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“Ruin-Harvesting Cow is Mutia. Mainly oversees destruction and recreation. Her power is simple but great.”
The blond priest boy—the Inquisitor—had said that in the past as he stroked his chin. At the time, he was wearing a frilly dress since he was playing the role of Lady Goldencup. Therefore, he had also been fanning himself, but this was an irrelevant detail.
“In short, the world on a holy ground is reinterpreted and people are brainwashed. The same goes for the great library we were in just a moment ago! The Indoor Librarian interprets a world as a book and we’re forced to be its characters. We will defeat those who have their own laws with laws that we can use. That is how I see this holy war against the Constellations!”
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A storm swept through the area, lightly sweeping away everything in its path. A single strike transformed rocks into stones and gravel into sand, devastating the entire area.
“You’re one hell of a weasel,” the Ruin-Harvesting Cow grumbled.
The ground cracked into a checkerboard pattern, where the grid lines soon began to warp.
Thuuuud! Thuuuud!
With each of the Ruin-Harvesting Cow’s hammer swings, the distortion intensified. Eventually, the area became so severely damaged that it could no longer sustain itself.
“Try running away forever, Death King.”
Craaaaaaaaaaaack!
“You’re not the first to try to flee from me. There have been people...
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