Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The phantom of the priest Johannan opens his mouth.

"He who begs God for salvation again after the eternal age"

The language used by Johannan was a somewhat habitual spiritual language.

Although the use of Spiritual language as a language is about a demon or a high-ranking warcraft that does not pass through human language, Johannan seemed to have chosen Spiritual language as a language that would also be passed on to later figures.

Naturally, I can't hear you unless you're a magician.

Meir seemed to have no idea and looked anxiously at my face.

"I will not select you through three trials."

That's what the cleric keeps doing.

Meir looked up at me anxiously.

"Um... what are you saying, that guy? Aren't you angry?

"Thank you for coming to the temple I've left you for so long. I'm going to try it in three trials now, so if you want God's power, it feels like you're not trying. Maybe it's about the wand of destruction that Mr. Peter was talking about. There seems to be no hostility to words."

I explained it to Meir.

Nodding like Meir was convinced.

When he looked at Peter, he was leaning forward and staring at Johannan as he bit his lip.

From Peter's eyes the top is hidden with a mask, but with wrinkles leaning near his nose, it could be expected that he would be staring with considerable force.

"Pei, Dear Peter, what did you say?

Peter answers Munich's question, Peter's subordinate, somewhat openly.

"... it's an ancient spiritual language. Though I only know roughly...... from Kudr God, it sounds like you've been looking for something twice. Then he tells us to pick one out of three."

"That's Dear Peter. Sounds like some kind of hint to move on."

Peter had turned it into a sweet translation site of precision.

Ah... wasn't that guy a dignitary at Kudr Church?

Though the type is a little different because of how much ancient Spiritual language, there must have been some opportunity to decipher the tablets of the gods.

I also heard it smoothly because I was deciphering the Great Divine Treasure, which is a huge aspect... but without it, there wouldn't be any dull results that far.

My men's women, too, are supposed to be more magicians than they are holding a cane.

Yet you didn't understand at all?

Sure, to use in magic, that's enough if you only remember the frequent combination of words.

But if we are to truly deepen our awareness of witchcraft, we need to remember all and grammar, laws and exceptions to the Spiritual Word.

Without it, it is also impossible to form a magic formation from scratch.

Zolomonia, who was floating behind Peter, was covering his mouth with his hand and pushing a laugh to death.

Peter turned a blind eye to Zolomonia, but saw no way she could explain it, sighed and shook his head, this time looking at me.

I panicked, squeezed my face, shook my head, and undone my frightened expression.

"... I'll write down his words once. Abel, let's light up what we hear."

"Um... uh... oh, yes. Right..."

I thought I should tell you, but watching Peter look confident, it's getting hard to say.

That's when Johannan shook up his wand.

"Start the first exam. Go ahead and defeat the beasts of the Moon Slaughter that block the way, escaping the statue of the rough God."

It revolved around the tip of the sceptred of the clergy, with magical light spreading around it, and his vision covered in white.

I sharpen my consciousness just in case and explore if there are any strange magical movements around me.

I can't find anything unusual in particular. It didn't seem like it took my sight and poked my surprise...

Light fades and vision returns.

I don't see Johannan anymore.

"... moon (din)... eat... no way, din eater?

It was Peter who whined.

Put your hands on your lips and mouth for fear.

He was fading his white cheeks peeking from under his mask.

I've also seen it in the High Spirit Atlas and the Great Divine Treasure.

There was not much detail written there, but only described as the Spirit Beast of the Devil, the use of Kudr God.

"... Is Din Eater that bad?

I asked Peter.

"... is supposed to be the same body as a man, filled with dragon power, and the brutality of the devil. Small is still salvation. If it's hostile, it's a hell of a opponent. Abel, put your hands together with our Munich and try to distract me. The eagle will seal it."

Peter sets up a Zolomonian wand and runs his eyes around him.

"Now... wasn't it plural?

"Huh? to, two!? I don't know how much it costs, but it's a mistake."

I say it like Peter was confused.

But there is no doubt that Johannan spoke of "the beasts of the moon slaughter".

Besides... the surrounding procedure is a form of summoning fifty or two demons off the aisle.

Probably not for both of us.

In the first place, Din Eater is just an aside.

As I turned my back, a giant statue of Kudr decorated on the pedestal by the aisle began to rattle and tremble.

The tentacles of the stone lift wide as they lift up their stiffness, and the cuddle god descends from the pedestal in a cuddly motion.

"Hey, what!?

Peter looks back late.

The human upper body of Kudr God twisted his body in a glossy motion that seemed unlikely to be a stone, with his hands to his own head with both hands thin in bitterness.

He opens his eyes and turns to the ceiling, opening his mouth so wide that there is a glimmer in his face.

And he growled.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

A large first eye was opened, in the middle of a bulb-like distorted body.

Its eyes are not only stone, they are living. It would be the nucleus of this stone statue.

It's a hell of a piece of magic.

I recall Johannan's words.

"Start the first exam. Go ahead and defeat the beasts of the Moon Slaughter who block the way while fleeing the statue of the rough God '

I see... while running away from it, you mean to leave the fifty two din eaters that interfere and move on?

In support of my predictions, the statue of Kudr God is coming towards us with a loud noise.

The speed itself is quite slow.

And at the same time, the magic formations floated side by side at both ends of the aisle so that the magic ceremonies engraved on the walls sequentially emitted one light after another from before them and interlocked.

From what I have seen fifty spiritual beasts appear above a certain magic formation, only in the same number.

The body is close to a rusty, fat fog.

But it's very different from neck to neck.

My lips are swollen when I bump like a tumor and my lips are heavily torn vertically, not horizontally.

There are four eyeballs, left and right top and bottom, together. There were several deep wrinkles engraved on his face.

"Ugh... you're lying...?

Peter and Munich froze when they saw a bunch of dineaters.

Din Eater slowly, slowly approaches me, silly with his creepy big mouth to the left and right.

He seemed to be bluffing this way.

Four eyeballs circled, looking at me, Meir, Peter and Munich in turn.

"This is not a good idea..."

If the story of Peter is true, it is equal to being surrounded by fifty dragons.

Kind of different digits than before.

I waved my wand in anxiety and floated five magic formations.

"হ ন (carry)"

It is the magic of metastasis.

Autem appears above each of the five magic formations.

There are three world-tree oatems, a former Eberbourne Ashla 5000, and a regular oatem that I was carving when I felt like I was on my way.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) দ খ ল (dance)"

Float five more magic formations, and give orders to each Aotem.

Each of the five oatems is scattered.

The World Tree Ortem stands by me and raids the remaining four Ortems into the Din Eater herd with the Ashla 5000 in the lead.

"গ া গ া গ া গ া (Gizzi Gizzi) গ া গ া া গ া (Gizzi Gizzi) গ া গ া গ া গ া (Gizzi Gizzi Gizzi)"

The spooky dineater voice clings to the aisle.

Din eater is one with two legs of forebending, one with a strut on the ceiling, and one with a propaganda of the wall, storming this way to each one.