Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Ten Thousand Years of Hard Tree Behemoth - it was a giant tree, growing more horizontally than vertically, and reminiscent also of the gigantic beast of the bent one from the protruding branches and creases.

The blackened leaves are obviously hard and unnatural like the fabric.

It was like black fur.

The total length is more than forty meters to the side.

"You even had something like this..."

This is going to take a little longer.

There's no kiri if you're breaking something like that.

I'm anxious to bust every collector, but I might as well get ready for Abel Ball.

Maybe I'll be fine because I have Amrita.

"Huh, huh...... huhahahahaha! It's an impromptu fortress! Well, I'll be next..."

"Ten Thousand Years of Hard Tree Behemoth" stared heavily at the blow of my unleashed giant whip, and the whole thing snapped.

Metallic hard leaves fell apart from his whole body, behemoth instantly naked, and the figure of a collector hidden in the back was dew.

"That's not so hard..."

"Wow, my, my behemoth!?

The collector was often stunned, but when he saw the fourth dozen that followed cracked the behemoth's head and made it more stiff, lifting it up again, he realized that even if he left it any more, it would just crush him, waving his hand and scratching out the '10,000 Years Hard Tree Behemoth'.

After staring at the giant whip with his bloody running eyes, he shouts out his voice.

"" The Demon Fighting Armor of Giant King Hyrus "!

A giant race is a race that supposedly perished thousands of years ago.

Although human in one classification, its nature is close to that of a warcraft.

He said he had a body of nearly ten meters and, in the age of mythology, was ravaged with the patronage of Garuja, the god of earth.

After Galuja was crusaded, he lost his protection and faded, as did his back shield.

The giants, who were originally retarded and violent, were largely hostile to the Nokes, and after Galuja's death they were destroyed one after the other for a thousand years.

I've heard of the last king of the giant, Hyrus.

But what I do know is to that extent at best.

Instead of ten meters, a large armor stood in front of the collector, about twenty meters.

"The Devil's Fight Armor of Giant King Hyrus" - that's apparently not metal, but a chunk of pure spiritual body.

It is slightly translucent and emits rainbow light.

It unleashes an overwhelming divinity, even compared to previous collectors' magic implements.

I often see it in its beauty and spit on it.

Then he calmly returned and stared at "The Devil's Fight Armor of Giant King Hyrus".

"... in earnest, you're sparing no effort. That would be quite a substitute."

"Well, for now, it's outrageous, but what are we going to do..."

The moment the collector squeals, a giant whip is slapped on the head of "The Demon Fighting Armor of Giant King Hyrus".

Longitudinally thin and thin, both feet of armor sink to the floor.

"Become!?

Immediately, slap three straight hits.

Buried on the floor with Merrimeri, "The Demonic Fighting Armor of Giant King Hyrus" was smashed and scattered.

Take the aftermath and the collector gets bounced off.

"Oh, you know what?"

Brilliant, rainbow powder dances.

Powder eventually becomes smoke and disperses throughout the universe.

The spiritual singing sounded like a whisper.

It was more of a continuous word than a lyric, but it seemed to glimpse the prosperity of the Giants.

The spirits who were part of the Devil's Armor are singing.

Apparently, the Giants overwhelmed other species of humans and warcraft with the help of Garugia to strengthen their power.

"Perpetual," "prosperity," "mighty," "victory," "banquet" … in the Spirit Language, followed by words in good shape, echoing from here and there.

There was also a mix of spiritual words I didn't know.

Is it the Spiritual name of Garugia, god of the earth?

All the bright words continue, mix and echo. But the voice of the spirits that sing it was young and full of beauty.

Contrary to the contents, it seems somewhere sad.

"What, what's going on!? Why!? Why is that? Why would it be!?

The collector held a fragment of a chunk of the Spirit, part of "The Demon Fighting Armor of Giant King Hyrus," and opened his mouth wide and barked.

The bandage on my mouth can be ripped off.

And the fragment it held also turned into rainbow smoke and lonely singing, reducing its mass.

Eventually the smaller fragment slips through and falls between the collector's big fingers and becomes invisible after a few degrees of jumping at the collector's feet.

I go for the collector and wave my eighth whip down relentlessly.

"Oh, my God!

The collector jumped to the right and dodged the giant whip.

It was a godforsaken move.

Later a huge earthworm swelling occurred in a row of floors where the collectors stood until earlier, and the debris flew across them.

"Or dodged... could you? F, huhahahaha! I'm finally used to my eyes..."

He didn't think collectors could avoid it either.

Seeing after a giant whip destroyed the floor in a bent position, he slightly hoisted the end of his mouth.

I saw the light breaking through this gigantic whip streak - I guess that's what I thought.

But I couldn't beat the ninth dozen.

Most naturally, he was out of shape at the time he avoided the eighth dozen.

"Ugh!

Then the tenth dozen beat the bouncing collector, while the eleventh dozen pierced the collector's body at the same time as the fall.

Two hits in a row on top of each other. The giant whip smashed and ravaged the collector's body with shards of "The Demon Fighting Armor of Giant King Hyrus".

A number of ground breaks occur on the floor of the tower. Your feet are too unstable, and you won't be anywhere near avoiding them anymore.

A bounced-off collector is slammed to the floor and a big one enters the back floor. The collector's back was caught in the shadow.

"Lose...? Stupid...... you lose my...?

I release my thirteenth punch at a collector who buries his back on the floor and looks up at the ceiling.

The collector was just staring at the whip coming his way.

I don't try to avoid it, I don't try to block it. Just raise your face and look up at the metal plate that will be extended to the momentum that will swerve.

The content of the spirits' songs had shifted from the prosperity of the Titans to their decline.

"Collapse," "Pessimism," "Doom," "The Last King."

Young and sad voices reign over many others.