Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

After absorbing the energy of the evil spirit from the body of the dying guy and feeding him the recovery beads, as soon as he saved him, a feeling of exhaustion rushed through his whole body.

The output obtained by exploding divine power and magical power at the same time far exceeded my expectations, and showed ridiculous results to the level of proving that no matter how inefficient and ignorant things can be done with overwhelming power.

It was faster to act subconsciously to target the captured enemy than to realize that what was just a search magic was transformed into something completely different by interlocking with the divine power, and that the information conveyed there was more than I had imagined.

It is something closer to authority than physical ability. The fact that there exists a power that can be handled like my own limbs without going through a process of learning or repeated mastery was certainly shocking, but for some reason I remained calm until the moment I cut down the enemies.

The infinitely calm composure, without any carelessness or embarrassment, was obviously foreign to me. It was no exaggeration to say that it was the ultimate form of calmly expressing anger.

Even so, thanks to his head being tighter than usual, he was able to not miss the man who was giving orders instead of Soha pulling out the dagger from his bosom, and he did his best to pierce the spear.

I never imagined that it would go wrong just because of a stone root. That would have been the same for him.

“I never thought the day would come in my life when I would blame luck for something like this.”

The power contained in his dagger was on a completely different level from what was called dregs. The activation was quick, there was no transformation, and there was no loss of reason. In a way, it seems to be a form closer to the power that Soha used to wield rather than dregs.

It was a good harvest to find out that there was a class in their trump card, but it was not a result that I personally liked because the price was the release of Soha and the wizard who was preparing to move into space. If I was a little more proficient in strength, I would have blown anything, whether it was a needle or a piece of esthetic… It’s just a pity that I couldn’t even try because it was so difficult to control that I couldn’t tell where it would bounce when ejected.

“If I had attacked, I think there would have been a gap.”

It was difficult to escape from an opponent who was recklessly rushing at him with the intention of avoiding and catching a fatal wound, even with his previous level of physical ability. It’s because of the power contained in the dagger, but it still hurts to have such a result despite paying enough attention.

Still, at the end, thinking that he was going to die, he thought that he was going to die, and that he was satisfied with saving the man who had become light-mouthed.

His power, which moved only with the belief that he would shake me off Soha, was so powerful that it was clearly incomparable to Unlucky Hulk. Even just running, the stone floor dug a hole and made a hole in the wall of the building as if it were a passageway.

“It’s a headache to have to deal with these bastards in the future.”

More than anything, I only noticed now that I was doing everything I could to get out of being caught by him, but I think I pushed 200 meters in a short time of only a few seconds. How many more daggers are there? Wouldn’t he have tried to weaponize something more in a form other than the dagger?

I heard that the front line is being pushed by my allies, but it feels like everything is suddenly uncertain.

[It’s the state of the owner.]

I chewed on the vagueness I hadn’t felt in a while and went back the way I came from while holding the leg of the stunned guy, and I heard Este’s voice in my head.

“I was thinking about that anyway. Do you know anything?”
[Eh, should I say it’s a strong god or a state similar to that of a semi-god… First of all, it’s not a normal mortal state. Have you ever experienced something like this before?]
“Not at all.”

The only thing that comes to mind is the memory of being in a weird physical condition because I was drunk with magic while dealing with orcs. However, no matter how many times I look back, it was a completely different situation.

Now, the calculation of 1 + 1 = 2 is supposed to come out, but it is close to outputting strange language out of the blue. It’s not even a number.

[It’s quite an accurate metaphor…]
“What? Did you read my thoughts?”

Didn’t have this feature?

Suddenly, I was taken aback by the feeling that I could smell the familiar scent of Mr. Epaga from the arrogant Mesugaki.

[It’s the aftermath of the bizarre act the owner just committed. Can’t you feel that the divine power that dwells in me and the divine power possessed by the owner are connected as one?]
“Yeah. I don’t know at all.”

After hearing Este’s words, I wanted to check it out, but I really don’t know. Somehow, it seems that esthetic and vocal chanting feel more comfortable in my hands, and sometimes it doesn’t.

“But that’s good. So, do you know what the emotional state I was feeling?”

Anyway, the fact that Este was able to read my thoughts to some extent was more important than confirming such a vague feeling right now. Este gave a pained voice at my subtle reaction, but she didn’t deny it.

[That… is similar to the changes that occur during the ascension process.]

It was a surprising story, but not as surprising as I thought.

Since the power has already been exhausted in the aftermath of the runaway, the previous state is not maintained, and it is not the answer that was expected. It was a feeling from another world to the extent that it was inexplicable unless it was mediocre, so it was close to what I naturally understood.

“Wouldn’t Epaga have done this too?”
[It’s just similar, but it’s a little different. There was no mental change during the feat.]
“Oh, that… what is it? How do you know that?”

The guy who always answered that he didn’t have anything in particular when I asked him if he remembered anything? This time, I was a little taken aback and stopped tearing off the robes of the special ops officers who were incapacitated by me and were lying on the ground and whimpering.

[Some of the memories of Seongchang Esthe were fused. It’s not just that I and the owner are connected, but also with the prosperous.]

Unusually, my mood calmed down at the answer that calmed me down.

I didn’t ask if there was any positive information or if there was any possibility that Sacred Heart Beauty would survive. If there was such a thing, he would have been excited and talked about it first.

Apart from our blissful mood, the information obtained from the memory of Sungchang Esthe was useful. They said it would take some time to clean it up perfectly, but I was able to figure out at least what happened to the Holy Lance.

First of all, it was found that the military annihilation incident that decorated Soha’s splendid debut occurred when the Holy Spear was still fully functional as a Holy Spear.

[I don’t know why, but the holy spear at the time lent his strength without questioning it. I wondered if something was manipulated from then on…]

There was no such thing as manipulation. That word means only one thing.

“You mean you recognized him as a hero.”
[That’s right…]

It’s a conclusion that you have no choice but to accept even if you don’t like it. ‘Why’ is the homework I have to figure out from now on.

“What the hell is going on in the world…”

Would you like to have two warriors? With the power of the devil, they are pulling out and using strange monsters and powers, and the guys under them give off the nuance that the ultimate pursuit of the lower end and the secret operation unit is completely different.

Ordinary soldiers and officers clearly cried out for freedom. I’ve never met a guy who’s talking about weird nonsense about serving a new god.

Because of that difference, he absorbed the remnants of the evil spirit from the dying guy and consumed even the precious recovery beads, saving him to make him a prisoner. He might have been in the mood to brush his teeth and die since he was about to die, but ironically, he saved his life because of that.

It seems that this is the mortal instant life, mortal instant death, or what it is.

That’s a good thing, so I hope the Heretic Judges can extract a lot of information from this guy.

[Isn’t this the time to have such vague expectations?]
“…Wow, this is quite inconvenient? Does that connection continue?”

A future where I have to live with all my thoughts read by the sword, even when I couldn’t read my thoughts, the esthetician’s arrogance gauge rose from time to time. How can I handle such a future?

[No way. It’s a temporary change, so the connection is getting weaker. I couldn’t even read half of the owner’s thoughts just now.]

It was an aesthetic treatment that seemed to be regretting something, but it was very fortunate. Relieved, I tore off my robe again to make a rope, and started tying up the Special Operations Division with it.

It was moving mechanically, but in many ways it was in an incomprehensible state. Normally, the mind is so tired that one should have fainted or collapsed right away, but the body is worth moving. Wouldn’t it feel like this if you stay up all night for about four days and move around?

It was a phenomenon for which the cause was unknown, so there was no lack of anxiety, but since I couldn’t collapse now anyway, I decided to just ignore it.

“I’m really worried about how much I’ll lie down and not be able to move when it’s all over.”

In the meantime, the Special Operations Division’s arrest was completed, and I nodded my head in satisfaction, inserted the holy spear roughly into the floor, and sat down.

Against the background of the growing noise of battle, it took about 30 minutes for Count Leitor’s troops to arrive.

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