A native forest that leaves the scene of Genesis colorful.
The land, home to many unique flora and fauna not found in other lands, is a sacred land called [the original forest].
[The original forest] is an extremely unchanged land. From the time of World Genesis onwards, animals and plants that remain the same live in their natural dishes and eventually return to the soil. There was something there called the natural appearance that was not invaded by anyone.
In [the First Forest] paired with [the World Tree Forest], which can be said to be the beginning of such a world.
One beast man, covered all over his body in silver fur, was gliding with a mysterious face.
The colour of agitation that floats in Kim Bee's eyes and the intense exhalation that leaks from between her sharp fangs.
He was in a hurry. As soon as possible, over the last few days, from the edge of the continent to the centre, enough to keep running without ever resting.
That's not what you can do, such as keep running for three days and three nights, so to speak of beasts with excellent physical abilities. As far as the severely rising and falling shoulders and the unusual wetness of the hair, I was sure I was pushing through the impotence.
Eventually a large lake appears ahead of him as he glides through the native forests, stepping on the branches of the great tree, which will be over a millennium old.
With that in mind, there's finally relief in the man's face.
But that's also between the bundles. The silver wolf beast man, who stepped down to the ground, squeezed his chi and face together and knelt instantly.
"I will report! Five days before today, the Alliance reported that the King of the Desert had been seized!
A gentle surface with no waves. In the middle of the lake, as depicted the three moons, the mossy green ground protrudes. A fine tree that grew like a parasol in a place like a peninsula surrounded by its lake. Softly blocking the sun and gently delivering the sun, the leaves seemed to be trying to invite a lion to sleep to its roots.
On the spot where I paid such calm, there was no time to make noise or breathe, a silver wolf beast man who stated the requirements like a bullet.
The lion, who slept loosely on the shore of the lake, opened his lid and slowly raised his face.
"Ho... but don't kill your hand. Did you take him away? Which god?
A heavy, hard voice emanating from a lion.
To the inquiry of a lion who seems half certain, the silver wolf beast man crawls his eyes to the green ground with his head hanging and his words lost in his mouth.
"No, it's hard to say... it was an adventurer named Ray who took over...
Words stop on the way. More than that, my mouth didn't move.
"What a kid."
Instead it was the lion who uttered the word.
As soon as I named Ray, the signs emanating from the lion were enough to stop him from breathing rough.
The atrophied and hardened silver wolf felt the sweat cooling rapidly.
Cold running through the whole body. The gravity of an unlikely nothingness holds onto his body, and he can't even move one of his fingers, as if it were in gold bondage.
A wind stroked his neck muscle, holding the feel of a blade. Cold, inorganic, pure intent to kill.
A few seconds to understand that's not for you. I finally know the spearhead of the lion's intent to kill myself, who has not yet been decapitated.
"... well, good. Because the Spirit God tells me not to put my hands on it."
"Huh... haha"
The silver wolf beast man, whose chains of intimidation unraveled and breathed back, breathes roughly and repeatedly.
"Oh, what's so ugly about you... excuse me"
Waiting for that disturbed breath and spirit to return, the lion opened his mouth.
Sometimes, Sabel, you had a fiancée.
"Ha. Sincerely, I am engaged to my village daughter. But the age was 15 years away, and at the time of her engagement, she had been taught at the Royal College because she was young."
The Silver Wolf Orc, known as Sabel, tells only the fact that he is not lying or false to the lion about his fiancée. But a lion who knew it better than the original would just cloud his mouth, pointing it out himself.
"I heard that the daughter, the wind rumor, is moving in a less good direction. Like that untouchable sea god."
"I am ashamed that such a letter arrived about a year ago and everyone was confused about me for the first time..."
Shame on the settlement of the beast man to whom he belongs, so to speak. Some upset is inevitable if you think you've been known by a king who sums up all the beasts. Because it's nothing more than keeping secrets from the king. That was supposed to upset the Sabel more.
But the credibility of the lion to the Servel directed at it does not shake to that extent. It is words and deeds based on the understanding that it would have been difficult to say. I didn't mean to blame you. No matter, I didn't bring up that story without anything.
"Sometimes, it's a sabel. Do you know that an adventurer named Ray is from Royal College?
"Yes, no, I'll sit with your first ear."
"Well, then this will also be the first time your Lord has heard of it. He said the man in question and his fiancée are particularly close friends. I'm probably still traveling with that guy."
Servel was puzzled by the whereabouts of the fiancée the lion spoke of. That's not in response to his fiancée being with the rookie we're talking about, but in the sense of why he told himself that at this time.
"... why are you telling me that?
"If the Lord, who was excellent with both Bunwu, didn't have to dare speak, you know?
"... you mean kill that adventurer named Ray?
Sabel, who had never received such a life before, could not hide his mischief and confusion, and quietly put it into words.
"Kill me, let's make a scene. ─ ─ But if it's about to kill the Lord, I don't need that. Do as the Lord pleases."
And the king of the beast, who spoke so, dwelt in his eyes in a colour more ruthless than he had ever seen before.
Sabel speaks terribly.
"... Our King, what do you know of that adventurer?
"... I don't know. I don't know, but I do.... are unreasonable beasts wearing man's skin. Or a monster born more than darkness. And the fangs can reach... non"
So Sabel swallowed up the ancient wounds that remained on his chest to the king of beasts, the beast God, who caressed him softly. Guess what that means.
"Let Non forgive me. With the Spirit of the Lord, discern."
I gripped my fist hard.
"... as the Spirit of our King."
Sabel, who received divine orders, left the continent a week after this.
Meanwhile, around that time, at the guild headquarters in the labyrinth city where the Rays aspire.
"Hey, did you hear that, you?
"Am I what?
"It's me, Rookie we're talking about. He said he did something terrible again."
It was a huge tavern inside the Alliance, and even among the men who drink and drink, it was a topic of discussion.
"I know, I know. You're Holla again anyway, aren't you? Isn't that common? Newcomers want to earn fame, but they report lies and hang them later. It's a routine tea thing in our world."
"But after the demon king's defeat, I did it again, no blame? Exactly, is this serious?
"Kuhaha, if so, immortal bird. No, it seems that the Sand King could not take over the Beast God, so is it the return of the God-killing hero? You, you're being too honest! Ha ha!
To a middle-aged adventurer who slaps a desk with a bang and bursts into laughter, a younger young man than that is ridiculed and has blood on his head.
"Oh, I'm kidding, Gola!
The young man punches the smiling man in the face with his fist. There Hugh and his handwhistle rang, and the stir flew in from the other guests.
"Huh...! Eppe... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not behaving yourself."
He seemed depressed by the incitement from other guests, and the middle aged looked used to it, waking up the chair, staring at the youth. Besides, the victorious and trembling young man was being drunk by the temper of a man, but suddenly his blood drew from the face of a middle-aged adventurer.
"─ If. I want to hear one thing."
That being said, it was a long-haired man who came interrupting from behind the youth.
"Gray hair... Ship eyes... you can't be..."
Against an eye-opening middle-aged adventurer, the young man, who had no idea of the interrupted man, saw the man again.
Covered eyes. One eye leaves traces of deep nails and the lid is closed. The empty right eye, the face somewhere dim and cheekbone raised, is also cloudy as if shadowed.
At first glance, the face of a grey-haired man was stained with unhealth, as if he were being invaded by a disease, but his standing has the style to speak of a war-torn adventurer.
The young man cowered at it and felt the blood rising on his head cooling rapidly.
On the other hand, the middle-aged man, who had been running his adventurers for 10 years longer than the youth, opened his eyes and was surprised, but he had nothing to cower about it, and responded extremely calmly.
"What are you asking?
"... earlier stories. on the basis that the existence of rumored rookies is false"
The man sighed at the answer to the succinctly summed up question.
"... for Christ's sake, why would a man like you care about Rookie who doesn't know if he's lying or not..."
"... that there is no certainty that it is false?
"Oh, hey"
"Well, I got in the way. Go on."
The grey-haired man lowered his head small and returned his legs.
Only a man's footprint sounds slightly louder in a simmering quiet tavern. No one was like putting in the incitement as before.
Eventually I couldn't see its back and heard ho breathing from all over the tavern.
"Hey... kid"
"Ah, yes!
"A lot of blood is a must for adventurers, but remember, there are some real monsters in there."
That being said, the youth nodded with a trembling mouth at the words of a middle-aged adventurer offering booze, not fists, to a future young man.
Meanwhile, the grey-haired man who had left the guild, not knowing that he was being told to do so, walked loosely through the labyrinth city.
and one woman with a big hammer on her shoulder there shows up.
"In a place like this, sir."
The woman, who called the grey-haired man the head, boasted a young physical beauty for a face that seemed to be around the age of 30. That was far from the beauty ordinary women seek, but the forged flesh, which is likely to crush the rocks lightly, does not make them feel the weight of a heavy warhammer.
"... Roana? I was just showing my face to the guild a little bit."
"Again? You've been going to the guild all these days. Something bothering you?
The woman, known as Roana, peered into the eyes of the man, who had narrowed her eyelids and called her the length, wondering whether it was the specific sharpness of the woman.
When the man closes his eyes to flatter it, he shakes his head gently.
"... nothing in particular"
"Oh, no, you don't. I don't know why a man tries to delude himself so quickly. What's bothering you is the rumored rookie in the alley right now, right?
"Did you find out?"
Roana smiles similarly at the smiling man.
"A man is because it's simple. He is, too. No, he was a lot simpler than you, so I guess we met straight from the front like idiots."
With that said, the gray-haired man softly held the shoulder in mind of the tragedy that floated in her face with his eyes closed.
"Rumor has it he defeated the Lord of the Desert. And from the path, the destination will be here."
"... right. You're not gonna make it happen."
The woman leaned against the grey-haired man and muttered as if she had appeased.
─ ─ Puppet Capital Kouchi.
There, the capital of a country that has fallen into darkness unknown. At the tip of that kook, a total of six men and women were poking each other in the face.
In that room, where the curtains are closed and no light enters the elegant circular table, candles built only in the same number as they illuminate each face.
One of them, the demon emperor Elgrand, had a creepy grin that wouldn't let him read the inside line.
"Thus, since when do we all face each other? Ladies and gentlemen, there seems to be no substitute, and I'm sure you've been very active."
It was a big man sitting next to his two right who tongued about Elland's attitude to say such irony.
"Chip... is that sarcasm for me?
"No, because even the brain muscles, which can only go around depending on allowances, are in positive motion. In this case I would rather..."
That said, turn your sharp gaze next to yourself. And the righteous-faced woman, who was to attract nature and the attention of all, floats with ridicule.
"─ You want to call it betrayal?
"No, I just didn't even know where I was until the other day. I thought you were dead."
Murder mingles with the gaze directed by Elland, and the gaze returned by the woman also brings disturbing things.
Interrupting into that one-touch air was a man sitting in the front of Elland.
"Keep them both that far. Maris has been vacant for a long time because of the hateful Krakberg ploy."
"Oh, no, did you? It's something I've come up with a name I miss a lot. Whoa, speaking of which, I didn't meet the girl who deals with that Mr. Krakberg masterpiece the other day."
With a floating attitude, Elland turns to how he came to gather everyone who bears the Demon King's name today.
"The name of the piece is Hi Wheel. There is only one person in this world who can use that sword."
There is no one on this occasion who does not know who that is, even in the cloudy way of putting it in Elland. I immediately understand that it refers to Charstena, the goddess.
Then, what was born was a slight consternation.
"Were you still hiding?"
"Yeah, I never thought I was reincarnated... apparently she has some pretty strong limitations right now and can't freely use God's power"
"That's good news, isn't it? I mean, if she's a goddess now, isn't it impossible to tear her apart and drag her organs out?
A woman who talks about miserable things that are not commensurate with her personal attitude. She is also responsible for the corner of the Demon King.
"I wish I could do that. Would you like to try? Can you stand the power of the goddess?"
"Ho-ho, I mean, boy, you got hit. I see, why not? You didn't get hit like an adventurer, you had a goddess behind you."
"Come on, I want you to stop saying that old man's gaze... I was killed just like that adventurer."
A little agitation propagates to Elgrand, who, whilst sighing at the old age that strokes his long beard, speaks only of the facts.
"... if you ask, you hear that the adventurer has just grown up"
"Yeah, I guess that's about it. But he used a technique that only a natural disaster gosh could handle."
"Oh my God! Of that natural disaster, I wonder if I'm reborn. Well, then, I'm convinced. From a hero who used to hang out with haunted ghosts."
"Chip... that son of a bitch, you're born again"
The demon king bears the name of an old man who reacts by the time he is daunted and a haunted ghost who tongues it as if it doesn't seem interesting.
"Yeah, as you know, no matter how many times I kill you. Only unique skills, they don't go away. But the problem is, the resurrection is too soon."
"Is that God's offer? Didn't you notice our plan?
"... no, it's not"
To the suspicious haunted, Maris assures you.
"There are narratives to be compared. They are, by comparison, heroes of divine killing. But one of those heroes is still alive."
"... Maris, how do you know that?
"Krakberg's plan. The brave man is in the fortress of the sky. But its power diminishes, and it cannot be our enemy. So it's no use killing the brave. The risk of Krakberg hanging in a trap that even God is proud to be impenetrable is higher."
Differences that show first satisfaction in the terminal explanation as well. The only thing in it that makes me laugh is that I was infiltrating.
"But if there is a rebirth of the robber, otherwise. Their contact equates to our defeat. Therefore, I propose. Through the fortress in the sky, in the fortress on earth, we need to stop it."
"Well, then I'll be on my way. Earlier, the rebirth of a natural disaster will also appear there, and the fortress is convenient for us."
Elland raises his name and the man sitting in the front of it sends a sharp gaze.
"... you can't lose anymore?
"If you doubt it, will you come too? Rather, it's more convenient for me. One or two of God, who you don't have enough to take, do you?
There was a man among them who played Elgranda the Demon King and had to appreciate it that way.
The man lights his grin into darkness until he laughs lightly and spitefully.
"... no, let's not. I don't think you'll fall like a goddess in that land. If you're not even a god, kid, it would be like twisting a baby's hand."
"Again...? If you move, this world should already be ours."
"No, I'm telling you I'll leave it to you."
Glittering eyes in darkness shoot through the demon emperor who distorts his face in dissatisfaction. I don't see that look in the dark, but the man in front of the Demon Emperor did laugh.
The Demon Emperor felt the creeps and silenced through what was sometimes unusual.
"I will not tolerate any compromise. Kill him, even in your place."
"... Sometimes it's unusual. I can't believe you gave me orders."
"Because the time has come."
Yes, one forethought, the man called the king rose up and said away.
"Better than this, get ready for a rematch"
Zawah, there was a lot of agitation running between the demon kings.
"Why, at this time...?
"Because the return of Maris has made the resurrection of the Evil God more certain"
A hegemonic king returns an answer that does not precipitate as if he had decided from the beginning to the demonic emperor who questioned him. But that, on the contrary, will reinforce the suspicion of the Demon Emperor.
"... I see, are you trying to say you've been waiting for it. I don't know when I'm going to be back... but isn't it too cautious now? It's as if we and you have another purpose."
A demon emperor who strengthens his eyesight and a champion who won't change one complexion if he's turned so suspicious. Disturbing air flows between them.
Receiving it, tension runs slightly among the other demon kings. In the meantime, the King stood up to even take the stage in a relaxed move.
"Why did we lose? Is that God? Is that God killing?
"... if you dare, it would be all of it"
"No, you're not."
The king resolutely denies it and affirms it.
"To evil gods and such, because they danced. Then the next step is to put the evil god under my control, and our demon king will take away all power from the evil god."
Lifting his fist in good stead, the king said forcefully. But to that overly ridiculous plan, the haunted stood up as he accidentally kicked down the chair.
"Hey, are you insane, Teme⁉? If you do that, even we demon kings won't have any self left!
"That's right. If you do that, you'll fall for sure."
"If we cannot see, we will be defeated. As long as that power is on the other side."
"Ohohohohoho, your fight is ugly. Isn't that nice, so. All you have to do is increase your vessels in battle."
"... it is computationally possible to distribute the power of the Evil God by turning the man of our suppressed land into a demon"
"Ho ho, you're ready to fall in love. Come on, Non rode the king."
Opposed were the Haughty Ghost and the Demon Emperor. But three more people on this scene indicate yes.
Including the proposed champion, there are four who agree with his ambitions.
"Chit-- wow! Why don't you do it?"
"... four out of six agree, can't you help it"
Eventually, the King's proposal was agreed that the contested demon emperor and the haughty ghost would break.
Thereafter, the full content of the Evil God Resurrection Plan was dispersed by the King, and roles were assigned to each of them.
"Then go, both of you."
The candle in the room disappeared and the darkness of seeing nothing fell into the room to the last king who said so.
In that darkness, the demon kings who moved out scattered around the world again because they played their part.
One remaining king on the spot will confirm it.
"Ku...... hahahahahaha!
I laughed as I spit out what I was enjoying.
"You think it's a rebirth of [natural disaster]?
─ ─ Stupid. That can't be right. The Demon King is not weak enough to win with just one peculiar talent.
Why don't you notice?
I'm back. That man.
Finally, I'm back on this side.
"But I'll keep the death fight with you for later fun. Be sophisticated, God willing to kill you by then."
Otherwise, the boring - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The madness echoes in the dark.
The world is rougher than this.
The finish by them began today at this time.
But this is just a prelude to the battle that begins with this.
Of God, and of men, and of heroes, and of demon kings, and of monsters, and of the endless.
This is just the beginning.