Chapter 593
Chapter 593
I thought I had woken up from a long sleep, but at the same time I thought I hadn’t slept for a long time.
When I opened my eyes, I thought for a moment that I was Tanebelo Vistal.
But is it really so? Even as he felt his body collapsing, he couldn’t stop worrying, and he couldn’t help but worry even at the moment when a sword was stabbed into his forehead.
[[Who am I…]]
As the divine power loses control and rampages, there is a gap, so after filling the gap with magic power, Tanebello Vistal is based on the idea of continuously releasing the divine power to increase dominance. had been moving
In the big context, it wasn’t a particularly wrong idea… but that’s just a fact, not a method. Vistal neglected the realms of theory and calculations that her ignorance did not reach, divination with abstract guesses and her own obscure talents.
I didn’t succeed… I?
“I think your teacher’s name is Aristocles.”
At that moment, consciousness was tilted to the voice of a mortal who had driven a sword into his forehead. He must have been pushed back by the divine power, but somehow managed to hold on to the sword, and for some reason he was infusing divine power into himself.
Even though the sword is inserted, the act of infusing divine power into the body is not a hostile act at all. In response, I thought, ‘Am I not Tanebello Vistal?’ Let’s think, the body that obviously collapsed in an instant was reconstructed and tried to regain its original shape.
It was an unknown instinct that blocked the flow.
[[I don’t know if I’m Tanebello Vistal. But I am not Aristocles.]]
“Then what about Plato?”
[[Neither of that.]]
Saying that, I unconsciously pushed the mortal away with my outstretched hand, and the divine power condensed.
“Fuck, it doesn’t work… Yes!?”
As soon as he recognized that a simple hand movement worked like a spell and caused a huge wind, the mortal was blown away with his sword. The feelings and thoughts that you feel even when you are greatly surprised by what you have done are complex.
It’s natural, but why are you surprised, how did you use this power against a mortal? Is this part of the body’s potential, and so on. In the brief moment of furrowing my brows in the confused consciousness, my hands collapsed again and my body began to be destroyed.
[[That’s right.]]
At the same time, the thing that gets stronger little by little is the realization that you are Tanebello Vistal. The body, which understood the situation from the position of a vista and a non-vistal, focused on itself, restored the body, and came to a conclusion.
[[Balance of magic and divine power. Is it because it’s out of sync that consciousness can’t settle down properly and you lose your ego? Divine power is something that can affect living things in this form.]]
Previously, it was something I didn’t acknowledge or understand, but becoming a lich through a contract with the devil had a big impact.
At least, because he had other powers working in the form of a contract with the devil, he was able to withstand the divine power that made the area a sanctuary and even approach his body. If the last string called the law of another world did not exist, it would have naturally disappeared shortly after the floor collapsed and the divine power burst out.
As Tanebello Vistal, the body that had reached that point slowly turned its head to look at the mortal, Eldmia, who was running towards it again.
[[And you, you knew that fact.]]
Then, I moved my hand once more and tried to block his movement.
Vistal’s spirit tried to incapacitate Eldmia by shattering Eldmia’s limbs in an instant, but the remnants of God that still remained reacted strongly to Vistal’s intention to dare to do such a thing and stopped at the line of restraint.
While feeling both relief and regret at the sudden stop of Eldmia, thoughts continue.
If divinity acts like this on living beings, even the process of priests being able to use divine power needs to be revisited. Until now, externally, it was regarded as a power that God could grant unilaterally, but in a way, through the process of establishing a church, making rules, and strictly following disciplines, it mimics God’s thoughts and intentions and gains similarity, so that power dwells. It’s because the hypothesis that it might be.
It may have something to do with the fact that saints and saints who showed strong divine power that went down in history lived lives far from secular things. No, since ancient times, all denominations have warned in unison that excessive divine power is not good, so it must be so.
[[That’s why I was injected with divine power. Pushing out the magical power of Tanebello Vistal…?]]
But that’s just a hypothesis, and nothing is known about it.
[[…To weaken the ego that might be me, or to annihilate it as it is.]]
Although countless demigods and heroes have left great footprints in history, no information about them has ever been described. Even the history that has been going on for thousands of years is like that, but the situation is too exquisite to see that dramatic changes have occurred in just a few hundred years and this has remained universal knowledge.
[[How did you know?]]
A completely different form of curiosity once again eats away at his consciousness. Unlike Vistal, who saw Eldmia as a material for research, her body regarded Eldmia as a provisional ascendant. The small fragment that existed inside him also added confidence to the basis.
So, even though their intentions may differ, the idea of hearing the inside story was the same in both consciousnesses. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure if my consciousness was really split into two, but I felt that way for now.
“I’ll let you know if you destroy it as it is.”
However, the process of using force on the outside is like water and oil. In the process of intertwining divine and magical powers, the strength of the suppression of Eldmia’s body changes every moment. At first, it was obviously an overwhelming divine power, but as time passed in seconds, the mana acted more and more, and the pressure intensified.
[[I don’t think so.]]
However, the process was more like the divinity contained within Tanebello Beastal not completely controlling the body, but integrating into Beastal’s soul. This was possible because the remnants, which had already faded even the characteristics of the god who had been their master over a long period of time, were not just neglected, but had been altered through constant improvement by mortals.
And as a result, Vistal’s will came to the surface a little more.
[[Don’t do this. If you’re obedient, I’ll spare your life until you get out of my area.]]
Relieved that it was successful. Confidence that you have the upper hand. The piece of Vistal revealed in it was the self-confidence and self-esteem that had grown unfounded throughout his life.
If you want to live, crawl too.
An arrogant deal that only those with a clear advantage could offer. In a clearer consciousness, Bistal, who had pulled Eldmia’s grip and brought it to me, decided to present the ‘insult’ she had suffered.
He thought he was in a good enough position.
“under.”
However, what came out of Eldmia’s mouth upon hearing the proposal was a laugh.
“Correction.”
Vistal is third-rate.
He is a villain who, believing that he has talents that do not exist, disregards and denigrates the knowledge accumulated by history, and drives a city to ruin in order to prove a theory that he is not immersed in his own world.
Nevertheless, the reason why this attempt close to gambling and the research that he devoted his long life to after becoming rich was able to succeed was because it was just a ‘process’ and not his own theory that he so longed for and talked about with confidence.
Immortality is a research topic that had no interest in him from the beginning.
It’s not worth putting your ‘claim’ into that.
Because of this, Vistal was able to move forward by inheriting the secret research of magicians related to the now-defunct church.
Like those days when I first entered magic without knowing anything, without any self-assertion, purely pursuing knowledge.
“It’s not that I don’t just introduce myself to the asshole, I just don’t bother to tell them anything.”
However, except for the miracles created by the mechanical action, Vistal is definitely third-rate.
That’s why they don’t even feel a proper sense of crisis, let alone predict how great a threat and variable the person who makes the devil, a lump of magic, tremble in fear, pours out divine power, and furthermore, how big a threat and variable the person who has the fragment of ascension can be.
Because of that, he couldn’t figure out why the mana and divine power that were clearly under his control suddenly stopped.
Because she was careless enough that the sword Eldmia was holding was enough for her not to reach her, she did not notice how the divine power and magical power contained in the sword were connected to her.
Furthermore… even after noticing this, I just pondered what the hell it was, and didn’t even try to sever the connection or devise other countermeasures because I was obsessed with omnipotence.
– Kwadeuk!
It was after the sword of Eldmia was stabbed in his forehead again that Beastal came to his senses, albeit belatedly.
[[…?]]
Movements were completely controlled. In fact, Eldmia was in a state of immobility. However, his sword moved wildly and flew away.
[[How…?]]
But it’s not even a threat.
Vistal, who never doubted her superiority until the end, only expressed doubts. It was because the only thing Eldmia could do was, at best, to re-infuse divine power.
Obviously, he showed an eccentricity of absorbing divine power when he was stuck in a statue, but no matter how much he was a warrior, he could not absorb all of his body’s divine power.
But that sword doesn’t mean that it can consume infinite divine power, so if you’re sane, that’s the only option after all. And to him who has been harmonized to some extent, divine power is not such a big problem.
It was a guess without any particular corners, but to Beastal, it’s really sad…
“Esthe, suck it up.”
There were more cases where Eldmia didn’t act sane than when she acted sane.
A Word from the Author (Author’s Review) Once again, the writer’s terrible title-making skills improved, so the title was edited for a while.