Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

One giant stood between God, the top floor of the Great Palace, located in the Holy Capital of the Land of Leaveras, in the Land of Water.

Fat and enlarged belly, a wrecked beard of tea.

The face of the giant man keeps grinning like a face, with constant deep wrinkles on his face.

He was an ominous, creepy man.

As the giant remains its strange appearance, he pokes one knee, arms up to the pale crystal ball placed on the throne, and bows his head.

"Dear Leavie, there are many calls here… for I am more neglected than the Pope. It is difficult even for me to scratch the Pope's senses in this holy land that can manipulate the magic of the dragon vein. Wouldn't it be a little difficult for me to find him?

A dragon vein is a stream of liquid that houses a mass of magic flowing deep beneath the basement of the Holy City of Liveryn.

It is connected around the Sacred Capital and continues to circulate.

When Levi was defeated by Kudr during the mythological period, his body was supposedly melted out and stained the ground.

This dragon vein, and the takeover of the Holy Land, are also the biggest factors that radicalized the civil unrest in the Rivalus country.

It was now under the control of the Sarteria, which had been given the Holy Demon Water Rights Wand by Levi.

A pale crystal glows, as answers the words of the giant.

'I don't know what else to do, that's all. Sure, I want to avoid imitations that would frustrate the allegiance of the sartoria of cleanliness in a situation that lacks two of the four great clerics... even if I'm not saying that. Sarteria can say whatever it takes. I don't think so, Killing Priest, Rasboot the Weird Monk. "

To Leavie's words, the giant man, Rasboot, raises his creepy face slightly.

"Dear Leavie, that call is now..."

Rasboot was a madman who believed in and had done all that was considered the most heretical of the Leviathan denominations, originally instigated by the devil and repeatedly branched apart by man's greed.

It is no exaggeration to say that it has covered all crimes and contraindications.

He was captured by a hostile sect and sentenced to a maximum sentence, but his body was terribly sturdy, and he was overwhelmed with seven sentences, and while doing so, Leavie watched and helped.

But his strength was impeccable, but he could not be added to the four great clerics who became Leviathan signs because of his so sublime background.

"For the rest, I am going to look at the fold and raise thee to the four great priests. Marias and Neroglyph are detained in the kingdom of Dinlat, with two holes in the four great clerics. You bury it."

"Oh my... that's, thank goodness happiness... But are you sure?

"The time has passed when we can afford to look at the complexion of the people. More problematic than that is the recovery of the remaining spears taken by fools and the legacy of the Sky God, who is somehow rolling indefensibly...... And I'm going to teach the rest to the Count of the Big Mood, and I'm going to put Kudr, the sleeping fiend, to full permanent sleep."

The crystal of the Shrine emits a red glow, as if it were an indication of Levi's fervour.

"The alliance with the Count is broken by the fact that the rest has already moved ahead. Assuming we're dealing with him, we have to take advantage of him at all costs. Therefore, in order for the Count to be held hostage to Kudr, we will plunder the kingdom of Dinrat, which continues to look at opportunities without killing him alive... the rest, first. Spears and the legacy of the Sky God can also be recovered... and the rest can align their dominant pawns against the Count '

"As a fabric stone for this, you will turn the four priests, Lord Penrat, into Phage territory."

'That's not all. The Penrat guy has impeccable strength, but he's an idiot. I don't ask you anything if you don't understand the rest of the detailed instructions, or if you're purposefully pretending you don't. So you, little by little, head to Phage territory at the same time as the Penrat raid... to take away the legacy of the Sky God. You go well with Abel. "

The way Rasboot fought was a fast-track assassination, using two kinds of magic: superhuman body technique obtained by the repetition of the rites of the original denomination and magic of a small scale but with a high ability to kill.

Leavie expected to be able to complete it without showing Abel's lead.

"Then multiply the confusion caused by Lord Penrat to kill Abel... and take the holy imprint of the spear by the arm, and recover the legacy of the Sky God and go home, would you?

'... No, I'm going to insure here. If the penlato moves, Abel will have to deal with it for sure. In the meantime, make sure you take away the legacy of the Sky God. Engagement is only modest if it becomes inevitable'

"... Yes? If Master Leavie thinks so, until he obeys..."

'I'm never threatening you like a human being. But he took the rest of his arm. This sin is an inexhaustible weight for a man. I won't kill you easily. Have him die in despair. Never is the rest as threatening as man'

"... isn't the spear, too, a problem you can put behind you? Then also the hand of capturing Abel and torturing him..."

"This place is sure to earn a hand against the Count. Abel leaves it to Penrat, and thou shalt engage only in the recovery of the inheritance of the Sky God. Which way, as long as we hold onto the legacy, we should be able to control Abel's movements. It sucks to not get both and just buy that stupid grudge '

"... for a long time, you're on guard. No, I get it. Let's get this Rasboot, necessarily the legacy of the Sky God."

'Then I'll take care of it, Rasboot. If this mission succeeds, I will make you the four great priests.'

"I'll take care of it. Originally, kidnapping women was my specialty. Before, I heard that the legacy of the Sky God is a girl...... may I entertain you for a moment?

Rasboot gently licked around his mouth with a short, thick, pink tongue.

My sleeves wipe the saliva dripping from my lip tongue.

'Whatever, as long as you're not even dead. Do whatever you want. To Abel... we must deeply and deeply regret the poking at this great god of water, Levi.'