Regressed Catastrophic Player Kills All the Villains

[Your skill: Source absorption failed.]

cluster of corpses. Absorption of spiritual power from that colony has failed.

‘Does this make sense?’

It is a collection of many souls.

Something like absorbing one of those souls.

Originally, it should be possible even if the rank is 1 day.

But that didn’t work out.

[Your skill: Source absorption failed.]

[Your Skill: Source Absorption is… … .]

It was the same no matter how many times I tried.

Susut-

Instead, the group of spirits became more firmly united the more I tried.

Soon, the community came together as one.

“If this is the case, it is no longer a community… … ? Are you merging into one?”

A group is a group of many people.

If you were alone, it was solitary.

Standing alone, it was a huge column-shaped mass.

Even looking up, it looked like it was dozens of meters high.

The spirits of the dead pouring out around that gigantic pillar.

The energy that would give you goosebumps just by staring at it gradually reduced its scope.

Before long, even the energy of all the spirits was absorbed into the energy.

Now it has become something that is difficult to even name as a collective.

that.

Tuo-!

“No, it won’t break through.”

It was so hard that it was impossible to even pierce it.

Using the body of a god, I tried to attack with all my might.

But to no avail.

Tuo-!

The huge pillar just stood firm, as if it had not received any blows.

‘What the hell… … .’

Kwaaang. bang.

I couldn’t stop trying just because I couldn’t get through.

Hit it with all your might, and cut it with a scythe. bumping was repeated.

But no matter how many times I tried, it didn’t help.

“under… … .”

Are you losing Isaiah like this?

so vain?

At most, that guy went in to stop this colony and one change?

The guy I know isn’t that kind of guy, right?

Was it at least an inspiration to go around with me?

To make a noble self-sacrifice to prevent a future where the void descends?

that. It was something I never wanted.

Noble sacrifices, sacrificing one’s life to block the void.

That was something like me.

The experience of failing in the previous life, the numerous sacrifices of the death squad, and the death of the last seven people.

It was a sacrifice worth making after having such a previous life.

This means that Isaiah did not have to do such a thing.

I just wanted a little help.

Come up with a plan for me, who has a bad head.

I just wanted you to be my friend in this life, not my previous life.

‘change’.

This is not to say that he did not drag her in to stop a phenomenon that occurred in a foreign country, France.

however.

that actually happened

To the point of laughing at the absurdity.

“Hanhui… … .”

“… … Isaiah… … .”

Before I knew it, my colleagues next to me caught me.

okay.

They all don’t talk, but at the same time they seem to be thinking the same thing.

that Isaiah might have been eaten.

I was thinking that too.

Changes that change reality.

Preventing such changes was achieved through considerable sacrifice even before returning.

There were overflowing changes that could not be prevented even after making so many sacrifices.

At least, the only possible ones were Yu-Bora and me.

Because she, who coordinates time, also twisted time itself and reversed changes.

But that didn’t come easily either.

It was made possible by changing many resources.

Compared to my previous life, I was infinitely stronger.

I hadn’t even found the level of my previous life.

Things like changing things.

There’s no way it’s possible.

okay. Clearly so.

It was absurd to me.

How long has it been since you lost Levi, this time it’s Isaiah?

Even though I got Marie back.

What if she loses it again? At that time I… … .

[You are digging into the source of your spiritual power.]

-Hanhui! it shouldn’t be touched

“… … .”

okay. I’d rather gamble than lose again.

It’s the last seven people.

What is the best thing to do?

Funny enough, I thought very deeply that maybe the last seven were just very lucky people.

is that right

in the apocalyptic era.

The number of survivors is less than a billion.

To say that he was the strongest among them, was that really the strongest?

Maybe it was just luck that I survived.

So even though he survived again by returning like this, aren’t he sending his comrades to the abyss of death again?

Do you want to be in that situation?

Rather, I would bring out the source of spiritual power.

Unlike other spiritual powers, this source is my true soul itself.

everyone else has

The one who has the smallest share of my spiritual power, but on the contrary, the one who takes up the largest share of power.

With the intention of using this spiritual power generously, I raised the source.

Is it also the source?

Even this body, reinforced with the body of a god, felt overloaded.

To do so, the survivor pulled out his soul.

Since I pulled out the source in a non-out-of-body state, almost no original soul remains in my body.

It’s like becoming a soulless person, so there’s no way it’s easy to use that power.

But know something.

If I can’t protect it here again, I’ll collapse with it.

-You can die! stop!

“Hanhui, what the hell are you doing!”

“Kuhh… … shut up. Say it’s all over.”

I endured with evil.

Then, he concentrated the energy of the source that had risen greatly into the sickle of the god of death.

Soon after, the wide-spreading spiritual power of the source quickly covered the blade of the Shinigami.

and that moment.

Aww!

I swung my extended spiritual power toward the pillar that swallowed Isaiah.

Even if the source of my spiritual power is disturbed by this attack.

First of all, it was a gamble to save Isaiah.

It was at that moment that such a gambler was about to reach the pillar.

* * *

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Just before my scythe leaves a mark on the pillar.

The massive column contracted even faster than that.

A gigantic pillar of the dead that was compressed into a small one in an instant!

The column, which began to shrink, formed a huge ellipse in the air.

It was compressed in an instant to the size of a person.

Darker than before, it was black enough to swallow even the light.

It looks like a black hole has descended… … .

“uh… … ?”

“Scatter!”

self-

Before I could get back to you, they started to disperse.

from bottom to top.

Black ellipses scattered like dust.

The oval is crumbling in an instant.

It was not an illusion.

[The ‘change’ done by the foreign press Remund has been oxidized.]

Even the system was naming that the changes Remund had made had disappeared.

‘why… … ? why?’

The reason was unknown.

As soon as the oxidation of such modification was named, the reaction only came.

[Foreign Remund is very angry.]

It was the anger of the foreign press that I had seen before.

It was the anger of the foreign press that made people go crazy just by facing it.

What was Lemund so angry about here, and what was he trying to achieve?

[Foreign Remund tries to pay the price again.]

“Crazy guy… … .”

Remund, the foreign press, tried to pay the price again.

I was trying to revive the change that had already been oxidized.

however.

[A very unbalanced request!]

[Foreign Remund’s price has been rejected.]

[Further dimensional interference is judged to be unbalanced.]

[Foreign Remund’s authority was temporarily ‘suspended’.]

All of Lemund’s outbursts were blocked by the system.

“under… … Now and balance.”

It’s funny to mess with the balance now.

In fact, it was only after the words of the system that Remund could no longer interfere.

system indeed.

A being that might be the controller of the void.

Perhaps higher than the foreign press or the throne of God, it judged that all of this had been completely oxidized.

however… … whatever?

Now, if the change is oxidized and disappears, what will happen to Isaiah, who has already entered it?

What the hell is she going to do now and make such a sacrifice… … .

“Look at that!”

“huh?”

“This is Isaiah!”

But she didn’t make any sacrifices.

‘… … what?’

-Isaiah… … rank has changed

Rather, something had changed in her.

* * *

She descends aloft from the air where the oval was floating.

Isaiah’s appearance was the exact opposite of Mari, who was right next to me.

Unlike Mari, who was filled with pure white holy light.

She was enveloped in the deep darkness where the pillars of the dead had previously been visible.

His blonde hair had also turned black.

Contrasting with the pure white skin, the darkness seemed deeper.

A black robe of darkness covering her.

She was dressed like a black magician in a similar story, and she exuded a different attitude than before.

That level seemed similar to the magic power she possessed in her previous life.

Even if it’s just the appearance.

It was inconceivable that he had that kind of energy at this point.

In her hand, she held a staff that was darker than any darkness she had ever expressed.

that was familiar.

“They said they got the commander’s staff from the test dungeon… … ?”

“… … Even to me, it’s a commander’s staff.”

Commander’s Wand.

before regression.

If Mary had the staff of life, Isaiah had the staff of the spirit.

It was a staff that perfectly contrasted with the staff of life that Marie had.

death rather than life.

It was an object that allowed him to deal with the spirit rather than divine power.

‘I heard you got it together when you became a lich. how… … .’

A staff said to have been obtained in the dungeon of the Death King in his previous life.

Holding it in her hand, she was in perfect contrast with Marie.

Remembrance.

I got down and asked her.

“Did you save them too? how?”

She didn’t hide the answer to that question.

“Funny, this is where the King of the Dead’s dungeon is. To the exact opposite of the test dungeon.”

“contrary?”

“okay. Quite the opposite. Isn’t it funny?”

“… … under.”

And the answer, as she said, was rather embarrassing than funny.

Mari’s Trial Dungeon.

The dungeon of the King of the Dead is in contrast to that.

Also, I got the scythe of the god of death by fighting the devil there.

When I put them together, something smelled.

It felt like something was forced into it.

‘I got a lot from here… … There are many things to be suspicious of.’

There’s a lot to find out.

There are many more suspicious things.

But that’s later.

Now was the time to welcome back Isaiah.

“It is funny. Well done though and… … .”

“and?”

“Thank you for coming back.”

“… … ugh What, not like Hanhui.”

That’s why I answered seriously.

she puts on a disgusted expression

At that subject, her eyes were smiling.

‘Anyway, I can’t be honest.’

Well, it must have been this much to share the aftermath.

It wasn’t that important now.

There was one other thing that was really important.