Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Too many Warcraft.

Means are limited to definitely aim only at warcraft while avoiding private groups from this.

I just want to crush Hermeln, the commander, quickly, but until I can be safe first, I just have to move for the Warcraft.

Then the hell we're going to have to snipe and crush it.

"হ ন (carry)"

Answer my spell, and a world-tree oatem appears in my arms.

I throw with both arms and point my cane at the world-tree oatem dancing through the universe.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) দ খ ল (dance)"

The world-tree autem receives the light out of the wand.

This is the real deal.

I just need a little focus.

I deploy thirteen magic formations to cover my surroundings.

It seems like we could multiply it by about ten times if we want to, but this size is the limit that can guarantee the accuracy of never involving a private army at every shot.

The Ortem of the World Tree glows, and thirteen more magic formations unfold.

The Autoem of the World Tree incorporates the art of dealing with sorcery in response to my actions.

When I activated the World Tree Ortem, I activated some of the artefacts that were built into it.

This makes it possible for the Autoem of the World Tree to reactivate almost simultaneously by shifting the target coordinates of the phenomenon and the phase of magic from my magic.

Whether it's this way or not, the controls are pretty complicated, but in the current situation, we can double the number of simultaneous activations of high-precision sorcery.

This is a technique called double chanting, and they say it was the depths of the Marlen tribe a long time ago.

It was commonly used to poke and pinch the other person's gap, the book in the chief's library said.

Because of the difficulty of controlling it, it seems that it was more often used for either positive purposes.

There was no detailed description left, so I brought it back to life independently.

"ব া য ় ু (Wind) ব র ্ শ া হ া ত (Spear elephant)"

When I cast a spell, the mouth of the world-tree autem moves hard, imitating and repeating my voice.

"ব া য ় ু (Wind) ব র ্ শ া হ া ত (Spear elephant)"

White lines fly from a total of twenty-six magic formations and pierce the Warcraft.

The spear of the wind piercing the warcraft pierces the ground intact and sprinkles up sand splashes.

"Gah!"

"Gwow!"

Warcraft screams from here and there.

"What's going on?!?

"Don't even think about it now! Kill as many warcraft as you can!

The private soldiers seem to be doing their best.

So far, I don't hear about who did it.

All the warcraft seemed frightened.

"আ ম ি (Give Me) দ ে ব ত া (With God) প ্ র শ ং া (Worship)"

Ashra 5000 relentlessly tries to prune the stopped Warcraft.

Six arms throw a warcraft in pieces, and a chisel thrust repeatedly.

It was as if its appearance were a fierce general ravaging enemy factions.

Continuing after that, the guys in the private army run with a roar.

"Sounds like something could be done..."

Warcraft attacks have stopped.

Now we can finally move on to the attack on Harmeln.

…………

Hermeln was surfacing into the sky as he circled.

I shut my mouth, laughing freely, and go away with great momentum.

"ব া য ় ু (Wind) ব হ ন (Carry)"

Shake up the wand.

The wind rolls up and takes Harmeln's body in admiration.

"ওহ? (A?)"

The magical wind begins to plummet as it wraps around Harmeln.

They kept falling to me.

"ও হ হ হ হ হ হ হ!? (aaaaaaa!?)"

"শ ি খ া (O flame) এ ই হ া ত (elephant the ball)"

With my wand pointed at Harmeln falling, I deploy six magic formations.

A total of six flaming spheres were born, one directly to Harmeln at a time.

For every blow he hits, a black claw peels off Harmeln's body and disappears into the universe.

The spirits that make up the devil are rubbing less.

When the sixth hit, one eyeball of Hermeln ripped to the left and right.

The screams of the devil echo in the woods.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) প া ন (suck)"

I point my wand at the world-tree oatem.

The mouth of the world-tree autem opened wide.

Hermeln is swallowed into it.

Out of my mouth, a few things grow like black arms.

Probably trying to escape my mouth.

The mouth of the world tree Otem closed mercilessly, and the outstretched arm was chewed off a thousand times.

The lost arm of the Lord disappeared, trying to mingle with the air.

For a while something swayed like a rumble in the world tree autem, but I grew up quickly.

When Hermeln disappeared, the Warcraft ran away scattered as they perceived something.

Ahead of the Ashra 5000, the Private Guard folks go after the Warcraft who run away.

"Don't be frightened! We have God on us. Whoa, whoa!

"Whoa, whoa!

... maybe you are in a state of excessive excitement because of fear and confusion.

The wounded crew stared at its back with cold eyes.

"Ha, ha... I knew Abel would be just fine"

Sit down with a nearby tree on your back as Meir grips the arrow.

Meir also seems pretty tired in the arm because she was shooting arrows in a row.

Perhaps mental fatigue is greater than that.

"I can't believe Abel had to shoot all that sorcery... that's a hell of a demon. Were you that sturdy?

"Hmm? No, I wanted to make you feel weak just fine, to adjust that"

"Eh."

I hold up the world-tree oatem and stroke my head.

"It's a rare demon, you can't defeat it. Harmeln has a lot to figure out yet, and it's worth the research. I shot the numbers because I didn't want the body to disappear and I wanted to strip the spirits off and weaken them in a good way."

"Weren't you cracked looking weak!?

"That's not true. Hermeln himself is an indeterminate demon."

"You were screaming, weren't you!? Meir, I heard that!?

The bait will be fine if I do my magic properly.

I don't like it even if I can't control it with too much force, so I can adjust it in detail.

This one is troublesome even if it is arranged in the autoem of the world tree.

Other stuff...... let's push it into the right bottle.

As I stroked the world-tree oatem, I was wondering what kind of name to give it.