177 [3-34] Bright anger covers the sky. (1/2)

Everyone who was there was flung away, rolled like a piece of wood, and some were slammed against the wall.

The miasma storm was raging, sometimes reddish-black, sometimes black with the purple color of the night.

The demons are beings distorted by the evil gods through the medium of evil spirits. In other words, they have an affinity for evil spirits.

So how does the evil air affect those who are not demons? Basically, it is poisonous.

If they are affected by the evil spirits, the mechanism of life will be upset.

Just being in a space with a high concentration of evil air is harmful to humans, but the poisonous air that is more aggressive and is designed to actively cause harm is called ”miasma.

The elves vomited blood one after another as they were tossed about by the raging miasma.

The vampire was standing in the center of the miasma storm.

Blood spurted from his reddened eyes and from the wounds on his arms and belly, creating a noxious miasma.

Her furry black hair and maid's uniform were fluttering in the wind.

She was laughing.

Even though her voice was drowned out by the storm, she was definitely laughing like a roar.

She was laughing as if she was celebrating this moment.

The crowd of Projections disappeared into the miasma like smoke blown by the wind.

They were not holy air, but they had been formed as ”anti-evil air,” and the evil air they had been exposed to had cancelled them out, making it impossible for them to retain their forms.

The miasma continued to increase in pressure, and of course it did not stay in the cave.

It became a raging wind that blew out, permeating everything around it.

I'll be back.

The magic-savvy elves noticed the change at the same time as the birds and insects.

There is no way to describe the feeling of excitement in my heart.

Fear, pain, and a sense of doom, as if a knife were being plunged into their hearts right now.

The moment I thought I heard a sickening sound from the sacred tree, the miasma came out of it.

The purple of the night shaded the calm and clear sky, blotting out the sunlight through the trees.

Birds and insects flew away at once, as if driven by the miasma, and not a few of them immediately ran out of energy and crashed due to the miasma.

The nourishing soil turned into a bubbling sludge with a slimy consistency reminiscent of the internal organs of the human body, with the Great Spirit Tree at the center.

The unfortunate elves in the vicinity collapsed before they could feel the danger.

The trees, half exposed to the miasma-laden winds, began to fade and lose their leaves as if they had withered.

But the trees that had been directly hit .

And the Great Spirit Tree, the center of the blast, was not done with it.