Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Chapter 245 - Episode Forty-Two - The Collector (13)

Universal Hardwood Behemoth — It was a behemoth of a tree, growing horizontally rather than vertically, with protruding branches and hollows that reminded me of a crouched beast of prey.

The blackened leaves were obviously hard and unnatural, as if they were made.

It was like a black fur.

It was more than forty meters across.

“I didn’t know you even had stuff like this ……”

This is going to take a while.

I’m not sure how much longer I can keep destroying things like that.

I’m worried that I’m going to blow up everything together with the collection, but I might as well prepare for the Abel ball.

Maybe he’ll be okay since he have Amrita.

“Fu, fufu …… fuhahahahaha! It’s surely an instant fortress! Now, next, I will……”

The “Universal Hardwood Behemoth” was hit by my giant whip, and it dipped and creaked all over.

The hard, metallic leaves fell from its body, and the behemoth was instantly stripped naked, revealing the collector hiding in its depths.

“Huh, so it’s not that hard……”

“M-My, my behemoth!?”

The collector was stunned for a moment, but then he saw the fourth blow crack the behemoth’s head, bend it further, and saw it lift it up again, he seemed to have realized that leaving it any more would only result in it being destroyed, he waved his hand and make the “Universal Hardwood Behemoth” disappear.

After glaring at the giant whip with bloodshot eyes, he shouted at the top of his voice.

“The Giant King Hylas’ Magic Battle Armor!”

The Giant race is a race that is said to have died out thousands of years ago.

They are classified as humans, but their nature is similar to that of magical beasts.

They are said to have been nearly ten meters tall and to have rampaged under the protection of the earth god Garuja in mythological times.

After Garuja was defeated, they lost their protection and became weak, and lost their backing.

Originally dumb and violent, the Giant race was mainly regarded as enemies by the Norcs, and after Garuja’s death, they were killed one after another over the course of a thousand years.

I had heard that the last of these giants was named Hylas.

But that was the extent of what I knew.

A large piece of armor, not ten meters, but nearly twenty meters, stood in front of the collector.

“Giant King Hylas’ Magic Battle Armor” — The armor is apparently not made of metal, but of pure spirit.

It is slightly translucent and emits a rainbow-colored light.

It has an overwhelmingly divine appearance, even compared to the magic tools of his previous collections.

I took a moment to admire its beauty and gulped down my spit.

Then I recovered my composure and glared at the “Giant King Hylas’ Magic Battle Armor”.

“…… You’re really starting to show your stuff. I’m sure that must quite the great stuff.”

“Now then, I’ve survived for now, but what do I do now?”

The moment the collector muttered, a giant whip struck the head of the “Giant King Hylas’ Magic Battle Armor”.

The armor’s feet sank to the floor, with a thin vertical crack.

“Wha-!?”

I immediately strike it three consecutive hits.

The “Giant King Hylas’s Battle Magic Armor” shattered as it buried itself in the floor.

In the aftermath, the collector is flung away.

“Huh, so that’s about it.”

A glittering, rainbow-colored powder danced in the air.

The powder eventually turns to smoke and disperses into the air.

A singing voice in the language of spirits sounded like a whisper.

It was more of a series of words than lyrics, but it seemed to be tracing the prosperity of the Giant race.

It was sung by the spirits that had been part of the magic battle armor.

The song seemed to be about how the giants, with the blessings of Garuja, were overwhelming other species of humans and magical beasts, and strengthening their power.

The words “perpetual”, “prosperity”, “mighty”, “victory”, “feast”, and …… in the spirit language continued, echoing from here and there.

Some spirit words I didn’t know were mixed in.

I wondered if it was the spirit language name of Garuja, the god of the earth.

All the bright words continued, mixing, and echoing. But the voice of the spirit singing them was young and fragile.

In spite of its content, it seemed somehow sad.

“What, What’s going on!? Why!? Why!? Why is that happening!?”

The collector held a fragment of a lump of spirit that was part of the “Giant King Hylas’ Magic Battle Armor” and howled with his big mouth open.

The bandage around his mouth was torn off.

The fragment he was holding turned into a rainbow-colored smoke and a lonely singing voice, reducing its mass.

Eventually, the smaller fragment slipped between the collector’s large fingers and fell, bouncing a few times at his feet before disappearing.

I swung my eighth whip at the collector without mercy.

“Y-You-!”

The collector jumped to the right and avoided the huge whip.

It was a divine move.

A huge earthworm-like swelled on the floor where the collector had just been standing, and debris flew everywhere.

“Were I …… able to avoid it……? Fu, fuhahahaha! Finally, my eyes got used to it. ……”

The collector didn’t expect to be able to avoid it either.

In a bent posture, he looked after the giant whip destroyed the floor and lifted the edge of his mouth slightly.

He must have thought that he could see the light to break through this huge whip barrage.

However, he couldn’t dodge the ninth strike.

It was only natural that he was out of position when he avoided the eighth strike.

“Ugh!”

The tenth blow struck the collector as he leaped, and the eleventh blow pierced his body as he fell.

Then two consecutive hits followed up. The giant whip crushed the body of the collector and trampled the fragments of the “Giant King Hylas’ Magic Battle Armor”.

A number of cracks appeared on the floor of the tower. The footing was too unstable to avoid them anymore.

The collector, who had been flung away, slammed into the floor, causing a large crack in the floor on his back. The collector’s back was caught in the crack.

“I lost ……?　Impossible …… Am I going to lose ……?”

The collector whose back is buried on the floor looked up at the ceiling in a daze, I shot the tenth third.

The collector just stared at the whip coming at him.

He didn’t try to avoid it or block it. He just looked up and stared at the metal plate being stretched by the force of the whip.

The content of the spirits’ song had shifted from the prosperity of the giant race to their decline.

“Collapse”, “Pessimism”, “Ruin”, “The Last King”.

Young, sad voices dominated the area, overlapping in number.