Chapter 489 – War (4)
“Yes, it looks like everything was installed safely.”
Central and Southern Continents, and Northern Continents.
It was felt that Hanzo’s ‘holy relics’ were installed in twenty-two major cities, excluding those on three continents.
Of course, Hanzo did not know the existence of this holy object.
I had no choice but to not know.
Although it is Hanzo’s holy relic, it was Justitia who created it, not Hanzo.
What is a sacred object?
It meant all objects that symbolized and sometimes represented a being of at least a demi-god or higher rank.
If you were to ask whether such a thing could actually exist without the person involved knowing about it, it was close to impossible.
However, such an impossibility.
As far as ‘creating’ something, it wasn’t that difficult for Justitia.
It was something that was possible as long as there were enough materials and sufficient ‘understanding’.
So, I made it.
Holy relics.
Unbeknownst to Hanzo, he manufactured Hanzo’s holy relic.
“I was short on time and materials, so I only managed to fill in twenty-two…”
It would have been nice to have made a larger number if possible, but there was nothing that could be done under the circumstances.
“Still, it might help.”
There are no less than twenty-two holy relics.
Cities that belong to the world government…
Except for the big cities in the center and on each continent, we sent them to the largest city where there were lawmakers representing each race.
And, that holy relic… It was clear that it would be helpful to Hanzo, who was in the midst of a fierce battle.
Due to the ‘holy relic’, the barrier to save ‘people’ will be strengthened and its scope will become wider.
The resulting emotion will become faith again through the ‘holy relic’… And will be replaced by Hanzo’s divinity, not the maker’s own.
In this way, as Hanjo’s divinity became stronger, the ‘holy relic’ would also become stronger, creating a circular structure.
Slowly, I stroked my slightly swollen belly.
Excited, Excited…
Along with the weak heartbeat, the emotions of the ‘daughter’ sending waves of magical power were conveyed.
“Yes, mom is cheering up and helping her dad.”
Because he had to be here to protect his territory, that was the only thing he could do.
“…So, let’s wait. Dad and Mom are coming back. “I’m waiting with mom.”
Excited, Excited.
As if she understood, Justitia giggled as she watched her daughter quietly sending out magic waves and looked toward the center where Hanzo and everyone were heading.
A huge shock occurred a little while ago.
The shock that occurred at the same time as the mana in the atmosphere was instantly sucked into one place.
It was clear that Lilith had done something.
Because Lilith was the only one who could do something like that so casually.
“Well, it’s been a while. “Let’s take a quick quiz.”
Manga’s dragon princess.
Justitia, who inherited the ‘lineage’ from her minister, who is called her dragon god, ‘stronger’ than her father, grandfather, or cousins of her own age, has been in love with her since she was born. Born with power.
The power of the fallen child.
It could be called ‘the power of understanding.’
It could be called ‘the power of interpretation.’
It cannot be said to be the power of ‘omniscient’. What I knew was that it was a power limited only to tools made for ‘specific purposes.’
All ‘tools’ made for a certain ‘purpose’, whether for slaughter or convenience of life.
That is the power that Justitia possesses.
It was a limitation and a limitation of the influence of the power of ‘Manga’.
The power to understand and interpret ‘tools’.
Creating ‘tools’ and disabling them were all derivatives of that power.
It could be said that it was possible because he had such power that he could send out thousands or tens of thousands of nuclear weapons at once, erasing all species except ‘humans’, and instantly neutralizing the ‘weapons’ of the human race that was trying to become the new ruler of the Earth. .
The same goes for giving ‘magic’ to the ‘magic tools’ he created.
Even magic is, after all, a ‘tool’.
“It’s a play on words, but it is.”
Such was the power of the gods.
Follow what suits your understanding.
The concept itself varies depending on one’s perception.
Magic, martial arts, and witchcraft.
If you understand it as a ‘tool’ for handling mana that exists in the atmosphere, there is nothing you cannot understand. There was no reason not to interpret it.
So, what about holy relics?
“What do you think?”
Her daughter, who was silent for a while, soon unleashed her magic power.
Although she was a daughter who could not yet speak, Justitia, who was a mother and a dragon like her daughter, was able to understand what the waves of magic power were trying to say.
“That’s right. “It’s a ‘tool.'”
So I was able to make it.
There were enough ingredients.
There was semen obtained from Hanzo, skin tissue, and ‘themselves’ that were given to Hanzo countless times.
Just as Hanzo was influenced by them, so were they, so they could have been enough material.
Understanding was sufficient.
Even now, it has been possible to create countless clones and ‘tools’ that resemble Hanzo’s appearance, as long as the shape is the same.
There was no reason or need for that.
“Since I got the answer right, let’s ask the next question. This time might be a little difficult for you, who are still young. Instead, the correct answer is yes or no.”
Justitia’s eyes turned south this time.
The pupils of both eyes split open and took the shape of a cross.
“There are two problems. Does protecting only mean ‘defense’? Maybe? Also… Can ‘living things’ become tools, or not?”
“Oh, oh oh, oh oh…”
Finally, I finally found it.
The existence that will make my wish come true.
Berglaogr was delighted to see ‘his’ memories being absorbed.
Here was someone who would make his wish come true.
Existed in this world.
A being who can be one and all.
The maniac who went crazy and wanted to take on the world government head-on is now over.
Even if it were said that death was worth it.
No matter how much confusion it causes.
It was clear that he would eventually die.
With everything he has done.
He decided to run away before then.
As he said, he sent the ‘self’ born through the mother bodies he had collected so far to the border of the coordinates where the three cities were located, causing a dimension crash.
He connected it to the dimension he wanted.
And, while he was going on a rampage, he took advantage of the chaos and regained ‘himself’ in the empty laboratory.
The result was this.
I was able to know that there was a being who could make my dreams come true.
I knew who he was.
Under that madman, pretending to be submissive.
This was the result I endured after giving up on following that crazy man and having that damn vampire bitch as my mother.
“Finally, finally, it can be achieved.”
A complete, flawless being.
Although it was life, it was possible to become a god-like being.
The only thing that bothered him was that there was a dragon next to him… A transcendental being who had ‘killed’ him once.
It was okay.
All you have to do is hide and gain strength.
Even if it took decades or a hundred years, it was okay.
If we gather strength by collecting mother bodies and giving birth to more ‘me’.
If so, one day we will be able to reach our ‘secret garden’.
“Can I achieve my dream…?”
At that time, something appeared in front of Vergraogre’s eyes.
It was a huge claw.
It was trying to weigh me down.
『The correct answer is that ‘attack’ is also included in ‘protection’. Also… Even ‘life’ is a ‘tool.’』
A whispering voice was heard.
A very kind voice.
A voice like a mother teaching a child.
With him.
“Go, uh, eh? Ga, gru, gru, bur, bub.”
‘Myself’ began to die.
Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of ‘selves’ are collapsing at the same time.
“Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.”
When attacked to the point of death, the ‘protocol’ for self-isolation did not work.
The ‘self’ that had been remodeled, cell by cell and gene by gene, was contaminated.
I realized that fact too late.
And, I also understood that the one who caused such contamination was the ‘self’ I had absorbed a little while ago.
“Ma, ah, that.. Yo…”
Death.
Inevitable death.
It was only then that I realized that it was a trap from beginning to end.
They were not ‘protecting’ themselves by imprisoning them here.
It was waiting to come at any time and absorb it.
Like a medicine to kill pests.
It was poisonous and contaminated, waiting to return to its nest.
But, it was okay.
Even if ‘himself’ died here, it was okay.
The current ‘self’ was the largest and most numerous collection, but there were still more ‘selves’ other than the current ‘self’.
Right now, there was ‘myself’ watching this place.
When ‘yourself’ sees death, ‘yourself’ will understand what the current situation is and take refuge.
The ‘self’ who has inherited the ‘memory’ sent by ‘themselves’ and can achieve his secret wish can promise the next time…
“Oh that…?”
And, I felt it.
The external ‘self’ who received the ‘memory’ also begins to collapse in the same way.
“Hey, big talk…”
‘Memory’ itself was an infectious poison.
Completely interpreting and disassembling the existence of ‘self’, limiting ‘self’… Extreme poison.
A poison created to completely kill the immortal self, if even a single being survives.
“Ma, ma, ma…”
This is ridiculous.
There was no way something like that was possible.
There was no way it was possible for me to do something that even ‘myself’, the creator of ‘myself’, could not do.
That is impossible.
It was impossible, but it was becoming a reality.
It can’t be like this.
Finally, we can finally approach the secret garden.
Finally, I was able to become complete.
“Rain, whoa… Neu…”
With a bang, I said,
Berglaogre’s ‘memory’ melted.
With his ‘body’.
The ‘tool’ created to achieve his wish disintegrated and disappeared from the world.
Life is also a tool.
A tool called life, used to pass on one’s genes to future generations.
For a dragon, such ‘sensibility’ was natural.
But, can this really be considered a tool?
He stroked his stomach.
After getting two questions wrong, I giggled as I saw my daughter whining and sending out magic waves.
At that time, her daughter, annoyed by her own giggling, let out a wave of her magic power as if she was grumpy.
“…Huh? “Do you want me to give you the next problem?”
It’s like a dragon to hate losing.
With that thought in mind, Justitia took her gaze away from the south, where she no longer needed to ‘watch’, and spoke.
“Well then, how about this? “I’m trying to guess when dad will come back.”
This time, as if she was certain to get the answer right, Justitia looked at her center again, stroking the belly that held her daughter, sending out her magic waves.
