Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"Ugh..."

Altamia groans as she is lifted to a cursed monkey wand with a rasbout at the fulcrum of her abdomen.

Even though the Spirit Body, the five consecutive rounds of water penetrating bullets, which boasted a high killing capability released at zero distance, efficiently destroyed Altamia's body.

The five holes, empty in the back and painful, still remain unclosed.

"What's up, Orange Witch! Is this what it is? You're in the way. I, at any rate, have to retrieve that little girl!

Rasboot barks.

"Ya, stop it! If Meir is after you, then Meir will follow you! Don't do anything terrible to Mr. Altamia!

Meir screams.

Rasboot bent over with his neck ringing and his eyes turned to Mere.

"Hmm, why do you have to listen to me and do it? Witches kill, naturally. Leaving it behind could cause trouble later. We won this time, but the alchemist originally said the research was for real. We don't have trouble being created that disadvantages the Leaveras nation. Rather, this territory along the border empowers itself, which we do not prefer. After I finish this guy, it's until I serve my purpose slowly!

Rasboot waves down the cursed monkey wand, slaps Altamia from her back to the ground, and compresses her abdomen again with her skull.

Rasboot's arm strength, reinforced by the 'Curse Body', put him on the floor over Altamia and crushed him.

"Hehe, I'm getting excited! Come on, but I didn't know you were still alive. How can you die?

Once again, Rasboot shook up his wand in an attempt to beat him with a cursed monkey wand - his hand fixed in the universe.

"Mm?"

When did you do it, your hands are covered in a demonic metal mass?

Rasboot feels uncomfortable with his feet and lowers his gaze.

When was it done, metal shackles were also installed on the feet.

"Ko, what's this?

"... Not really, you don't lick me. You're a little too defenseless to fight me at close range."

Improvised demon guided metal, is the shackles and shackles of Hidim Magimetal.

Smelting magic, emitted almost out of no-motion by Altamia, the Spirit, can produce demonic metal in its targeted shape, in its designated position around itself.

A magician like Rasboot would have avoided it if he had been vigilant.

But the pride of dominance and the impatience to put a piece on it as it was narrowed Rasboot's horizon.

"I showed you a few gaps and you rode it funny enough. Though I didn't expect you to get bummed up so far. Now, how does it feel that the research has been done to a real alchemist?

"To this extent......!

The black in Rasboot's body thickens and his muscles expand.

The golden glow of the magic ceremony increases.

The shackles and shackles of Hidim Magimetal of Altamia enter the shackles.

But in that gap, a cube of Altamian phantom copper (Oleicalcos) floated behind Las Boots.

"It's a lot of strength, but that's it!

A needle stretched from the cube penetrated precisely the heart of Rasboot, from the back side.

Rasboot's pupil opened and bled out of his mouth.

The swelling force of the "Curse Body" returns to its original size.

"... Oh, oh, oh... Leavie, dear"

Rasboot squeezes out a mosquito-like voice and drifts disappointingly.

Altamia seriously observes Rasboot.

To Altamia, a mass of spiritual bodies, if you care about it, you can follow the motion of magic as a sensation.

(Life and magic are rapidly weakening…. He was sturdy, but Rasboot was just as human. If he wears a heart part, he'll have to die...)

but that's also what I was thinking during the bundle.

Rasboot's magic began to recover abruptly as he tended to decline.

Rasboot's white eyes open, showing his gums and picturing an ugly grin.

The black of the "Curse Body" that was pulling him again covered his face with speckles like a mole.

"What...? Ugh, shh! Now for sure......!

Altamia turns to the heart of Rasboot.

It still remained pierced by the needle, but the skin was regenerating as it was and the blood loss was almost stopping.

In the body, unusual movements of magic.

Perhaps it is moving the heart to a position avoided by the needle and forcefully regenerating the function.

"Unfortunately, I am pretending to be dead!

Altamia takes time out of Las Boots by dancing through the universe.

A cursed monkey wand, raggedly wielded by Rasboot, plundered the tip of Altamia's nose.

(This, this, is just impossible! Indeed, the flesh had lost its heart and was rapidly weakened. That suddenly...! From the outside, I just think someone interfered with Las Boots going to die!

Altamia thinks with a glance at Rasboot.

Even through Altamia, Rasboot was not easily understood, it was distorted.

(I should have noticed it when I felt it crushed once! That man, he's almost made like a doll! Someone is sending magic to restore and assist... maybe manipulating that body in the first place...)

Altamia rallies her knowledge as an alchemist and explores Rasboot's identity.

Explore sensation and explore suspicious magical movements around Las Boots.

And I notice.

Since Rasboot returned from the abyss of death, there has been a strange magic outbreak, starting with the strange wand that Rasboot is holding.

"You didn't... seal a piece of your soul on a cane!? You used to treat people like atheists. Let me tell you something, you don't know how scared you are!

"Well, did you notice? That's an orange witch. But just so you know, I can't do anything! This wand is sturdier than me! If you can destroy it, you should try it!

Altamia observes Rasboot's wand.

Indeed, I feel the magic of an unusual intensity.

But if you don't destroy that one, the soul of Rasboot, who sleeps on the wand, will regenerate the flesh indefinitely.

(The only way I can destroy an array right now without Colossus... is to use that magic)

Altamia thinks of the last keeper of the tower, the great giant of phantom copper (oleicalcos), once made over the years.

If that blow, maybe I even went through the Las Boots wand.

In reality, however, it is crushed by Abel and there is no prospect of a revival in relation to budget and effort.

(... I thought it was unnecessary, but I'm glad I heard it out with interest. The question is if we can really handle it... we just have to simplify it and make it compact. I didn't want to do that on this earthen field, but if you don't have any other hands, you have no choice.)

Altamia stares at Rasboot and decides to be ready.

(Slap a scaled abel ball into that evil hobby wand!