The Immortal King is the pinnacle of the undead monsters, which is named alongside vampires (vampires).

　However, like vampires, they do not share a commonality of species. In general, we call the things that have stepped into a certain realm as immortal monsters by this name.

　Thus, their origins as individuals varied.

　There are examples of phantoms that spontaneously arose from the ruins of battles, and over a long period of time took in a vast amount of miasma, gained an ego and became the king of immortality, and there are also examples of pagan priests becoming the king of immortality through the protection of demons.

　And there was also the case of a high-ranking sorcerer who reached for the forbidden magic of corrosive magic and ended up being called the Immortal King after becoming an inhuman object.

　Their actions and goals are just as varied as their origins are. Not all Immortal Kings were harmful to human beings, and there were those who withdrew into their own domain, spending all their time studying and not caring about the world.

　However, it was very rare, and most of the Immortal Kings were hostile to humans.

　Such immortal kings have been fought by the churches of the world. In particular, legalistic religions are committed to the eradication of demon-observant pagans and immortal monsters, and not a few immortal kings have been destroyed by them in the past.

　When this happens, the targeted party will also take measures to defend themselves. Specifically, the immortal kings formed a co-operative relationship between the immortal kings and turned against the Hokage religion.

　Night Meeting.

　This unremarkable name is the name of the fearsome assembly of the immortals...


"Eri-uli-uli-uli-uli, swarming things, devouring wings, long live the Emperor of Insects.


　It was an organization that wanted Pope Noah, who had buried three immortal kings in the past, dead.

　Sharamon's chanting is inaudible to ordinary people. It is a super high-speed chanting technique made possible by his outstanding skills as a sorcerer and a compressed chanting technique made possible by his outstanding knowledge as an inquisitor. His ability to compose his magic formula is unrivaled by humans.


"The Unstoppable Wing Sound is the Roar of Hunger - The Emperor of the First Locust


　Countless flying locusts (grasshoppers) sprang up at the end of the chanting. Of course, they are not summoned from real locusts, but are all dense magical bodies.

　The magic of Miroslav, such as the magic of the aforementioned Miroslav, might be able to cancel out a few of these locusts, or even just one of them.

　That's how much magic power was rushing in like a raging wave.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with your friends.

　-- a clear voice, in contrast to the demon's muddy voice, echoed in their ears.


''O God, protect us!''


　A wall of light appeared in front of Miroslav and his men. That wall instantly surrounded Miroslav and the entire advance party. If one looked closely, one could see that there were countless detailed patterns painted on the wall.

　One of the sacred magic that the Dharma God bestows on his followers, the Holy Spirit Peak.

　The girl Sharamon called Pope unfurled the Holy Spirit Pier in an instant. It was the highest level of magic that would normally require a long prayer, but she was able to deploy it with just a short prayer.

　Immediately afterwards, the magic of the immortals and the miracle of the Pope collided.



　The deafening bursts of sound echoed through the forest of Titis each time each of the locusts (grasshoppers) made contact with the wall. A single explosion was enough to take dozens of lives, but dozens, hundreds, or even thousands, depending on the circumstances, would erupt in rapid succession.

　The immense firepower that would turn even the walls of the royal city into dust would burn the surrounding plants and trees in its aftermath alone. From green to black, the forest landscape was changing in an instant.

　The soil was gouged, the flames were reversed, and the wind generated by the flames became a gust of wind that blew around. Not a single piece of flesh is left of the black wights (Argurs) that were there all along.

　The magic that Sharamon cast is the karma of the divine realm that burns away even an army of a hundred thousand. Even the magic of the ninth sphere, which is considered to be a sorcerer's point of attainment, would not be able to produce this level of power - at least, that's what Miroslav thought.

　It's a good thing that you can't get rid of them. I've heard many times of the Immortal King's horror, but I can't help but be astonished that he was such a monster.

　And then--


Are you two all right?


　I can't help but be equally astonished at the girl in front of me who completely stopped the monster's magic.

　--But at this time, Miroslav was astonished, but not afraid. The same was true of Lunamaria.

　Perhaps half a year ago they would have been horrified by the Immortal King and awed by the Pope. But now they were both paralyzed by all their experiences, and so they were not surprised at the Pope.

　The Pope's eyes widened slightly when he saw their reactions, which was why he was surprised, but not afraid of the Pope.

　At this moment, Sharamon's voice rang out from beyond the Holy Spirit Pier.


He said, "I never thought it would be so easy to prevent my technique, which is enhanced by taking out the secret Philosopher's Stone. Pope Noah. I see. That's something to be reckoned with.


　The Immortal King reappears from behind the rising dust cloud. Seeing this, the men of the advance party move to protect the Pope, but the Pope lightly raises one hand to restrain them.

　Then he quietly opens his mouth.


''It is the strongest shield I have been given by God. No matter how powerful your magic is, it will not be able to penetrate.

I have mastered the art of magic through study. Isn't it irreverent?

'There is no need to treat those who have fallen under the spell of demons with civility. Sharamon, I remember that name being in the third place of the Night Meeting, is it the same person?

"How


　As soon as he responded, Sharamon's magic power swelled at once. The magic power that was even just as powerful swelled to more than double. A groan escaped from the mouths of the advance team.

　Even the Pope faintly raised his eyebrows. Seeing this, Sharamon continued to speak.


''Don't put us in the same league as the inexperienced people you have been destroying. There are no abominable wards outside of the Holy City that can strip away our power.

We do not fight by means of wards, but with the blessings of God. And God's blessings are equally given to the faithful, inside and outside the Holy City.

"Then you will use your blessings to destroy me.


　As soon as he said it, Sharamon took out a huge pearl from his pocket. One, two, three, and more to follow.

　The rainbow-colored stones, each one of which is a magical stone with immense magical power, are different in purity from the ones Miroslav used before, for example, at Mount Skim. It's about the same as mud and snowmelt.

　The Philosopher's Stone. Six magic stones of the highest purity, so called, are raised into the air by Sharamon's magic power. Simply put, the next magic that is released is six times more powerful than the previous one.

　Furthermore, seeing those magic stones form a six-pointed star in the air, for the first time, the Pope's face was tense.


''Since ancient times, the strongest shield is crushed by the strongest contraption. The reverse is also true. The other side of the coin is also true. The shield given to you by God is really worthy of being called the strongest or not by this Sharamon.


　With a single word, Sharamon unleashed the immense magical power of himself and the Philosopher's Stone.


''Kuh?''


　The surging magic instantly turned into a huge spear of light and crashed into the Holy Spirit Pier. The Pope's anguished voice grabbed Miroslav and the others' earlobes. And there was another thing that came to their ears.

　I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one. I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say. I'm sure you'll be able to find it.

　In front of Miroslav and the others, a crack ran through the wall with a sound like crystal shattering. The Pope held his hands in front of him and part of the wall was repaired, but only for a short time, and then the wall began to shatter faster than ever before the light bombardment that gained momentum.

　The Pope's face twisted in anguish, and several strands of sweat ran down from his forehead to his cheeks.

　During this time, neither Miroslav and the others, nor the faces of the advance party, were standing around in a daze. They were thinking hard about what they could do.

　But when it comes to this level of offense and defense, if you get out of hand, you're just going to be slowed down. In particular, sacred magic is not an area of expertise for Miroslav and Lunamaria. You can't have any more wisdom when the advance team is stuck in a situation where they can't move.

　Even if they tried to keep Sharamon in check, if they stepped out of the Holy Spirit Pier, every bone in their body would be vaporized. There was nothing they could do about it. They could only hope that Sharamon's magic power would run out while the wall was still intact.

　But even that hope was swept away by the ever-growing torrent of light. It was clear from the fire that Sharamon still had enough left over.

　The Pope, on the other hand, was biting his lip with a bloodless face. Now, there was no part of the Holy Spirit Peak that hadn't been cracked.

　The end was at hand.


''Don't mourn,'' he said. You can now die at the hands of Sharamon. You will die at the hands of Sharamon, and you will do yourselves honour.


　As if waiting for Sharamon's words to end, the Holy Spirit Peak collapses with a screaming sound.

　A few more seconds.

　The second, the second, the third, the third, the fourth, and the fourth.



You're an idiot.



　I was slashed in half from the brain by Sora, who explored this place by listening to the sound of magic destruction that continued to strike, and I was slashed in half from the sky.