Archmage Transcending Through Regression - Chapter 313

The great mage who transcends by returning, episode 313

“Kheheheeng!”

Ammut wailed loudly.

A wail filled with the sadness of Sado, who lost his home and became a homeless person.

Again, this is precious.

And magma erupting madly in front of her crying so sadly, spewing active volcanoes.

Ammut’s tomb exploded but never went well.

Eventually, this area had to be turned into a lava field.

I smiled kindly and said in the midst of the shitty situation.

“Did you get the unprecedented title of an apostle who lost his grave for the first time? Congratulations Ammut.”

“Don’t celebrate! Stop!”

Ammut roared, tousling her hair frantically.

He already had no dignity as an apostle. It’s not a situation to be dignified in the situation that has been reduced to homeless in the first place.

“Why are you doing this to me!”

“Hey, rather than doing this to you, why don’t you look back on your behavior of just giving up your duties?”

“You broke the grave for that?!”

“Is destruction necessary for the sake of creation? what is it. That’s it. You pay the price of the destruction of the tomb for the creation of a new you in the future… … .”

“Fuck the bullshit!”

An Ammut wailing sadly in front of a field of boiling lava.

All she had left was a man-sized pillow she had barely packed.

how much did you cry

“I don’t know. I will sleep.”

The desperate Ammut lay down on the ground with an expression that said it was all bothersome now.

It’s a really insignificant sloth that doesn’t exist.

“Just don’t wake me up because I’ll be part of the land here. It wouldn’t be bad to go back to being part of nature at this point… … .”

Kwajik!

I rammed my staff right next to Ammut’s face as she closed her eyes.

Her eyes, which were about to fall asleep, glanced at the staff.

“… … Why are you really like that?”

“Shall we become a real part of nature? No big deal. If you bury a person in the ground, that’s part of nature. At this point, how about throwing your life into nature together?”

At my words, Ammut staggered and stood up.

“… … That’s all I said, but in fact I’m full of thoughts of fulfilling my duty as an apostle. Maybe?”

“Yeah, that’s how it should be.”

I patted Ammut on the shoulder and smiled as mildly as I could.

Originally, emotional exchange is necessary for a good relationship with each other.

Fear is also part of the emotion.

Thinking of that, we now share more exhilarating emotional exchanges than anyone else.

“Fight for world peace!”

“Far Fighting… … .”

Perhaps she felt the exchange of emotions, too, and enthusiastically shouted slogans.

“By the way, I don’t have a grave?”

“hmm?”

“No, first of all, the moment an apostle has no tomb, his combat power drops sharply… … do you? I think you know that too, but how the hell is that… … .”

“Why not?”

“You broke it.”

Ammut looked at me with a bewildered expression. Then, when I thought about it, I shouted loudly, as if it was absurd again.

“You broke it, you!!”

“hmm.”

“Hmm, just looking at the bitch cancer, you’re the problem… … !”

“Well, part of nature… … .”

“… … is not! Yes, in fact, all of this is due to the social structure that created this situation!”

It was Ammut who was faster than anyone else in setting the direction of the conversation.

Of course, I am not ignorant of the fact that I broke the tomb.

‘I should have expected that the aftermath would be beyond imagination the moment I accepted the power of the heart.’

Was it because I was too excited?

No, I didn’t expect the demon’s intervention, so it’s better to think of it as something unexpected.

In any case, the tomb was blown as a result. But here a question arises of course.

‘No matter how much, the tomb, which is Asar’s arrangement itself, collapses so easily?’

isn’t there something strange

Of course, it is true that accepting Asar’s heart on the spot was an out-of-standard situation.

However, the Asar I saw would have designed the tomb with even such a situation in mind.

But did it collapse?

In vain and simple like this?

It is strange even if Ammut abandoned his duty and slept.

Then, naturally, one possibility comes to mind.

‘Possibility that Asar has prepared another arrangement.’

It was Asar himself who selected them as ‘apostles’ in the first place.

Rather, it is more reasonable to say that even these actions were predicted and prepared for everything.

I sighed and looked at Ammut.

Even so, the disappearance of the tomb must have been quite a shock, and his expression was quite dejected.

“You are that pillow.”

“Yes… … ? this? Even if you look at it like this, I’ve been living with it since long ago? It doesn’t look like much, but he made it himself for me… … .”

“Yes, it means that Asar made it himself.”

I never underestimate the existence of God.

Asar is recognizing that each action that he did as if it was no big deal has a specific meaning.

I briefly checked the pillow she was holding.

“What why why?! You’re not going to rob me of this, are you?”

“That’s not right.”

According to my thoughts, it would be impossible to rob in the first place.

Currently, there are 10 kinds of sacred things that stand in my way.

At this point, sacred objects to me are not simply powers with their own ‘characteristics’.

A puzzle piece that completes the Godhead.

At this point, I gradually get a sense of what the completion of this divine object means.

At the same time as accepting my heart in the first place, I felt that my inner body was rapidly changing.

‘In other words, even though it’s not completely the same, it means that I can use the same power as Asar to some extent.’

Then, at this point, what did Asar want from his ‘successor’?

I can tell.

If it is me who has acquired the sacred objects one after another and accumulated knowledge… … .

Put your hand on the pillow and grasp this ‘structure’.

Magic is, after all, a science created to interpret the phenomena of this world.

Interpretation This pillow also interprets.

See through the structure and find out the exact identity of this… … .

“… … under.”

In that moment, I realized.

What is this.

And why did Asar present such a pillow to Ammut?

It is something that can be noticed because of the age that has accepted his ‘heart’.

Yes, the true meaning of this… … .

“< Shelter >.”

I put the ‘word’ on this pillow into my mouth.

It’s not just a word. A prophecy that contains a divinity and has a strong influence in itself.

then that moment.

“… … ah.”

The landscape of the area has changed.

The bloody landscape that had been there just before disappeared without a trace, and what appeared in front of our eyes.

[garden… … ?]

A garden more beautiful than anything else.

Befitting the name ‘rest area’, there are tables suitable for drinking tea in various places along with beautiful trees that create a cozy shade.

“… … uh?”

Ammut idly tilted his head, holding a pillow the size of his height in his arms.

As if I couldn’t comprehend the scene unfolding before me.

“What is this… … .”

“If you are an apostle, you should know. That the actions of the existence of God have meaning in all of them.”

God’s benevolence, of course, even the gift has meaning.

Same this time.

“… … Is this the identity of the pillow I’ve had so far?”

“yes. To be precise… … .”

All tombs have different shapes. And for the apostle, the meaning was also different.

“Actually, this was Asar’s ‘arrangement’ for you.”

“Ha but… … .”

Ammut stuttered and looked around at the ‘shelter’ spread out in front of him.

At a cursory glance, this ‘shelter’ will be filled with things to suit her taste.

There’s not a single thing I don’t like.

A shelter created by God just for her.

Isn’t it natural to be perfect?

“Then why in the first place… … .”

“What is it?”

I looked at her with pitiful eyes and said.

“If I told you from the beginning, wouldn’t you have stayed here for a good night’s sleep? furthermore… … .”

I think I know roughly.

“Maybe I really couldn’t get out of this space.”

“… … !”

Asar gave up immortality.

Some apostles were accepted, while others were not.

In the case of Set, it was a case of expressing that intention in a slightly radical direction, and in the case of Ammut… … .

“You must have given up. Indeed, they may have gradually died in the ‘shelter’ that Asar gave them.”

“… … .”

“Asar didn’t want that. Isn’t that just what it means?”

perfect shelter.

However, it is understandable to say that he was worried that the perfect shelter would degenerate into the tomb of his apostle.

He must have wanted her to know the true meaning of the gift in a situation where there was someone who would support Ammut even if it was forced.

“… … ah.”

Ammut just stood there for a while, mouth open.

Then, without hesitation, I captured the scenery in my eyes.

“Just in case, I can’t allow you to goof around here just because there’s a shelter.”

“I know… … .”

Ammut trotted towards the tree in the center and touched it. Then I stayed like that for a while with my eyes closed.

“… … That’s right.”

He nodded his head with a slightly relieved expression. It’s definitely better than before.

This must be what Asar wanted her to be.

then.

“Are you ready now?”

“okay.”

Ammut answered with a determined expression. If so, good.

“Your job from now on is… … .”

“Okay, what I’m going to do… … !”

“I am selling the land.”

I said firmly to Ammut.

Her expression, which was determined by my words, collapsed in an instant.

“The land… … what?”

“From now on, you will run underground all over the world. diligently That it wasn’t really a ‘grave’ means that it was your ability that ended up being buried under the ground.”

“That’s right… … Why are you digging the ground?”

Ammut staring at me with an incomprehensible expression.

“You know what! that’s fine! Like fighting against evil as an apostle.”

“Is the underground reclamation project funny?”

“uh… … no?”

surprisingly important.

To put it bluntly, under the ground right now, it must be a space that even the demon could not reach.

Expanding the subterranean realm is something only Ammut can do, ‘adapting’ to everything.

“Ha, but even if you’re running, how?! It’s not like you’re just doing it!”

“There are four teachers who can be a milestone for that purpose at the right time. Really appropriately.”

I said that and pulled Dirge out of my pocket.

Dirge looked at me, his eyes twinkling.

– Do you have a job with the owner?

“Yes, something happened.”

Not usually.

Ammut pointed to Dirge with a puzzled expression and said,

“Wait a minute, boy? Carrying a kid the size of this palm?”

“Let’s talk straight. Dirge is leading you, you are not leading Dirge.”

The fairy’s direction was certain.

Fairies instinctively find the ‘right path’ and lead many things to the right path.

“If it were Dirge, you would be able to get endless support from other fairies just by being there. Even if you look at it like this, your affinity is so high that it cannot be compared to you.”

“Oh no?! Even if you see me like this, I used to play a little… … .”

[huh… … It was the most important.]

“The most important… … Not!”

As if it was unfair, Ammut shouted.

But what can I do? If I wanted to prove it, I shouldn’t have been stuck in the corner of my room.

Whatever.

“Be strong and grow stronger.”

I said to him, patting Dirge’s head lightly.

If it’s a guy who has a lot of anomalous elements and creates miracles in unexpected situations… … .

could change a lot

In any case, a duo of an apostle and a fairy who would constantly penetrate the underground was created.

“Well, I will sacrifice myself to ‘give’ and create an underground ‘Ra’ to ‘draw’ the future… … .”

[Again, what sophistry… … .]

I said with satisfaction as I looked at Ammut and Dirge, who will work hard for the future of the underground.

“From now on, you are the ‘Gulag’.”

yes that’s right