Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I was walking down the newly emerged aisle with Peter taking my back and a knife stuck around my neck.

Meir, like me, is threatened by Munich and makes me walk slightly backwards.

"Okay? Abel, walk straight. Don't look back. Yes, good boy."

A long-sleeved Peter bends his back slightly behind me and whispers to his ear.

I'd like to see a gap and go out to fight back, but I can't exercise witchcraft aggressively because the wand also behaves to my nostalgia at the behest of Peter.

Besides, Zolomonia is also sticking behind Peter.

I don't know what that Great Devil is thinking, but it is clearly impossible to deceive the eyes of the Great Devil, an expert in magical phenomena.

The devil's thought circuit is not understandable to humans, so there's no chance he'll turn around at random or miss it, but I don't think he has enough expectations to risk his life.

"... Dear Peter, shouldn't I have turned it off more than this has happened? I was wondering if it would be too dangerous to leave the man behind after declaring hostility."

"Looks like the trial's over, but there's no guarantee there's any tricks ahead. Abel is insured. If anything happens, they'll fix it, right? For the eagle and Meir, right?

Peter's, long fingered hand is familiarly placed on my shoulder.

There's chills running down my spine.

Again, it seems Meir is going to treat you as a hostage to me.

If anything goes wrong, I might get a chance to attack Peter.

but mea to restrain it, I guess.

I'm not explicitly saying what I'm going to do to Meir when I'm out fighting back, but I dare to retain it to implication and let this one imagine it increases its effectiveness as a shackle.

Even if thoughts are visible, we lose this one at a time when we have to be aware.

I thought about Peter to the extent of just the uncle of Okama, but he's pretty cunning.

Obviously accustomed to capturing, threatening and treating people.

A certain high elf also took Meir hostage, but when I pointed out its despicability, it was upside down.

But Peter wouldn't do anything to provoke me.

Eventually, the passage was interrupted and reached the hall.

Behind the room was a huge rock mass nearly three meters away.

It is grandly situated in the center of a large number of surgical ceremonies carved on the floor.

The shape of the rock mass is distorted spherical, with petrified tentacles heavily entangled on the body surface, with a surprisingly closed lid in its center.

The odd rock mass was slightly stretched repeatedly, as if it were a palpitation of the heart.

This rock mass is alive.

The moment I saw it, my body began to tremble abruptly.

Before my head understood, my body was threatening me.

When I observed Peter with my ass, his hands were trembling and his breath slightly roughened, even as Peter smiled lightly with his eyes on the rock mass.

In my sight, I fully understood.

It doesn't have a human upper body on it, but this is Kudr.

Spiritual weapons created in exchange for the lives of hundreds of thousands, if we are to borrow the hypothesis of Peter.

"Humph... yes, this is it, this is that kudr. Looks like the seal is slowly starting to unwrap because the trial is over. Munich, the eagle will do the law god bondage of the priest Johannan before the seal of Kudr is completely unsealed. In the meantime, keep an eye on Abel. If there's anything strange going on, take Meir... you know what I mean?

Peter tells Munich to check with me.

Peter's words are just a threat.

Ever since I actually moved, there's no point in killing Meir without bringing up negotiations.

If there is a next time, it will be a restraint for that. But it won't be the first time that me and Peter will be in the same situation another day.

Besides, Peter doesn't seem the type to decide to act with passion.

But even if I know that, I still can't move.

I bite my lips to the itch.

Peter takes about a few steps from me.

Throw the stone that was gripping in your hand into the universe and hoist the Zolomonian wand.

"অ ভ ি (curse me) ম া (untie) ত ্ য চ ে হ া র া (go true)"

In the words of Peter, the stone exudes light and swells up, transforming it into a blue glowing tentacle, bursting as-is, leaving behind the phosphorescence of countless blue spirits.

"That's no way..."

"Yes, it's a shard of Kudr's tentacle, owned by the eagle. By unsealing and scattering the Spirit Body, you can increase the power of magic to the bottom. It was the national treasure of the kingdom of Dinrat, but it wouldn't be a shame to use it now. Besides, you're about to get the main unit, so it's irrelevant."

They're going to use that Spirit to magically control the resurrecting Kudr.

I don't think the Great Divine Treasure said anything like that, but from where the hell did you get a way to control Kudr, whose existence was also ambiguous... Hmm?

I don't know why, but I find something uncomfortable.

Am I missing something?

Peter transcribes several complex giant magic formations into the universe.

I felt a strange sense of visibility in that magic formation. I knew it, I've seen it somewhere.

In my head, an unpleasant hypothesis combines.

"Oh, hey, Peter, where did you find that magic?"

I ask absurdly. I tried to get one step closer, but Munich, near Meir, stared at me and said no.

Peter laughs contentedly to see how I am and answers in such a way as to afford it.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Whatever you look like, you're a former pope, so it's easy to get high-end magic equipment and books. Whoa, my mouth slipped. But not now."

also, ex, pope......?

Or, after all, it was called Pelterre because of the previous Pope...... no, for that matter, it diverges too much from the figure I heard from Altamia...... no, now, not so far.

"This is how it should have been written in the Kudr controlled magic formations that were listed in the Great Divine Treasure! 'I made it to control Kudr, but it didn't do me any good. It would be pointless to continue research any further. For the sustenance of the sorcery that I have developed, I shall at least describe the whole of it here'...... and!

The magic formations of the magic that Peter intends to use are the rituals that were written in the corners of the last of the Great Divine Treasures.

Exactly the same. Failure is guaranteed by the producer, Cleric Johannan. I don't have too many winning buds.

Peter was looking at me with a decent eye, but he laughed at me hiding his mouth.

"I'm desperate, Abel. I know you've been thinking hard right now, but it's too crude... it's all coarse. The existence of copies is laid down information regulations among church officials. The first thing you couldn't possibly have known about it... and the other thing, it's not written anywhere in the copy. I've been deciphering it for a long time, so with that sentence, you'll know exactly what I mean."

"Oh, no way! Yes, even if it's not in the copy, it's in the original! I was saved in the copying process!

There is no way you can manipulate Kudr in such a disputed, unbearable spirit of the priest Johannan.

Peter doesn't know about it in the absence of any way to control it, and he's trying to move a spiritual weapon that destroyed the four great creative gods.

"Not if you inspire me! That chunk of heartbeat... there is a movement that senses the magic over here and responds to it. If any interference works, I can unseal it all at once! We can still seal it now! I'll help you, too, so let's call a truce, let's do it!

"You idiot. Knowledge of witchcraft was a big deal, but you don't seem bright in religious science. How do you know what the original of the Great Divine Treasure was lost a few generations ago? I know you're desperate, but it's time to be depressed. This technique is hard to control. You'll see, won't you? If you're calling for anything more meaningless, you might accidentally slip Munich's hand, right?

No, I can't go through with it surprisingly.

Totally Peter only has in mind that he rules Kudr.

"There is a great divine treasure! It's in the carriage I've been in! Oh, yeah, Zolomonia, Zolomonia, you know! He said that the procedure was incomplete!

Zolomonia is a great demon of wisdom and ruin.

Knowledge of witchcraft is not a human ratio. If she is, she must realize something's wrong with the magic team.

"So, you said earlier, right? This technique was reproduced with the help of Zolomonia. As effective as it is, it comes with Zolomonia's origami. If this technique is completed, we can move Kudr, the god of law, as we please."

Zolomonia was incompetent.

I stare at Zolomonia as I bite my lower lip.

What a great demon of wisdom and ruin. How dare you say the right thing?

Zolomonia sat triangularly in space behind Peter, but when he meets me, he winks, breaks his leg, and laughs when he dulls.

'Um, the concubine did say. If only we could fully reproduce this technique, we might be able to manipulate Kudr, the god of law, as we wish.'

Zolomonia says in a way that makes it contain.

...... yeah? That's not a subtle assertion.

"Do you understand? As long as there is a magical ceremony for the bondage of the gods of the law, Kudr, the great god and the feared, the slayer of the four gods, is just a powerful weapon. That's what Zolomonia assures me."

"Yes, no, he's not out of subtlety!? Don't be fooled! Don't listen to the devil properly, because that was a long time ago, and that's what they say from the mythological age! They're just lumps of paranoia! You should definitely stop!

It is unclear.

When I take out my wand and try to obstruct it, Munich speaks up.

"Abel, keep your hands down. I don't care what happens to this little girl?

"Ugh, ugly..."

I'll stay put, slowly lift my empty hand and appeal to you that I'm not doing anything.