Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Seventh hierarchy...... There was one man, sitting in a large magic formation painted on the ground, in this hierarchy scattered with large bean trees and fragments of apocalypse.

Tall but narrow body lines with a strong neutral atmosphere.

From between the long, wavy blondes, the long, long ears peek.

It is Devin, a high elf priest.

"Ha... ha... hi, I've got a terrible eye..."

Devin was resting in a healing magic formation.

His clothes and face, which had rolled off the bean tree and struck here and there, repeatedly rubbing and peeling, were scratched.

Bone distortion is terrible. It's not strange to have five or six fractures somewhere.

In the white magic in time, it's obviously not enough. It should be called a miracle that there was life from that situation.

In order to continue his activities as a proxy for the Sky God, he needed to return to his homeland once to heal his wounds... but if he was robbed even of his coat of law after his tragic defeat by the Marlen tribe, who saw him as an understatement, he couldn't possibly return, etc.

Devin touched his hand on his left eyelid, distorting his expression.

(Stupid...... your contract with Tanatos is out? That death spirit Tanatos couldn't have died so easily. But there's no way Tanatos would have broken the trust from Sylpheim... or that I was limited!?

The name of the Dead Spirit is not Dada.

It was told among the elves that they could not just manipulate the curse of death, but come back no matter how close they were to death.

It was very hard to believe that such a tanatos had vanished lightly.

Look around.

But I don't see Tanatos anywhere already.

It's just that the remains of Apocalypse are scattered, but Devin, who had hit him in the head and lost his mind, has no idea what happened.

I feel like I could see something, something huge, covering the sky when I was thrust out of Tanatos, but in the shock of punching my whole body around, I could only remember it being thin.

(... Anyway, only that Marlen kid has to be killed! I also talked about the war. If you screw up Altamia's pull-in and leave Abel and the others in the wild like this, I'm a dorsal god to be cursed until the last generation)

As he crouched in, he bit until the flesh on his lips peeled off.

(Fortunately, that kid, his claw is sweet. No way... I can't believe you let this me go wild. Abel Belake... you missed your last chance. I will remind myself of the magic of the high elves, their pride, their bottom line... Certainly magic is a big deal. But it's just a brittle person... I can do as much as I want)

Rise from the center of the magic formation and slowly lift your neck to stare at the sky.

(I don't know what his purpose is... but I came all the way here. He must have climbed first. You want to wait here? No, expect me to be engaged with Altamia later... somehow don't surprise me, try...)

The bean trees were scattered along the way, and the heavens ahead had pits of pitch black as if to swallow everything.

When I first came, there should have been no such thing.

There's one thing I can think of. It is the effect of the sorcery unleashed by that Marlen sorcerer, driven by some necessity.

"Ho, are you really human...?

Forget the anger, and stiff sometimes.

(.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Shall we leave this time? …)

For one thing, Devin decided to turn the settlement with Abel later.

That was above all evidence that Devin's heart, excellent in mental strength, was beginning to break.

At that time, he was suddenly hung from behind.

"Is that you? The one who halved this tower! Kuk...... was it the high elves that kept the wand of destruction hidden? I heard it was made from the magic of Kudr, but you still don't know if you have any pride in it or not. I didn't know you had that while you believed in the Sky God"

If Devin turned his eyes to the voice in surprise, the Lord of the Voice was the big man with the feathers of a blue coat.

He was wearing shining ornaments here and there, and the swordswallowing glance peeking slightly from the back of his coat stared at Devin as if to measure him.

"My eyes can see the aura... Hmm, 20 points, something like that. It's just a little tall plain grass. What, is that a hassle? Apparently, it's not you. Hey, hi, Elf. Who else climbed this tower but you?"

Devin's eyes open in amazement.

Being a high elf, he wasn't angry that he was deserving of Norks.

Because Devin himself knew this strange looking man.

"Oh, you... no way, collector"

"Oh, my alias was known to the sky! Fine!"

"Don't be ridiculous! There's no way there's a guy in the high elves who doesn't know your name!

Devin delays and puts anger on his face, putting up a cane.

"Were you still alive! There's a Phantom who stole out Amrita to seek eternal life in the minutes of Nokes and connect our King to the world!

"People don't hear you stole it. Come in from the front, until I get it. No, it was delightful. On the way, I just trembled and nobody stopped me. I was so proud of the high elves that I knew that day that I was lying."

Amrita is a spirit medicine found in the kingdom of the sky (Alfheim).

The Shizuku of the magic tree Alberut, a source of buoyancy to the kingdom of the sky (Alfheim), needs to be made in large concentrations, and it is assumed to take a thousand years to make a glass of it.

The effect is immense for that matter, and it just heals the wounds in your body after just one bite, or it blows you to starvation and fatigue.

If you take five sips, even a thousand severed arms are allowed to regenerate.

And a drink was supposed to rejuvenate even the old man to the youth.

Just keep drinking two glasses and you will have excessive magic and turn the user into a horrible monster.

Two hundred years ago...... the collector boarded into the kingdom of the sky (Alfheim) in search of eternal life, breaking the strict high elf protection from the front and robbing three cups of Amrita.

That's why collectors have been living for over two hundred years.

If your body fades, swallow Amrita and rejuvenate.

However, the amount is only three cups. Therefore, it was used in conjunction with other sorceries and magic fixtures, and Amrita herself swallowed the chicken.

As a result, the collector's flesh had become ugly and he needed to hide his whole body in his coat.

Devin had only heard of the collector in the story.

But for Devin, who is a high elf, the collector is something that cannot be kept alive more than Abel.

Devin waves his wand and floats the magic formation.

"Oh, my worn out body, point your wand at me! Huhahahaha! You can try! With any luck, you might hit it!

That's what the collector shouts and stretches his empty hands to Devin.

It is tantamount to suicide, such as doing that to a leading mage opponent.

But Devin had a collector full of gaps, which was more of a creep.

Even if it's an alarming behavior, there's no way we can do this helplessly.

Instinct stops. He said he was being lured into magic.

Still, to Devin, we couldn't have missed this gap.

"প র ী র া জ া (Fairy King's) ত ী র (Arrow)"

Devin's floating magic formation shines, from which a bunch of light is ejected.

Burn off the extension line, the light of destruction.

It is a one-shot special attack magic that can only be manipulated by a high-ranking magician of the High Elf.

Speed, power, together are the best of all magic.

There is no way to fight this.

Besides, this time, I put the rest of my magic to the test.

Which way, if this blow is dodged, it is not the opponent with the next.

The opponent is the only Knox, the legendary Phantom Collector, who broke into the kingdom of the sky (Alfheim) and returned alive.

Though proud of Devin among the high elves, he was never the one you could insult if you knew about the collector's past cases.

The dazzling light overshadows Devin's vision.

When my vision cleared, I could see the ground to be determined by my own sorcery.

(Ya... did you...?

While I thought so, the low, ragged, creepy voice of the collector echoes.

"Ha! An idiot!

At the next moment, vision is covered in light.

A light with a high temperature heat burns Devin's flesh down and blows it away.

Devin rolled the ground like a borough rag.

When the magic I unleashed and the exact same magic came back, I came to think of it late.

"Hey, why, Knox, take the fairy king's arrow...?

What Devin, with his face up, saw was a huge mirror, which suddenly appeared in front of the collector.

In the Golden Abyss, many demons are elephant.

If the collector lowered his hand, the mirror disappeared, as if it hadn't been from the beginning.

"So... so, you bounced... from where, something like that..."

With that mouth, Devin lay down firmly on the ground.

"Ha! I'm not even gonna be a playmate! Miscellaneous fish!"

The last thing on Devin's head was the collector's spiral laughing voice.