Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead
The lesson continues in the skies of travel, on the shoulders of the golem.
You said that we have a little bit of the mystical power of creation in us.
So can't we use that power to fight?
"Oh? You've got a good point. That's right, it's not impossible.
But it's not easy to make a miracle happen with such a dry piece of mysticism.
Dr. Everis took out a pair of date glasses out of nowhere and put them on, making them shine.
I don't know, but she seems to be in a good mood.
If you want to make miracles happen in your human body, you have to specialize yourself as a 'tool for making miracles happen'. When one's way of being has been sharpened to the utmost limit, one can finally use the magic.
Non-magical magic with mystical power. It is called ...... primal spell.
Feeling a kind of spirit, Miaranse gulped.
Magic that works miracles. That's certainly a hell of a story.
It's really up to you whether you can use it or not. No matter how much magical talent you have, you can't always use primal spells, and vice versa.
It's also important to have a strong belief and wish for one thing, and you can't do that if you're a charlatan like the witch.
Are you also ......?
"Yes, yes. I can use ordinary magic as much as I want. I just can't use primal spells.
You'll be able to find a lot of people who are interested in this sort of thing.
She said that she had trained her magic to the limit of the human soul. She is probably one of the top five in this world in terms of magical knowledge alone, but she is also outstanding in practice.
If it's just the amount of magic power she has stored, then Miaranse is probably better than Everis. However, Everith somehow manages to use great magic that causes Miaranse to run out of magic power.
He has a skill beyond human comprehension. Even Everis can't use primal spell.
In addition, a primal spell is like a special magic for each person. I can't decide what effect it will have.
The most incomprehensible primal spell I've ever known was the one that turned all the dishes around you into food.
That's a ...... miracle, but it has limited uses.
You know? I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. I'm talking about running out of magic and dying, or even if you have enough, you'll die from wear and tear as a magician.
What's so funny, Everith explained with a chuckle.
It was as if he was laughing at the fact that the world was not so easy.
"Well, it's not something you can rely on, Primal Spells.
It's not something you can learn by training. You're just lucky if you happen to find someone who can use it.
You're lucky if you happen to find someone who can use it.
The place was like the inside of a spacious cave.
The space was filled with white light, and the walls and ceiling were made up of what looked like plant roots.
There were armed elves and light figures in the form of elves, ...... "semblances".
All of them were holding their weapons and looking at Miaranse.
From what he heard and what was going on, Mehranze understood 80% of what was going on.
Those stupid elves are trying to wipe out Rene. ......
It's time to do it!
I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but I think it's a good idea.
I'm not sure what to make of that.
The meteor-like arrows rushed at Miaranse from all around.
--I don't care if my body rots on this spot.
Miaranse clawed each other's arms and tore off the sleeves of her maid's uniform.
A red scar was clearly etched on her pale skin, and blood smoke rose from it like a ripple.
The arrows of light lagged behind, and the flesh and blood warriors attacked. The mesmerizing magic eye does not work on ....... It seems that this place itself is suppressing my abilities as an undead.
But it's not like the other space where I was completely powerless. I have the strength to fight.
There are about twenty elven warriors armed with animal bones and leather armor. There is an abominable light in their swords and arrows.
--We must protect the princess, ....... And to those who stand in their way, ...... equal suffering! Equal perdition! Equal death!
Miaranse waved her hand.
At the point indicated by his hand, the blood smoke takes the form of a giant claw and flashes. The first warrior is cut to pieces with a single swing.
He dodges the incoming arrow with a somersault, then flaps his wings to change the trajectory of his leap, rubbing his pyramid and spinning to avoid the next arrow.
"Heaven! Earth! God! Man!
Miaranse roared. He roared and ran.
He swept his hands out to his sides. A reddish-black mist swirled around Miaranse as if to dispel him, and two of them, coming at him simultaneously from both sides, were each cut in half by a claw of blood smoke.
The beast-bone sword did not even reach Mihranze.
"Disgrace, trample, rob!
A justice that is full of deceit and falsehood!
If you drink the blood and tears that flow, and still keep a bland face, then ......
An elven priestess fires a spell at Miaranse. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea. One, two, three, and countless more. One, two, three, and countless others, all shining in different ways, each with a different trajectory.
He ducks under them, cancels out the flares in his path with a cloud of blood, and plunges toward the priestess. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.
...... No, it was not all for nothing. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not.
Turn the fading blood smoke behind you. Burst. A counterattack.
The warriors intervene between the priestess and Mehranze. Miaranse drew the sword she wore in her maid's uniform and pulled it from her back.
He stepped so hard that his footprints showed. One of the elven warriors was cut down by the force.
The rest of his opponents would not make it.
The beast-bone sword caught Miaranse.
The magically wrought sword pierced Miaranse with incredible sharpness. Three swords slipped from his stomach to his back. The power of order resides in them. Denying the impure and the wicked, ...... is a flimsy imitation of a god.
"Drink even my wrath dry!
Mihranze roared as he was skewered.
Anger made Miaranse's blood burn.
Sticky red tears streamed down from his eyes.
He had never wished for anything more than what he had.
He had lived a quiet life with his mother and father, until poachers killed his parents and forced him to live a horrible life ever since. It was an inexcusable tragedy, to be sure.
But what tormented Miarandze more than that was the feeling that what was an all-consuming tragedy for Miarandze was an inexplicably small event for this world, like a grain of black sand on a white beach.
The powerful are not afraid to prey on the weak, and yet, despite the absurdity of ...... such a situation, the world moves on as if nothing is wrong!
Justice. Order. Peace. Peace. Happiness.
Underneath the glorious mending of the world, there are people who are crushed and dying without being cared for. Whether you call them "abandoned" or "sacrificed" doesn't change the essence.
When he realized how lightly ...... the tragedy that had befallen him was in this world, Miaranze felt despair and an unquenchable fire of anger.
Then let me remind you. Let me remind you how heavy that sacrifice is.
Let's smash the whole world that is working as a matter of course and make this pain known.
...... To that end, Miaranse decided to fight. He put his claws and fangs into René's hands!
The earth shook and reddish-black dust flew into the air.
I'm not going to be able to do that.
I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've seen it before.
Chapter 176: 176 [3-33] Back attack of treading cats
You said that we have a little bit of the mystical power of creation in us.
So can't we use that power to fight?
"Oh? You've got a good point. That's right, it's not impossible.
But it's not easy to make a miracle happen with such a dry piece of mysticism.
Dr. Everis took out a pair of date glasses out of nowhere and put them on, making them shine.
I don't know, but she seems to be in a good mood.
If you want to make miracles happen in your human body, you have to specialize yourself as a 'tool for making miracles happen'. When one's way of being has been sharpened to the utmost limit, one can finally use the magic.
Non-magical magic with mystical power. It is called ...... primal spell.
Feeling a kind of spirit, Miaranse gulped.
Magic that works miracles. That's certainly a hell of a story.
It's really up to you whether you can use it or not. No matter how much magical talent you have, you can't always use primal spells, and vice versa.
It's also important to have a strong belief and wish for one thing, and you can't do that if you're a charlatan like the witch.
Are you also ......?
"Yes, yes. I can use ordinary magic as much as I want. I just can't use primal spells.
You'll be able to find a lot of people who are interested in this sort of thing.
She said that she had trained her magic to the limit of the human soul. She is probably one of the top five in this world in terms of magical knowledge alone, but she is also outstanding in practice.
If it's just the amount of magic power she has stored, then Miaranse is probably better than Everis. However, Everith somehow manages to use great magic that causes Miaranse to run out of magic power.
He has a skill beyond human comprehension. Even Everis can't use primal spell.
In addition, a primal spell is like a special magic for each person. I can't decide what effect it will have.
That's a ...... miracle, but it has limited uses.
You know? I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. I'm talking about running out of magic and dying, or even if you have enough, you'll die from wear and tear as a magician.
What's so funny, Everith explained with a chuckle.
It was as if he was laughing at the fact that the world was not so easy.
"Well, it's not something you can rely on, Primal Spells.
It's not something you can learn by training. You're just lucky if you happen to find someone who can use it.
You're lucky if you happen to find someone who can use it.
The place was like the inside of a spacious cave.
The space was filled with white light, and the walls and ceiling were made up of what looked like plant roots.
There were armed elves and light figures in the form of elves, ...... "semblances".
All of them were holding their weapons and looking at Miaranse.
From what he heard and what was going on, Mehranze understood 80% of what was going on.
Those stupid elves are trying to wipe out Rene. ......
It's time to do it!
I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but I think it's a good idea.
I'm not sure what to make of that.
The meteor-like arrows rushed at Miaranse from all around.
--I don't care if my body rots on this spot.
Miaranse clawed each other's arms and tore off the sleeves of her maid's uniform.
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The swirling, revolting smoke of blood surrounded Miaranse and drowned out the incoming arrows of light.The arrows of light lagged behind, and the flesh and blood warriors attacked. The mesmerizing magic eye does not work on ....... It seems that this place itself is suppressing my abilities as an undead.
But it's not like the other space where I was completely powerless. I have the strength to fight.
There are about twenty elven warriors armed with animal bones and leather armor. There is an abominable light in their swords and arrows.
--We must protect the princess, ....... And to those who stand in their way, ...... equal suffering! Equal perdition! Equal death!
Miaranse waved her hand.
At the point indicated by his hand, the blood smoke takes the form of a giant claw and flashes. The first warrior is cut to pieces with a single swing.
He dodges the incoming arrow with a somersault, then flaps his wings to change the trajectory of his leap, rubbing his pyramid and spinning to avoid the next arrow.
"Heaven! Earth! God! Man!
Miaranse roared. He roared and ran.
He swept his hands out to his sides. A reddish-black mist swirled around Miaranse as if to dispel him, and two of them, coming at him simultaneously from both sides, were each cut in half by a claw of blood smoke.
The beast-bone sword did not even reach Mihranze.
"Disgrace, trample, rob!
A justice that is full of deceit and falsehood!
If you drink the blood and tears that flow, and still keep a bland face, then ......
An elven priestess fires a spell at Miaranse. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea. One, two, three, and countless more. One, two, three, and countless others, all shining in different ways, each with a different trajectory.
He ducks under them, cancels out the flares in his path with a cloud of blood, and plunges toward the priestess. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.
...... No, it was not all for nothing. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not.
Turn the fading blood smoke behind you. Burst. A counterattack.
He stepped so hard that his footprints showed. One of the elven warriors was cut down by the force.
The rest of his opponents would not make it.
The beast-bone sword caught Miaranse.
The magically wrought sword pierced Miaranse with incredible sharpness. Three swords slipped from his stomach to his back. The power of order resides in them. Denying the impure and the wicked, ...... is a flimsy imitation of a god.
"Drink even my wrath dry!
Mihranze roared as he was skewered.
Anger made Miaranse's blood burn.
Sticky red tears streamed down from his eyes.
He had never wished for anything more than what he had.
He had lived a quiet life with his mother and father, until poachers killed his parents and forced him to live a horrible life ever since. It was an inexcusable tragedy, to be sure.
But what tormented Miarandze more than that was the feeling that what was an all-consuming tragedy for Miarandze was an inexplicably small event for this world, like a grain of black sand on a white beach.
The powerful are not afraid to prey on the weak, and yet, despite the absurdity of ...... such a situation, the world moves on as if nothing is wrong!
Justice. Order. Peace. Peace. Happiness.
Underneath the glorious mending of the world, there are people who are crushed and dying without being cared for. Whether you call them "abandoned" or "sacrificed" doesn't change the essence.
When he realized how lightly ...... the tragedy that had befallen him was in this world, Miaranze felt despair and an unquenchable fire of anger.
Then let me remind you. Let me remind you how heavy that sacrifice is.
Let's smash the whole world that is working as a matter of course and make this pain known.
...... To that end, Miaranse decided to fight. He put his claws and fangs into René's hands!
The earth shook and reddish-black dust flew into the air.
I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've seen it before.
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