Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 595
[595Tue] Demi-
As soon as I put the quack's head on the floor with the esthetician, I checked my body to see if anything, but fortunately, the only aftereffect of using divine power was a sharp pain..
It hurt so terribly that I had to say that this was a good thing... but it was still a little bit comforting to think that it was better than going on a rampage without Saint Deoni present..
But this is not a situation where you can let down your guard. The quack's consciousness must have been lost, as the divine power that had once again lost control was preparing to spread to the surroundings..
"Haha, there's no end in sight."
Even if it had died at the end of the war against evil spirits and been buried here, it would have been deprived of its sacred power for at least hundreds of years..
If the 50,000 devices that broke and flew up earlier were like life support devices for the body, they would not have been connected to the divine statue, so they would have spent a long time losing even their divine power to parasites named Shindo..
Nevertheless, it is so vast and overwhelming. A question suddenly passed through my mind as I felt the power of my body once again..
The Demon King must have invested because he saw potential in this guy, but did the quack before his regression succeed in complete fusion? Or, even if there had been no interference from me, would he have remained in this awkward dual personality-like situation and been eaten by his body?.
Right now, I believe that my reason and calculations are dead and that even if I wake up, I will never have complete control over my body....
"Ugh, maybe I didn't know the details.."
There is no way that a person who could even pick up and use the divinity of an evil god would have neglected it while knowing that there was a body hidden in a place like this. It could have been an attempt to kill both the research and the body by hitting the quack in the back, but in that case, the direction would have been to subordinate the quack from the beginning..
I want to think more differently, but I can't afford to think rationally anymore because of the pain that I can't do anything about..
I unconsciously looked around to see if there was another way, but all I could see was not a solution, but the pathetic behavior of two passed out devil bitches..
"Anyway, these devils are helpful in life....!"
Just when I decided to leave it as it was a situation where leaving it as is or coming to my senses would not help in any way, the divine power that had been freely flowing out began to be controlled again and my body began to flinch..
"Well, it's heavy.."
Instead of the unpleasant sounds I had heard so far, a very normal voice came out of the body's mouth. When I look into the guy's eyes for an unexpected reaction, I see a calm gaze that doesn't show any of the colorful emotions it showed just before..
To be honest, it was a little creepy to look at him like that with a sword stuck in his forehead, but more than that, I was more concerned about his changed reaction..
"...who are you?"
Was it acting, or was it ultimately overtaken by divinity? If that wasn't possible, I tried to block them by hitting them with a dagger, but the answer I got back was completely helpless..
"I don't know about that.."
"Then it's very difficult to get out of the way.."
"Hmm... I guess that's true too.."
The body that answered calmly didn't give up on shaking me off..
The body instantly disconnected me, escaped the influence of Este, who was absorbing divine power, and grabbed me with a huge invisible hand and threw me away..
"This is crazy..."
The series of processes happened so quickly that I couldn't even respond properly to anything. But whether I was embarrassed or not, my body got up and returned to its position without a trace of dust or wounds..
and that was the end.
"I think this is enough to answer the question.."
I couldn't ask any questions to the body that looked blankly and spoke without the slightest intention to attack..
It was clearly not moving, but the invisible hand moved my arm as it pleased, placed the esthetician in its sheath, dusted it off, and tapped my shoulder like a human before disappearing. After rolling my eyes for a long time, feeling like I was a puppet, there was only one conclusion I could come up with..
"...Are you God by any chance??"
I don't know why, but the quack worked. I have no choice but to think like that..
performance? If I could handle that much divine power in that short period of time, it would have been quicker to twist my neck. Then, without being able to resist in any way, it would have been twisted like a chicken's neck. Above all, the core of the quack that had been sitting on my forehead has disappeared without a trace..
The expression on the body's face as it strokes its forehead while listening to my question remains calm. Meanwhile, the equipment that was torn and broken during the fierce battle just now is restored. Just as I was about to get goosebumps once again at the sight of literally creating something from nothing, my body lightly shook its head and responded..
"I kept thinking about it, but no. I am a thought imbued with divinity."
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The answer, given as a calm reaction as a cool-headed conclusion, was bound to be shocking to me..
"Reading Lich's memories, it seems like you have knowledge of the body. So I don't think it's that surprising, or is there something else going on??"
The inference my body made based on my reaction was correct. A body that says it is a thought right in front of your eyes is not a problem. The real problem is the remnants of evil spirits being arbitrarily used by the devil's army far away..
"Has the Lich's soul... become a vessel like its previous owner??"
However, when I asked the question just in case, the answer I got was positive..
"That's accurate. It seems that he had some kind of skill to withstand this... but during the conflict with you, he was swept away by the divine power that changed so rapidly. Oh, there are some things I brought on myself.."
In the first place, before the body was inhabited by a god, it was just an ordinary person. The soul becomes a vessel containing the spirit of God, and the body becomes a vessel containing the power of God, thereby completing the body..
I knew that up to that point, but I thought that when a god dies and only the body remains, it will naturally be an empty shell. Even if we had guessed that divinity could influence living things to some extent, we had no idea that it would exert its influence in the form of residual thoughts, and that it would exert a stronger and firmer influence and take control than the spirit of a lich that has lived for hundreds of years. I didn't even think about it.
As if that wasn't enough, we can even communicate normally.?
This attitude and reaction seems to be a remnant of the personality of the body's original owner, the god, and if a dead evil god can also exert influence in this form,?
As soon as I thought about it, the answer came out faster than I could think about it..
"There are people who use the remnants of dead evil spirits to try to gain divinity.."
"indeed. That's serious."
To be honest, I thought he would show some obvious discomfort, even if it wasn't to the point where his eyes would turn in anger, but even though he nodded and said he understood, his body's reaction was still calm..
"It looks like you have something you want to ask.?"
Rather, he reads my expression and lifts his chin as if it is okay to ask a question, urging me to speak. Then, she holds up a fairly large stone with her invisible hand and shows that she has the luxury of using it as a chair. I didn't think it would be polite to refuse if they laid it out like this, so I decided to just ask outright..
"Aren't you angry??"
"hmm? what?"
"The fact that this is happening despite the fact that He came down to earth to fight and die for believers and mortals.."
"Hmm... If the soul that acts as a vessel were an ordinary person, I would have recognized the concept of joy, sorrow, and joy more specifically, but since it is a lich that has endured for hundreds of years, even that is not possible. I'm not sure."
It was a calm answer, but it was also a dangerous one. If not only your emotions but also the concept of good and evil is vague, then the body in front of you can turn into a pseudo-evil spirit at any time..
Thanks to this, the body, which had been expressing doubt by tilting its head as if reading the reaction of the body that was becoming very tense again, made an 'Ah' sound and waved its hand..
"Don't get me wrong. To be more specific, I'm not sure about my emotions or even my current state.."
"What I mean by state is...?"
"There has never been a case where a new soul resides in a dead body, nor has there been a case where the soul is consumed by the divine and thoughts become established as consciousness. All I vaguely feel is curiosity about what happened after my death and how the war ended.."
"...I have no intention of punishing the remaining evil species.?"
"At that time, there were quite a few gods who went to war through their bodies. There were that many gods who died. Do you know what they would do if they died??"
I felt it was an unexpected answer to a friend's letter, but since the other person was a body imbued with the thoughts of God, he answered by shaking his head instead of trying to argue..
"With the help of other gods, they burned their bodies and shared their divinity. To provide strength to the remaining gods, at least in that form. This is what everyone agreed to before going to war.."
A strange color seemed to dwell in the eyes of a body that had felt no emotions until just a moment ago. At the same time, the body made something similar to a faint smile..
"Thoughts are just thoughts. Even if I happen to think of other souls as faults, that fact does not change. I think my job is not to get angry and rise up and punish the evil sects, as you said, but to complete my own death.."
That smile, which appears to be infinitely merciful, is so peaceful that it is difficult to imagine it being made by someone who talks about his own death. It was also different from that of an old man who senses his own death. Rather, it was more like a smile of relief, glad that I was able to finish an unfinished task..
Is that why?.
"In that sense... I think it was fate that we met like this, so I'd like to get some help.."
I couldn't bear to refuse my body's request..
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