Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

When the high elves of the golden crown flew the waves of thought, the movements of all the high elves stopped, those who were flying around, those who were watching what was going on from the building.

Despite this emergency, he hastily dropped altitude, and those who were already on the ground had their heads on the ground.

"O, Master Orviga... Master Orviga has descended!

"I'm sorry, Master Orviga... it didn't even come true to crash a rare ship like Knox...!

Apparently that man...... the golden crown is in a very great position among the high elves.

That high elf, which the literature almost certainly specifies as arrogant alignment, had his head on the ground and begged for forgiveness.

It's not just that.

... If we can have a conversation, it might be a good opportunity to proceed peacefully.

Let Babylon 8000 send a wave of thoughts and try to negotiate with that guy.

I slowed down the Puppet Dragon Ketzalkoattle even more and left it in a state of stagnation.

"I apologize for violating your territory, I'm sorry. But there's something I really need to do..."

"Get off, Marlen. Do you have no doubt that you will speak out of height after the king of the world?

The Golden Crown uses the Spirit Beast to fly a wave of thought at me.

It was a gaze from the top, which was so frightening.

"... I'm sorry to overlap, but I can't do that. I know I'm in danger if I go down."

'Ha, that's a boring joke. You really don't seem to know who the rest is. This is why Marlen is retarded and troubled. At the time you stood before you, it was no different that you were desperately bound on that rare ship, or that you were crawling on the ground and wearing your head. In terms of dying at once with one of the remaining whims. "

The golden crown laid his hand on his forehead with a tremendous breast, and let him shake his head.

"... who do you say you are to say that much?

"The rest of my name is Orviga... and I am king of high elves, who have come near to the height of God in the person of man. Even an ignorant short-lived species would know about that, wouldn't they?

"O, Orviga......!?

I've heard of it.

He is also a mythical figure.

It is assumed that he has continued to lead the High Elves according to the will of the sky god Silfeim, and if he really is in person, he will be more than 10,000 years old in calculation.

But Orviga, who is now in his current life, had too luminous skin to say 10,000 years old.

Normally, even high elves should have a lifespan of a thousand years.

I also just thought Orviga was something that was so dead.

"You're as trustworthy as it sounds...... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Ah, following that Spirit...?

What do you mean...?

It's like I knew I was coming here beforehand.

... When it comes to the divine, if Count Jurem is fooling the sky god Silfeim into pawning the high elves, as Med was manipulating the country by becoming the water god Leviath.

Doesn't that Spirit mean Count Jurem?

Because... Count Jurem still brought Meir here.

There was no mistake in my mind.

'Master Sylpheim gave a warning on purpose, so I wonder what kind of guy he is... isn't he just a kid on a rare ship? Enough, sink.'

Orviga puts up a big cane.

"প র ী র া জ া (Fairy King's) ত ী র (Arrow)"

Five great magic formations floated in the universe.

The magic formation overlaps everything and mutates into a more complex magic formation.

The magic Devin also used, but the magic formation is huge and the complexity of the procedure is completely different.

"Oh... that's our king!

"What a beautiful magic formation!

"Thank God... I didn't know you could have seen the magic of Master Orviga while you were alive!

There was also cheer from the high elves watching around.

It's something I knew from looking at how things were going so far, but in high elves, it seems that king means more than earth.

Sometimes the legendary person Orviga came to live 10,000 years ago, I guess.

"Disappear, inferior creature. Let me show you something called the blow of the king of the high elves."

A bunch of light entered from the magic formation was ejected and headed towards the puppet dragon Ketzalkoattle floating in the sky.

The junction played, but the beam of light never ends.

A mass of magical energy that kept ejecting from the magic formation kept shredding the surface of the junction.

'Did you think that would prevent it? Magic civilizations of inferior creatures are known. Know what I mean? After a thousand years, twenty will be replaced, and each time knowledge will start again from scratch. The old technology that failed to take over becomes obsolete. But in the meantime, we, the High Elves, can continue to excel in magic by ourselves. It's all about children's play for us, like what you're doing...'

Orviga shook her head in a daze and took a grumpy bare gesture.

After I finished saying it, Orviga looked at me again and wrinkled me in the face.

'Hmm?

Rub your eyelids with your hands once and look up at the sky again.

My junction still kept playing a bunch of light.

I was impressed with Orviga, too.

How dare you keep shooting such cost performance and retarded magic for seconds in a row.

I wouldn't take this kind of means first if I wasn't confident of the considerable amount of magic.

It's like throwing magic into a ditch, so I would repel it, but maybe it doesn't spare this much magic for a king of high elves who lives more than in the mythical age.

Orviga seems to still intend to see how things are going now, but if it becomes a full-scale battle, it may also become more difficult to get things done without killing the high elves as much as possible.

If they break through the juncture and start shooting decent sorcery in, there 'll be no more after this one.

And we haven't even seen the bottom of Orviga yet.

... the junction was not yet shredded, but the power of the fairy king's arrows was gradually decreasing along the way.

"... that junction, isn't it so shredded?

"Oh, that's not good. It's a blow to our king, Master Orviga."

"But isn't it strange that we haven't been able to break through in the first place by doing all this?

It seemed that disturbing air was beginning to drift among the high elves.

"... The last time Master Orviga lifted his hips was two thousand years ago, but didn't he lose his magic in the meantime?

"Ki, you, what the hell! Exile! Master Orviga's rebels! Banish them to the ground!

"But that would be the only way! It's possible, this is happening!

I don't hear a lot of words, but it seemed to be breaking out somewhat downstairs to a fight of beatings.

Olviga's complexion gradually gets worse.

And the fairy king's arrow suddenly raised its power at the end, where it broke off puffy, and Orviga lowered his scepter with no expression.

The other high elves were completely silent by cutting off their talk.

On the way to witchcraft, you stopped me...?