I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 483

Quickly return to the transfer room from the temple where the idol was located.

Looks like the route back from this transfer room to the ground is straight ahead.

From the ground, you can come here from wherever you like with the [Divine Transfer] that only the Pope can use.

However, it seems that there is only a direct route from the transfer room to the Holy City.

However, just getting off the ground would seem to have the advantage of standing on top of the magic formation installed in the transfer room and being able to transfer it with just a little magic.

It seems true that Naja has become immortal.

On the way from the temple to the transfer room, there were traces of the immortals that were not seen at first.

New plants and flowers have been invaded by the magic of impurity and decayed.

The trail went all the way to the transfer room.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Stay here, Tanatos."

"What, you don't want to come with me?

"Oh, I don't know if all the immortals are gone yet, either. As much as you want, Lyla, it's too much for a single escort."

"But is it okay to deal with Naja?

"I don't know. I might be able to ambush someone who speaks like the King of the Immortals, but I wonder. If you don't hear from me after a while, act like something's happened."

"Okay. Good luck."

"Thank you. I'll be right there."

The warriors of Atmos took care of what was going on in the gods' world.

I stood on top of the magic team in the transfer room and put magic into the magic team.

Then, in response to the magic, the magic team shined, and immediately felt something like a floating sensation and jumped.

"Where is it? Is this salt? Sea of salt. Well, then. Right, after the Holy City."

A metastasis that ended in an instant.

I got down and stood on the ground, as I had heard, as if there was originally a sacred capital.

With huge amounts of salt on the ground, I think this was probably when Naja used the Light of Judgment against the Holy City.

And the salt was also rotted by the magic of impurity.

It's like I pulled a line on a half-paper with a brush with too much ink on it from where I'm standing, leaving a trail of immortals moving around.

Maybe if we keep track of this, we'll find Naja.

Running with magic in your body.

Because the amount of magic is extraordinarily higher than before, it's getting pretty fast.

And while maintaining that speed, he ran quickly through where the salt was cut off.

Then I saw what I saw there.

My part-time brother.

My part-time brother is lying on his back on the ground.

"What's the matter? Are you okay, part-time brother?

"... ah, Ars. What's going on? A powerful immortal appeared suddenly."

"I'm sorry. The Immortal King sealed things up, but it turns out that Naja is immortal. Najah did this to you?

"Oh, I guess so. I knew it was the King of the Immortals. Look, the Holy Sword has gone so far."

The Holy Sword? Well, I guess not. Your right hand is rotting, Big Brother. "

"Hehe. Looks like you're screwed."

When I tried to pick up my fallen part-time brother, a reply came back.

Apparently the part-time brother fought Naja, who had returned to the ground.

However, the holy sword in his hand had collapsed.

This is impossible by nature.

My brother's Holy Sword, Grand Barca, is the same as mine and has the power of Purification in the sword itself.

Normally fighting the immortal will not cause the sword to collapse.

Which means that Naja has become as filthy a magic as the King of the Immortals.

To make matters worse, my part-time brother's right hand was also invaded by the filth.

I was filthy when I fought the Immortal Bone Dragon before, but I'm in a worse state than that.

"Purification"

I rushed to [purify] my part-time brother.

But it doesn't work.

The right hand is still being invaded by the magic of impurity and has not been purified at all.

"Purify, purify, purify."

Apply Cleanse over and over again.

But no matter how filthy it is, it doesn't work at all.

Rather, the black magic spreads from your right hand up.

"Bite brother, I'm hanging up."

"Eh, hey, wait a minute. Suddenly."

"Don't talk. I'll bite your tongue."

"Gah!! No!!

"Healing... Okay, it's back to normal."

I cut off Purification , which didn't work many times, and decided to try rough treatment.

My part-time brother's filthy right hand was cut off by his arm under his shoulder.

Bottom and right arm falling to the ground.

I kicked it off and immediately used Healing on my part-time brother's body.

[Healing] has no power to heal the uncleanness of the immortal.

However, unlike Purification , it is magic that even defect treatment can be restored based on lost limbs and hands.

I expected that power.

Unlike the newly cut arm, the new arm hangs from my part-time brother's shoulder.

And that arm had no effect on the filthy magic.

"You're really fucked up. Is there someone who suddenly cuts off his arm?"

"Isn't that nice? I just want you to thank me. If it wasn't for me, it wouldn't have healed."

"Well, that's true. Thank you, Als."

However, it can be said that this method was only lucky.

Anyway, if your torso was tainted instead of your arm, you can't cut it apart.

Moreover, the filth progressed quite quickly.

If we hadn't dealt with it right away, we might not have made it.

There won't be a situation where we can do the same again soon.

Or rather, the damage is spreading in the ongoing system.

The Knights of the Holy Order and the mercenaries on their side were still attacked by Najah.

We must hurry to stop Naja.

But my part-time brother had already proven that the Holy Sword could not be used.

Then we'll have to deal with it with something other than the Holy Sword.

Instead of the holy sword hanging from my waist, I took a new empty sword out of my magic bag and waved my sword toward Naja.