Chapter 461 A world without separation

A chant resounded in a dense forest. Its voice, its pitch, its rhythm, create a strict phonological magic circle.

Chant Flame "--Book of Reorganization, First Movement <>"

The flaming fire from the Giordal Order burns thousands of trees and attacks the divine army. But unlike the first surprise, it was turned into a stone, hampered by the barrier of the artillery god Dorzouk.

"Your word is the right answer"

A voice echoes from the deepening god Dilfred.

"If so, peep deeply. Pope Gorloana, and the Diordal Order. Confronting me in this spiral forest is nothing more than comparing who sees the abyss. '

Gorloana watches around. Behind the flames burning trees and flowers, I saw a great army of God approaching.

If you count the magical power with evil eye, the number of gods is about six hundred. A large number of unsuspecting soldiers had besieged the cult. T ran s l ated by ｊpmtl.c o m

Spiral forests have paths in different spaces everywhere, and even the entrance is constantly changing. No matter how much anti-magic you wear, if you step into it, you will be forcibly transferred to somewhere in the forest.

However, a deepening god who can look into the abyss of the forest can arrange troops freely.

"Start approaching, sword soldier. The Jordalian cult is vulnerable if the distance is reduced. '

The swordsman god Garmgund turns his sword and plunges it straight.

The cult also has soldiers armed with swords and spears, such as the Holy Knight, but their skills and abilities are several orders of magnitude lower than those of the Knights of Agaha and the banned soldiers of Gadeciola.

Their territory is a phonological magic circle with chant. Dilfred's judgment that he is vulnerable to close combat is right.

However-- T ra nsl a t e d b y Ｊpｍt l .ｃ o ｍ

"" "!" "

Just like the protruding god sword, a true fist thrust that the congregation has no distraction.

The eight people who stood on the avant-garde are the experts in chant. Their fists shattered the sword and repelled the attacking sword soldier to his strength.

"The Holy Holy Song. The wind from a foreign country has brought us a new song."

"Song is struggle, struggle is song"

"To choreograph their songs, we needed a stronger body."

"Yes, because the songs are songs that honor the Demon King. Dances that look faster and stronger, that's the choreography of the Demon King."

Their bodies, dressed in dark blue robes, were bulging with muscles, unlike before.

"" "We trained our bodies to dance it !!"

Hachika Satoshi and the Jorhaise Choir head for the army of the gods to dance.

Flame dance body "--Oh, a new wind blows to us. Dance, dance, and dance with strangers. The joy will be power, and the love will be full of body. Book of reorganization, 2nd movement <>

The phonological magic resonates, and the eight sages are wrapped in flames.

Flame dancer body <> strengthens their fortified body further, and as if it is said to be the dance of fire, it is brilliant, powerful, and swordsman Hata engraves steps.

"" "!!!!" "

The fist of <> singing in a large number of flame dance bodies was effective in ordering many to control the minority, and the army of God was quickly swallowed by the dance of the flame. T r ansl at e d by jpm tl .c o m

Originally, it was worn to dance the first, second, and third demon hymns.

Pope Gorloana is a follower, and the Demon King Choir is now an underground diva. In Giordal, they support the whole country. The by-product was this.

"Travelers know in the spiral forest-"

From the depths of the deep forest, the voice of the deepening god makes a tree spirit.

Then the members of the religion wonder. The images of the Hachiuta Kenjin and the Jiolheisee Choir suddenly disappeared.

He was transferred to a different place in the deep forest.

"These leaves are deeply lost and lightly enlightened. The bottom is unknown, the bottom is unknown, you are still unknown

Each time Dilfred's voice echoes, the Diordal cult is scattered and displaced in the vast forest. Neither anti-magic or chanting flames by the phonological magic team can disrupt the forest's order.

Permanent "Is sinking in the lost person of the soul, the end of thinking? A spiral labyrinth that can't be escaped

Then, one after another, the followers of Giordal were skipped, and only Pope Gorloana was left in front of the gates of Mid-Haze.

In his hand is a book of traces left by the trace god Rivalshned. The order would have left his mark there and preserved the past to protect it from forced displacement.

"Thousands of gods attack you. Behind it is Mid-Haze, the city of Friendship. Ask, Pope Gorloana. Fight or retire? 』

Thousands of footsteps sounded, and thousands of gods were approaching Gorroana. If they retreat, they will overrun Mid-Haze.

Evil Eye "Dilfred, the Deepening God. I have no peep in the abyss. But no matter how deep it is, there is no wandering."

T r a nsl a t e d by jp ｍtl .ｃo m The song was heard.

Small sounds gradually increase and begin to sound loud and powerful.

It's a calm, elegant voice. Strict chants were played from everywhere in the spiral forest.

Magic Eyes: "This song is our signpost. No matter how close we shut, we will simply follow the path of this faith, relying on the voices of those who believe in the same God."

Divided Diordal cult. Still, the song goes beyond distance.

No matter how far away or where they were transferred, they were singing chants and deploying phonological magic in front of Mid-Haze.

The German songplay, "Do not be afraid, even if God is not visible. The gospel resonates with each one, even if you can't see it. Book of Reorganization, Third Movement <> "

A singing flame started rising from the feet of God's soldier. The soldiers who were in front of Gorroana one after another in a German song were wrapped in flames of <>.

The barrier of the artillery god Dorzouk does not work because that sound is given only to one person.

Neither the phonological magical circles nor the chanting reverberations of the sword soldier Garmgund are heard or heard by the artillery god Dorzouk.

Before the German Song Duo <>, everyone must face alone. It is such an operation.

Therefore, it has a great effect on God's army, and they quickly turn into ashes.

"Spiral drilling is the abyss of the abyss"

Dilfred's voice quietly echoed, and small thorns flew from behind the forest. Choir Flames A phonological magic circle is built, and <> rises like a wall.

However, when the abyss of the abyss was pierced by the flame, the spell was easily extinguished as soon as he pierced the key point of the magic circle. At the moment Gorroana jumped away and dodged, an abyssous spine stuck behind him.

“…… Gu ……………” Tr a n sl ated by ｊp ｍ t l.ｃo m

He used the different space of the deep Shinra. The abyss of the abyss approached from directly in front of the forest, and was swallowed by a different space in the forest, and moved behind Gorroana.

Dillfred would have expected this into the abyss beforehand.

"The first spine breaks down the magic, and the second spine breaks down the life. The third spine breaks down the roots, but with the influence of the Desert Desert, it ends in the second. You have no way to avoid it. Even if you defeat me before throwing, you will not be able to reach this point unless you look into the abyss of deep Shinra

According to Dilfred's words, the abyss grass spine pierced deep into the roots of Gorloana, completely cutting off the path of its magical power.

"I'm asking, Pope of Giordal. Confront or retreat? 』

"You can sing songs without magic. I am not God, just a teacher. If you lack one, you will not lack our faith."

"no. If the Pope falls, Giordal collapses. The god you pray for is an illusion. That's why it's real and it keeps its religion because of your prayers. '

Gorroana takes a step forward, wobbling.

"Tell the reverent devotees of Giordal. Sing. Once again, the singing voice of the god dragon resounding in our country."

A singing voice resounds in the spiral forest according to the Pope's words. The study created a phonological magical team that could cover the deep forest.

Shinryu Birth "If there is still magical power that has been praying for 150 years, you will not know, you can not reach the abyss of deep forest with improvised <>"

From the depths of the abyss, I could see a sharp, thin, sharp magic.

"The answer is wrong. Pope prays to the fantasy god

The abyss grass spines fly at an unstoppable speed.

The number is about tens of thousands. No, no. By constantly moving in different spaces at a terrible speed, it leaves behind tens of thousands of afterimages.

He drew a mysterious trajectory so that he could not know where to avoid, up, down, left and right, and the tiny spines penetrated the Gorroana's chest, which could not move even one step.

His life disappears. A trace of the book that has fallen to the ground barely holds it, but it doesn't last long.

"--Oh, then the man said, Before you remove the lid of the heavens, get rid of your borders."

Gorloana, who broke her knees, struck her arms and prayed.

"As long as the Pope keeps praying, God's power is only a trace, a relic of the past. We cannot reach a more accurate solution, derived from the numerous answers our ancestors have accumulated."

With his eyes closed and his ears closed, he prayed in earnest.

"What is a world without admitting mistakes, not correcting mistakes, and what is inseparable? Can you say that your thoughts do not have the boundaries of the 150-year prayer?"

The Pope tells him to repent, sighing in painful sighs.

"The Pope replied, it's too late."

Slowly, Gorloana shook his head.

God Dragon Birth "It's a mistake, that's the last gospel. And the beginning of salvation. Here is a world without a real separation. Book of reorganization, 4th movement-<>"

Traces of the book were turned over alone, and pure white light covered the deep forest.

A white, white, brand new world. Nowhere was Gorroana and then Dilfred.

The deepening god has rounded his eyes. Many believers were circled around them.

"... did you swallow the spiral forest ...?"

Dilfred asks.

Shinryu gestation "No. This is a world without gaps. Shinryu embraces our hearts only and creates a place for dialogue. That is the new <>"

Slowly Gorroana rose and faced Dilfred. His life is nearing, but his heart is not dead.

"There is no border between you and me here. A place of dialogue with a free mind, rejecting all control and stripping off all the fortunes."

Gorloana stretches her finger to Dillfred.

"Let's open that heart and free us from the false god Eques."

A thin fingertip touches Dilfred.

"Deepening God. Do you want conflict?"

"No, I-"

Dilfred is wrapped in light and its outline is distorted.

"-Not a deepening god, but ..."

The sound of the flute was faintly heard along with the heart sounds.

The verdure wind escapes from his body and is enveloped in light. The body of the deepening god is suddenly distorted and changes little by little.

It was a familiar figure of God. In front of Gorloana was the guardian god of Giordal. It is the trace god Liebarshned.

"... My god ... Rival Schneed ..."

Gorloana kneeled quietly and prayed respectfully.

"Is it the fact that she was transformed by the authority of the Transformed God?"

"That's right. I used the power of my traces."

The power to reproduce the traces of the past and the power to change to another order. With these two, it would have been possible to create a god just like the deepening god.

"The Pope Gorloana. I'm just an order that carves a trace on this body."

The shrine wrapped in light scatters quietly. Traces of God's body began to disappear.

"But it's a long time ago, far away."

Levershned said, as if to reflect on his thoughts.

He is watching something. Yes, here, there were no gears embedded in this world.

"Before I left any traces on my body ... I might have had a heart somewhere before I became God. This place seems to remind me of something ..."

Rival Schneed, with a strict look, peeks at her gentle smile. Or maybe that's his true face.

"I'm just an order, with no heart ... mysterious. It's strange that the 150-year-old prayers of the people of Giordal continued into this solid world. I'm proud somewhere. ''

A pure white world shatters with words. With the end of the God Dragon Birth <>, Gorroana's field of view has returned to the original deep forest.

"--Farewell, pray to me, the last Pope. I saw it well. I often pierced my faith. Eques is a false god. You are a true believer. The answer is always in that faith-- '

The power of the trace god, or the book of traces shines, and the abyss grass spine pierced into the root of Gorroana passes through. Immediately after that, the mighty magical power emitted from the abyss of the deep forest disappeared.

Rival Schneed, released from the control of Eques by the God Dragon Birth <>, may have committed suicide before being manipulated again.

“………………”

God's spines have come off, but Gorroana can't move satisfactorily unless the recovery magic works. As he crawls, he looks at Mid-Haze.

A roaring sound was heard, and a fire was raised from within the city.

"Someone ... to the city ... that is probably perverted ..."

Gorloana utters a voice. The weak sound does not reach the distant believers.

Lival Schneed was dressed as a god of deepening. Then the real Dilfred should have already invaded the Mid-Haze--