That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Trolls move faster than Firewolves and boast the power to overwhelm Auga.

It's one of the top races of demons.

If that number is fifty, the number of those who can manage alone will be limited even in the Empire.

Meena was an elf on the side she could manage.

"O son of the wind, be my hands and my feet, and seal their movements.“ Wind Tied ""

When she casts a spell as she sings in a beautiful voice, the called upon wind spirits sift their power accordingly.

The man shouted in amazement as the wind clumped like a chain on the giant body of Troll Fifty, sealing his movements.

"If so, stupid!? Isn't wind tying just a junior spiritual art!? Why does it work for trolls!?"

Trolls are also quite resistant to witchcraft and spirituality.

If it was just a "wind tie," it would have bounced off in an instant and turned that user into a piece of meat.

But the sight that spreads in front of him is that the trolls can't even move their fingers because of the wind.

"Depending on the magic we share with the spirits, we can exert more power than rank. Didn't you know that much?"

Meena laughs coldly at a man's ignorance and works on the Spirit of the Wind to destroy the Troll.

The man looked at the sight of insanity without hesitation.

"I don't even have to use advanced techniques like you guys do. Know yourself, you pig."

The abusive man distorted his expression to humiliation, but at the same time he returns to me and tries to escape with metastatic magic.

But I was stunned to realize that metastatic magic wouldn't activate.

"I see, the speed of judgment is not bad. But if there's a big difference between magic and strength, it's also possible to seal the opponent's metastatic magic."

Meena will teach you to be cold.

The user of metastatic witchcraft can interfere with the metastatic witchcraft of other surgeons, but without a difference in strength, it doesn't work.

The power of her and the man is about open in heaven and earth, which made it easier.

"One, too strong... now you, goddess of sin Wilhemina..."

The man gasps in despair, realizing who Meena is.

There should be no other elf of a woman who is in the empire and has so much overwhelming power.

He was ranked second in danger among the subjects told "pray you don't meet him" by the boss of the organization to which he belonged.

"You just noticed?

Meena doesn't laugh coldly, sends a pitiful glance.

"There will be some elves themselves who can defeat Trolls in lower spiritual arts."

Although Bal wasn't willing to do that, he made a statement that would follow the man as a result.

Elves excel as a race, and will be number one among all races when it comes to the handling of spiritual art.

"You're right."

She nods and then asks the man in the black robe.

"Who do you think you are on my side, by the way?

"You're a doez," Bal thought, but didn't say anything.

"Wilhemina, goddess of sin, takes such an attitude, is... no way, god of war of light"

A man trembles at his bad luck.

He had been given information about Yagami Fai (Leviataine) by the organization.

Some of them naturally have information about the God of War of Light, and it also says that Meena is the only person in the same Yagami Fai (Levatein) who takes an obedient attitude.

The God of War of Light has an unknown face, but needless to say, he was number one in danger among the subjects he told to "pray not to meet".

I wonder why the # 1 and # 2 danger were here only today and I ran into myself.

When you think that far, the man's consciousness falls far away.

"... dead"

Meena replies to Bal's crush.

"Yes. Confirmed. It's a spell. That's quite an advanced category, too. Apparently, this man is a disposable pawn."

"... that's going to be a pain in the ass"

Bal sighed softly.