot as if they were manipulating a number of marionettes.

"Yut, I'll leave everything to you this time."

"You're responsible, damn it."

I can't contain it.

At the end of the day, all chains are collected, struck, entangled and tied up in one.

of a few moments, but after a time when it was felt forever.

The outburst of magic was suppressed, and the traces of the demon were completely extinguished.

Later, the flesh wrapped in the evil flames of Il Canjual, as well as the two horns, which alone had human height, and the whole body armor, which would have been nearly a ton.

It blew up completely, and there was nothing left.

"Did you manage to win..."

Exile, a rock giant who was on the front line, crushes on behalf of the party.

Finally, suspicion turned to certainty, and Valtrude slowly turned around with her beautiful blonde hair.

And raise your demon sword and raise your voice of victory.

Cut off one of the legendary scenes, like a painting by the hand of a famous artist.

But Yut didn't have the energy to follow it. After expressing relief with a grand sigh, he sits on the spot without a problem with his uniform trousers getting dirty.

"Yut, it's cool"

"Yona's scoring is too spicy. Take a closer look. I'm just a high school kid, okay?

"Caucose? As always, Yut's statement doesn't make sense."

Gray-haired red-eyed, albino girl blamed Yut with her gaze from above.

Jonah was created in the Book of Nothingness as a man-made creature compatible with psychic powers, so the exact age is not known.

If it was Japan, Yut had a hit that it was something like a high school or a new middle school student.

It's so luxurious flesh that it's going to break if you touch it, and it's not feminine yet. Because of the sluggish shortcuts, Exile and others were mistaken for men at first.

"Yut, Val is looking at me with praise. Stroke and work with your head, too. As usual."

I can't say no if asked.

Cleric, wearing a red eyelid, despite its out-of-phase, actually feels good in person if she tries to deal with it, and she just feels better talking. In addition, you will realize that just as well Valtrude is a considerable beauty of something inferior.

But.

No matter how beautiful it is, there is unanimity that this Alcia is the scariest part of the party.

"Ah, take your time. I'm gonna catch a little treasure or something in this room."

"Totally, you can say whatever you want..."

Meanwhile, Larsia, a stance who does not enter into human love, began to search for the center of the "Book of Nothingness", where the ritual of the Resurrection of the Evil Gods took place, just as the bandit's main show of power.

The blow of arrows emitted from that bow penetrates the steeple in different dimensions, and you can tell from earlier divine work that it has raised numerous battles.

But what seemed most delightful was when this loot was collected.

"Yut, we did it."

"Oh, I've been watching."

If you can't get into it forever, Yut will stand up with the spell document in one hand. The white robe of the testament, a magician of goodness, is dirty, and although it gives me a headache for the difference from Valtrude's brilliance, there is nothing I can do about it now.

"You look as good as ever, Val."

Not because they told me otherwise.

Yes, while I make excuses in my heart, I'll put my hands on Valtrude's beautiful, long blonde hair and screw it up.

I narrowed my eyes to feel good and shivered all the time.

Yut somehow associates a dog he had when he was on Earth.

"Ugh, um. That's the end of this long battle."

"Right...... Really, there was a lot going on."

World of the Blue Covenant (Brewers).

A fantasy world of swords and magic that many adults and more children dream of, even in the home of Yut.

He, too, had borrowed games like that from his friends in the same football club.

This is a different world for Yut.

Japan on Earth. Born and raised further south of the capital city of Tokyo, he became the feather of being an adventurer as a great magician in this other world for whatever reason.

And now he's one of the hero's stewards.

Those days of adventure are over today.

I had already found a way back to Earth. All you have to do is get ready for it.

"Uh-huh. For the last time, you didn't have much dizziness. All in all, about 200,000 Gs. I'm glad the explosion didn't damage the treasure."

Small and large gems, ornaments, gold coins, white gold coins, magic fixtures and more. As soon as I found him, Larsia, who was throwing him into an infinite bag of storage, blew up such a grief.

"No, it would be a lot of money"

A single gold coin - a rare occupation where you can earn 1G even if you work all day.

Simple comparison is difficult, but if you think about shopping alone, it's worth about 5,000 to 10,000 yen for 1G, which is Yut's sense of body.

In other words, would converting 200,000 G to the monetary value of modern Japan be about 1 to 2 billion yen? It's a reward for breaking even if you think about splitting it and putting your life on the line.

"But considering it's the result of searching the headquarters of a suspicious religious group, why do I feel like I'm not?

"Without knowing it, it's something you get used to..."

Maybe I can't help it either.

Spike Flail, in the hands of a reflective style exile, wielded fierceness.

The bespoke weapon, covered in rare frozen steel, boasted a range exceeding 10 metres despite its proximity and was endowed with various magical powers.

Worth more than 100,000 G on one of these. It's not strange if a castle is built.

Plus, what happens if you add the dragon scale armor that Exile wears, the magic shield that floats in the universe and automatically protects the owner, and all the other gear.

Not to be disgusted or proud, they have just enough wealth to spend the rest of their lives doing pulls, even if they start over a hundred times or so.

Still, it was the adventurer's life (style) that exchanged the income for better gear and continued the journey and battle.

"Mm. An earthquake?

"Oh, don't worry"

"Yes, it's floating, but there's no earthquake."

"Yona, isn't it going to be kind of awkward?

Have you thought about this black demon castle falling into the king's capital? Valtrude whitens and sweats a cold look.

"No, I'm fine."

Ahead where Yut pointed to the ceiling.

The domed ceiling did collapse, but it wasn't physical. When the strings can be untied, the castle of the black demon will be fogged in the air if it loses its entity.

"The Magic Dismantling with the Jewels."

"Well, I see."

"That's very clear."

Larsia puts tea in the Valtrude, which she doesn't seem to understand at all, but it's a sight as usual, so no problem.

"You don't have to worry, do you? Then it's time to go."

"Right."

Yut nodded lightly at Arcia's suggestion.

The enemy was defeated, the world saved, and treasure acquired. I don't have a body or a lid, but I don't need to stay longer.

Turning the spell document, Yut gathered everyone around himself.

When you cut exactly seven pages from the spell document and release it into space, it circles around you and begins to emit a pale magical light.

"Moment Move (Teleport)"

(At first, I've moved to a different location from my destination...)

It activates while immersed in memories, but now I was just disturbing some concentration, and there can be no such failure.

The Yuts flew to Sejour, the king's capital beneath their feet, to report the upside of the incident.

Afterwards, I don't understand exactly what the big commotion will be.