"" Huh... Marriage.
Coming. No, no, no. The seven-pillar gods lost their words when they saw Viktinias and Masar, who stuck to their desks and showed them sync to stunning. Because whatever I said, all I could see was a future that would piss me off.
"Hey, Masal?
"What kind of victinias?
"Forget about it and get to work, okay?
"Right, work is healing now.
The seven pillars that passed painfully and just didn't want to get involved in what it was like to be a job for two people in pain are sure to be nothing wrong.
"So, you figured out what happened to Master Magialus?
"What can I say...... good report? and there are bad reports...... which is better from which. The good news is that that idiot is technically alive... apparently.
"Whoa, that was good! If he's alive, he'll figure it out!
But the expression of the seven-pillar gods does not float.
"He said he's alive... So the bad reports are unknown?
"No, not on such a pretty level. Looks like he's not a god anymore.
"Huh? Is there a system where God suddenly retires?
"Masaru... God is not a profession.
"For once, I just asked, didn't I?
Very subtle air flows.
"So, why aren't we all so well?
"Sister... and Masal. We've already spoken to Zelafitis.
"Let me ask you something. That was a good one, wasn't it?
Seven nodding columns. As far as Sylphanus is concerned, he looks up to heaven.
"So, can I ask you to report the bad guys?
"I helped everyone see the past... so that idiot... I saw what happened to Maggialuus. He was eating that geese, no matter what.
"Wait a minute! That Gezigezi is the one who destroyed that king capital of Bazelarka, isn't it?
"............ ugh.
"Hey! Masal!? Don't throw up here!
"No, it won't even be possible... Sylphanus was throwing up, too.
"Hey! Don't take it apart!
Even while we're talking about that, Master Corhontos helps us clean up the diarrhea with a slightly sad look on his face, which makes it beautiful.
"Thank you, Master Corhontos... and I'm sorry.
"But why did you try to eat that food?
"Come on, you don't know what an idiot thinks.
Gelafitis seems tired and relaxed. Naturally, only Zelafitis looks at the past and sees it firsthand.
"So, what happened after that?
"I went down like I was being manipulated to the ground.
"What do you mean, manipulated?
Only the Masaru on this occasion doesn't know who Gezigezi was who caused that disaster, no, he hasn't been informed.
"That's called an evil god. It's not a creature right… if God is born with positive power, then evil gods are born with negative power. Except that was supposed to be a god. The power runs wild and twisted. A crooked being… not in the form of a creature, and the power that was a leak erodes and drives other creatures crazy.
"I mean, that's why you were in a bao-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
"I'm not sure what it is, but if you understand it, fine.
"But to be honest, it's tough that you might get an infection...
"It's okay there, now the host is Magialus... infected with other creatures because previous hosts were overflowing without absorbing power? I did, but I think Maggialuus' vessel would fit with the power of the newborn evil god. You're using your powers in Bazelarka.
There was also a flaw that originally only God could fail, and that if the hearts of other creatures, such as faith, could not move, they could not compensate for their power anew. If I had been more aggressive, I would have accumulated more power from those fascinated by madness and fear, but it didn't even seem to evolve further because Massal had solved it once and for all with his power.
"I see... so can you kill everything... You did your best, Viktinias......
All right, all right. Viktinias stiffens by dyeing cheeks in cherry blossom on a massal stroking his head.
"The two of you there? Keep talking, all right? I'm tired, too, so could you stop imitating me like I'm grinding your heart?
It is a rare and poisonous rhetoric that seems to be enjoying Zelafitis considerably.
"Huh?... ahhh... ho. Please proceed.
Masaru also corrected his posture with a bad bat on the boulder and reflecting on his face.
"So, you see... it looks like Magialus, down on earth, merged with the warcraft that was nearby to compensate the flesh by being completely eroded by the power of the Evil God. Because it's hard to say that the flesh is right for God and the Evil God to keep moving on earth... and that we've also taken in physically strong creatures to solve that quickly, well, that's what it looks like... okay?
"Is God not fit to keep moving on earth after all......
Beyond Massal's gaze whining in a small voice, of course, victinias......
"Are you listening for a second? Mr. Masaru?"
Gelafitis, who held his head back with grit and fist bones, is completely angry and his eyes aren't laughing at all.
"I mean, you're on the ground fusing with some creature, right? Listen, Masyo?
"So, that current fusion of Magyaulus, Evil Gods and Warcraft... hereinafter referred to as Magyaulus, but I also saw his current appearance.
"Oh, boulder gelafitis! He's a man who can do his job!
"You don't even think about it, Yamelo!... Damn, uh, Maggialuus now has four legs on his big powerful body... he has white wings on his back and a long nose... and then he's peachy.
"" Ah!
Masaru and Victinius are relieved to keep their mouths open because they have too much in mind.
"That's a pinfant, isn't it? There's a warcraft that I've never seen but something, and if I attack it, it feels like something's connected to me, so I take him home, and I think he's probably still playing with wind chipped rabbits and horned rabbits on the Vintarian ranch?
………………………
"Speaking of which, Magialus was a dm, wasn't he?
"Wow..." Massal said, distorting his face to information he doesn't even want to hear, "Speaking of which..." or whatever he manages to whine about.
"I can't believe I have to contact you if I know where you are... but in some cases it's a crusade, Masal. Is that good?
"Fine ~!
Masaru, who rolls out a mess that won't be passed on to anyone, was still left alone, and he was a god + one omake who would pack up about future fine response measures, etc.