His teeth bit down hard on his lip, and his small hands shook with anger and lack of self-control.

Anger, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions became demons that took over the woman's heart.

Terrible emotions raced through his mind, and his skin turned red like a demon waking from a dream.

Ivan, the god of soul weapons, seemed to act as if he was angry with the girl.

But this movement shows the light.

The flesh made a loud noise, but it was not the sound of God's power in the flesh, but the sound of something breaking.

As if creating a pattern, the screams continued until Ivan's body collapsed, leaving a "holy" response to countless voices.

The girl stared blankly at the scene before her, but she couldn't do anything.

Before his eyes, Iban's Weapon God was pletely destroyed, and a ghost Weapon God that could be called the Necronomicon was pleted.

In that case, even if you get new magic, it's a waste.

Even if you have the most powerful book of magic in the world, ``The Secret of the Dead,'' it is useless to a non-mage.

But despite this, there is hope and nothing is lost.

(This happens when there is a new wizard)

Holding on to blind hope, even if it's just a glimmer of pure hopelessness, is something to take seriously.

Understanding this, the woman stopped looking at the figure of the Horror Machine God.

Women don't have time to be sad and remember the past.

"Your master, god of ghosts and weapons, who would be so cruel as to abandon him when he is no longer useful?"

"How many doctors have you stopped this time? You probably won't know the answer to that question."

After the woman, another woman appeared.

A snow elf-like woman with long white hair.

"Yes, you are."

"It's been a long time, El Azif, that's what you want to call me."

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