Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Fortunately, the second reliquary was not buried in the ground, but was hidden in a very plausible way among the 50,000 kinds of junk.

The old gloves, which were buried among the worn-out weapons, reminded me of the saying, “Hide in the forest if you want to hide trees.” Apart from that, there are layers of spells to prevent it from being easily destroyed… but for some reason, it’s quite lax compared to the reliquary that was destroyed first.

Was the first artifact box stronger because it had a case and a ring set? I thought of that, but if that were the case, the Matryoshka would be the strongest reliquary, so there would be no reason to make such irrelevant magical tools into a relic.

“…Even if I find out later, it won’t be too late.”

It seemed like it would be easy to take care of anything and relatively easy to smash, so right now it was a good thing. As I crawled out of the collapsing building again, Richie, who had failed to destroy the building I was in due to Emmet’s interruption, greeted me with a grotesque roar, adopting a posture similar to Munch’s scream.

The reaction is completely different from when they first discovered us. He was genuinely afraid of the situation he was in.

He doesn’t react complacently with the fact that it took a considerable amount of time to destroy his reliquary, or with the idea that it’s enough to stop us before his reliquary is destroyed. It was clear that he was concentrating on the fact that I could reliably print out his reliquary, and that the reliquary was destroyed right in front of my eyes.

Emmet said that a wizard is something that can never be ignored as long as the possibility is confirmed… No matter how much you sell your soul to the devil and become a rich, it seems that wizard-like thinking is not going anywhere.

But I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw it.

“What are those again?”

Obviously, it was because the large undead that had not been seen until they came here suddenly appeared.

No matter how desperate he was, the lich didn’t let go, so Emmet still seems preoccupied with blocking his magic, and the willing taxpayer is diligently slicing the undead that approach Emmet with a sword he didn’t know where he picked up. . While I was surprised enough that he didn’t run away, I didn’t expect him to fight so aggressively, so my evaluation of him was slightly modified.

The most notable among them was Carl Kansi. It was because he was almost blocking three undead the size of a building from where they appeared.

“Guest! I think we should put off destroying them and do something with them!”

Carl Kansi’s cry seemed to be similar to usual, but it was clearly tinged with desperation. That’s right, anyone would do that if they had to deal with a mass of corpses or skeletons the size of a two-story building, but when Carl Kansi, who even gave the impression that he was filming martial arts by himself, said that, the seriousness was extraordinary.

Even now, Carl Kansi’s movements, where he persistently bursts his legs while dodging the arm of the giant monster, are admirable.

However, even though he was showing nimble movements, such as moving exquisitely between the lumps and making them collide with each other, Carl Kansi is not at all relaxed. It was because they recovered quickly even if they generously poured the techniques that destroyed the inside of the body that they showed in Lightor and turned the legs of the undead mass into rags.

I didn’t feel the energy of evil spirits, and I didn’t even have troll corpses mixed in, so I looked closely at the undead mass to see if that was the case, but it was hard to find anything else strange.

Not that I couldn’t figure out anything, though. I couldn’t find out what the basis of regeneration was, but I knew for sure that they had a power source that could be called a nuclear power source, and that for some reason it had nothing to do with the lich.

It was magic that moved them, but the thread of that magic was directed not to the lich, but to the abandoned temple where the lich was presumed to have originally been.

[[Damn it, what are you doing? Senichigua!!]]

It’s harder to not know when you’re openly showing off like that. If the guy’s reaction, which is as perplexed as Carl Kansi’s when he sees the huge mass of undead, isn’t acting, it might be that another partner is stabbing him in the back.

“Whatever it is, it’s a piece of shit.”

Anyway, since what I had to do was decided, I shoveled the lich’s artifact glove I had picked up from the ruins into my breastplate and rushed toward the mass of undead that Carl Kansi was facing.

Having already seen Carl Kansi face off against them, he realized that they were different from ordinary corpses and skeleton debris, so he strengthened his body as much as possible using magic and started running, so the distance quickly narrowed.

To be honest, I expected that there would be a big difference even if I moved in earnest because I had recently gotten used to moving with a blessing through divine power, but surprisingly it wasn’t. On the contrary, I felt a new sense of heightened senses and speedy movements in a different form than when I strengthened my body with blessings.

At first, I wondered if I was mistaken because I hadn’t moved too much since I had been practicing magic lately, but a mass of corpses that noticed my approach screamed out and lightly dodged the arm I swung, climbed up and ran to his shoulder, and it became clear to me.

“One at a time.”

After a long time, I split Este to grow a sword body, and then aimed the sword between the trapezius muscle and collarbone and stabbed it. There was also the question of whether a monster made of corpses would have trapezius muscles and collarbones, but the location of the nucleus was originally where the heart was supposed to be, so I decided to ignore it.

[hmm? master! This magical power is strange!]

As soon as the core of the corpse was destroyed, I kicked off the body and jumped down, and Este, who had been absorbing the magical energy in the core as if she had put a straw through it, spoke to me in a puzzled way.

“Maybe the magical power is strange?”
[Uh… It’s a little vague to express, but should I say that it feels like a different world?]
“The other world?”

The head, which was about to tilt to the side for a moment in doubt, stopped abruptly. It was because I felt like the answer came faster than I could ask the question.

A lich who made a deal with the devil. spirit of the other world. The unidentified name that the lich called out. A huge mass of undead that seems to have no connection with the lich. It was so clear what those hints were pointing to, so I put Este’s blades back together and shot a needle at Richie’s head, who was fighting a dispel fight with Emmet.

Kwagak! His skull shattered with a scream, but I know it’s a meaningless blow. It doesn’t matter, since my purpose wasn’t to damage him anyway, but to distract him.

I smiled again as I looked at the lich, who turned his head toward me amid the bursts of magic that had been lost in concentration.

“Were you with the devil?”

Maybe it’s because I’ve already been scared.

His reaction was so recognizable.

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Senichigua did not leave the spot even after the lich jumped out to deal with the intruders, rolling her black eyes here and there.

For a long time, she arbitrarily manipulated magical powers and corpses and created monsters according to her taste. She stopped her random hum and muttered to herself.

“As expected, this is more fun than Manmajeon.”

It’s not bad to decide the order of demons by fighting like crazy, but it’s also necessary to have peace of mind and body while taking a vacation like this. Even so, the reason why demons couldn’t easily set foot in this world was not because they didn’t want to, but because they didn’t have any sharp options other than the form of summoning.

The net that the gods spread to protect this world was by no means easy.

If it had not been for a trick in the form of ‘summoning the devil’, a huge trap and passage made by the demons of Manmajeon with great care, by riding on the efforts of the mortals who first noticed the existence of the other world, the demons would suck their fingers until now. They would have had to heat up the battle for rank among themselves.

In that sense, the technique newly established by Krumelia, who was in love with it, was truly groundbreaking.

It is a devilish idea that literally deceives the logic of the world, that it gives the soul to construct a body in this world.

Not only did it have to make a direct contract with the founder, Crumelia, and it had the disadvantage of being in danger of death until the soul was completely collected, but in fact, all the demons that came into this world disappeared, and even Crumelia suffered tremendous damage while targeting her. It came to the point of being chased by other demons… Senichigua fully respected and respected Crumelia.

Because that’s what being a pioneer is. Wasn’t it thanks to her that she came over and spread her magic at will? Cheap respect and respect can be given as much as you like.

“With this… What, why nine?”

Senichigua, who was sitting on the floor enjoying the pleasant situation and shaking his upper body from side to side, stopped moving after all the target undead were created. To be precise, I thought ‘I made it all’, but it stopped because one was empty.

“Did I count the numbers wrong because I was so focused on making them?”

I don’t think I paid enough attention to the point that I couldn’t count the numbers. Senichigua, who was scratching the back of his head in the shocking situation he suddenly encountered, shook his head, turning his black eyes back to their original state.

Nine or ten doesn’t make much of a difference anyway, so I decided to just skip it. The purpose was to maintain a long-term cooperative relationship by sending half of them to other places to collect souls and helping the lich with the other half anyway. Four toys were all he needed to help Richie with him.

“Let’s see, let’s play in earnest now…?”

It was at that time that something strange was caught in Senichigua’s surveillance network, which began tracking magical powers in order to organize the magic that had been spread and deliver each order to the toys.

“…what is this?”

Something unidentified was approaching the abandoned temple at a furious speed.