Kill him!
It was the Immortals who took control of the first hand.
Under the first decree, the heroes who have become immortals stick out their blades.
It sticks out of all directions. It's not a metaphor anymore, it's a steel wall.
I can't escape.
There's no gap to cut in.
... so I slammed the force gushing out of the depths of my body in all directions as it gushed out.
The space is slightly deflected around me, and there's a lot of clear, colorless ripples.
――――……
A voiceless cry echoes into the cemetery.
That's not painful.
Comfortable tranquillity and a joyous cry for liberation.
The skeletons turned to dust, and the steel walls collapsed like sand.
Old weapon armor falls one after the other, making a loud noise.
The gaze is not pointed, but overhead, at a point in the universe, the lights are lit, and it is perceptible that they float to the sky and disappear.
Once upon a time, I did ask.
- GraceFeel's unique prayer technique gives (...) peace and (...) guidance to the soul of the dead (...).
Prayer for the Holy Light Guide (Divine Torch).
This technique is not usually that noticeable because the prayer handler, a precious healer, has little interest in being directly relative to the immortal on the front line.
but extremely powerful in this situation.
... the Immortal gathers lost souls again and tries to wake the wreckage of sleeping in the cemetery.
Again pray to the God of Lightning for it.
Colorless, transparent waves run, and all souls in the surrounding area travel to the gods in peace.
[What a freshman cleric!
Whether its speed, or its scale, was unexpected, the Immortal takes a bad turn.
I did become a cleric. [M]
But I know how to pray.
Looking at Marie, I've followed her example and prayed over and over again.
Now there's no way I'm confused by prayer.
"" Acceleration (Akkereletio) "!
Foolishly, straight into it.
I don't use far-fetched measures.
[Ku............]
We know that the Immortals are not as good at swordsmanship and physical skill as they have been so far on offense.
Otherwise, no matter how cautious you are, my sword won't take two shots.
I don't do small work, I even pack the distance.
You win if you put it in your nose. With a series of demon swords, it is now time to take a counterattack. Soon they will be dispersed!
[Destruction……]
And, my neck pops in the chant I hear.
He kicked the ground forcefully during a sudden acceleration and jumped sideways as he let his legs snap.
["Be here"!!
The Word of Destruction. With more than the gas output, the ground bounces and blows up.
I avoided a direct hit, but flirted with the aftermath of the blowing dust and wild shock, rolling down the ground.
The Immortal was bursting the magic of destruction toward the ground in a position that involved him.
That's right. You knew that.
God's "Wood Spirit" is only (...) hurtful with an extremely powerful (...) magic or demonic sword (...).
In other words, unlike the stones of an ordinary man's wizard, there is no need to fear the aftermath of magic.
It's not that I wanted to get myself involved.
... I also know that Immortals don't wear swordsmanship or body surgery in depth.
If this much vicious magic operation is possible at white soldier distance, then no sword or fist is necessary in the first place.
All you have to do is magically blow everything that pops into your nostalgia.
Until now, there's only one thing the Immortals haven't done.
It's just because he was trying to break my heart and take it in.
"Damn it!
The boulder is the back boss.
It's God's Wood Spirit.
You're an easy winner because you've awoken to new power!
But it hasn't changed, and I'm not willing to lose.
As unusual a magic operation can be, if you know it.
Whatever you do, smash it on this spot. So determined, he jumps up blocking the fine wounds with the Scratch Block (Close Woons) prayer.
There is soil and smoke standing around for crushed and winding dirt and sand.
…………
…… where do you come from?
In the middle of poor vision due to earthen smoke, the noose movement leads to a gap.
Sense the action of mana with the sensation of extending the tactile sensation outside the skin.
If there is a major move - that is, a sign of an attack that sweeps a wide area - we must jump out of the scene immediately.
Conversely, if the opponent makes a noisy move, he jumps into his nostrils and puts a blow to his stomach at once.
Tingle, time is about to pass...
".................. Huh!?
In my head, there's some ominous feeling that flickers like flashes.
Revelation of a warning from the Patron Saint (GraceFeel) for his current actions.
For a moment, I'm confused.
The Undead are at war with me.
He's obviously trying to kill me, and he's getting hot.
The situation is mutually reinforcing, if we keep fighting like this......
No.
No.
No way.
No way, what if it wasn't getting hot (...)?
"First...... Huh!
Temple!
It's a temple, hurry!
"" Acceleration (Akkereletio) "!
Run.
Run, run, run.
Run all the way up the hill.
That word and action of the Immortal, it's all bluff (...)!
He pretended to be surprised, hot, or irritated (...) and made me think he was passionate about fighting me!
Wrap some dirt smoke around it and let it glue the situation...
"Damn!
The goal was to leave me alone from the battlefield.
"…… Damn!!
He's after Marie and Brad!
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Run.
Run.
Kick Dead Grass Hill by chanting the accelerating Word many times, running at all costs as he pulls through the cold air wall.
I meant to, and I didn't.
God who lived for so many years that I can't even imagine.
There is no such thing as this world.
Scale beyond the human measure.
That's what I meant to imagine, I couldn't imagine.
If you believe in the invitation of Immortality, I may be somewhat of a watchful and vigilant person for Immortality.
But that's not necessarily an important story for Immortal Stagnate right now.
Ten, twenty years later, when I was faced with a crisis.
Thirty, forty years later, when I questioned him as I am now.
After fifty or sixty years, when I began to experience the pain of old.
Then you can show up and encourage translations by eliminating them again.
Even if the Wood Spirit can be killed, the Divine Body at the End of the Dimension is not how humans can do this to boulders.
Immortals beyond the human scale have many chances.
More of a problem for Immortals than that is Brad and Marie, and Gus.
If I were to get God's Prayer for the Light, I would return the three of them to the circle (...).
He closes his eyes and takes away the heroes who drew him to hand until half of them.
But killing me directly leaves me uneasy and uncertain in the present split when the gas destroys one crack.
Perhaps Immortals consider its risks and returns extremely calmly……
On top of that, he played Dodo.
Anyway, that's what surprised and pissed me off like the cheap enemies of the story, causing me to temporarily lose sight of the risk of detouring.
This is the first thing I was trying to (...) do!
He tried to make me pay attention and lose track of the three of them, and he made me lose track of the three of them to the Immortals.
... Without GraceFeel's instant warning, it would have been completely over.
What a terribly alarming existence.
".................. Huh!!
In time, in time.
Please………!
Run with that in mind.
Running up the hill, the front door of the temple that I saw was open.
"Marie, Brad...... ugh!!
Behind the temple.
There was an immortal.
I'm trying to reach out to Marie and Brad, who are full of creativity.
He must have tried to fight back.
The gas is stitched in black on the wall, and Brad, who stands to shelter Marie, is already about to collapse.
"......"
Seeing that, I realized.
I had to understand.
This distance, at this time......... will never make it.
Marie, Brad, and Gus have no room to cope.
... Come on, I'm bleeding out of my head.
No way.
Oh, no.
That's it.
With the help of God.
Finally bring it into a fight with each other......
And yet careless, caught in such a peten-like hand.
That's it, I can't believe...
[Hahahaha............!
The Immortal, convinced of his victory, reaches out to Brad's skull and sees it slowly -
- - The next moment, that hand was played.
"……… Huh?
Not me.
It wasn't Gus, Brad, or Marie.
Played the hand of the Immortal.
She was a woman dressed in soft clothes.
He stood still, sheltering Marie and Brad.
I don't recognize him. No, it's supposed to be.
I, for one, know the person…
"Ah..."
Marie opened her vain eyes.
"Ah, oh..."
His voice was trembling.
Tears that couldn't have flowed fall from Marie's eyes.
The woman's appearance was immediately as if it had been an illusion.
It dissolves in the flutter and wind, disappearing.
For Marie, smile mercifully.
Hold Marie.
So, that was enough.
It all passed on.
Marie was forgiven from the beginning.
She hated Marie and wasn't there.
Because Marie didn't ask for forgiveness. Because I didn't want a sweet attitude or anything.
That's why he kept watching and scolding him the way he wanted.
without stripping them of their protection, all the time. Ever. 200 years.
Until Marie can forgive herself.
… where is the mother who does not shelter herself in the crisis of her daughter who admires herself once in a while.
She is. Marie's continued faith in God.
Martel, the goddess of the earth, was a great goddess.
Marie cries out knowing everything.
A victory you should have been sure of spills out of your hand, a stiff immortal.
- And while I thank the goddess for her teasing.
Me and Brad moved when I smiled at the chance to come down and gush.
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"It's GraceFeel, the god of lightning! Rest and guide!
Immediately, I used a prayer technique.
The aim is Marie and Brad (...).
[What............ Huh!?
Immortals open their eyes.
Obviously I was stunned.
I didn't expect him to be the one to protect me. [M]
The Holy Light Guide (Divine Torch) is released.
It is a clear, colorless wave that leads your soul to the circle.
[... Chi! The circle, stall, guide, confuse!!
An immortal, aware of my intentions, unleashes a wave of impurities of conflicting nature that offset it.
Stand up for Marie and Brad.
... It seems paradoxical, but Immortals can't help but shelter Marie and Brad if they target them (...).
If I were to launch an attack aimed at Immortality, Immortality would leave it to God's endurance as a split body to try to grasp the two souls in a spirit of consultation.
For Immortals, the Wood Spirit is disposable, a good deal if you two can secure it in exchange for extinction.
However, if Brad and Marie were to launch the Holy Light Guide (Divine Torch), it would be a different story.
The two definitely won't resist. Without resisting, he slips through the hand of the Immortal and returns to the circle.
If that happens, for the Immortal, the very purpose of deliberately unloading the split into this dimension disappears.
It's a complete fracture.
To avoid that, Immortality finds itself in a strange situation of sheltering the two of us from me as long as I keep matching my prayer aiming at Marie and Brad.
Immortals today are just like righteous heroes who stand in front of ironic stories, villain attacks and in front of citizens to protect.
I have no choice but to keep my body up and not let one of the aftermath through at all.
And to undo my technique completely, to the immortal, whose attention was cut...
"WHY...... ah!!
A full-bodied Brad swung down the blow of his beloved two-handed sword, squeezing his remaining power though.
Though not as good as Eating Up (Overeater), Brad's score is also, of course, a true magic sword for his sword moves.
I can't ignore it.
The little less than a second that the Immortals spend dodging the
"" Acceleration (Akkereletio) "!
Too much for me to break through the temple!
["Destruction."]
The Immortal tries to chant The Word of Destruction.
"" Silence (Taquere) "" Mouth (Aus) "......!!
Its mouth forces a moment of silence.
Gus.
At the wall, he laughs at her while she is sewn on the wall.
He said that the power that gas could wield now was limited, but he decided on the best obstruction at the best moment.
- Anyway, use small magic with cleverness and precision.
I remember those words, taught back in the day.
"The Word of Existence Obliteration" was a more painful blow than the great magic, and now "The Word of Silence" is like a gas.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The left and right walls flow backwards like arrows.
Bullets and distances.
"Hey ahhh!!!
Impact. Hands on.
"Overeater" was protruded into the bosom of the Immortal.
[but... Huh!
Pull it out, slash it further.
Slash.
Slash.
Immortals also try to dodge and defend themselves, but this distance can contain everything already.
[Ouch... Ouch... Ouch!!
Slash.
Slash.
Slash it.
The effect of the Devil's Sword causes the crimson tsu to run and annoys the whole body of the Immortal.
[…… Will. Son of Marie and Brad, Apostle of GraceFeel, Will!
The Immortal stares at me with his hateful eyes.
It is not the hatred or intent to kill a previous act.
It is a genuine hatred, and an intent to kill.
[I'll never forget that name…… Unless you come down to our military gates, I don't think you'll have a restful night anymore!
Perfectly eyed.
But...
"…… that line sounds like a third-rate villain. God."
Cut and throw away in a nutshell.
Drawing the purifying power I could draw from GraceFeel, I slammed him into an immortal, swamped with crimson twats.
Finally, the Tree Spirit of the Immortal collapses away.
"On GraceFeel's Light Fire..."
... If you're afraid to get your eyes on me, I haven't challenged God since the beginning.
Poke the cutting edge of the Devil's Sword toward the extinguishing Immortal.
"I will not be yours. Live properly, and die."
That was my declaration of hostility, and it was intended for the disappearing Immortal Split.
The Tree Spirit of Immortality seems hateful.
He stares at me with a grudging gaze, turning into dust and disappearing.
… I stared at it until the end.