Maou no Hajimekata

It was like a giant earth tower.

"What is that? What's the point?"

I have not replied to the question of the Sand King. Because I don't have a mouth to answer.

Except it brings the sight of the far other land to his mind, according to the wishes of Usermart.

The cylindrical tower, made of dirt, just seemed to gather the dirt and set it up. It's huge, but it's just huge. No mechanism is provided inside, and no surgery is applied.

Even if that was a weapon, it can't be a threat.

Because it's far beyond the sea, on different continents.

I knew the Demon King would connect the gates and bring his power from there, but I also know that there are limits to that. It's impossible to bring such a huge substitute by then.

Possible, is it positive? That is how Uselmart concluded.

Do something meaningful to distract him and distract him from other things.

That was an effective means.

All Knowledge is a powerful force, but it has some drawbacks.

The ultimate thing is beyond the reach of the human head.

If you want to do it, that's everything in the world, you can count to the number of grains of sand, but you can't handle it with a person's head. You can look anywhere in the world, but you can't see places you haven't seen.

"... I see. This!"

Exploring the area around Oulu, Usermart discovered it.

Red-haired swordsman. Probably the strongest pawn in the hands of the Demon King.

That was the practice of transferring slaughter to fly and slash and tear.

I see, if you're going to beat Uselmart in this situation, killing him himself is the quickest way to go.

If I had that girl's power to transfer anywhere, that would be possible, too.

Then he hasn't noticed yet. That measures have been taken.

The pyramid is not just a fortress. It is in itself a generator of enormous boundaries of power.

In it every god but the Atom God he believes in is cut off in power and disempowered.

That girl jumped into this, but at the end of the day, the transfer will never come true again.

If I say I'm strong without the power of God, I don't have a single little girl, no makeover, etc.

You can use your wife's hand for anything. Either way, Usermart's victory is no longer wavering.

- The moment I was so sure.

"... what?

The Sand King distorted his expression.

I stare at the sight as if I were frightened, and I open my eyes.

"Stupid......"

Impossible sights were spreading there.

"of a man... hear of a vessel of a man, what do you imagine, Sakya"

"Vessels......?

Sakya leaned her neck against Oulu, who inquired of her sleeping beard.

"It's hard. The heart that forgives and accepts others…"

"I see. Misha would have the ability. That's what I have."

How sleepy is it? To the words of Pompom and Talking Oulu, but Sakya takes seriously.

"Right. Normally, when God empowers people, it goes down to women...... witches. But the Seno god is a special god. They're going to empower men."

The Seno god is a god who originally looked like a male root. Maybe that's natural to help a man, Sakya thinks.

"Uhm. So, Misha says, there's no difference between the power you could otherwise wield with me and him. But I say I can only wield my little powers because my vessels are tiny."

"Ha... So was it about spiritual power or magic?"

"No."

Oul shook his head and said.

"Size of a penis."

"Buh, guh, guh, guh...!

Sakya blew out her thoughts and laughed as her face turned bright red.

It would be too weak for the lower story, Oul continues his conversation as he shudders.

"He's a Seno god. It's a god that blocks boundaries. If so, the size of that boundary is proportional to the size of what blocks it. I mean, penis."

"Buuuuu! No, please don't."

Sakya laughs with her belly even as she knows it can't be.

"That's why I made him. My heavenly dungeons are big enough to pass, man!

As he abandoned himself, Oul shouted.

It's the end of a walking dungeon that Oulu once created when he fought Merizand. Created the rage that its physique deserved that it would never move again, and Oul dwelt there. I can no longer prepare enough magic to make that body stand, but if I can only burst the area, I can't make it.

And in that awfully stupid way, I came from different continents.

The ruin for Uselmart.

"You look really good. Don't you think?

Mellie, too.

Marie replied to a shuddering mix to her older sister projecting Uselmart as she looked pleasant on top of this.

"But this is handy. I never thought the English Spirit would have such a use."

Living in Merizand's body is the English Spirit called in the name of 'Ignorance'. A blind Gaius, a thousand-eyed bearer who sees everything.

"I just taught you a little bit. My sister quickly mastered the mouthpiece, and your sister is sad and proud of you."

"Different years, different years. Come on, gentlemen."

Merizand, who housed the English Spirit in him, was able to draw on his power more skillfully than Marie herself, on the contrary. The sight of Merizand is reflected in the sight of the archers, who float like a window in countless rows.

These are the bowmen of the Black Art, headed by Ellen.

"The arrow bullets are infinite! Shoot as many as you want!

Its arrows are the countless trees that grow in the forest of heavenly dungeons. Where they lived and got used to it, it was like a sanctuary with powerful magic in itself. You don't need any material or magic to break that branch and process it into arrows. Because the branches themselves already contain a great deal of magic.

Arrows pouring down like rain from dungeons floating in heaven, but shooting through the corpse soldiers precisely and incomparably. It was the first stunt that Merizand's manipulative Chiri-eye and Art's magic moves combined could do.

But there are too many corpses against the arrows, and there is no steeple for them that are already dead. Many did not stop the movement just by piercing it with arrows.

"Wind. Clouds, my friend. Please divide the grace."

There, the white arves led by Ceres call the clouds in magic at the same time. The clouds, also scratched from different continents, rained real rain and wet the corpse soldiers.

Even though they are vulnerable to water, the corpse soldiers are not weak enough to collapse to the point where they are wet in the rain.

But it's also a story if you don't have raw wood arrows in your body.

Eating into the meat, the rain-fed demon tree of Arv instantly grows and grows and eats them up while also taking in the surrounding corpse soldiers.

And there came a silver dragon. It is the body of Methus, where Wolf the hero lived.

The poisonous breath that its body breathes quickly melts and rots even the bodies of the dead.

"Sophia's... um, you don't seem to have a problem"

If Merizand had turned consciousness from under his eyes into the dungeon, a three-necked beast would have rushed at an unstoppable speed to his eyes. It's not the brave lady knight that crosses its back - it's the simple daughter. But it's Mio, the demon king of the scarier beast than anyone else.

Her biggest drawback is that Mio himself, who manipulates the Warcraft, is defenseless, as Xana made him poke.

If you are a large group or a huge opponent of enemies, it is not a problem, but it can take a lag for a single strong man.

- No. There was.

Until the other day, we were talking about.

A small corpse soldier is slashed by scratching Cerberus' nails and fangs, poking his surprise from the blind spot.

Mio never looked at you, and put his left hand up all the time.

Then a little snake pops out of its cuff and takes the sword.

At the same time another head that grew on the tail of the snake bit the corpse soldier's neck.

The venom of that snake, known as the double-headed snake (Amphisbaena), instantly turns a corpse soldier into stone and crushes it.

The corpse soldier, stuck to the ceiling, fell and ambushed, burned in an instant by the flames of a small fire lizard (salamander) on Mio's right arm.

The short knife thrown off is bounced off the invisible wall when the little beast in Mio's chest shines the jewel on his forehead. Carbuncle, the warcraft that freely creates the world.

After dozens and hundreds of sacrifices, the corpse soldiers finally succeeded in scratching the protection of the Warcraft and slightly scratching Mio's cheek. But I wondered if the white bird on her head had licked it with pepper, and the wound disappeared instantly, dozens of times deeper in the same spot as the corpse soldier who touched the bird's exhaled breath. Caladrius, the divine bird who directs medicine, had the power to suck away a person's wounds and illnesses and give them to others.

Even if Mio himself is unaware of the attack, the Warcraft, which has spread all senses in all directions, will always perceive and prevent it. Soothe immediately, even if you couldn't prevent it. Mio, wearing many small warcraft, was no longer a full-body murder weapon and had achieved a comparable existence to the army alone.

"... if you flip an anti-flag, there's nothing you can do."

"Let's give up then"

Marie replied cleanly to Merizand holding her head.