Since when did that statue contain such divine power?


    No, is it true that it is contained? If I had topare it, the divine power spread all over the ce was thick like dust, so it was difficult to properly confirm even that. What is certain now is that none of us were aware of this until he touched the statue, and he is still screaming and enduring to be a demilich anyway.


    Even 1 second seems to be split into innumerable moments. In time, there are 50,000 cases that pass through my mind. There is no time to worry about which of the branches of thought that instinctively stretch out.


    First of all, as always, hit the root and see. By the time I thought so, I was already elerating towards the god statue, avoiding something like lightning that came pouring out along with the quack’s scream.


    “After asking if you’re curious, he self-introduced and fell into disarray.”


    It was a strange attack.


    What was visible before the lightning was fired was obviously simr to a magic spell, but what was actually working there was a mixture of magical power and divine power.


    Even if the casting time became ridiculously fast, there was no time to interrupt the flow of magic by swinging the sword, but the moment I took three more steps to close the distance with him, none of the fourpleted spells were properly destroyed.


    Emmet must be trying to dispel from the back, but this shape


    …


    It means that his magic is being transformed into a form different from the existing frame in real time.


    [[It’s a contest to see which of us will ovee death!!]] As


    the four spells were copied into eight copies, what was fired was like a beam of light surrounding a zing fire. It was obviously a me-type projectile in terms of theposition of the technique, but the sight ofser beamsing out of nowhere was surprising enough.


    But it’s just amazing, not particrly threatening. Time was running out to avoid it, but the barrier that spread from the gauntlet that had been infused with magical energy for the first time in a long time was enough to block it. It was his mistake to kill me one point without an error in order to explode my head with eight magicspleted in an instant.


    “Do the damn thing. Very.”


    In that short time, it waspleted again, and I avoided the shooting magic with double eleration. It would be great if I could reach the stone statue by jumping up and down, as is often the case in cartoons, but unfortunately, if I did that, even ten lives would not be enough, so I ran hard.


    Now, with the help of Este, who gives her protection without any request or exnation, the elerated movement bes a pseudo-demilich, and even a struggling quack cannot easily catch up.


    In a battle between a wizard and a warrior who are on the same level and are doing their best, who has the upper hand is a hotly debated topic in a long tradition.


    “What does this guy who has already lost ovee?”


    The distance to the quack is now around 2 meters. Perhaps he had an intuition that he couldn’t increase the distance with attack magic, but through the bizarrely fast casting, I was a quack with a shield around my body, but my goal wasn’t him, so I just passed by.


    [[What?]]


    I can feel that he is taken aback by my actions. The fact that the skull, which had been fidgeting with a lot of cracks and seemed to burst at any moment, was expanding from the inside seems to be proof that the guy’s concentration was distracted.


    But even that is only a moment. For some reason, as soon as he epted the divine power, his abilities were greatly increased, and in an instant, the magic began to form as the magic moves around the guy who grabbed the skull as if he were re-bonded.


    But this time he waste. I stabbed Este at the stone statue before she couldplete her magic.


    “Este!!”


    [Ha, I do it!!]


    I tried to make thest effort and it’s a level that can be called a variable enough, but I’m also a person who doesn’t fall for a variable anywhere. With a fierce cutting sound, Este, embedded in the statue, began to gather divine power as if it had absorbed the remnants of the evil god.


    It is on a different level than when sucking the remnants of evil spirits from the corpse of the Wind King. Seeing Esthe, who instantly absorbs divine power as if sucking up dust with a vacuum cleaner, the skeleton of the quack opened up again and even the magic ceremony was disturbed.


    [[Standing, holy sword?! You bastard! Was he a hero!!]]


    There was no duty or value to answer, so he only focused on moving his head quickly.


    The absorption power that Este shows is obviously phenomenal, but the divine power flowing to the quack cannot be cut off at once. Above all, I don’t know where the source of this divine power is, but after approaching it directly and inserting the sword, I feel dizzy from its vastness.


    Until then, you have to deal with him.


    “Yeah fuck.”


    As soon as I finished my judgment, I withdrew my hand from the esthetic treatment, looked straight at the skull with a crack that was iparablyrger than before, and raised a fist full of divine power.


    “The hero has appeared.”


    Then, suddenly, I closed the distance with double eleration, and swung my fist to smash his skull.


    ?


    Vistal, who firmly believed that he had created a sudden variable, was shocked by the unexpected appearance of the warrior and the holy sword, and once again by the brutality of the warrior who let go of the sword and then suddenly punched and drove without an axe in both hands. did.


    And it began to change into another shock at the same time as the warrior’s fist struck and cracked his skull.


    ‘The distance… doesn’t work…!’


    He wasn’t punching because he was simply ignorant.


    The two-handed ax he wielded was obviously fast, but the current Vistal went through the process of bing a demilich, and his perceptible range and thinking became much faster. It feels like a new path has been opened with the copse of the wall of thoughts that had been blocked until now, and I feel even mentally refreshed.


    I can assure you that if he brought an ax in an unknown way and started fighting, I was confident enough to block it and counterattack to gain distance and time.


    But punching was different.


    Even the crossbow arrows fired from the nose would be slower than his fists. It must have been a smoke screen operation that they had fought without using divine power until now, and Eldmia’s movement, which clung to her with even more strengthened physical abilities without hesitation, was not at a level that the wizard could control.


    However, this does not mean that punches cannot deliver effective blows. Vistal feared from the bottom of his heart that if two punchesnded in the exact same ce, his head would be shattered and he would die.


    Vistal’s body, which has been cracked as if it would break at any moment from forcibly epting divine power and going through the process of fusion, is not in a state of being easily crumbling as it seems. Normal physical attacks cannot even scratch, and with durability and resistance to magic, it is possible to withstand quite a bit of magic. Thanks to the divine power that it is absorbing, it can withstand even low-level sexual techniques.


    Destroy it with only two fists. What that means is very clear.


    It is said that the gauntlet, which is gradually crumbling and breaking, and the fist of the bastard contained in it have greater divine power and magical power than any holy weapon.


    [[A hero, in this situation! at this moment! He must be a warrior!!]]


    Watching the two demons froth at the holy power pouring out of the vessel in the basement of the temple, he saw a possibility.


    Feeling his own body that did not crumble at once, his mind growing clearer even in the midst of terrible pain, and the magic that became stronger and faster each time, he foresaw sess and felt joy.


    I was thrilled to see that the demon wizard who persistently interfered with my magic was unable to do anything, and by the time that magic came to me naturally as if it were breathing in my life, I had already ovee this situation and made ns to continue my research in earnest. was weaving


    [[why!! Why did the world, from one to ten, interfere with me!!]]


    It was now copsing in real time in front of two fists and a sword.


    “It’s ridiculous, you son of a bitch.”


    The moment Bistal finally exploded in the most unreasonable and unfair situation in all the years she had spent so far, shouted, Eldmia’s hand, which had been punching while saving even time to breathe, grabbed his neck bone.


    Of course, it was normal if there were no blows from that, but for some reason Vistal felt as if he was suffocating.


    “Why, why, you bastard?


    [[Huh…]]


    I wanted to say, don’t say anything.


    If Eldmia hadn’t mmed Vistal’s head down on the floor, she would have said that.


    “Kki, Kieeek…”


    Then, for some reason, Indio, who had been groaning under the weight of the divinity from far away, cried out while clutching her head.