Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Grab the quack by the neck, throw him to the ground, hold the mount position, and hit his forehead bone six times.

I naturally frowned at the wonderful sight of cracking the floor faster than cracking the head, but even taking a position and hitting it like this wasn’t so relaxing. Like a rich man, all that was left of a quack was a head and body bones presumably containing what could be called a core.

Contrary to the flirtation that may seem ridiculous, the strength that seems to be comparable to vibranium, which maintains its shape even when the gauntlet is smashed by my punches containing my power, magical power, and even divine power, is not limited to the skull alone. am.

The one who endured my interruption and gave up on using magic chose the next best thing to use his finger bones as hard as my skull to poke holes in my armor.

[[Kwaaaaaaaa!!]]

I don’t know if it’s because he’s sick or because he’s trying to put his strength into his struggles, but the Rich’s resistance is strong.

It was a very wise decision, even if it was an enemy, as if the speed of completing the spell had increased as well as the speed of the head. Even more, the power and speed of the stabbing increase, perhaps because the overflowing divine power still affects him.

However, magic doesn’t work anymore, and Carl Kansi’s attacks don’t work either, so he can’t ask for help. Originally, the devils, who should have made the greatest contribution to neutralizing the quack, fell head over heels, so I had to solve this situation on my own this time too.

At first, it took less than tens of seconds for it to be enough to beat him two or three times and parry off his attack, but gradually changed into a form close to the battle. The situation itself, where I unilaterally punch him while not getting hit, remains the same, but while the crack in the floor gets bigger and bigger, the guy’s head endures tenaciously, repeating destruction and restoration to the point of anger.

My senses become more and more sensitive as time passes in seconds.

The five senses, which are getting more and more sensitive, break down and analyze all the information to the extent that it even creates the illusion that the flow of time is slowing down.

If there is anything different from that time, it is that what you feel is not only magic power, but also divine power.

Even though I almost felt dizzy because of the colorfully shining world and my sense of balance as if I was on a boat swept by waves, I was able to endure it because it was so clear that as soon as I got out of this state, a quack’s finger would pierce my body somewhere.

Just as his body walks a tightrope to become a demilich, this workshop is also risky. It was around the time when the crack in the floor where the back of his head touched became larger after five more punches like that when I ‘felt’ it.

For some reason, at that moment, I was convinced that there was a huge pupil under the floor of this abandoned temple.

“Karl Kansi! Take Emmett and get back to the entrance!”

The depth and scale are unknown. However, if you continue swinging as you are now, the floor will surely collapse.

“The floor is collapsing!”

However, I couldn’t give the quack a reprieve, so I decided to start by warning Carl Kansi and swing my fist. I didn’t have time to turn my head to check Carl Kansi, but it didn’t matter because I was sensitive enough to notice that people were backing away in an instant.

[[What?! You bastard! How can I do that…!]]

Rather than the quack finishing his words in panic after hearing my cry, it was much faster for my fist to plunge down, and then for a huge crack to land on the floor, and it was much faster for me to sit down.

[[Ah, no…]]

Could the lich have anything to fear simply because the floor was collapsing? Just as I was about to question his reaction, the floor of the abandoned temple, which had apparently collapsed to the ground in an instant, rose upward as if pushed by something.

Ironically, it was thanks to the quack that he was able to survive at least amidst the rubble that bounced up like fragments caught in the explosion of a fragmentation grenade. Its hard bones acted as a shield, albeit imperfectly.

But there is no room for relief there.

“What the fuck…!”

This silent explosion was the result of the unseal of something condensed in the basement of the abandoned temple.

Nevertheless, I belatedly figured out the situation and had no choice but to say something to this quack.

“What era are you from, you bastard?!”

The fragments of the floor, containing traces of numerous sealing techniques, barriers, spells, and magic, are caught up in the enormous divine power and soar into the sky. I can’t even imagine what kind of effort it would take to seal this much power so unnoticed.

[[This, now that it has come to this…]]

The quack, who no longer pays attention to me, twists his body and struggles to head towards the center of the divine power.

Among the fragments soaring into the sky, there are many unknown machines and magic tools. To be precise, the floor of the temple was almost filled with complex mechanical parts.

And at the center of it, there was a ‘existence’ that radiated enormous divine power.

“Why is that thing here…!”

Even though I had never seen it or heard any explanation, my instincts understood what it was, lying on a stone slab in the form of a man, wearing clothes and armor.

An out-of-standard product born in the war between evil and good gods.

It was a physical body.

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There was a time when the influence of the gods in the past was more direct than now, and there was a time when all the good gods stepped forward to correct the world that was becoming confused due to the overflowing power and influence of the evil gods.

Its shape is more diverse than expected. Some do miracles, some demigods, some warriors. Each set out to protect mortals in the best way possible, but there is no record of the gods directly incarnating.

Only once, only the ‘God’s finger’ that turned the land into the sea remains as the first and last case.

The gods understood through the incident. No matter how great it is to punish evil, what effect your appearance in person will have on the world.

However, not all gods had a strong enough influence to provide sufficient support even in the indirect form mentioned above, and even so, the army of evil gods was not formidable enough to stand by.

It is said that the body was born that way.

Comparable to today, those who are called saints or saints sacrifice themselves and dedicate their bodies to gods to become perfected spirits. As a result, the gods who were able to directly set foot on the continent were able to directly wear weapons and take the lead in punishing evil.

Looking at the results alone, it looks good, but the reality is a little different.

Even if only part of it is revealed to the world, how can it be as easy and harmless as it sounds to let a god who shakes the laws dwell in a mortal’s body? It is no different from the one who provided the body, who could not withstand the divinity and died as it was, and the god sat in the empty body.

Above all, when the body is killed, the god inside it also dies. It is because he was able to unleash his authority without negatively affecting the world, even though he had to embrace such a disadvantage.

Right now, I believe that there are so many different gods that I would build a pantheon even in my hometown of Itthel, and this is actually the world. Like Ete of Light, not a few of the gods who did not enter the mainstream chose such a method to protect their followers, and some of them were able to fight safely until the war ended, while others ended up dying.

In that case, divinity explodes. Even putting restrictions on divinity was the will of God, so as soon as that will disappears, it goes wild.

Nevertheless, it was a time when it was inevitable, and because of that, it is said that other gods were willing to help the gods who died. Thanks to this, it is said that there is no land on the continent suffering from runaway divinity even though many gods died inside their bodies at the time.

The body that should have disappeared is now in front of my eyes. Because the 50,000 devices that were suppressing it were smashed, they went out of control.

I have already noticed that the device and the divine power gushing out of the statue are intertwined, and that all of this is the result of a very blasphemous idea. What mattered now was not that, but finding a way to stop that runaway divinity, and how to accept that the quack, now only a head, was still wriggling toward that body.

Unlike the divine power blowing and floating the broken debris into the sky, the body is still lying on the bottom of the temple. The quack has almost reached the edge, but there seems to be nothing he can do except crumble in front of the enormous divine power.

Still, the guy doesn’t stop. As if there was still a way to tweak something.

“…I’ll turn, really.”

Now that the meaning embedded in the statue is gone, when I retrieved the esthete by using my magic power, I felt my stomach quiver at the tremendous divine power inherent in it as soon as my fingertips touched the handle.

[Master, what should I do?]

Normally, he would have been liked for being full of energy, but now his voice is infinitely heavy. I don’t know how far his memories are intact, but at least he seems to understand what his body is.

“How can I be sharp in such an unexpected situation?”

I just wanted to fuck the demon king and pick the head of the monster.

Rather, I want to seriously ask why the world is interfering from one to ten.

However, it is not possible to leave that body and quack as it is. In any event, if an unprecedented situation occurs where it takes control of the body, that is a problem, and even if it disappears, if it continues like this, a catastrophe that almost turns the whole area into a sanctuary due to the destruction of the faucet of divine power in my body will occur here. I will.

“I’ll have to poke it first.”

Taking comfort in the fact that I had a divine power vacuum cleaner in my hand, I jumped off the floor of the collapsed temple.

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The writer’s personal circumstances, laziness, indolence, and dissatisfaction are intertwined, and we are still preparing!

I can’t say it’s the fastest time now, but I’m planning to prepare an additional illustration of Eldmia along with Ragnis.

It’ll be a year.