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- The princess chosen, along with the holy angel, will save Aslan.

The shaman's prophecy was true.

Grass grows on dry ground around the summoned Tree Spirit and generates a vast meadow.

It was a salvation and hope for Aslan.

The Tree Spirit looks down at Tinya.

He touches the bearded trunk with a curious expression.

- You're a fairy. But I can't believe the Dark Elves summoned a spirit, not a High Elf. It's not just Manawa, it's also her power. What a peculiar power.

The Tree Spirit turns its head.

You look surprised to see Allen in bone armor.

- Because of his influence! Is that why Manawa and her sex life are combined?

Tinya's eyes widen.

The creature she summoned was not a tree spirit before her eyes.

What she called were the ‘Spirit of Nature’.

The tree spirit bows its head.

The fragrant smell of grass irritates Tinya's nose.

“What about the Tree Spirit? ”

- Oh, right. It must be the other kids you called, not me.

Small fairies protrude from the tree spirit's rich grass leaves.

The Wind Spirit who shaped the bird.

The Spirit of Flame who looks like a child.

The spirit of the earth who shaped the snake.

Water Spirit in the shape of a turtle, etc.

I was flying around the Tree Spirit or hiding among the abundant leaves and staring at Tinya.

- Come out and say hello to the contractor.

At the words of the Tree Spirit, they carefully approached Tinya.

Tinya looks down.

The spirits up to their knees glare up at Tinya.

I'm curious because I have a child who can summon a spirit in 2,000 years. Of course, there are side effects because of that.

The tree spirit looks up and smiles.

“Who are you? ”

I felt so holy.

This is no ordinary tree spirit.

- Gosh, I'm late for an introduction. My name is Yggdrasil, the world's balancing number.

Tinya opens her mouth.

In ancient times, the tree of life united all worlds into one.

The source of nature, which forms the center of the world and is able to govern all nature.

The name specified in the number of such worlds.

Wigdrasil.

The Tree Spirit said it was him.

“Ha, but in the book, it's a very large tree that exists in the Spirit Realm. ”

Over a thousand meters.

It was written that it was the number of worlds.

No matter how hard it is for a country to penetrate its walls. It's just body building.

“You mean I summoned the world's numbers? ”

The Tree Spirit shakes his head.

- That's impossible. I just had someone call my kids from the other side a long time ago, out of curiosity, out of my will.

The Tree Spirit turns its gaze away and looks at the barren land beyond.

A dry land and a desert of sand.

The energy of life was nowhere to be felt.

The Tree Spirit looks away.

The spreaders of the breath of life and the spreaders of the breath of death were confronting each other.

Seeing that, the tree spirit narrowed its eyes.

The Tree Spirit looks up at Tinya and says,

- I see how you've been summoning your children. I can't take lives from anyone else. But.

The Tree Spirit raises his hand.

Then I took a shot.

Kung-!

The earth is ringing.

The ground splits apart and the water rises.

The waterway spreads around you.

The parched soil soaks wet, and the trunks of wood begin to rise from the ground.

The lake was built, and the greenery spread even further.

The surrounding land changes.

It feels like a completely different world than before

- You can sprinkle life on this land.

Tinya is fascinated by the vast expanse of nature.

The world water, the source of Mana, was flooding the surrounding area with blue light combined with the sacred force that was the source of life.

“... number of worlds. ”

The Hassansins took off their masks and opened their mouths.

Their skin gave me a vivid sense of natural energy.

The Hassansins bowed their heads and touched the ground.

A soft and green meadow.

A faint smell of grass, a fragrance of dark land, a cool breeze and warm sunlight were scattered around.

- I'm also an alternate. I won't be long. That's all I can do. So...

The Tree Spirit looks down at Tinya.

- Do what you want to do.

The Tree Spirit slams the bridge to the ground.

The bridge roots to the ground.

The tree spirit closes its eyes and hardens gradually.

Up to 8m, a tree spirit was planted in front of Jebellium as a giant.

The waves of Mana spread around it.

It also impacted two people who collided with life and death.

"... What!"

King Lahamma looks appalled at Mana's waves.

- The Land of the Dead, which no kings of all time have solved, will turn to a more blessed blue light than any other land! Yes, the chosen land!

What the shaman said resounded in Lahamma's head. The words, 'Worst King, Foolish King,’ echoed.

Lahamma looked down.

The energy of death fades and the grass grows.

The trunks climb up onto their legs.

I'm creeped out.

If the shaman is right, you...!

Rahamma quickly got rid of the roots of the trees.

“Is this...? ”

Rahamma turned her gaze forward.

The tree trunk begins to envelop the body of the angel who was fighting.

Mana vibrates in the vicinity.

It's like protecting an angel.

“Ridiculous...”

Rahamma gripped his teeth.

He shouted to the Hassansins:

“Hassansins, all sacrifice to me! All of your lives...!"

Rahamma was unable to continue speaking.

The sergeants are on their knees. And he's praying.

To the giant giant giant with Tinya, not herself.

They're Demihumans.

They were natural beings who served spirits and also kept the world's water.

Lahamma's face distorted.

As he turns his gaze, Mana is shaking with trunks of wood wrapped around the angel's body.

* *

Relieves fatigue. The pressure that had been crushed disappeared.

The fragrant scent of grass clears my mind.

What, is this...? Recovery magic?

It feels like some of the penalties for Amon's artifact have been reduced.

I looked at Tinya with a surprised look.

Tinya holds the staff in front of the scepter, and there are many spirits flying around her.

- All right!

She was the one who tried to summon the Holy Undead in Jevelium.

And what they summoned back then was not an undead, but a spirit.

What an incredible power.

I can't believe it'll help alleviate the side effects of Amon's artifact.

Besides...

- Can I help you? Can I help you?

Spirits were wandering around me.

Laughing like a child seemed innocent.

Looking at them, I said,

“Help you?”

- I'll help you!

A child with the appearance of a flame bounces back and touches Amon's staff with both hands.

Immediately, the staff is wrapped in flames.

Wind spirits surround the whole body, and earth and water spirits roam around.

Attribute.

The spirits are inside you.

The equipment has been reinforced over and over again.

It was a different ability than wonder.

“Slavery...”

I turned my eyes and looked at Rahamma.

Lahamma's face is filled with fury.

He wasn't looking at me anymore.

He was staring at Tinya.

He was showing hatred for the girl who was his daughter.

“How dare you..."

Lahamma empowered the bridge.

“You're making fun of me! ”

His body bounces off.

He raises his mace and flies towards Tinya.

You swing the mace to defeat Tinya and the giant in one fell swoop.

“Protect Tinya. ”

I slapped the bridge.

The spirit of the earth and water around it flies quickly.

The Spirit of Water made waves and attacked Rahamma.

Lahamma's entire body was caught in the water.

In addition, a wall was formed as the ground gushed out right in front of Tinya.

Nevertheless, Rahamma did not stop.

The water surrounds the lake, but he doesn't stop.

I even held my breath and swung the mace.

The walls of the massive earth are smashed down by the mace.

The surrounding waters burst and vanished.

That was enough.

I was able to slow him down.

The Wind Spirit speeds you up.

You brace your foot and dive toward Tinya.

I encountered him directly in front of the broken wall of the earth.

Tinya looks at me with her surprised eyes behind her.

“Hey-!"

Lahamma raises the mace and slaps.

I raised my staff and stopped it.

Mace collides with the staff.

A flame blazes out around the staff.

You scorch the magical mace and darken Lahamma's hands.

“Hehe!”

Lahamma struggled to endure the agony in the fiery flames.

His condition is abnormal.

He was dying.

Unless there is a sacrifice, he must give his life in return.

The more powerful he becomes, the more he will die.

“Stop him."

In my words, spirits moved.

The Spirit of Earth grabs Rahamma's leg and drags it into the ground.

The Spirit of Flame wrapped around Lahamma and began to burn.

The Wind Spirit wounds Lahamma's body like a blade.

The Spirit of Water tightens his breathing around Rahamma's face.

Nevertheless, King Lahamma did not retreat.

"...!"

Rahamma opens her mouth and mutters.

I didn't know what I was going to say.

However, he seemed to draw out all the power.

The Magic Power is compressed and gathered in the Mace.

An explosive energy of death gathers around you.

The grass where Lahamma used to be dried up black and dead.

Lahamma's hair turned white.

The middle-aged face turned completely old.

The strong muscles shrunk, leaving only bones.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! ”

Rahamma sighs.

The Mace possesses all of his magical powers.

One last shot.

You're trying to blow it up.

I raised the staff.

There's no better time than this.

The performance of the staff. It's time to test it.

“Die, all of you! ”

He drops the mace.

At the same time, I also swing my staff.

Mace and the staff collide.

“The end, foolish king. ”

The magical power in Lahamma's Mace disappeared in an instant.

What I'm trying to write is' Invalidate Skills. '’

A skill added from Amon's Staff using Wonder.

A skill that invalidates an opponent's skill once. Cooldown time is 1 day.

The skill effects have blocked Rahamma's blow too easily.

"...!"

The staff is dug through the Magic Mace.

The mace, which was so hard, splits apart like a piece of chips.

I watched the scene in horror, as if King Lahamma could not believe it.

“I… I…! ”

The staff smashes the mace.

Soon, the staff smashed Rahamma's head.

Kung-!

The final blow crushes the king's face.

I dug up my cheeks and immersed my cheekbones and jawbones.

Lahamma's neck snaps, and his old body bounces off as he turns.

His body rolls a few feet above the blue ground.

No rhythm, blackouts, or...

"Phew..."

I found the staff.

At the same time, the armor of the bones surrounding you disappeared.

Amon's skull, which was on his head, was also placed in the item window.

My legs are twitching.

The spirit helped, but it doesn't seem to be able to overcome the penalty.

I sat down, and Tinya supported me behind me like that.

“Are you all right?"

“Maybe.”

I felt my eyelids become heavier as I said so.

Drowsiness is coming.

As a result of the fierce battle, the body wanted to recover.

“Body care, please. ”

I closed my eyes, leaving that word behind.

You hear Tinya's whisper in your ear.

“Of course. Good work. ”

Relieved by that, I fell asleep.

* *

Tinya holds Allen in her arms and holds his back against a large tree.

She looks at Lahamma, who collapsed.

This is our second meeting.

He was once a father, and he was also a king. But now he is a weak old man who has fallen.

The Hassansins gathered beside Lahamma like that.

They shake their heads, looking down at Rahamma.

Knowing what it meant, Tinya hugged Alan even more.

She raises her head and looks up at the tree.

A giant possessed by a Tree Spirit.

The ‘self-immolation’ of the world's numbers settled on this earth.

With this tree, the desolate earth will be watered in blue.

There is great hope in the land of the dead.

Tinya smiles brightly.

“Tinya, my father's army. ”

One of the Hassansins bluntly told Tinya.

Tinya looks back, stunned.

The headquarters of King Lahamma's army was coming.

Drums are ringing.

The skeletons, durahan, and ghouls summoned by the commanders line up.

Aslan's warriors, composed of elites, approach with their eyes wide open.

And the priests who were leading them were also noticed.

A real army of Aslan wives.

Her face is pale.

"Oh, my God! Tinya, you have to run! What do we do now? What?"

Hans shouts, wrapped around his head.

Lupel, who was beside his question, did not open his mouth.

The triple prince Rupel approaches Tinya and the sleeping Allen in a daze.

He stares at Allen dazed for a while. The sights I had seen so far were unbelievable.

The bastard who had been betrayed by blasphemy and tried to steal a woman, summoned the Holy Undead and defeated King Lahamma.

He... became stronger than the Crown Prince and Celt.

Lupel saw that allen and felt his fist tighten.

He felt a slight but hopeful feeling.

"Alan, would you mind..."

“Your Highness! You have to run. What?”

According to Hans, Rupel looks back at the Aslan army with his wits.

It was different from the tides I had just dealt with.

A skilled and sturdy army.

As a Rupel, I knew I could not stop them, nor could I flee.

But...

“... I don't think we need to run."

Rupel smiles bitterly and turns his head.

“Looks like reinforcements are here. ”

With that said, Tinya, Hans and the Sargents turn their heads.

The advancement of the Lahamma School has stopped.

The commanders who were commanders of the Aslan army saw Mother Nature with their eyes wide open.

But that was also a moment.

To the left of their advance, another army approaches.

The wives looked at the army and were terrified.

“Holy law enforcement...! ”

Bang! Bang! Bang...!

Drums are ringing.

In addition, the holy choir was echoed accordingly.

The priests raised their staff and called the choir, and in the heat, the paladins marched in silent formation, dressed in armor.

The Golden Cross, a symbol of the Holy See, flashed.

The force is spreading to the surroundings and encouraging the troops.

A handful of paladins in golden armor.

The Golden Cross.

A heretic interrogator wearing a red robe and a new beak mask.

Red Cross.

Chasers in green robes and masks.

Green Cross.

An imperial guard in silver armor.

The Holy Cross.

And a paladin army of 1,000.

Heavenly soldiers.

Other Dwarf legions and more than 10,000 elite members of the Holy See.

A man in golden armor who commands such an army of the Holy See.

The Sword King, Oskar Valdre.

And the Lord of the Hundred Crusades who aided him, Charlotte Heraiz.

They have joined the battlefield.