Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"That's the best you can do, Count Julem. If you have moves you're hiding, don't hesitate to use them."

Count Julem stares at me with his teeth clenched.

"Sure, let's admit I'm late with fine skill. But compared to the amount of magic, I'm not willing to lose. I guess you're a little too far on the diagram just because you beat a half-model opponent like Sims who can't even be human?

Count Jurem raises his left arm.

I feel my magic grow, mainly at my fingertips.

"Sounds deliberate"

I waved my wand and scattered the magic formations that were spinning near the right arm lowered by Count Jurem.

"Ugh..."

Count Jurem was ready to exercise his invisible metamorphosis by making it look like he was preparing his left hand to attack.

Attract attention to your left hand and set up a trick with the opposite hand.

Hands that are often used in tricks.

I'm not going to hook you up with such a handyman because I have easy knowledge over there.

Count Jurem simultaneously deploys the magic formations of the three transfers as he kicks and moves the ship.

I'll crush it one by one.

As he kicked the ship and tried to escape to the outside, the oatem that was after him kicked it and slammed it back onboard.

Count Julem's body was slammed aboard and bounced heavily.

"Stupid...... keep living than far back in the mythological age, this me... this me, the ruler of the world, in this place, mistreating one kid, but just, it's over...?

Earl of Jurem rises.

As always, no trauma, but obviously exhausted.

"I wanted to avoid this hand... but I can no longer choose the means"

Count Jurem breathes and grabs his own left arm with the opposite hand.

That's how I twisted it wide and split it it nicely from my shoulder.

The decoy and the arm that remains covered in clothing fall off.

"Let's give some of us a new name, Jem!

The severed arm pictured a sphere emitting green light.

In the light, two eyeballs and a big mouth float.

The figure is close to the Spirit Sim.

"Bu, Spirit......!?

I was just amazed.

The devil is what countless spirits have accidentally gathered together as one life form thanks to the thoughts and years in which they lived individually.

Typically, the disconnected part returns to nature scattered as it is if the body cannot be recovered.

It is said, however, that very rarely separated areas also gain self as another demon.

That is the Spirit.

However, it is a phenomenon that can destroy the identity of the devil, and the body is rarely extinguished by what happened to the Spirit.

Besides, he's gaining another self, so it shouldn't necessarily mean the Spirit is cooperative with the main body.

It is also an act that greatly degrades the quality of the body's demons at a time when we are dividing the Spirit Body, the source of power in the first place.

I never thought there would be a demon who would aim and imitate like this.

Count Jurem touches his left shoulder.

The left arm, which has just been lost, is quickly back on track.

"Gem, I know what your role is!

Count Jurem jumps behind his back.

Gems and others are coming to me to replace them.

I came out to buy time to escape easily.

"ব া য ় ু (Wind) ফ ল ক (Elephant the Blade)!"

I float four magic formations and strike at Count Jurem.

Specializing in attack speed over power, this one is more effective for Count Jurem, who runs around.

Count Jurem is spitting out scattered magic.

Besides, you should be severing quite a bit of spiritual body and magic to make the Spirit.

Come on, it's the limit.

Count Jurem manipulated the wind with his arms, deflecting the orbit of the two wind blades and turning behind him.

But the two remaining blades of wind severed the head and abdomen of Count Jurem greatly.

You don't need to be as handsome as a human being than you found out you were just a demon.

I am well aware of the robustness of high-ranking demons.

Gems flying in nearby were going to prevent attacks with Magi Metal and Autem and pursue them with magic to stab Todome.

But Gem made it look like he was coming to me, and he was jumping up into the sky.

When I look up, Gem is rolling out a magic formation.

... It's too late to interfere now.

Count Jurem's aim seemed to be to draw attention to himself, the main body, and to ensure that the Spirit exercised his magic.

Those words and actions were fake or they caught me.

... but the Spirit should be inferior in ability to the Earl of Jurem.

I don't think a great deal of magic can be exercised. It's encrypted, but it's probably a magic formation of metastases.

But the distance between Jem and Count Jurem is too wide to let Count Jurem get away with metastatic magic.

Are you going to let the Spirit alone escape in order to bring the information back?

In the middle of the magic formation, a young skinny man emerged.

It was the other way around.

I'm not here to escape, I'm here to call for reinforcements.

But...... the distance is open but it was a familiar atmosphere somewhere.

"Coming, Gillemeim!

Earl of Jurem screams.

"Gillette, mame......?

Speaking of Gillemeim, he is a genius magician who, five hundred years ago, almost pushed the conventional magic system, which was obscure at the time, up to its present form by itself, to the greatest ever.

However, he was also a biased philosopher, who eventually angered multiple religions as the bearers of dangerous ideas and was eventually supposedly slaughtered.

However, there is no portrait or sculpture of Gillemeim left as one, so there is no way I can feel a sense of readiness in its appearance.

"You said you changed your name because it was too noticeable out of the math. You really don't listen to me no matter how many times I tell you."

Floating beside Gem was James, a pedestrian who once carried me from the Marlen settlement to the city of Romane.

I opened my eyes.

"Ugh, lying, you know... no..."

I assumed, but I was shocked.

... It was James who helped me cut me off from acting with Meir.

"But even though I'm busy, you do all the extra things. I was just worried about Jim's indiscretion, but I didn't expect you to imitate Big Book on your own like that. Trouble is, you have the most magical powers, you can't create spirits on your own."

James stares at Count Jurem.

Earl Julem looked uncomfortably at me.

"... Ritual day is near, not a problem. Besides, you're the one who brought me in. There's nothing more intrusive than an unusable weapon, get rid of it. You could do that, couldn't you?