The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

"Long time no see, Unjohn.... You look a lot pale though?

I spoke to Unjohn through the video relay magic (real live) planted in the wine barrel golem Bulb.

Voices emitted across the ruins are converted into audio with a pseudo-vocal cord inside the wine barrel golem.

Meanwhile, it is a mechanism that cannot be seen from Anjorn or Bearthus.

"Sage Grecas! Where are you?

The roar like a carnivore who found his prey, and the voice colors mixed with the fury of hatred, were filled with exuberant force.

The black monochrome man looked around as he slowly stood up. But the neck remains diagonally pointed. From all over the body, the black tar-like slime drips in a daze.

The black-eyed, white-eyed eyeball had a whirlpool of rainbow light like an oil film.

"... you've been miserable for a long time. You escaped and ran all the way to this island?

"Unplug me, sage Grekaaaas! I'll never forget that hate! Defeat and humiliate the Dragon Man! of the invincible power and immortality that had been stripped of his heroic status and was supposed to be available in one more step... eternal life - '

"I don't know."

"Nah!?

I cut it off cold.

I'm sure Anjorn is talking about a battle in the Dragon Man (Draguns), but resentment and humiliation are the result of self-righteous desire and defeat.

As a result, we will lose our position as representative wizards of a country, but if there is no room for sympathy, there is no need to listen now.

"Unleash the slime with the island's semiinsects. The respite is three seconds. After that, you will be punished. Whoa... and three seconds, two, one... time's up."

"Fast wow!? Look! I am now... beyond you, invincible, most powerful...! I finally made it.

"All I feel is pity anymore. Too stupid (...)"

Actually, I had quite a head start. I saved this man, who had no choice but to be killed by the dragon men, by pity and destroying magic. It's this saying nonetheless.

My sweetness doesn't start now, but I look back.

"Uh-oh!?

When I put the cockroach and neck back together, black tar popped out of my ears and nose. I could easily imagine what happened to Anjorn's body.

"... eaten body and mind, fell into the darkness of nothingness"

What happens if you keep letting the slime that absorbs magic suck the magic of the "dark attribute" that comes from feeding on hate and sorrow... that's self-evident reason.

Innocent and transparent slime is black and dirty and eventually begins to bubble. It is no longer a monster of corrosive horror in itself.

But what bothers me is that Anjorn is nesting such a dangerous "black slime" in his own body. The mucus life (slime) that was used to manipulate semiinsecticians (Innosextians) is such a corrosive monster that the guts are instantly consumed and you cannot live for a moment.

- Is his treasure sword (...) "Golden (Kinetic) Dawn (Holresort)" giving you any power?

"Scary. Shit... Scary"

I can't see it from the other side, but Manuferno and Riola seem to have been barometrically pressured by the boulders.

When I noticed it, Manuferno was picking his arm cuddly. Riola also puts her face on Iola's shoulder beside her, trying to lay low.

"Ya, I knew Plum should leave a message -..."

"P, if Plum says so, we can't help it!? Huh?"

Plum and Hemperoza came full of adventures, but at once they seemed scared to notice. I can't help being shown such a creepy object.

"Uhm...... right. Today's adventure journey looks like you might want to rethink it a bit."

I moved the video relay magic (Real Live) to block the two of us from the video and changed it to an angle that only I could see. You can cry at night if you scare me any more.

But what can be described as an unintentional wine barrel golem hit seemed to be enough time for Bearthus, who completely lost his loyalty (...), to escape.

I can't go out with you anymore, Zance! If you don't mind, Zansoo!

The giant muscle man pops out of the room like he rolls in a hurry. There are several windows, but apparently only one entrance.

I rewrote the behavior control technique that was planted in the "blurb" through the magic thread (Magiwire) to follow Bearthus. At the same time, he moves the 'blurb' back, turning it into a system that sees gaps and escapes.

The two metallic cobwebs that blew up earlier also rose up with a roar.

"Hey, buddy got away, huh?

"Bear Atus......!? Ah... you too... running away ah?

I remember the "White Saint" Badjob I once fought for. The man, who repeatedly reincarnated and lost all his memory and companionship at the end of a long journey, was pitiful and lonely.

"Oh man. You're like a naked king"

"Yes, shut up! All right! I... I am! I got it! Dirty the Queen of the Drops of the First Fluid (Promethea) (...)... and this pitch-black darkness that was born! Beautiful profound! I got a sign to the glory of the millennial empire (Zawzaut) to God!

With his black armor wrapped around his whole body, Anjorn stretched his hands toward heaven with a tranced grin. A torn mouth to the ear, and dirty mucus drips from the gap in the armor.

- That the identity of the black slime is the queen of the drops (drops) of the original fluid (Promethea) (...)...?

I look out the window in amazement. Colo, the dangoose Phantom, and Princess Rana, who remains stuck on that T-shirt, are in the midst of a nostalgic hometown view.

- Didn't Princess Rana know this fact from the beginning?

If that is the only detached individual, Princess Larna, from her mother who is tainted by horrible magic and transformed into a tar-like monster...

"We're going to modify the semi-ininsects (Innosexians) to tailor them to soldiers... and even start a war?

Everyone in the living room watching the conversation between me and Unjohn, sipping and watching.

I can't seem to keep an eye out for the emergence of an arrow tip, an unexpected enemy, to attack the island.

"My faithful servants and the pathetic bugs that have been transformed will be honorable foremen of the resurrection of the glorious Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia). Ahhh!

The dialogue and rhetoric, and the flag I raised, sounded familiar.

"... Unjohn? You (...)... are different. Who (...) are you? The treasure sword, the soul that dwells in" The Golden (Kinetic) Dawn (Holresort) "(...)?

"Sage Grecas!? No way -"

Fairy Metius stopped on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"Oh, I don't think so." One Pillar "of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) and Design Management Sage Conference (Architect), dwelling in the Sword, the Soul"

"Kukukuku, it's a boulder...! The sage of modern (...), GUGUREAKAAAS! Right......! I got myself into a sword and fell asleep for a long time, but my memory and soul - I responded to the waves of the resurrected Eight Sages (...) and finally woke up!

- After all, was the mastermind one of the ghosts of the millennial empire (Saisaumpedia), the treasures of (...)?

"I see, the point goes"

The treasure sword, the holy sword known as the "Golden (Kinetic) Dawn (Holresort)," exposes its hidden ferocity, and all the flesh of its owner, Angeon, as well as the flesh of the Queen of Slime, is about to be anointed with black resentment.

When Anjorn opened his mouth wide open, black mucus poured out as if it were a waterfall. The spot where the eyeballs appeared also fell, and the drizzle and black liquid flooded out without a stop.

"... I will crush you... and you will be part of me!

It was no longer Unjohn.

Something different, something horrible, another abominable creature is being transformed.

"Hey oh!?

Screaming from behind at the creepy look of it.

The moment the black runoff erupted from all over my body and I drank a whole bunch of cobweb Phantoms who didn't move while standing on a bar, I dashed the 'blurb' away.

"Oh no!

Running through the entrance at all costs, switching the stone staircase to four-legged walking mode. I'm not on the spot, but I'm manipulating it with a bull's eye, so it's a tremendous sense of urgency. Unexpectedly hold a sweat in my hand.

Along the way, I come across another half insect (Innosextian), but I blow this one up by the body and aim to have the lights all at once.

and finally my vision opened and I saw a green palm tree grove beneath my eyes and a blue sea plain spreading forward.

Looking back, I see ruined stone ruins. The twat is tangled and mossy, and I can tell it's pretty old.

"All right, blurb! Run straight into the woods at once!

"Bullshit!"

The moment the faithful wine barrel golem hissed bravely...

The roof of the ruins blew up with the roar. It happened because the ruins couldn't stand the pressure of a black "something" that swelled up from the inside. Even as I jumped the blurb, I was beginning to think about my next hand.

Continued!