Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Shiro, I showed my face a lot. I don't know, excuses."

arrogant. And that uncomfortable Daxtum thing.

But it had to be interrupted.

"What are you going to do?

A wicked god asks in a cold voice the cutting-edge of Spike Flail that stands still in front of him. It is blocked by an invisible barrier that apparently was unfolding around it, but on the contrary, it also means that Exile's blow did not give him room to dodge it.

"I don't know if it's real or fake, but Daxtum would be the enemy"

So I attacked.

Should I say simple or short circuit? Either way, that speed of judgment is commendable.

"There is no real or fake. I'm me."

"Doesn't that mean you don't know it yourself?

"I do not accept the need to explain"

It doesn't even work on Larsia's mix. At the same time, Spike Flail is liberated as to whether the barrier has been destroyed.

"The only thing I need is a man there."

Needless to say, there was a yut ahead of me to sneak my chin and point it out.

It's unfolding as expected, but together we have trouble reacting.

"I don't need you..."

"You think that's going to pass"

Perhaps the opponent is neither Daxtum himself nor a minute god (avatar). Just like when we encountered it in the spiritual world of the mad all-knowing dragon Dal-Lukash, I guess it was the manifestation of the evil god that inhabits Verga's heart.

That's why I can't say I'm inferior in power.

"The blame for humiliating my daughter so much, here..."

"Bullet of Reason (Force Missile)"

Again, the attack is unleashed in the middle of the conversation.

Now Larsia wielded a special magic tool (magic item) clip that brought together three magic sceptres (magic wands).

Three bullets of pure magic fired out at the same time shoot evil gods.

Though multiple deployments seemingly prevented up to two shots by an invisible barrier, the one remaining hit Daxtum's forehead directly.

But the momentum only rocked my slightly golden hair.

She doesn't look itchy and doesn't even try to get up from her chair.

This extent is within the expected range.

Instead, you'd better be happy to hit it.

"There's nothing to talk about. I don't care if you come this far to justify your love affair."

"Don't worry. The sorcerer there (the wizard) is like a dog or a cat. I don't know who to mate with. But I can't help but give back the pain my daughter has suffered."

"If that's what you're talking about, this one's about to get a comfort fee!

The world's rarest picture of an evil god being hit by a prairie species (Magner), unfortunately, doesn't seem to have gotten through at all.

Meanwhile, Yut, who is supposed to be a party, is keeping silence.

Whatever you said wouldn't make sense, and I didn't think you'd honestly listen to that, even if you said you'd take responsibility and do something about Verga.

I never imagined a family-minded evil god or anything, but I can't say I'm not deeply in love because I'm evil. Exactly, didn't Verga?

In that sense, maybe I can say I'm a parent or a child.

"Anyway, get out of the way. Force Missile Enhancer

Additionally, Jonah creates a flaming arrow - no, a pile with a handful, and hits the psychic power.

"Then there must be none. Wrap it up and dispose of it."

Eating a pile of flame decently into its body - which should be painful - the beautiful boy, riddled with vice, utters a disloyal word.

"Listen, blasphemy."

The voices of the deafening and the purifying were compressed and released.

"Gu."

"Kuha."

Simple sounds alone are extremely difficult to defend.

The most unspoilt of these, Valtrude and Arcia, stiffen their bodies and raise their voices of suffering. Consciousness was hazy, and on top of that, light had been lost from the eyes of the Cathedral Knight (Paladin).

"Hear the blasphemy of the evil gods."

The divine spell of the seventh staircase was reproduced as a secret (Sacramento). No, the other way around. It reproduced the blasphemous voice of evil gods as a spell.

Exposed to what could be described as its original attack, Yut kneels on the spot.

"Nothingness Book" I have received several spells in my battle with Caios Evil, but I have never found a way to deal with it.

The blindness that Valtrude has fallen into is something that will recover in minutes, but it must be troublesome.

"To that extent."

Hear, the Voice of Blasphemy, is as effective as what purifies - the followers of good God. The rock giant Jarloot is also in pain, but relatively insignificant.

A quick recovering Exile swings Spike Flail sideways, saying this is all I have.

Low ceilings make it impossible to expect power as usual, but for that matter, certainty is high. A giant object, like an anchor, cuts the wind and approaches Daxtum.

"Hammer of Doom, Hammer of Evil"

The evil god chose the hand of the whole offensive.

Create a pitch-black hammer by means of a secret mark and meet it with Spike Flail.

A weapon that also slammed Taraskus collided with the hammer of the evil god.

"That was licked."

It doesn't matter, Exile can focus on Spike Flail. Blood drifted from the edge of his mouth because of blood vessels floating on his rocky skin and overcrowding.

"That's this dialogue, Shiro"

"I don't know who he is and who he is. God knows. It's no big deal."

"Decorate"

Daxtum smiles as he sits in his chair.

But my eyes aren't laughing.

"Die with regret for that grand speech"

It was an instant when the equilibrium broke.

The force yields to a stronger force.

Spike Flail was pushed back by the hammer of the evil god and his pointy tip pierced the ceiling.

Without giving it a glimpse, Daxtum's hammer flies straight to Exile.

"To this extent."

An inevitable rock giant puts an autonomously running demonized shield in the foreground and prepares for that blow.

Fulfilling - it worked.

"Guh."

The shield is jumped, and the dragon scale (Dragon Skyle) armor is heavily punched with an exile that is forced to retreat to the wall.

Rocky muscles are cut, bones are broken and guts are damaged.

Still, it did work.

Because it was avoided when it crashed into the wall and the damage went deeper.

"Yut, go!

A rock giant screams as he bleeds out of his mouth.

At the end of the rampant Exile's gaze was an open passage into the basement.

The path Valtrude forced to dig in to rescue Yut from Verga. It shouldn't have had to be reproduced that far, but it must have been somewhat impressive.

Of course, in a bad way.

"- Okay."

The tour lasted a moment.

Yut decided to leave this place to his people.

"The Great Mage's Shrink, Steps of Arc Mage."

Eight pages of the spell were split into two pieces and sucked under Yut's feet. Meet your shoes with a rainbow glow.

"I'll take care of it later."

Yut, who emerged behind Valtrude, struggles - naturally because he is wearing full body armor - to hold her up.

It's treated like a rice bag, but I just have to ask you to forgive me. Anyway, Daxtum and Helenonia are the great enemies of uncertainty. There was no way I could have left her, called the Virgin.

"Chronos Eyes"

And now cleave the 9 pages worth of spell documents.

The Theoretical Spell of the Ninth Staircase to Stop Time. Without special abilities like Dal-Lukash, none of us, even God, would be enemies in resisting its effects.

And even if it's hard to walk in charge, if it's instantaneous travel, I can handle it.

Stationary, gray space.

In the midst of which there was no sound or smell, the Yuts left the battlefield repeatedly for a short distance instantaneous movement due to the effect of The Great Mage's Shrinkage.

First, make a dry choice that would be better to describe as abandoning your people.