155 Tabernacle Part 13

He chose Sole because he was the weakest individual in the race that Sole called the Demon Nation.

It was because he was very humble, small, and then very, very hungry.

A race called the Demon Nation attaches the greatest importance to power in itself, primarily.

Even if there were many other problems, if equipped with power, it would have been valued as being.

To give an example, even if she had as little of a problem with character and behavior as Emil did, by the scale of power she possesses, Emil is known as one of the demonic tribes at a glance.

Whatever power is referred to here, whatever its type.

Whether it was simple arm power, enclosed magic, or stored intelligence, it was recognized as a force if it was superior.

But Sole was not equipped with any of them that excelled.

It may also have been disastrous to say that the birth was of the aristocratic class.

Only for what was expected, the disappointment around me was too great when it wasn't.

Thore, who should have received the same education as those in similar circumstances around him, was only expected to be in the future at the beginning, but was soon pulled away from his surroundings and fell.

In all that fuzziness, each time he saw Sole's face, his parents moaned why he was born into their own blood muscles, rubbing the blame on each other and cursing each other.

Sole, who kept showing such a sight, was only ever unwilling to do anything, and was abandoned and forgotten.

Sole, who was in that, always remembered only hunger.

I was always looking for some power that would not have fallen into such a situation had I been prepared for myself.

Sole is forgotten about its existence and trapped in a room of the mansion, consuming a degree of food that does not die, excretes, and just goes through a period of time to let it stay.

In the sense of lost time, the hunger that could only be felt was boiled down by the impelled emotions and turned into a black mass that eroded the sole.

He laid eyes on that black mass.

I had originally put a bump on my talented being and figured out how to achieve my purpose at first, but I had completely forgotten that idea since I saw Sole.

If you're going to give something, it's easier to give if you were hungry for it.

Giving something to something that is filled may satisfy you without even trying to make the most of what you have been given.

"Do you want power?

That's what he asked Sole.

I don't know who he is or what he thinks, but Sole shook his head vertically without getting lost.

"That's kind of weird"

Somewhere, not here, not now. Someday, in the space of saying, Gilliel was leaning her neck.

The phenomenon she found strange has been happening for only a short time now and is now in its progression.

The beginning of the incident was part of a constant erosion effort to open the way for Gilliel to enter the territory of other managers.

Usually, they fled to another realm around saying that the route would connect a little more to the phrase they had thoroughly resisted, and routine work said they would tread on the community too, but this time some of them almost captured the opponent.

There was no sign of an attempt to escape, and Gilliel had already captured it almost entirely within range.

All you have to do is carefully connect the path to that area and once connected, dive into the other area.

If you even count, Gilliel won't lose.

Combat ability is raised by the hand of her Lord more than a dozen times that of an administrator in this world.

Even if they all come together and turn to Gilliel, they're capable enough to pay back.

As much as that, the administrators of this world should have passed away, and the option not to flee should not have existed to them.

Yet it is.

Under the consciousness of Gilliel twisting her neck, wondering if this was overestimating her opponent's ability to determine the situation, the connection to the area of interest ended.

Gilliel gets lost just a few moments after making sure the procedure is over to prevent her from escaping.

Reasons to say that the opponent won't hit the run in a situation that you will always lose if you encounter it.

If your opponent thinks you can win even if you encounter one.

This is impossible.

If this possibility had been real, the administrator in the realm caught could only be regarded as a considerable idiot, and Gilliel did not want to think that his master had put such an idiot in charge of one end of the world's administration.

It's just not a possibility at all.

Anyway, they are foolish enough to play in a world where they are in charge of their management.

I didn't want to think Gilliel had that personality for a long time.

In that case, my lord would have failed to discern its silliness additions and subtractions.

"... without any possibility..."

When the toddler goddess hears, Gilliel pounds and mouths a dialogue that seems to clench her fist with a smile.

Another possibility is if a trap is set ahead of you through the path.

It was a route that I was forced to connect to, so it's not surprising where and what path Gilliel would come from from from.

With a little force on both arms, the disastrously designed armor covers up to the elbow as if it were rising.

He clenched his fist several times, making sure he was in shape, and then Gilliel temporarily but stopped the process of managing the people's continent.

For once, even if Gilliel abandons control, suddenly a perishing scale variation does not occur on the human continent.

On top of that, as a result of Gilliel's desperate work in management duties, several angels specializing in administrative matters were being sent by her Lord as help personnel in some spare time that could have been handled only if those angels alone had maintained the status quo.

There may be some disaster, but Gilliel dared to use this means to spend all of her abilities into battle.

"If it's a trap... only smash every trap"

Gilliel dived down the path he connected by unlocking more than a dozen times the power of being called God in this world.

But such Gilliel's readiness will almost entirely end in emptiness.

The tip through the connected path was a small area, where it was still unstable and likely to disappear.

For a moment, he is still a wary Gilliel that it is a trap, but sees the reason why that area is unstable rolling right in front of him.

It was the appearance of a man with blue, long hair clustered around a nod.

It was still the piercing coat that I was wearing, but it was supposed to be white. It was jerky and red liquid pouring out of the area around my stomach, dyeing the white cloth more black than red.

It's a lot of bleeding.

Technically, Gilliers do not have flesh in their own territory.

I don't have any flesh, so I can't bleed.

The sight now in Gilliel's eyes was only the result of a visual capture of that blue-haired man saying he was in that condition.

"Administrator of the Dragon Nation...?

The realm is unstable because the administrator himself, the lord of that realm, is now dying.

If left alone, the realm could also disappear with the annihilation of the dragon people's administrator.

When that happens, there will be a lot of trouble no matter how good Gilliel's abilities are compared to theirs.

Specifically, it sucks, every area that vanishes can vanish itself with a entanglement.

Once he thought that he should take the administrator's body and go through the path back to his realm, Gilliel reached out to grab the administrator's body of the dragon tribe who was falling and lying down with a rough breath.

"You have no idea what that means. What the hell is going on?

"... hey, no. Don't touch me..."

"There's no way you can get away with that, so please take care of yourself. I hope you don't put me through this."

Saying so in a distorted tone, Gilliel grabbed the body of the dragon tribe administrator.

"No, don't! This is a trap......"

"What!?

From the body of the dragon tribe administrator who screamed, a blood splash was raised and a blade popped out.

As far as I could tell, it looked like a blade of a long sword, but the blade was poked out by Gilliel, who was trying to grab the dragon's keeper's body.

It was an unexpected Gilliel, but the reaction is quick.

When I held my fist with the hand I was putting forward to grab it, I smashed it by playing the belly of the blade that was poked out at me.

A high metal sound that echoes.

A blade that cuts its sound and breaks through the administrator's body and emerges one after the other.

The janitor screamed at the pain of being breached through his body, making a noise with his babbling and his blood splattered all over the place.

He was Gilliel, who was bouncing something that was about to sting himself with the armor of both arms, but there was no limit to the blade being protruded, and he bounced back heavily trying to avoid more splashing blood clots, looking back at the path he had fallen through with his face up at the next moment.

"Shit!

The moment consciousness is directed towards the blade and the blood splash.

Gilliel's consciousness was only slightly off the path.

Originally, that wasn't all that could break the path, but Gilliel felt that someone had interfered with the path and broken the connection, as if waiting for that moment to shake.

Gilliel still thinks it was a trap.

However, even if it was a trap, it was a trick that went far beyond Gilliel's expectations.

Or this trap Teng himself is going to lure Gilliel after preparing the dragon people's administrator as a bait and erase Gilliel for each dragon people's administrator.

It was one of the remaining administrators who set the trap.

In other words, there are only administrators of either the Elves or the Beasts or the Demons.

And Gilliel thinks it would be too thoughtful.

I never dreamed I'd trap Gilliel until I was forced to tailor one of my allies to sacrifice, just because I realized that no matter how much I confronted Gilliel directly, I wouldn't be able to win with everyone's power.

In addition, Gilliel turns her gaze in front of her.

There is a draining of blood from all over his body, and the dragon tribe administrator, who produced countless blades as if he were a hare, is slowly about to rise.

There was already no color of consciousness in those eyes, and I slowly started walking towards Gilliel with an empty look on his face.

"The feeder is a toddler to the trap... and the guy who set it up is too bad."

Poisoned Gilliel, the blade that was growing in the caretaker's body pops up.

Gilliel moves slightly dull slamming down the flying blade.

That meant Gilliel's reduced combat ability.

"In addition to reconnecting the route… Maintaining an area of instability, plus a time limit for administrators hitting the heart of this area to settle before it disappears…"

If we attacked with all our might, we could wipe out the admin in an instant.

But if you do that, the realm where Gilliel is now is the realm where the dragon people's administrators are starting, and that death means the extinction of the realm.

Once the realm is extinguished, Gilliel, who is inside, will not be safe in it.

In order to avoid it, it was necessary first to reconnect the path that I had come through and to create a path to evacuate to the realm of the people's administrators.

And the realm is a terribly unstable state, influenced by administrators who were already half-dead when Gilliel arrived.

It would have been possible for Gilliel to maintain it more easily if he had taken control of it, but even though he said he was hanging on death, the dragon tribe administrator still exists and cannot take that authority away.

In other words, Gilliel needed to cover the maintenance of an area that was severely brittle and unstable without full control.

This pushed Gilliel into a state where he had to disperse his abilities and solve those problems at the same time, which led to a decline in his combat abilities.

"Open the path before it vanishes with the damage caused by the blade that it is producing from its own body… or take control of this area immediately after it vanishes. I can't afford time or ability to choose..."

Gilliel plays one blade after another with the armor of both hands and squeals as she crushes and scatters.

"Do it, Gilliel. Plain. Pi?

Gilliel who distorts her lips to bitter laughter and deliberately tries to get out of the way.

From the body of the administrator of the dragon clan clouding with the pain brought about by the blade that pierces the body, countless blades stained with Zhu are born again, and the erected Giriel hangs and strikes.

Gilliel turned her consciousness to dispersed processing whenever possible while pushing her high voice out of consciousness with a fist-shattering ear barrier.