Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The witch tower, at last, arrived to the sixth tier, which had not been preceded.

The interior of the sixth tier was followed by white stone walls and floors.

There are stone statues lined around, a harshness reminiscent of the temple.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

I can't tell if it's the sound of a bell or the noise of a monster, a mundane noise sounds irregularly coming from the back of the aisle.

At last, I strongly recognised that the top was close.

Where to go home. While I was worried about going home, I finally got here.

In the flow so far, with each level up, the upper limit of the Warcraft that comes out increases by one rank.

I came with C on four levels and B on five levels. In due course, the Class A Warcraft should be out here.

As a result, the cyclops could not pass through the width of the stairway passage, so they left it.

He waved at me and dropped me off with a relieved look on his heart.

I tried to make a wide aisle by smashing through the walls so the cyclops could get through, but Meir stopped me, so I decided to give up.

"Is that cyclops okay..."

I grabbed the corner of the Cyclops I got as a souvenir, and I scratched it.

I asked if I could get this because I could just end the corner with a gesture at no cost, and Cyclops handed it over to me from the ground up, trying to pull it out of my own head after a moment of being true.

I will say anything.

He was bleeding a little out of his head, so he recovered from the sorcery.

It was the moment when friendship sprouted between warcraft and man.

"... of..."

I did my hand on my head looking a little restless and compared it to the cyclops horn I had.

Meir distracts herself from my hand with a convulsed grin when she notices my gaze.

"That being said, Abel, how far do you climb? I've already come to six levels..."

"The Altamian Tower is on all eight levels. There's no way Altamia's going to step poorly into the Eight Hierarchies she's probably sleeping in... so if this place gets over easy, we're just about to take a peek at the Seven Hierarchies."

If a Class A Warcraft comes out in the sixth tier, I'm excited to see what you can see in the seventh tier.

I'm glad it's a rare warcraft that I wear even with unusual abilities.

The narrow passage was decorated with three large armors, one on the left and the other on the right, with a total of six.

That beauty, which emits a clear glow, does not apply to any demonic metal I have ever seen.

The armor is staring inside as if it was monitoring the passage.

I inadvertently stopped and swallowed the sawdust.

"No way, phantom copper (oleicalcos) …?"

A phantom copper (oleicalcos) is a legendary demonic metal that appears in numerous ancient literature and is said to be non-reproducible by current magic techniques, and that has nothing to do with how it is made.

Though illusory copper (oleicalcos) and magic equipment are rarely excavated among sites around the world, it is assumed that not a single piece has been discovered within the kingdom of Dinlat.

Although phantom copper (oleicalcos) is famous for its overwhelming sturdiness, the true value of phantom copper (oleicalcos) is supposedly where it absorbs magic and attributes magic to nothing.

It boasts overwhelming performance, standing at the apex of a variety of demonic metals: tens of thousands.

I've wanted to see it at first sight too, I've been hoping to try it on my hands, but I managed to threaten the royalty of another country via Lark, and I could only think of enough hands to probably take it, and I was about to give up half of it, but I didn't think I had six minutes of armor stored in this place.

It has not yet been determined to be a real phantom copper (oleicalcos), but this brilliance seems to differ from that of the phantom copper (oleicalcos) read in the literature.

That's the legendary alchemist, Altamia.

I didn't know you even created a phantom copper (oleicalcos).

"But how do I carry this... In the meantime, taking it home is as if it were on the way home... oh but even if you leave it and the others take it...!

"... He said the former didn't step on it, and just by the time he got up there and came back, didn't anyone come?

"Earlier stalker elves may follow"

"S, Stalker Elf......"

There was something about my naming that made Meir look back pitifully.

Anyway, we should just proceed with the analysis of phantom copper (oleicalcos).

As I approached him with my hands twitched, the armor pulled the sword out of his hips, raised his arms wide and set up the sword.

"Shit... does it work?"

Following the whole thing, the other five bodies also begin to pull out their swords.

Apparently, it wasn't just armor, the magic was hanging.

Did I just say Oleical Cosnite?

I jumped back and took the Rapides Sword pattern in my hand.

Keep up the quick magic. From the pattern of the Rapides Sword, the blades produced by weaving together atmospheric ingredients and magic stretches.

"য া ও য ় া (Go)"

I go for the Oleical Cosnite and unleash the Rapides Sword.

Oleical Cosnite tried to prevent the Rapides Sword with his sword, but at that moment the Rapides Sword twirled around and slid through the sword, slashing the tip off the shoulder of the armor.

He continued as he did, slashing his head, the opposite shoulder, releasing a sharp poke at his chest, piercing his armor, and proceeded straight down to slash and put in a large slice.

The whole Oreical cosnite falls apart and crumbles to the ground.

"Oh! You look pretty tough, alle!

It took longer to disconnect than I thought.

If you base it on me, you're going to make a good golem.

The Rapides Sword plays the attack of the Oreical Cosnite that continues to slash me, slashing me back and slashing my upper body.

The Rapides Sword releases a three-degree spike on the slashed off torso, tearing the Orecal Cosnite apart.

Go on, I wave my wand to the Orecal Cosnite.

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

I let go of the fireballs with a little strength.

It hits straight into the Oreical Cosnite fragment and a column of Aurora flame rises from the floor.

Fragments of Oleical Cosnite deform in the columns of the Aurora Flame and spread to the floor.

"What, does it melt in this much? I would have liked you to have some more..."

The Oleical Cosnite that was circling behind me comes slashing at me, but naturally the Rapides Sword slashes the armor helmet off and continues to tear my body apart.

"ব া য ় ু (on Sat) হ য ় ে (Be)"

Stone floors crumble, crumble and discolor.

The floors around me are turning into more and more gray soil.

"ব া য ় ু (Saturday) ব ক ্ হ া ত (elephant the box)"

The grey soil envelops the remains of a melting and crumbling oleical cosnite as it elephants the box.

"ব র ফ (It's cold air) ধ ্ ব ং া ন (Blow away)"

A cold air wind coming out of the cane tip envelops a box of gray soil.

Ten seconds later, the impromptu box collapsed, and a miraculous copper (oleicalcos) appeared from inside, elephant and sparkling through the cube.

The other Oleical Cosnite who saw it stopped moving and turned his back on me and started running away.

"Don't let them get away with it!

When I point my finger, the Rapides Sword flies and slashes off Oleical Cosnite's leg armor, continuing to tear his body apart.

After tapping the firepillar, it is placed in a coffin of dirt and processed into a cube.

Six phantom copper (oleicalcos) cubes quickly lined up.

"Now you're beautiful."

"... rather than hunting, it's just mining, no more"

Meir protrudes with her fingers, fearfully, what was an oleical cosnite processed into a cube.

"Hmm? I was gonna do that from the start."