Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

At last I set foot on the eighth level, the top of the witch tower.

The interior was a long passage.

I don't see the end of the road ahead, just straight ahead.

Ore was used on floors and walls that glowed green and blue.

Magic formations and strange patterns were painted here and there.

The suspicious light emitted by the ore shapes a different atmosphere.

This hierarchy has caused me to destroy the floor over Apocalypse, emptying a big hole, but there is no way that junctional magic can be solved.

I feel incomparably strong magic in relation to the junctions unfolding in other hierarchies.

It seemed to be an insured construction around to ensure that the Altamian body was not allowed to escape.

"... that's a creepy place"

Meir looked around the aisle and zeroed in.

"... could be a little bad"

"Hey, did you notice something? I can't believe Abel's weak..."

"Honestly... I've had a bad feeling since I climbed. It could be dangerous to go any further. I have a feeling. Not here. Meir, look ahead..."

Follow my voice and Meir gazes at the end of the aisle.

"I don't see anything yet..."

"That's the problem."

"What? Duh, what do you mean?

"... feet, I think I'm going to hang"

"Eh."

Until I got here, I've pretty much forced myself on my feet.

I don't know how many times I've exceeded my limits already.

The flatulence is bread. It's not strange when I tore it.

"Hey, let's take a break. Not any more."

"Yep..."

Meir drops her shoulder like a disappointment and looks at my face with jito eyes.

"Abel, just a little bit, please feel nervous..."

"Yes, no, I'm serious. Seriously, my foot... because this could be in front of Altamia, holding my foot and moaning."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

"Bad, foot, give me a rub"

"Yes! Leave it to Meir!

Meir brightens her complexion, leaves her luggage and rushes to my side.

... Can't you say much about people when it comes to nervousness?

I sat up at the end of the aisle once and decided to ask Meir to massage my legs.

Rubbing my leg, Meir asks.

"... you said Altamia was a dangerous man who was caught in sight by the state in the study of forbidden witchcraft and threw an army of golems at his opponent in the court witchcraft division. That Altamia might unseal and leave, right?

"Yes, the study of forbidden witchcraft caught my eye from the country and endangered my opponent in the court witchcraft division with an army of golems..."

That... If I get a bit of eyes from the country, I'm going to fall into similar feathers.

"... seems to fit"

"Meir thought a little too..."

Pinch the break, head ahead, head ahead.

Behind the aisle there was a look about twice my back length.

"Kazu......?

Meir squeaks wonderfully.

The world in appearance is distorted, and a whirlpool appears.

Out of the mirror appeared a woman with curly orange hair and poor eyes.

He wears a poisonous purple dust hat on his head and weaves a cloak of the same color.

He floats through the universe fluttering with a low height and slightly annoying huge wand.

"No way, this is Altamia......?

Much younger than I thought.

It seems to be spiritualizing, so I have to say that it doesn't matter how old I am... perhaps this figure is from when I spiritualized it.

The back length is low, but the age seems to be twenty or something like that.

I thought you spiritualized it because you were trapped in a very special juncture, but your spiritual body is too neat.

Perhaps he had spiritualized himself to become immortal, even before it was sealed in the tower of the witch.

This means that (d) he was ten or so years old and had as much skill and knowledge as he could spiritualize himself.

I intend to have some knowledge too, but just as contraindications and contraindications are good, I have a lot of clutter and I don't have a proven track record that I can put into practice.

"Oh, even me, if I had a few years..."

"... Abel, aren't you thinking weird?

Meir asks me terribly, burning a sense of confrontation against Altamia.

Even I do want to live longer, but if you ask me if I want to stop being human, I'm just a little lost.

"Sir Pelterre would also be dead at last... I knew an assassin would come from the royal family within it, but I didn't expect him to suddenly bust a demon-guided weapon. I'm just not going to let you go either."

When Altamia turned the wand, her figure and surrounding walls disappeared, expanding the space at once.

Far above the room, far away, Altamia appears.

Unchanted transfer...... not due to magic fixtures, perhaps because Altamia is spiritualizing but therefore can manipulate simple magic directly through the Spirit.

The Spirit can directly cause simple magical phenomena.

Original magic is what you say by giving instructions to countless spirits to give them the magic of consideration.

"If it's true, I'm happy to be a long-time human... but I'm serious because I can't seem to afford to play for you. I'll let you decide in a flash. If you resent me, I sent you here to resent your boss."

That's how he seemed to assume that I was here at someone's expense.

I thought he was a more dangerous guy, but maybe he's the type of guy who can get through an information story.

Now you're pretty stuck with your feathers, floating blue muscles on your forehead, wrinkling between your brows, staring at me with a sharp eye.

"Assuming this happens, we're ready. It's not just for the two of us, but the apocalypse has been lightly drained."

Altamia is in the universe, putting up a cane.

In the space that had arisen from the disappearance and widening of the walls, suddenly huge bits of metal appeared.

As far as I can see, Bea, Bea, Bea.

Wouldn't it be nearly a hundred meters long?

It was too huge to know for a moment, but it was like a statue of a warrior, in a kneeling position.

Around the waist, a metal cloth is wrapped around the waist, expressed in wrinkle detail.

Her upper body was completely naked and she had a huge mask on her face.

In his hand, he holds a giant, boneless sword.

Bi's giants are made of uniform metal all over their bodies.

Apparently made of alloy with phantom copper (oleicalcos).

I guess I didn't have the chili to build a giant, using pure phantom copper (oleicalcos).

But still, the amount of phantom copper (oleicalcos) used should be enormous.

"Ma, are you serious..."

Exactly this, I'm a little freaked out.

How much time and effort has it taken to lump something like this in the tower?

"I'm sorry I'm desperate, but that's not the end of it."

Altamia waves her wand even more.

On the other hand, another phantom copper (oleicalcos) giant appeared.

"Colossus... it's also from an oversized class..."

Colossus, in short, indicates a giant golem exceeding fifty meters.

It's just that the golem, just beyond a certain size, has the same difficulty of making it, but it drains a lot of magic when imparting pseudo-intent as a finish.

The Colossus, once a hundred metres long used by the Kingdom of Garjanand for war, said hundreds of magicians had succeeded in giving magic a week to move it.

Despite its tremendous effect as a force of war, little indication of its use in history was supposedly a matter of effort to make and move.

He said that the remains and thoughts of Colossus, who apparently gave up building along the way, are frequently discovered from among the ruins.

Instead of building two of those individually, it's moving lightly, so it's horrible.

It is also, obviously, the largest level of magnitude ever.

This man alone could change the world. So the high elf came all the way down to the ground and wanted to help.

"Come on, Colossus! Don't hesitate!

Two Colossuses rise so as to match Altamian's voice.

Even the metal mass, which was huge, more than doubled its back length.

I pointed my finger at Mere's luggage, the World Tree Ortem.

Meir looked up at the giant golem... Colossus, but when she noticed my fingers, she took out the World Tree Ortem and put it before me.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) দ খ ল (dance)"

I waved my wand and chanted.

The World Tree Ortem receives the light that came out of his wand.

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

Continue and wave the wand around the Colossus' one-way crack.

A magic formation rises in the universe and a giant fireball appears.

The World Tree Ortem glows and the exact same magic formation floats.

Continuing, a giant fireball appears ahead of the World Tree Ortem.

I continue to float the magic formation continuously, wrapping and compressing the fireballs appearing in magic in the junction, and again raising the firepower and widening the range, compressing and repeating.

Similarly, a magic formation emerged around the fireballs that were floating in front of the World Tree Otem, expanding when compressed, and expanding when compressed, so as to follow the changes in my floating fireballs.

As such, two lumps of energy wrapped around the white glow could be made.

It is a double abel sphere, by the double chanting of the autem.

"Hey, what, are you..."

Altamia was scratching like a dong.

"All right, go!

When I point my cane at one Colossus, one Abel sphere flies to the other.

The two Colossus draw a giant sword against the Abel sphere and try to take it with a blade.

The giant sword splattered and the next moment the top bounced off the Colossus abdomen.

He flew off to be sucked straight into the ceiling as he gained momentum, creating two huge holes in the upper junction.

The sound of a splitting ear echoes, and the boundaries become full.

The Colossus giant swayed, poking his knee at the spot with a sledge.

The part of Colossus' head fell right in front of me. The head of one crack was rolling far within this hierarchy.

"... what, you were just big. If you both have time to build something so laborious, shouldn't you put a little more effort into each and every one of them?

I shrugged, looking at the wreckage of two fallen Colossuses.

"So, you're sure that's the trump card now?

Altamia, floating in the universe, was biting her lower lip with a bright blue face.