Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

A pitch-black space that stretches everywhere.

All directions. Endless spread wherever you go.

At its center - if there is one - Verga was shaking every bit.

A cold, tempered tentacle strokes up Verga's heart.

Unexperienced feel. A touch that shook my mind unintentionally.

Bikun Bikun and flesh react according to will.

No, is that really flesh?

The flesh was about to decay and the last measure ended empty-handedly.

All you have to do is wait for the doom.

Then we meet him again in the near future, and now it is time to accompany him.

Wasn't that supposed to happen?

"Well, it doesn't even seem like a place to wait until you come back"

Heaven, where the gods of good and evil dwell.

The Devil (Demon) reigns over Nara.

different spaces that exist between them and the narrows of the material world of the Brewers and others.

This space is different from any known world.

The evil demigod, slowly arose himself.

But the feeling of the flesh is still thin. Spirit - it seems as if it exists only in the soul.

I'm light, but I don't feel anything.

With the perceptual ability of a sharp demigod, I didn't know anything.

No signs of life, no earth, no sky, no direction, no gravity.

Nothing exists.

Nothingness.

If there is one in this world, it is not here.

"So what is the concubine among them?"

I didn't mean to ask a barren philosophical question.

In the first place, there must have been people who came into contact with the spirit of the red-haired empress.

Verga thinks of Yut in the back of his brain.

He should be able to gather information first, then get out everything he can and cut through the dilemma. Generally, in the direction of destruction or murder.

Mimicking it, Verga opens her eyes.

I don't see it. But enough focus.

Nothing exists, endless space.

The world that was supposed to be.

Suddenly, an influential magician appeared in the present of the evil demigod.

In a pitch-black nothingness, dancing silhouette.

Something deeper than darkness.

"The Spiral of Despair (Leliulia)...... ugh"

I've never seen that before.

But God's intuition led him to the right answer in one flight.

Twisted giant.

Synthetic organisms mixed with a number of marine organisms.

A collection of featherworms wrapped around a tuna.

A shadow of energy without an entity.

Whenever a shadow shakes, it takes on a different look.

All of which is the spiral of despair, not all of which is the spiral of despair.

Its indefinite cami reaches out to Verga again.

There was going to be a revulsion to be touched, but I was interested in what the thing that would wipe that world out would say.

――――――――――

"... ugh."

But Verga's predictions are betrayed. The spiral of despair could not have manipulated language.

Bullshit will come to the transcendental evil demigod with a giant rocky shock. It wasn't strange that the spirit was shattered and scattered. No, if it was meant to be, it almost would be.

Like the Triades, the leaders of the Book of Nothingness.

"Despair, doom..."

Even with all the spiritual waves, the red-haired empress will not break.

Capture fragmented thoughts and leak twinkles as if you were thinking.

"Absolutely... self-immolation/ruin -"

Many times, hopelessness in the form of tentacles strokes Verga's limbs. It wouldn't physically be, but it's mucus, sucker sucked, thick, twisted tentacles.

It gradually and gradually invades her spirit.

It was only if we became the demigod of evil that we could withstand many contacts.

But every time the image is repeated, the will of the spiral of despair becomes clearer.

- Yut, you can't get it forever.

It's fear.

And the despair I was lightly aware of.

He chose the light.

I didn't choose Verga.

I chose Valtrude Istas.

Why can I say all about it, such as in a few years, if in a few decades, you can pick it out? Impossible. That's never going to happen.

Reaching out to catch the star is the same as not reaching for it. That's why I said I was in love with him.

Verga's heart is poured out and his confidence is broken.

It was originally, a broken spirit. The helix of despair pokes, grunts, and expands it.

Can you tolerate that?

I can't forgive you, I can't admit it.

But the facts remain the same.

Abandoned. I was not chosen.

Does it make sense in a world he can't get?

In the first place, does life mean anything?

Neither man nor God can be immortal.

Well, then...

"I see. Is this despair"

Fluffy, Verga smiles.

Burning passion, too, is now pleasant.

The spiral of despair is what brings doom to the world.

The only thing that the gods of good and evil held hands and sealed.

If they were invaded by it, Yut would also panic and move to rescue them.

The only hope in despair.

At the end of the day, it even disconnects (...).

Verga gave herself up to despair.

Reaching out to Yut, Verga finally never got there.

The red-haired empress, who was quietly about to decay, inadvertently stretched herself.

What is happening? What is about to happen?

I don't know. I have no basis.

Nonetheless, Yut was screaming unexpectedly.

"Val, get away from me!

At the same time as issuing a warning to her fiancée, Yut also flies away.

At the center of his vision was Verga floating in the sky in the setting sun. If she had been conscious, she might have expressed joy with a slutty smile.

With that in mind, Yut rendezvous with Valtrude, slowly falling and descending onto the deck of the Tubassa.

"A lot, I'm sorry"

It was Larsia who came first. Then Alcia, who left the disposal of the monster to the steel guide doll (Iron Golem), also joins.

"I'll charge you later."

"Will you be"

"What's going on?"

Ahead of Larsia's gaze.

Black spirits (aura) had been released from Verga softly in the universe.

It's ominous, evil, and a miserable spirit.

"I feel a disastrous sign..."

"I don't know, I'm scared"

The late rendezvous between his true name and Petra also looks anxiously at heaven.

"It's not over yet."

"No. It's over. It's just the beginning."

Two people serving God nodded with certainty. That evil is not something that can be left alone.

"In the meantime, shall we do what we can"

Only at ease, a meadow race (Magner) mounted it on a large crossbow gun (barista) and fired it without question. There was little angle, but if it was Larsia's skill, it wouldn't matter.

Straight to Verga, where the spear and freshly missed flying body lie on their backs. If it's a giant arrow so far, there's nothing steep about it. If you hit the torso, that's the only fatal wound.

Yes, if you hit it.

Far before reaching Verga's dark dress, the attack of a large crossbow gun was struck down. with twisted tentacles grown from Verga's back.

No, it was struck down. It's not accurate. The moment he touched his arm, he vanished without a trace.

So, I understand.

"The helix of despair...... ugh"

Unexpectedly, Yut groans. Oddly enough, that was the same reaction as Verga.

Without knowing it, the Great Mage (Arch Mage) spins his brains.

I don't know how, but a spiral of despair trying to manifest Verga as a door, not an obelisk. The way to get out of it - is decided.

I need a number of miracles.

"Alcia!"

Without himself or the world, Yut roughs up his voice. I couldn't help but scream. In doing so, he, too, cleaves the pages of the spell document.

Verga's flesh swells so great that it cannot withstand internal pressure that it exudes evil spirits from the entire body.

"Truss-Sink, goddess of death and sorcery, praise you! I want jail! Perpetual prison to seal what is evil, what attributes the world to nothing!

At a rate that is also difficult to perceive, Verga's flesh turns (...).

What changed was a pink black cocoon.

No longer is the face of the red-haired empress anywhere.

"-" Miracle (Teulgi) "

Envelop that black cocoon with a wall of light. An octagonal prism that reflects the sunset keeps the spiral of despair on the spot.

A miracle was born in Folio-Farina, where the Blue Covenant (Brewers) was made.

"Grand Prize (Unlimited)"

In addition, the great sorcery of the ninth staircase continues.

Crush expensive gems without sparing them and perform reality alterations.

The wish is to strengthen the miracle.

Truss-Sink God's power that I wished to descend. The seals made thereby shall be multiply reinforced.

The pages of the spell document mingled with the shattered gems, becoming a belt of light and entangled in an octagonal cage. Then it becomes a giant chain, covering the black cocoon balls.

Things are different from the case in the Perpetual Robbery Forest, where doors closed if you use up your magic.

There is no means of annihilating the soul of the nucleus Verga. I therefore chose to seal it.

Best choice.

But I don't know how long I'll keep it. So powerful, so evil.

"Brave man..."

"Don't worry...... I wish I could say"

Acorn and Jonah, who were watching things change in the steering room, finally joined. Without the joy of reunion, the childhood friend girl calls her name anxiously, and Jonah doesn't let go by grabbing the hem of her robe.

At the heart of the disaster, a new catastrophe appeared.

Before this world could destroy the universe, the Yuts simply looked to heaven.