Chapter 497 Lord who does not return (1/2)
Black ash was falling from the sky.
As if the darkness was being peeled off little by little, the ashes fluttered and the ashes fluttered down, falling silently on the body of the tyrannical lieutenant who fell on his back.
His magical power disappears over time. The achromatic eyes turned here, and the screaming voice echoed.
”... why did you help ...?”
Hand gripping magician ”Why didn't you avoid it? There must have been no magical power to fully use <>”
The bishop said.
”If I avoided, this world was sorry.”
”You die instead” T ra nsl at ed b y Jpｍ tl.c oｍ
He does not reply.
I just stared at the void. A ray of tears spills from his achromatic eyes.
What in the chest? Just recently, I've just met for the first time, and I don't know.
”It's a magically inefficient body, and it'll last a few days.”
”Oh……”
Without doing anything, the magical power is being sucked out from the roots of the tyrant. That may have been the reason that he could not endure long battles.
T r an slat e d by Ｊpｍt l.ｃ o ｍ ”Reincarnation. If you don't have the power left, why not help?”
If you reincarnate into a better body, you can survive.
”In the Lord's world, is reincarnation common?”
”Can't you say you can't?”
The two lieutenants have an expression that cannot be neglected or affirmed.
”... I don't reincarnate ...”
Obviously the lieutenant said so.
”Why?”
”I have decided so. I will wait here until my Lord returns.”
It was a determined face. It was said that he accepted destruction long ago.
Or maybe his body was long before fighting me.
”It's too late to come back tomorrow.”
”Oh……”
”Where are you?”
The tyrant does not reply. I remember that lonely, noble expression.
He looked tired two thousand years ago. T r an s l at ed by jpｍtl.ｃo m
”Really”
I will never return, the Lord.
”... Sir ...”
The two lieutenants quietly open their mouths.
”... Why did Sir join the Academic League of Pablo Hetara ...?”
Is it a matter of concern before destruction? Probably not a small talk.
”I'm misunderstanding. There's no one aiming at my mother. Like Barzalondo, she wore a bubble and a wave emblem. So I tried to talk. I don't even know what Pablo Hetara was.”
He's silent, looking at my face.
”No evidence. Listen.”
”I can't help deceiving the perishing.”
The bishop said. He was silent for a while, but soon opened his mouth again.
At this point, ”... a strong man, will you come to regret ...?”
I nodded. If you're leaving, it's a good idea to unload even a little.
”Speak to your heart. Bring your honor to the tomb.”
Slightly, the lieutenant loosens his expression. He started speaking in a whispered voice. Trans l ated b y jpmtl.ｃ o ｍ
”Ginsuigaku Pablohetara is a symbol of an old, huge, and bad hierarchy. They continue to exploit the foamy world unilaterally.”
Exploitation is not calm, but I don't know if it's a foamy world.
”... The foamy world is an undeveloped world. In the hometown of Sir, there will be a world god. is there”
Seeing my reaction, the tyrant adds that explanation.
”But in the foam world there is no fit, the world does not evolve, and the world god is not born, so the foam dwellers are unaware that there is outside the world.”
So that's it. The situation in Militia is a little different.
”The mechanism may be complicated for a Sir who has just entered the Ginsui Holy Sea, but Pablo Hetara is robbing significant magical power from the foam world.”
It is not hard to imagine. Until recently, something was robbed of the Militia world.
”Fire dew?”
”Surely sensible. In this silvery waters, the shallow dwellers are taken away by the deeper dwellers. Even their lives are very easy. The dwellers of the foamy world cannot even notice it. There is nothing outside the world, it looks as if it is order. ''
Eques said the fire dew had been consumed to maintain the world.
I guess he didn't even know. I believe I was robbing, and that it was robbed.
”My Lord is a smasher of the evil hierarchy; undefeated and proud; a free wind blowing in this orderly controlled sea, but with a smile over any deadline But there was an inevitable wall of death. ''
The ruffled voice sounded heavily.
”Strong, strong, above all, a wall of death. I could retreat, but the Lord jumped into the dead without hesitation for my benefactor. Tr an s la t e d b y jp ｍ tl .ｃo ｍ
Cut the word, he says.
”My Lord, the Tyrant”
The tone has changed to a gentle and polite one, unlike before.
”It's just unbalanced and inefficient.”
Glow your evil eye and look into the abyss of a man in front of you.
”The body is not yours.”
”It is an important body that was entrusted when the Lord went to the dead area.”
There is an inseparable connection between the root and the body.
Resuscitation Even if the body disappears, if you use <>, it will return to its original state because the root remembers the outline of the body.
When another source is put into a body that has no original source, it cannot move properly.
Manipulating it so freely means that this man also has extraordinary power, but therefore consumes a great deal of magical power and is running out of life.
”If the two lieutenants were gone, the whole area would fall into the hands of Pablohetara. The Lord said that he would not wait. Protect him.”
Even while saying so, the magical power of the man disappears. The strength that does not scare the fireball of destruction, but there is no shadow to see anymore.
”I have been waiting here in this land. I will keep the name of the two tyrants and protect this sea from them. I believe that the Lord will come back someday. Long, long, far away Keep waiting for years ”
The subordinates of the tyrant hold the fist. It's so weak that you don't even think.
”Nevertheless, the lieutenant did not return. I realized for the first time that I made a mistake. The lieutenant may have told me to protect myself. I can't return anymore, so I won't wait ... paint……”
Regrets fall out of his mouth.
”... I kept waiting for the Lord without returning ...”
The hurt voice was like his own wounded.
”I should have stopped, even with my lord going to the dead. I missed the opportunity, survived my life with my congratulations, and did not even understand what to do, but just dumbly. ”
He is stuck in words.