"Ruh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh ......
"Rule, rule, rule, rule!
　Hahahahaha great tax revenue!
　Our Order is unbeatable!
　The glacelum that lies in the peaks is infinite!
　Under my reign, Ciel-Teira will rival the great powers, and my name will be etched in history forever!

　The two-headed dragon Gislain barked at me, and the corpse giant swung down a huge weapon.

　In the event that you have any questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. It's not just Hilbert's head that's embedded in the hammer, it's the meat chariot he's not driving.
　Gislain staggered, of course. But no damage is done.
　Instead, a human-sized piece of white flesh was exploding under his feet, spewing rotting bodily fluids. It had taken the damage and taken its place.

　A deformed head like a distorted beast and a dragon head at the end of a long neck.
　A white glow of holy air appeared in Zithlan's mouth.
　A preliminary breath movement.

　Hilbert closed the distance.
　The morning star and the hammer are plunged into Zhislan's two mouths.

　Immediately after, a breath blasted out.
　The breath failed to catch its target, Hilbert ...... or the army behind him, and was blocked by the huge weapon, quartering it and spitting it out in a strange direction.
　The light from the aftermath burned Hilbert's arms. Unperturbed, Hilbert slammed into Gislain from the shoulder.

　The two behemoths toppled over the wall and into the city, engulfing the city wall and collapsing the top.
　The stone building shattered like a piece of wood, and the earth shook all around.
　The two bodies rolled, crushing two streets, and grabbed each other's arms, hitting each other.
　The corpse giant exhaled rotten breath from the many heads embedded in its body, while Gislain growled like a beast with his two heads.

　Dropping his weapon, Hilbert combined two of his massive arms and slammed them into Zhislan's head. Another piece of flesh flew off.
　Bloodsuckers with appropriate weapons swarmed around the two bodies.
　Their target was the piece of flesh that Gislain had cut off. It's a makeshift holy beast that's taking over the attack.

　Just as the Bloodsuckers begin to attack the pieces of meat lying around.
　Zithran's whole body trembled.

　Tens of millions of rays of holy air blasted out from Zithran's body.
　The thin flashes of holy energy shot out all around him, scratching the cobblestones, scratching the rubble, and turning every Bloodsucker caught in them into white ashes.

　Of course, Hilbert, who was in the middle of the fray, was hit.
　But this flash of light doesn't seem to be as powerful as a breath, and Hilbert catches the head of Gislain's dragon head while his body is being cut down like a rainstorm gouging out the ground.
　Then he slammed it into the ground with a mighty swing.

　One of the churches at the point of Zhislan's fall was cruelly smashed. The tall bell tower collapsed easily, and the nearby rubble vibrated as if it were floating.
　Of course, this damage was taken care of by the pieces of flesh, but Hilbert still managed to wrestle Gislain down as if it were a joint move.
　The flashes of light that came from Gislain's body were still turning Hilbert's huge body into ashes little by little, but the dead giant continued to hold Gislain in place.

　.

　It was on the tiled roof of the city wall defense tower, far enough away from the fray.

I've been wanting to see something like this as a spectator.

　It's Everis, who drew magic power from the veins of King's Landing and flew in with his long-distance transference technique.
　He was standing on the roof, observing the battle with his magic binoculars.
　He was standing on the roof, observing the battle with his magic binoculars, and Tracy, who had been waiting in the rear but had been pathetically summoned, was standing somewhat puzzled.

I'm not sure what to make of this.
　I'm not sure if this is the result of taking in undead soldiers?
"O Soraku.

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　The undead are a mass of evil, and the holy beast is a mass of holy.
　Normally, if the holy beast ate the undead, the holy and evil energies would cancel each other out and the holy beast itself would fall.
　The reason why Zithran does not do so is because he has a huge amount of holy energy that cancels out the evil energy of the undead he has taken in.

　Of course, there was no way he could do no damage.

In that case, it would be like drinking poison to stave off hunger.
　As a Far Eastern saying goes, 'a plate tastes better than poison'. ...... If we leave it like this, it won't be long before it destroys itself.
But we don't know when that will be.
　I'm sure that the holy energy in the body of Gislain has been canceled out by the undead he ate, and he's weakened, so I want to kill him at once.

　Outside the city walls, the undead soldiers are taking shelter.
　For the undead army, the current Gislain was too much of an opponent. If they faced Zithlan head-on, they would lose all their strength.
　This one battle would not be the end of everything, so they could not afford to lose the excellent undead they had created from the knights, or even the aces they had created from the high-ranking adventurers.

　No matter how close to self-destruction he was, he couldn't just leave Gislain there.
　I'm going to keep him here until he's killed or destroyed himself.

Let's take a look first. I'll burn the scattered pieces of meat.
　...... "Zone Coolie"!

　Evelisse snapped her fingers sharply, and instantly the landscape was repainted.

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　A path of flames had formed up to where the two behemoths were fighting each other.
　The flames flowed down the streets, illuminating the city in a pale red. The remaining buildings looked as if they had sunk into the river of flames.

　The red flames burned beneath Hilbert's feet.
　It burns Gislain's back as he is pinned down.
　It burns the surviving Bloodsucker.
　And burn the scattered alter egos of the Gislings.

　One by one, the fleshy holy beasts disappeared into the flames.
　In the midst of all this, Hilbert, who had mounted Gislain, wielded three pairs of six arms as long as a spider and struck Gislain with bullshit.
　When it seemed that Hilbert's huge arms were going to crush Gislain, stripped of the shield of his makeshift carnal holy beast, .......

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.


　Gislain, who had been knocked down and beaten, fired a breath in return.
　A blast of holy air hit Hilbert's upper right shoulder and melted it instantly.
　A shredded arm fell with a thud.

　Everis quickly operated the button attached to his magic binoculars and switched them to magic sensing mode.
　This was something that Everis had modified himself, and it had various functions that ordinary magic binoculars did not have.

　If you look through the magic binoculars, you will see that magic power is flowing through both Gislain and Hilbert's body like a diagram of human blood flow.
　You can find a number of independent flows of magic power like lumps in the body of ...... Gislain.

It's not fair!　It's possible?
What? What?
"It looks like he's torn off his flesh and spawned a new holy beast. In the body.
Inside?

　Zithran was still alive.
　Even though his back was burned by magma, he flapped his wings, jumped up, and grabbed Hilbert's chest when he lost his balance.
　He then slammed Hilbert to the ground in the opposite direction.
　Hilbert fell on top of the magma, crushing about four stores.

Oops!

　His rotten body scorched, sending up black smoke.
　With a flick of Everith's finger, the magma that had filled the ground vanished, leaving Hilbert with only a scorched surface.

I'll let Miaranse do it. I guess I'll just stall until then.
"If we keep attacking with magic, won't we run out of meat?
I'm not sure if that's possible. ...... Let's check it out.
　≪I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

　I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on.
　It landed on the scaled back of Gislain and flew away without inflicting any damage.
　The damage was not taken off his shoulders. It's been this way from the start.

　Steam erupted from the basket in Everis' right hand, and the protruding gears spun at full speed.
　Holographic light rises from the back of his hand, drawing letters in the air.

　Everis read the numbers in the bluish-white light that flowed with blinding speed.
　This is Everis's original spell, which uses a non-damaging magic bullet to read echoes and investigate the nature of the opponent.
　The results of the analysis being spit out showed that Gislain's epidermis was equipped with a considerable amount of magical defense.
　You can use physical damage magic or purely evil magic to neutralize the holy air, but Everis decides that there is no need to stick to magic attacks when your offensive options are limited. There is a better way to do this.

"All right, I've got it all figured out. This is a bad match for a witch. I should have made a hundred more "Wedges of the Fallen".
　...... Just wait a little longer and Miaranse will take care of it. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.
I rephrased: ......!　Hey, does that plural include me?
Of course it does. Otherwise, why did you call me? I want to make sure I win, and I want to be safe.

　Countless flashes of holy energy shot out from Zithran and disappeared into the night sky.
　Gislain's claws, fangs, and breath were chipping away at Hilbert's massive body from the edges as he sprayed the holy air.
　The city trembled with each sandwiching blow that struck between it and the ground.

"...... my ............ ciel ...... what the hell, oh... ......... hell ...... why ............

　A choppy loudspeaker sounded, and then the voice died out completely.

I'm not sure what to make of it.
　I'm a human, but I'm an unholy witch, so it's hard for me to be exposed to that.
　But for a normal human, it's not so hard. A head-on hit from a holy breath wouldn't do much damage.

　Before Everis could finish, Tracy started shaking his head.
　The honey-colored bunting flattened against his own cheek.

I can't!　I can't, I can't, I can't!
　I have a slave nucleus, so I have no choice but to fight if I'm ordered to.　But even if I did, I would definitely lose!　I can't win against that thing!
I don't think I can win for free either, you know.
　I don't think I can win for free. But you're good enough for the sixth grade, right?　Then you're good enough.

　I don't expect to win for free either.

I don't want to go near that fully automatic holy air launcher, because I'm evil to the bone.
　Therefore, I think I'll pour my magic into you instead.

　The basket in Everis' right hand flashed, and a magic circle appeared beneath Tracy's feet.
　The moment the prey stepped in, it was like a pair of scissors that caught it.

You'll receive a buff from the Great Witch Everis!　...... "Tragedian"!