I can copy the beautiful girl

"Don't get carried away."

Bert Roca gritted his teeth and made a sound of hatred and anger.

"Don't get carried away."

That is hatred towards oneself, anger towards oneself.

"Stop getting carried away!"

Once again, I watched an important person die. Although he was resurrected, what if he hadn't been resurrected?

Grace will die. Riveria will die. Ais will die. Raul will die. Diona will die. Tione will die. Finn will die. Navi will die. Strong and weak, everyone will die.

"What's the difference?"

What’s the difference from the past?

"What's the difference?"

Haven't I grown at all?

"What's the difference?"

Watching others die, everyone will die, and I am still so weak. It is simply because I am still so weak.

"The ordained King of the Hungry Wolves."

Let that damn persistence die!

"One wound, bound. Two wounds, screaming in pain. Three wounds, pile-driving. Hunger and salivation are the only hope. Open a river, mingle with the blood, and wash away your tears."

Let the cowardice in your heart die!

"Don't forget the wounds that cannot be healed. This anger and this hatred, your cowardice and your rage."

Let yourself die if you can’t face the scars!

"Hate the world! Accept justice! Cry till your tears run dry!"

"magic?"

"Is it magic?"

"Burt is chanting magic?"

"How is this possible?! Mr. Burt actually knows magic?!"

The people of Loki's clan were all horrified, and all looked at the werewolf who was chanting loudly with disbelief.

Of course. Because Bert hated this magic the most. Because Bert hated this magic the most. Because Bert didn't want to use this magic the most.

"Scars become fangs, wails become roars—lost flesh becomes strength."

Magic, including chants, reflects one's aptitude and intentions.

"The chains that bound us are freed, and a roar reaches the heavens."

This magic will make Bert face his "scars", and this chant will make others realize Bert's "vulnerability". Bert hates this magic.

"O genealogy of anger, I order you to gnaw the moon on my behalf and drink thousands of cups."

Bert, I hate this magic the most.

"Use your flaming fangs—devour them all!!!"

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Four flames suddenly burst out and wrapped around Bert's limbs.

It was a very small flame, far too weak to be considered an enchantment magic.

But, thinking about my past, isn't this natural?

Because I am so weak.

“Old woman!!!!”

Bert rushed towards the monster, shouting in hatred.

In response to Bert's cry, Livilia, who had been shooting arrows and chanting magic at the same time as Bert was chanting magic, attacked him with magic without hesitation.

"Change that name, you little bastard!"

Flames that were enough to annihilate countless monsters shot towards Bert. Livilia's attack was merciless.

—But Bert was not consumed by the flames.

His body was indeed burned by the flames, but he did not die.

Instead, the flames wrapped around his limbs began to expand rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they enveloped his entire body, burning the entire world around him.

Only part of Livilia's magic hit Bert, causing him injuries, and the rest was all absorbed by Bert's magic, turned into nutrients, and devoured.

Ahh, yes, that's it.

Isn't that the case?

Every time my power grows, it always leaves scars that cannot be healed, so this kind of magic appears, isn't it?

Magic "Hati"——Magic absorption, damage absorption.

The magic that Bert hated was undoubtedly the most powerful.

All attacks from magic are absorbed, all injuries on the body are absorbed, and then all the magic power and damage absorbed will enhance his magical power - there is no upper limit.

“Ohh ....”

Jagannath screamed.

Under the attack of the flaming werewolf, Jagnat's shell was peeled off piece by piece.

Bert's flaming attack was constantly reflected by Zagnath, but was constantly absorbed by his magic. Bert's fangs kept attacking, and his body was also under attack. The more magic power he absorbed, the more scars he had, and the stronger the flames. Bert's increasingly ferocious fangs peeled off Zagnath's armor bit by bit.

—Barbara is still singing.

"Pour your lost thoughts into the song without chanting."

"I will once again search for what I left behind."

"In the Forest of Sighs~"

"Somewhere far, far away~"

"Torutron~"

"Love's Compassion ~Waiting in the Wind~"

"Lottery, I will search for the tears that fall tomorrow."

But it wasn't just Barbara who was singing.

Amidst the sad and distant singing, there is also a more uplifting and passionate singing voice mixed in.

"Stand up! The sun's light shines here, granting equal protection to all beings."

Even if Finn didn't give any instructions, Petra knew that this was the moment to decide the outcome.

"The glory has been bestowed, and the heavens will bear witness to it."

She closed her eyes, spread her arms, looked up to the sky, and gave all her blessings (magic) in that song.

"Stand up! I offer you a kiss of blessing, and pray that the gods will protect the brave! Overcome your fears and face the enemy with your swords!"

There was no sunlight at this moment, but the lights of the stage called the world were focused on her at this moment, and no one could take away her light at this moment.

“Stand up!!!”

“Put death in this body, leave with blessings, and return with glory!!!!!”

The holy light that bloomed from the girl rushed towards the sky, spreading and splashing, and then bits of starlight fell from the sky, like broken rain, like the morning sun, like the breeze, pouring down equally on everyone.

Equally empowering everyone.

KA——!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Riveria's arrow hits Jagannath in one of his eyes.

Snap——!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Grace's axe chopped off Zagnath's tail.

flutter--!!!!!!!

Finn's shot pierced Jagannath's arm.

Clang——!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aisi's sword blocked Zagnat's broken claw.

“Ooo ...

Jagnat roared, swung, fought wildly, jumped, dodged, counterattacked, and bit.

Scars were appearing on its body - and at the same time, it was also adding scars to the people who were besieging it.

The overwhelmingly powerful ability value was not surpassed. Even when he was besieged by seven first-level adventurers of Loki's family, he still fought back and inflicted more wounds on them.

Barbara's devoted singing healed the wounds continuously, keeping the adventurers on the brink of life and death. This was the main reason why the battle could be stalemate.

But the injuries continued to accumulate.

Whether it's monsters or adventurers, the injuries of both sides are constantly accumulating until they cross a certain line, and the life of one of them will begin to collapse.

Flames burned, fists and feet clashed, spears and swords flew, axes and arrows came up together - in such a hot and brutal battle, Tsubaki's face was frozen.

Being at level 5, she actually felt that she had no way to intervene in the hellish monster battlefield before her.

How could this be a battle between humans and monsters? It was simply a fight to the death between a group of monsters and a larger monster.

As a first-level adventurer, Tsubaki felt that the battle before her had gone beyond the dimension she could comprehend.

The Astraea family has twelve first-level adventurers, and the Ganesha family has eleven first-level adventurers. In terms of the number of first-level adventurers, these two families are superior to the Freya family and the Loki family, but why can't they compete for the title of the strongest family? Until this moment, Tsubaki finally felt that she could understand this problem.

Because the first-level adventurers of these two clans are actually a group of real monsters!

Even as a first-level adventurer, she couldn't intervene at all. Going up would probably only be a burden. It seemed that she could only rely on Loki's family in this battle. Just as Tsubaki had this thought, she suddenly felt something and turned around abruptly.

Nishiki Chizuki is running.

At some point, she quietly retreated to the entrance of the 59th floor and started running.

Instead of running towards the passage, she faced the direction of the monster and started running.

In other words, it's time to start the sprint.

"What is that...?!" Tsubaki widened her eyes and stared at the weapons in Qianzhu's hands. "The goddess (Hephaestus)'s..."

It was a gun.

A lance.

A lance enveloped in crimson flames.

Yes, it was the blazing flames that made Tsubaki turn her head suddenly and open her eyes wide.

The grace of God behind her burned painfully, and Tsubaki realized in an instant that it was her God, the power of the goddess Hephaestus, the goddess of forging.

That power recast the original shape of the jet-black dagger, transforming it into a jet-black burning lance.

Jinmu Chitsu fixed his lance with both hands and arms and began to sprint.

From the edge of the 59th floor, start sprinting towards the central battlefield of the 59th floor.

(What does she want to do? What can she, a mere Level 3, do? What can she do about that hell ahead, a hell that even a Level 5 like her can't enter?)

Tsubaki was confused—and then her pupils trembled violently.

So fast.

"Double speed."

too fast.

"Five times faster!"

faster and faster.

"Ten times faster!!"