I see.


　I was trapped in a corrosive spell and pressed by a fire spell, I murmured softly.

　I'm going to defend myself with the defensive magic of the eighth circle, which is comparable to that of a fortress, and from there I will defeat the enemy with two types of magic, one by myself and one by my heart.

　This is the realm of the Cijinbo.


　It is likely that Cijinbo himself is an excellent wizard, and is skilled enough to use advanced magic without the mind-armor.

　And since he was adding the two powers of mind-dressing and jade, he would be no match for a simple soldier or adventurer.

　If they were so inclined, Cijinbo alone would be able to take on an entire army.



　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

　I can use this magic too, but even with the additional power of the jade, the number of tentacles is limited to six.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this in the future. If it hit me, my body would burn like firewood and I would be turned into charcoal in the blink of an eye.

　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this.



　-- Well, so what's the point?



　While thinking about this, I slash the first flame that loomed in front of me with my heart outfit.

　The scorching hot arm that had attacked with a roaring sound was extinguished in an instant with all its heat.

　They didn't disperse. It was annihilated. It's as if they were swallowed up by an invisible monster.

　Not even a speck of hot air was blown into my face. The only thing I could feel was a slight breeze that smelled of burning.



　I swung my sword further.

　Two, three, four swords.

　I ate the tentacles of fire that came at me in rapid succession, from one end to the other.

　When the number reached the count of twelve, the Flame Princess' magic disappeared.



　After confirming this, I thrust my sword into the ground as an afterthought.

　Then the magic power that had been rotting the ground was absorbed into the sword blade as if it were absorbed.

　Once the ground was rotten, it could not be restored, but those who were waist-deep in the muddy soil could not be swallowed by the ground any more.

　Perhaps sensing the unnatural disappearance of magical power, Jirinbo raised his voice with a large amount of surprise and a small amount of dismay melded together.


　Okay, I see!　So you've absorbed the power of a young man's mind suit!　It also appears to be specialized in absorbing magic!　You were using that ability to destroy the Wailing City first, weren't you?　To me, a magician, this is a natural enemy!


　As soon as he said that, Jirinbo thundered his heartsuit with a fierce hand.


He said, "But there is a limit to how much magic you can absorb at one time, isn't there?　If you attack from all sides with wide-area magic, you won't be able to avoid them all. And there must be a limit to the total amount of magic power that can be absorbed. That's the reason for this kind of ability. If you absorb a magic power that exceeds the limit, the accumulated magic power and the young man's body will disperse to the four corners. I'll use the essence of my magic to guide you to the hell of eating!


　The dead mound gozen begins a screaming chant. With a chilling inflection, it echoes through the Duke's residence in the dark night.


''--Eli-eli-uli-uli-uli-uli-uli, guarded by the hungry, confined by grudges, resounding by the vengeful spirits, resounding by the vengeful spirits of the mountains.


　His voice was more painful than ever, more "scream-like" than "scream itself".

　The mind-dressing is the user's homogenous being (anima). Even though its meaning is different from that of a human, it is alive and exists. Perhaps it even has a will.

　Jirinbo gave his own half of his body an unpleasant pain and opened his mouth in an amused manner.


I will teach you the secrets of magic. The word 'magic' is used in the world of magic and witchcraft. For example, the 'Gagang' that I am good at is called the correct magic of the soil. There are far fewer magicians who know the meaning of this 'right' than I do.


　Jirinbo tells us

　Jirinbo tells us that magic is an unworldly thing. Magic is driven by unworldly laws, and it is a technology that should not be handled by humans.

　It was the ancient summoners who brought the magic into the hands of people.

　They made a pact with a demon that possessed a high level of fighting power, and modified the demon's technology so that it could be handled by humans.

　This is what is known as magic and witchcraft.


The correct magic means 'correctly altered' magic. If this is the case, then of course there is the original magic that has not been altered. This is what I and other high-ranking magicians call this magic.


　Demon magic that cannot be handled by human hands.

　Its use requires a great deal of magical power and energy. If it's a demon, it's nothing to worry about, but if it's a human being, it's unbearable.

　Hence, the use of the Eclipse Demon Method would force the body and mind to undergo an irreversible change. Simply put, the more you use it, the less human you become.


''In high places, vampires (vampires) and immortals (rich). Among these demons, there are those who have fallen into the human body to master the art of witchcraft. It goes without saying that this is a dangerous knowledge, but if you want to rise to the top of the world as a wizard, you need to learn to eat. It's a good thing that you have to know about bad curses in order to give power to good ones. There is no value in a fortune that contains only good luck.


　They do not teach it in the College of Wise Men.

　It is a condition for becoming a first-rate magician that one must be aware of and master the existence of eclipse magic on one's own - so says Jirinbo.

　Thus, when he finished speaking, the chanting of the dead mound operator was nearing its end.


'Baboon!　The Great Curse of the Eighth Circle, the primordial stronghold of Gagangzi, is now unleashed!　Even the disadvantages associated with the exercise are no match for me if I put on a heart outfit!　Cursed by the devil, the only thing that will fall is the mind suit!　Yet, bathed in that powerful and matchless curse, the mind-dressing grows stronger and deeper!　This is the essence of my wife's life!　Come on, come on, come on, young--no, no, Mikenkuu!　This forbidden curse, if you can eat it, try to eat it!

' 'Pile up the five organs to form a wall, and squeeze out the blood to make a shelter. It's a fortress in a remote prison.



　When the chanting ended, the blood-colored gates appeared and opened with a resounding sound. Out of it poured a great army of hungry grudges and evil spirits, the Gaki (Gaki) and the evil spirits (Chimi).

　A great spell summoned a castle in Hell, and the entire army of the dead who were stationed there.

　If the Gagangzhai is mainly focused on the defensive side of the fort, this seems to be a magic that is mainly focused on the offensive side of the fort.

　No matter how powerful my mind-dressing is, I can't intercept the walkers attacking from all directions at the same time, nor can I devour the entire infinite number of armies - that's probably what Jirinbo thinks.



　I'm not sure if this is right or wrong, but I understand what they are aiming for.

　However, we have no reason to go along with their approach.

　I wasn't just looking at Jirinbo, who was wielding his long tongue, or at Death Valley Gizen, who was continuing to chant.

　He has already finished pouring a limit amount of jade into his right hand's heart outfit.

　Just like when he had annihilated a group of manticores in the forest of Titis one day, the poured out jingles of jingles swirled in a spiral and covered the black sword blade.



　The tip of the sash, which only sends slashes flying. It's not just a matter of time before you're ready to go.



　--I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　It's not a good idea to be able to have a good time. I'm not sure if I'll ever see it again.

　I'm not sure I've ever seen such a thing.

　It was as if the child at the table was banging on the dishes and screaming to be fed quickly.



　I would get that wish.

　With a shout of spirit, I slightly licked the sword raised high - and swung it down into a kesa-gake.



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.........hmmm?


　In the garden of the duke's mansion, where all sounds had died out, the first person to speak was Ci-jenbo, who was probing your body with his right hand.

　Cijinbo probed your body with his right hand.

　First his left shoulder, then his right hip.

　In doing so, he could see that the sword wound was deeply engraved from his left shoulder to his right hip.

　What's more, even the heartpiece he held in his left hand had been cut more than halfway through.



　As Jirinbo waited for Jirinbo to confirm this, a sound like thousands of shattered glass plates roared into the ears of all the people present.

　It was the sound of two kinds of magic shattered by my single sword that had been cut apart.

　At the same time as the magic disappeared, the army of brats that were about to be released into this world were also repatriated to their original place.


''Hee........Baboon, baboon!


　A high-pitched laugh - or rather, an exclamation - emanated from Jirinbo's mouth.


''Stupid, stupid ... stupid!　You cut through the magic of the eighth circle, the magic of the two regular eclipse, with a single sword!　No, this is not something that has been sliced open. 　Nonsense, it's impossible!　The ability to absorb is indeed fearsome, but as powerful as it is, its fetters are also great. Otherwise, the fetters would be unbalanced!


　I slowly walked up to the old man, who was in a frenzy by himself.

　The rotten ground was terribly difficult to walk on, but the old man didn't show any signs of escape, so there was no problem.

　Well, even if I say running away, the wound on the old man's body was definitely a fatal wound. The amount of souls that flowed in told that.

　Therefore, it could be said that there was no point in escaping, but I don't think that Cijinbo had such a graceful character.

　The reason why Ci-Jin-Bo does not want to run away is probably because he is too upset to think that running away is an option.

　In fact, Jirinbo continues to rant and rave.


'The mind-dressing is what gives form to the user's mind!　What kind of monster do you have inside you that drinks the forbidden curse?


　Oh, "young" has changed to "you" - I thought about taunting him - but there would be nothing to be gained by piling on the words with this old man.

　Besides, no matter how much of an enemy I was, I didn't want the people here, especially the Dragnaut sisters, to see me lashing out at the old man who was on the verge of death.

　So I didn't say anything unnecessary, I just opened my mouth to hear the other party's final words.


He's going to die soon, so you can't blame him for knowing that. Do you have any last words to say to him?

You're gonna die!　You want to kill me!　Wait, wait, wait, wait, young man!　You, the heir to the sword, will you have a hand on my bannermen, the bannermen of the Blue Forest?

"Unfortunately, we are exiled from the city. You don't need to shy away from the lord of the monastery.

"Don't be so quick!　Well, then, I will be a witness for the younger generation!　This body is the fourth flag of the Blue Forest, the ninth rank!　Seeing the power of the young man now, I'm sure Gokan-sama will be relieved of his disinheritance!

It's useless. I don't want you to disown me now. Well, Giken is also my mother's family name. So I intend to recover my family name eventually, but I don't intend to ask for Gobo's help for that.



　Saying, I quickly moved my mind suit.

　The cutting edge of the black sword pierced through the face of Deathzuka Gizen.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to be able to get the same level of hardness as me when we crossed blades earlier, but it was as fragile as a normal biwa, perhaps due to the damage I received from the earlier sword.

　The automatic (auto) counterattack didn't activate either, and the dead-zuka-gomae turned into dust and scattered into four pieces of dust so easily that it was disappointing.



　........At that time, for just a moment, I felt as if someone had whispered something in my ear.

　However, that voice was too low to understand the meaning.

　All I knew was that the voice was terribly gentle and kind.



　And then Jirinbo, who had lost his mind gear, opened both eyes and his mouth opened wide.

　I was just about to hear a scream when I used my black sword to cleave C-Jinbo's neck.

　It's clear that Jirinbo doesn't have the heart to express his final words, so there's no need to repeat them.

　The head was cut off and I immediately turned on my heel.



　Behind me, the wrinkled neck that had been split from my body fell to the ground and blood sprayed from my neck like a fountain.