Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Distanced from being caught in the collapse of a water dragon, Valtrude waves a sword of exorcism that will not lose its shine even when bloodstained, turning his gaze toward Ig Nus-Zad.

He said he won the trump card, Demon Strike, over the water dragon while keeping it warm, but he hasn't smiled one.

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And also, Triade doesn't show any emotional movements. Not because it's hidden in a mask. In fact, because it was the result as expected.

The hosts of demons who pushed the clouds and the counts of Istas to stand on their doom are devastated.

Ig Nus-Zad, the subgod of the evil spider, is also stopped by just one rock giant, cutting off enormous vitality by several adventurers. Blasphemous charisma is nullified by not looking directly at it, nor can it keep up with its ability to regenerate.

Ig Nus-Zad's attack is certainly catching up with the rock giant (Jarloot) - Exile. But I can't kill you. If you can't kill him, a priest wearing a red eyelid - healed by an Arsian spell.

Meanwhile, the meadow race (Magner) that shot through the steeple of the dead giant - Larsia - has been shooting herself flourishing as she hides herself in the spell of Full Transparency (Incognition), and the artificial brave (champion) - Yona's psychic powers are all undiminished from a distance.

And it was the abominable mage - Yut - who supported that action.

Regardless, all of that is limited behavior, but in the midst of being reminded that Ig Nus-Zad's vitality is the same again.

There are a number of miscalculations, but right now, the most poisonous one is probably poison.

Ig Nus-Zad's fierce poison that even kills dragons.

With the effect of various spells, the largest weapon is deactivated.

If the opponent was just an army, it would have ended in ravages.

If the enemy had been just a hero, he would still have defeated them without bitterness.

But hatred was an adventurer.

It's nearby, and there's no loophole. Not failing to prepare for victory, an abomination.

If so - it's a simple story.

Raise the stakes and cut more ghost bills. That's all.

"Eat my soul, Yin Fountain Dagger (Shadowell)"

No patrol, no hesitation. Triade stuck a pitch-black dagger to his heart.

I'm blocked by a mask, and I can't see the look on my face. But even if there was no mask, it could be said that the expression underneath was more expressive than the mask.

"Yut, Alcia. What the hell is he doing?

I don't think it's sane - originally, a fanatic - to act, Valtrude, who just butchered a water dragon, asks his people.

"Is that - a secret artifact?!?"

"I feel evil signs. Didn't you summon something at the price of your own life?

The two guesses were only half correct.

The activated Yin Fountain dagger sucks up Triade's life and begins to vent a similar temper to black smoke. It became a shadow, symbolizing a slender, enormous alien.

"I guess...... Ambral Demon..."

Seeing as that, Yut succeeds in identifying his enemies.

Down dimension, daemon species with evil phases living in Nara. Demons created by evil gods can still appear in material worlds such as the Brewers at the behest of evil-serving clerics and magicians.

Ambral Demon attributes are chaos, shadow, evil, and darkness.

A brutal hunter who has no entity and who lurks in darkness to hunt every creature.

But I'm not the kind of person who feels threatened by the Yuts right now.

I mean, that's the biggest problem.

Why did you summon such a daemon species until you gave up your life?

"Generate."

The summoned Ambral Demon gradually begins to integrate with Ig Nus-Zad.

Some daemons possess not only the undead, but also the creatures of the material world and manipulate them as they please.

Some techniques blend different creatures, like Kimyra and Fresh Golem.

But this is none of them.

A shadow that completely covered Ig Nus-Zad.

In it without letting the light through, Ig Nus-Zad was about to be reborn.

That Ig Nus-Zad said that the family of the helix of despair (Leliouria) was a hybrid born with Ambral Demon. Yes, the force of the secret fixture is rewriting the cause and effect.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

The production shouted.

The shadows are clear, and the darkness is deeper at its center.

Four pairs of eyes glowing red and demonic. Hair covering the whole body. matte black back. Eight thin, long legs. Hook claws growing on the tip of the foot. Large jaw and sickle-shaped horn.

Indeed, it retains the characteristics of a giant spider subgod. But the ambiguous contours are as haunting as a shadow painting.

While you are there, the signs of evil transmitted by the leak overwhelm your surroundings. Even if you are switching to a pseudo-visual, its mere presence bends your knees or puts you in a state of panic.

"But if you hit me, you'll die?

But Exile came forward.

I have experience in both Demon and undead victories.

Creatures that did not have entities only responded about half the time because of their physical senses.

"Back off, old man"

"Don't worry, I'll punch you twice"

Yes. Hit him till he dies and he dies.

With faith on board, Exile wields Spike Flail. You don't have to aim. Just do your best, punch through!

"Out of the way. But I'm not asking you to step aside. Kill one person at a time. Capture your soul and make resurrection spells unusable too"

The cold, quiet, creepy words of Triade.

That sounded low, because Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral's mouth - though it wouldn't have biological significance already.

"He kills me in turn, politely, surely"

The first words with emotions came ironically from the assimilation of Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral.

Still, it doesn't matter, Exile keeps waving Spike Flail.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh"

With his roar, Exile continues to beat him without pulling a step.

The shadow spider god glanced at the rock giant who kept rising beneath his feet, shaking his obscure but robust claws down mercilessly.

But Exile doesn't go through with it willingly. He seemed reckless, but in a frenzied state, too, he had a chance.

I have experience in both Demon and undead victories.

Of course, you've had that attack.

Undead attacks with spiritual bodies pierce both strong armor and magical defenses. But for that matter, you can't make a physical attack. Sucks energy and debilitates the flesh.

Blood doesn't have to flow to make things fatal - but the attack should be prevented by the Wall of Life (Vital Wall), which Alusia granted in advance.

Leaving the attack of the giant claw to hit, in fact, the shadow claw transmitted the shield of the Exile through the armor - bringing back the entity on the verge of touching the flesh of the rock giant.

The reopening of the Exile.

The style is simple but therefore strong.

But at the same time, it's brittle.

before a stronger force.

"Guru."

Ig Nus-Zad on Exile's chest: Ambral's giant nails pierce, decide and pierce. No matter how sturdy the rock giant is, there's not a single one of these.

But at the same time that the Exile falls to its knees, its body is enveloped in a blurry light.

The Sacred Mark of Truss-Sink God rises on the body of Exile and the spell of The Unyielding Covenant (Fortitude) is activated. Exile regains consciousness.

But even more Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral was pointing his long and mighty horn at Exile.

There is no way to resist it.

Slipped through all the defenses and the shadows skewered it. Moments, a heartbeat is lost from the heart of a rock giant.

Die.

God's protection saves that predicament.

Again, Exile's body was wrapped in light.

Though the (Faith of) Heavenly Fate (Andes) is now automatically activated to instantly resuscitate Exile, this is out of stock.

Furthermore, Ig Nus-Zad: The attack on Ambral is not yet over. Are you trying to kill him politely and reliably as declared, pulling through the corners of the shadow and at the same time seeing the claw blow again.

Pale, work-like attack.

"Save it from disorder," "Indomitable."

On the verge of being fatally wounded.

Arcia puts a barrier by divine magic on the front of the Exile and manages to cut through the onslaught with minimal damage. But it was a piece of paper.

Unable to kill until the impact, Exile, boasting an unsinkable reliability, falls to the ground and Spike Flail falls out of its hands as well.

"Old man!"

For the first time since this battle began, Yut felt in a hurry.

"I won't let you do this any more!

There, Larsia breaks in.

When the bow and arrow were ineffective, I took out a magic short wand (Magic Wand) instead - as usual I can't see it due to Full Transparency - Ig Nus-Zad: I swung it down toward Ambral.

"Bullet of Reason (Force Missile)"

Several arrows of magic are released from behind the giant beast of shadows, and they arrive simultaneously.

If magic was the arrow that formed the field of power, it would certainly be able to give an effective hit to a non-entity subject.

Rather than that, you are right to say that there is no neutral and resistant creature compared to common attributes such as flames and cold air.

That's the common sense of adventurers.

Therefore, I never imagined there would be an exception.

"Our Lord, the spiral of despair, directs the field of power. Stop laughing at it."

Low and ominous words, emitted from the subgod of a spider that makes it huge and evil.

Its contours distorted, swirled, and grabbed the arrow of the force field released from Larsia's magical short wand.

Force field distortion.

The arrow in the force field that was going straight ahead was a turn. Launch point - flipping to Larsia.

"Whoa? What is this, impossible!?"

Larsian screams rise from nothing space and wooden spirits in the underground space. But it was also immediately undone by the impact of the landing.

"Alive! It's okay! But..."

It's about the mild Larsia. Thought you wouldn't be making a decent direct hit, but the Yuts appease that voice.

But now Larsia has lost her effective means of attack.

Reality is heavy.

When I was fighting the Book of Nothingness (Caios Evil), no one had ever used such power, including spiral priests and monsters of despair. If so, I guess it's not as easy as saying. There are some limitations and I may not say absolutely......

"I don't feel like trying."

So throw up, Yut looks at Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral from the front.

Totally, they took the flow. We need to rebuild. To do that, I need time.

"The Coffin of Reason"

Eight pages' worth of detachment from Yut's spell document surrounds Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral. At the same time it stopped, each was joined by light and became the culmination of a cube.

The theoretical spells classified in this eighth staircase surround the subject with cages made of pure magic and restrict movement.

It cannot be destroyed by physical means and does not even send spells, except in part. Sometimes this is the only way to “pack” someone who doesn't have a way to deal with it...

I don't have that sweet prospect with that one.

What I want is time.

Outreach While wondering that he was caught lightly, Yut prepares the next spell.

"Chronos Eyes"

Having completed the spell of the ninth staircase, Yut had once again become the inhabitant of the space where the moment had ceased.

I was ready for another time just in case, but I'm glad I didn't have to waste it.

Unfortunately to be alone, in this world where he has lost color, Yut indulges in thought without even showing the bare gesture of using a spell.

"First of all, the situation isn't bad"

Yeah, it's a one-on-six thing. The situation can't be bad because it overshadowed an overwhelming number of disadvantages.

The question is, will the two of them have to be given extra warnings?

"Well, the old man and Larsia worked hard. In fact, it was quite helpful. After that... how to defeat the monster for the rest of his face."

The trouble is that demeritization.

There are a few attack spells in the handheld spells I wrote to the spell document......

"I don't know, because at that level, spells are likely to be resisted, too. Jonah, too, is full of spiritual strength. Then I'll have to beat him, but he's a non-entity..."

And thoughts loop.

"Mostly, like an undead with such a giant, spiritual body, that's impossible. What kind of cheat... is that, undead? It's possible."

I made a note to my head about the other dangers I stumbled upon and decided to leave it to Alcia.

Turning thoughts again to Ig Nus-Zad: measures against Ambral.

"There may be if you look, but there are no bills to seal that one. There is no way to negotiate. You can't defeat them or let them get away with it."

Whatever you can think of, cite the means you can take and dismiss it.

"And there can be no more (...) resurrection than the spiral of despair on this occasion (...), nor will there be any help or intervention from the gods"

Yuut twinkles as he looks up at the obelisk behind him in a meaningful way.

When this happens, the conclusion is one.

"At the end of the day, Valtrude."

She's the only one who can release an effective hit anymore. Rather than that, there is only Valtrude. All I could say was that I was lucky enough to be able to keep The Demonic Strike alive.

"Well, that's one thing to do"

Valtrude, the hero, the beloved girlfriend.

Support the sword with all your might, set the scene.

"That's what I need to do."

With a neat smile on his face, Yut lifted the Time Suspension.

At the same time as the colours and sounds return to the world, the arrows are given early instructions.

"The old man and Larsia take a distance and wait. You've worked hard enough, so it's your job not to die after. Jonah, I need you to cover for Val."

"Yeah. I'll just do it."

"... inevitable"

"Mr. Arcia, purify the dead on this occasion. They could use the body on Triade."

"... right. Leave it to me."

Holy marks lowered by Arcia on her chest, praying to the Goddess of Death and Magic.

"Valtrude, I'll make sure you get it. So I'll leave everything to you."

"Okay!

Either listen to Yut's instructions quickly or Valtrude begins his march toward Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral.

But Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral's consciousness was directed toward Arusia.

Ig Nus-Zad: The body of the shadow of Ambral itself shakes slightly. In human terms, it's an emotional move close to pity and contempt.

Yut's point was that he was shooting exactly right.

Why I purposefully remained imprisoned in the Coffin of Reason. That was to prevent me from focusing my mind on activating the Great Spell - and so on - and I wouldn't have to explain it. Robust prisons protect prisoners from outside threats, etc.

"Even if you notice by now, it's too late"

"No, it's not too late"

spiral of despair and truss-sink and.

Apostolic gaze at serving different gods collides.

"Army of the Immortal."

The spell was completed after Triade.

Darkness fills and erodes the surrounding Coffin of Reason, and shadows penetrate the cage of pure magic that should have no joints or gaps, obsessing the surroundings.

Signs of full-blown death.

No, it was originally full of death.

Goblins are Kobold, Sahagin is Auga, Giants are Water Dragons.

That decaying flesh, a resentful soul. Rise as one again in the shadows.

Forming legions, ravaging them, dreaming of revenge.

"The goddess of death and sorcery, the gentle guide of the heart, the queen of chanters, the great whale of the red medulla. Guardian of the peace of the dead. Lying there is not a wicked man, but by the hand of the Merciful, that he may be given peace -" Miracle. "

Prayer was slow to complete.

But it did arrive. The goddess responded to her beloved daughter.

In the underground cavity without light, for the time being, the sun appeared.

Not the light of a warm day. A harsh but gentle sunlight that is still in heaven and illuminates people in the freezing cold.

With it, resentment is purified, the immortal is purified and returned to the dead, and the corpse itself becomes a particle of light and disappears.

Exactly a miracle.

"I don't mind."

In the miraculous sight in front of him, Triade has no way of moving his mind. You may not even think it's abominable.

Just to accomplish his purpose, he stretches out the tentacles of the shadow to unlock the Coffin of Reason.

It's like untying a thread, when you do.

"Oh, I don't like it. It's not a magic demolition class. It's not gonna disarm."

Yut blurred when he was shown the impossible sight. Even so, he moves behind Valtrude with a "Flight" spell on himself.

It's a matter of range, we have to get close.

It took courage for the physically poorest self to approach in this, but also for victory, again.

"But it's only by abandoning yourself that there's some floating water -"

"What do you mean?

"Being prepared to sacrifice even your own life means you can take off your predicament and grab success"

"That's a good word."

Courage was given by the always positive Valtrude, and Yut laughed. And I was surprised and laughed again at myself laughing in this situation.

Oh, well. So I made that choice easily?

I know you'll be pissed off later, but now, that's enough.

"It was you or the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) who destroyed Il Canjual"

"Valtrude Istas. And it is also what will destroy you"

In response to the current impending Valtrude, Triade calls in Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral's mouth. It was almost like confirmation.

There are no words to speak.

There's no need to talk about it.

Never have incompatible beings crossed paths with each other, yet there is nothing else to contend with.

"Right. But I told you I'd kill you for sure."

Heavy bass killing intent.

As he did against Exile, a giant shadow claw arrives at Valtrude. In addition, shadow threads come bundled and covered.

To Valtrude, who remains in an assault posture, it is impossible to deal with that attack.

- To Valtrude.

"Dimension Door Portal"

A flying yuut breaks in there and activates a spell.

A theoretical spell on the third staircase, arguably a simplified version of the Dimensional Gate.

Valtrude and Ig Nus-Zad: Between Ambral, a white door appeared. No pulse abbreviation of any kind, suddenly.

Besides, Valtrude jumped in without hesitation and Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral's onslaught cut the sky in vain only by destroying the Dimension Door.

Seeking the figure of Valtrude, Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral spreads perception around and distracts consciousness.

Two voices roared, as if waiting for it.

"Luminous World"

"Shining Raid"

Jonah's psychic powers and Arsian divine magic.

Light emitted from different sources strikes out the dark shadows.

It would certainly be temporary - to create that moment, we are inclining ourselves to the full.

In addition, Spike Flail wraps around a misty obsession, tying Ig Nus-Zad to the spot with long chains.

"Hehe...... I used it."

If you look, Exile's Spiked Flail had a blurry blue light.

"Is that ghost touch psychotropic? Larsia, you're the best!

Yut spoke out and said, as it was also passed on to Valtrude.

Larsia, who lost her hitter, secretly asked for the opportunity to assist Exile most effectively at the best possible time.

"La, aaaaaaa"

All the best.

Fully run the muscle fibers and pull the chain with full opening.

The opponent is too mighty. For some reason, the spirit medicine, which is supposed to hold for a few minutes, evaporates instantly, and in just a few seconds the commandments are broken, Spiked Flail falls to the ground, and the spider sub-god regains his freedom.

Ten seconds, no, would there have been five?

But it's a deadly void.

With that dedication of his fellow men, Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral loses sight of Valtrude.

"Go!"

Yut screamed.

If I thought calmly, I might have been able to support you with some spell.

But I can't think of anything like that.

"Valtrude!!

I just shouted out the name of my loved one.

"My Demon Strike isn't just Demon Strike."

Valtrude was in the front.

Divine, no less a diocesan knight than the incarnation of God.

Through the door of the dimension, Ig Nus-Zad: Valtrude, momentarily moved directly in front of Ambral, raises the Succubus Sword high as he stays hollow with his military shoes of flight.

The special power of Demonic Strike, which God grants to His own Cathedral Knight.

That is not to say indiscriminate, but varies due to the power of the user.

Power and the number of times you use it a day naturally.

One Cathedral Knight's Demonic Strike lowers his enemies to the ground by impact, while another's Demonic Strike has the power to slice armor like paper.

And Valtrude's "Demonic Strike" never misses evil.

Whether it be the Spirit Prince of Fire, the Demons, or Ig Nus-Zad with no entity: Ambral. It is Valtrude's Demonic Strike that does not allow evasion.

"Holy Strike Dance - Land Style"

Ig Nus-Zad vertically from the straight front: Rip the head of Ambral to a cross.

Then he slashed it on his leg, jumped up again, folded his corner, and drove the rest of it back in a hollow circle to stick a blade at the base of his neck.

A serial strike that gives no time to scream, extinct scream, or raise.

With each blow of it, Ig Nus-Zad: Ambral's shadow body shrinks and compresses as if it had been rounded, with the shadows clearing of darkness.

At the end of the day, it just became a chunk.

No, I can't even keep my shape as a chunk, a little obsession with fist size.

"At least save your soul in the presence of God"

Flashing like a mistake.

Without looking back, Valtrude puts the Succubus Sword in his sheath.

Demon Strike has now become an unmissable blow.