Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

And all that were on the spot were bounced off, and rolled like a wooden end, and some were slapped against the wall.

Sometimes it becomes the purple color of red and black and sometimes dark, and the storm of temper blows away.

Demons are beings distorted by evil gods, using evil as a mediator. i.e. have an affinity for evil.

Now, speaking of how evil works to those who are not demons, it's basically poison.

If you are outraged by evil, how it works as life goes mad.

Just being in a space with high concentrations of evil is harmful to the people, but the poison that worked out evil more aggressively to aggressively harm them is called 'Qi'.

The elves were vomiting blood one after the other, flirting with the blazing rage.

The vampire stood at the heart of a whiny storm.

Red stained eyes, and blood smoke blows from the wounds on his arms and belly, causing an evil wind in disgust.

Glossy black hair and maid clothes like fur were gleaming in the wind.

She was shy.

Even when her voice was scratched out by a storm, she was definitely, like, roaring.

As if to bless this moment, heh.

The herd was gathered together and the "reflection body" scratched out like smoke in the wind.

They were beings that were not holy but were shaped as' anti- and evil ', and were offset by being exposed to evil to keep them in shape.

The blowing temper still increased the pressure and naturally did not stay in the sinus.

Even as it stained everything around him, it became a wild breeze and blew out.

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The elves who lead to witchcraft noticed the anomaly at about the same time as the birds and bugs.

It makes my chest squirm, I can't show up in any way I can say.

I have a feeling of fear, pain and ruin as if I were being stabbed with a knife right now.

The next moment I thought the Great Spirit Tree made an unpleasant noise with Missiri, my temper blew out of it.

The purple of night and darkness shaded the calmly clear sky, erasing the leaking sun.

Birds and insects made noisy noises, flying simultaneously so that they could be driven away by indignation, and a small number were immediately curled with indignation, exhausted and crashed.

The nourishing soil revolved around the Great Spirit Tree and turned into a stuffed, foaming sludge reminiscent of the human body's guts.

The elves, who were lucky enough to be nearby, fell and lay down before they felt any danger.

The trees, half-witted by a mixed breeze, began to fade and shed their leaves as if they were dead.

But the trees that took the direct hit.

And the heartbreaking Great Spirit Tree, that was not the case.

The forest was screaming. It was the sound of twisted trees.

The trees, which looked neat and harmonious, were changing their appearance from the edge.

Twist me strangely, verse. Stand, black, black, stained with black that drives all the anxiety of living and living things. It was a venerable colour, called 'crescent colour' by the followers of the evil gods.

The Great Spirit Tree erupts a storm of exasperation from the sinus at the foot and from the wounds open all over the trunk. It was like a smoky momentum rising from the chimney of a blacksmith in the city of man.

The thick jaw, which was wrapped around as a passage like a spiral staircase, draped red juice like blood, growing suddenly as it branched into bullshit and tangled the Great Spirit Tree. As if you're sucking up evil nutrients from somewhere.

It certainly was something different in appearance, but not just in appearance.

The black-dyed, alien trees had something changed in their essential parts.

An order of chaos laid by evil gods. Part of it.

A process to reserved ruin.

It was cursed and transformed into a forest, where the universe dreamed of an end to dust and vanishing.

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And eventually, the wind stopped.

The elves are scattered throughout the vast sinus.

Everyone... even non-combatants survive. That magic had no direct killing power.

However, that does not mean 'I was safe'.

"Ugh, gu gu..."

"Hurrah, hurrah...!

"... ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

Groaning, coughing sound.

The burned skin rotted into black purple, some lost sight, some lost their voice.

You can't even rise to the pain that afflicts your whole body, and you can only relax in your blood reflexes.

The sober glow that was full of the sinus of the great spirit tree disappeared, and now the hazy darkness filled the area heavily.

The elves knew that was essentially poisonous to them.

Still, I didn't escape, simply because I couldn't even move.

"Hellfire Lid Heaven/Seven Generations Near (Ghosiera Rainael)".

Retaliation for the world. The cries of the abused.

Its absolute area of contamination engraves the world with the brand of curse. The evil of heaven and earth can only be dispelled by more than equivalent miracles, or else it will continue to sneak for thousands of years.

Magic to self-prove that the tragedy that befell me was a mistake that should not have been made in this world.

It was just one manifestation of anger, trampled like a feather worm.