Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Come on. There's a much warmer breeze.

The wind dives between the trees and strokes the leaves.

There was a warm, raw feeling in the woods.

Every time it walks, I feel like I'm letting it squander extra strength.

I start walking in the woods, and I don't even know how long it's been.

This time I came to the woods with the aim of capturing the identity of the strange events that continue in the woods.

If it's a warcraft or a demon that's as influential as it's supposed to be, it's got to be a pretty big shot.

It will come in an amount that can pay off the debt significantly, and it will also do enough to satisfy Gaston, whose grievances are soliciting.

... But I'm hoisting magic at the tip of my wand for the sensing of suspicious magic, but the arms I'm raising have shivered plumply. Limits are close.

Something's already painful.

I unwittingly put my arm down and stop my leg.

The light on the tip of the wand, which was glowing lightly, broke.

"... time to rest, Abel? It kind of does, though."

Mere, who was walking beside me, sounds worried.

"No... maybe, it's okay. Maybe."

"My face is dead..."

Honestly, I didn't expect you to walk this far.

Sweat is terrific.

Sensing requires delicate magic control. Long time in this bad environment.

Physical fatigue, uncomfortable air, sensation of magic, these three are coming together to kill me.

"Something's getting really hard already. Do sensing use oatem…"

I hold the wand and wave.

The ground shines and the magic formations appear.

"হ ন (carry)"

When the chant was over, a world-tree authem appeared in the middle of the magic formation.

Shake the wand again.

Draw a magic formation to go to the source of magic of the type specified by the World Tree Ortem.

"প ু ত ু ল (Doll) ল ি ড (Guide)"

Light lights behind the eyes of the world-tree oatem.

Autem jumps on and on and on and on.

I set the speed fairly slowly with the break, so I won't lose sight of it first.

Well, if you lose it, just let it transfer to hand.

"Okay, we're going after that..."

I wipe my forehead sweat and raise my face.

"That autem is really handy..."

"Oh. It may be a little tough to make a flesh-bomb fight because it doesn't weigh, but we can do it more or less."

"If you have weight, you can make them battle the Warcraft with flesh bullets..."

There is no impossibility in Autoem.

The branches of the world tree should have been well worth the forehead they put out. That's what I believe.

If you give it a good function and put together a magic team, you can even have the Ortem carve the Ortem.

If we do it better, it should be possible to carve the oatem into the oatem and carve the oatem into the oatem we could.

If you can continue to supply magic efficiently and even find a forest with lots of good looking trees, you can mass-produce an infinite number of oatems.

Even if it takes a long look and thirty minutes to carve the oatem into the oatem, it will increase to four in an hour after carving the first one, and it will be a calculation of sixteen in two hours and two hundred and fifty-six in four hours.

Theoretically, if left alone for ten hours, that number jumps to about a million bodies, and if you multiply it by a whole day, it climbs nearly three hundred trillion bodies.

Though there is no place where such a number of trees grow, and my magic will never be enough.

I'd like to give it a try, but if I accidentally experiment, maybe the world will perish as it is.

But if there's anything that doesn't annoy me no matter how many autoems I carve, I'd like to try and see how many I can carve in a day.

"... Meir, water please"

"Wait a minute, please"

Meir took my hyottle (a water bottle made with fruit like ladybugs) out of her luggage and handed it to me.

I turn the hyottle up and drink water.

I feel somewhat better.

As I wiped around my mouth with my sleeve, Meir burst out in front of me and set up a bow.

"A, Abel!

I hear Meir, hands down holding Hyotle, looking forward.

Three ugly kid ghosts with green skin, a goblin, were blocking the way.

His face is thin and thin, and his eagle nose cut him open. My ears are pointy and close to the elves.

"Gahoo! Gahoo! Gahoo."

The goblins have a creepy grin and shake their sticks.

And, at that time, the color of the light in the eyes of the world-tree autem that is leading us on the road turns to red.

Rapidly increase speed and advance to the goblins cutting ahead.

It is a pre-assembled response operation.

When they are about to be attacked with hostility during activation, they are set in a magic formation to automatically fight back against the Warcraft.

The world-tree oatem plunges the body into the chest of the goblin.

Please, please, please. There was a crackling sound of sternum.

"Gapow!?

A strange disconnected demon screamed and goblin flesh scattered.

It was shaped snugly as if it had been folded and stopped moving.

""... Gaff?

In sight of the tragic end of Captain Cut in, two goblins in the rear stopped his legs perfectly and dropped the stick on the spot.

The world-tree oatem shivers his body and flies his blood around.

There was a red splash on the bodies of the goblins who stood still.

After flying the flying blood, the World Tree Ortem gives his gaze to two goblins.

"" Gaffaaaaaaa!!

The goblins rushed to the back of the woods and quickly lost sight of them.

I look down on that back and then I speak to Mere, who is solidifying in a bow position.

"I was just calling you my name, is something wrong?

"Yes, no... it's nothing. No, everything's gone."

Meir looked a little embarrassed and let go of the sleaze and bow.

The World Tree Ortem stared at me, but when I started walking, I turned back and started guiding again with a dong-dong noise.

"But that's weird air"

The more I walk, the heavier the air I feel.

Maybe there's really something wrong with him.

"Oh, people are falling!

Meir points forward and then runs out, overtaking Autem and moving on.

"He said it would be dangerous if we went a little further on our own!

As I say, I turn my eyes in the direction Meir pointed.

Over the tree, a familiar blue garment caught my eye.

Dirty in blood and mud, but definitely. It's the clothes the Lord's investigation team wore.

Catch up and see the other side of the tree.

There were ten familiar men.

It's definitely the look on the face of the investigation team we met at the ruins of Zeshm.

The blonde, who is a tree man, also remembers his name. Sure, it should be like Allen.

Allen has a bandage wrapped around her shoulder, but the injury seems to be quite serious, and the bandage was already tainted by seeping blood.

When I met him at the ruins, he had lively and vigorous eyes, but now he has no shadow of them. I was almost there so that I could threaten something.

The others were similar.

Big or small, with some kind of trauma.

"Ki, you... met at the ruins, the sorcerer's..."

Allen looked me in the eye and said so powerlessly.

"Duh, hi, it's been a while. Uh, in what condition?

"... Actually, there was a report from an adventurer about the forest suggesting the existence of a monster, and I was just embarking on an investigation into the back of the forest... I got back to you, and it's this zama"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm kind of sorry.

"I wanted to get out of the woods quickly...... some people, including me, couldn't walk very well with injuries. For now, I'm running the relatively shallow injured into the city as a preaching order, and I'm just waiting here."

Regrettably, he looks around at the other investigators around him.

Then look back at me.

"You guys better get out of here. To see how the monster looks, it looks like we've been brought to life with some intent... but if we hadn't, we'd all have been killed. It was like that, letting the bugs slip away at random. It's not in people's hands."

Tell me, I shake my body when I blur.

Are there such outrageous monsters?

As far as I'm concerned, that sounds pretty intelligent.

"What appearance were you having?

"A tree. The tree, move... laugh... yes, it is! I just sent word for it! It was Spiritual so I knew little about what it meant..."

Speaking spiritual...... of trees, monsters?

Hey, isn't that the perfect ingredient for an autoem?

A magical tree that had given up half of it.

I didn't think that would bring such a light opportunity into my hands.

My fingers, nagging without the oatem carving, move naturally.

My heart is soaring.

Look at me, Allen drops her gaze and holds her own shoulder.

"It's scary just to ask, isn't it? I, too, just remembered the tremor..."

"Right. Yeah."

Excuse me, I'm a samurai tremor.

Why don't you calm down?

"Uh, so, which way? Which one of you has the resources? Is it in that direction?

"Eh."

"Yes, no, I want to avoid it for sure... because I have no other intention"

"Oh, right. I seem to have heard a little mistake. Yeah, it's ahead of us that way in the back. I don't know what the distance was because I've been running wild to death..."

All right, I see.

You got my new oatem over there.

I think I can make a full-fledged combat specialty autoem. Do you go with six arms?