Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Altamia waves her arm.

The two metal crosses that could be behind her swung the unconscious monks on top off to the spot and reshaped into large spheres and triangular cones respectively.

"Well, manipulating a chunk of phantom copper (oleicalcos) is funny. That's Altamia the Witch."

Jim laughs.

Two pieces of metal, Altamian's manipulative sphere and triangular cone, swerve through the universe, pinching the gym between them and turning to draw a large circle.

"To see what you look like on the lower end, maybe a magician from the Kingdom of Maharoun? I don't know what you've been up to here, but if you're going to do with my magic wave tower, you don't think you can make it home alive!

Two pieces of metal fly into the gym.

"... Hmm, it's a little bit of time to bring that circle tower home"

Jim squeaks his fingers and steps hard on the ground with his legs to take the stand with both palms facing left and right.

Surprisingly fine, plant root-like muscle fibers emerged all over his body.

The two pieces of metal sandwiched from both sides, at the moment of contact with the zyme, reversed their orientation to each and jumped in the direction in which they came.

The sphere and the triangular cone scrape the ground, knocking down the tree and pushing it forward.

"Gro... you're a kind of physical enhancement of magic, aren't you? How did that happen when you molested your body?

Altamia tapped lightly, but remembered her inner upset.

The specific gravity of phantom copper (oleicalcos) falls into the highest class among the few existing demonic metals.

Although both this sphere and the triangle cone are about three metres long, at this size they also have a weight approaching a large dragon fifty metres long.

You can move at speeds that exceed the normal warrior's reaction limit for the minute when the motion tends to be linear, and the amount of motion at the highest speed exceeds the blow of a large dragon.

Even if you strengthen your flesh with magic, it shouldn't be easy to play.

Rasboot, who was an assassin from the Reeveras kingdom, showed a departure from orbit with a force push using flesh fortified by a spell, but Jim is not in that dimension.

When two illusory copper (oleicalcos) chunks are bounced off both sides, they are well beyond the bounds of martial arts.

"... you, Sir Pelterre, were on guard, are you related to Count Jurem?

Rasboot was also a monster that took off the human domain, but Zim is not such a raw and warm thing.

There can't be so many people out there.

For example, the origins are often limited.

I don't even think he's Abel's relative because he's not Marlen.

"Surprised? The finest of my finished martial arts is. I don't need to use it to your extent, but I appreciate it. We don't have time for this. Let's do everything we can."

Jim keeps his unusual appearance, stirring his neck and approaching Altamia.

"Exactly, there's no way I could just push it... It's called that strange orbit, something, karaki..."

When I thought about it that way, there was just something behind Altamia's brain.

Nearly a hundred years ago, before Altamia artificially spiritualized herself, she had the opportunity to fight the monks and soldiers of the Kingdom of Maharoun.

In doing so, there were monks who used a technique called "ghost flushing" to reduce damage by letting part of their impact escape to the walls and the ground.

Assuming that Jim's moves hit the top of the "ghost stream," and he can completely transfer his own impact to other objects, he is also convinced of the flying orbit of the phantom copper (oleicalcos) mass.

It was exactly the opposite of the direction in which it was flying.

Normally it is an absurd idea, but there is no other explanation.

"... but if you do that, the shock should run around and the bones and guts in your body should gut. There is no way we can completely zero the dispersion of impact in a complex animal's body. If I were human, I would."

To Altamia's words, Jim hoisted the end of his mouth.

"... you're the same artificial spirit I am."

If you are a chunk of the Spirit Body, it is not surprising that you can freely create and change your body according to the shock you have suffered.

Altamia cannot reproduce at all the divorce of the carriage of shocks due to the deformation of elaborate internal structures, but it is satisfactory by reason.

The unusual appearance of Jim was also muscular if we thought it was not just physical strengthening by magic, but a forceful imitation of human martial arts to activate the Spirit Body with magic.

To Altamian's words, Jim ugly distorts his face and laughs at him like a monkey.

"Hi-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! An artificial spirit is what makes me laugh. You just spotted me as out-of-the-way, but it's so uncomfortable to be mistaken for such a distorted existence!

Jim kicks the ground and approaches Altamia.

Altamia floated twelve flaming spheres around her, sticking her arms forward.

Twelve flaming spheres head to the gym.

"But you just won't be able to return the heat!

Jim moves forward as he jumps to the right and left, lightly flaming a series of balls of flame.

It's like I can't hit it. It moves too quickly and is well above the level where it can be managed with feints and rushes.

"Ugh..."

Jim disappeared from her sight as Altamia floated behind her and tried to leave the scene.

When Altamia ran her sight around to find what Zim looked like, someone eagled at the back of her head, descending all at once and slamming her to the ground.

"What a shame, Orange Witch. Did you think you could tailor this me with just a sphere of fire?

Jim, who was grabbing Altamia's head, puts his face closer and peeks into her face.

"We've got just the right people. Wow, Hijoho. Yeah, I'll stay with you. You're asking me more about the tower than that magical madness, aren't you? Hey, can you show me around?

"... you're an idiot, you. If you move a bomb like that badly, you could drop every single star you want into a distortion of time and space."

"It would be nice to resist... Actually, I am sending my men, about two more people, to the village. Is there anyone in the village who can fight my men? If we don't get back soon, Phage Land will be a rolling ground for corpses, right? Hmm?"

Jim put his face closer to Altamia's ear and said so with a deliberate cat stroke.

"Anta......! For calling yourself a natural spirit, you imitate so much cunning! So this tower is a decent substitute for touching. Then no...!

"It's up to me to decide that. Come on, you just have to show me how satisfied I am. If I could only get the Tower theory, I'd let you go."