Goblin Kingdom

A troublesome, cloudy sea peeking from an open heaven. In that space, where huge amounts of heat swirl, blue flames leap, and electricity runs between clouds. Because the exit is still narrow, the inhabitants of the different worlds do not show up, and only the voiceless sound becomes a thundercloud and trembles around them.

Magnets pouring in from the entrance and exuding magic divide the earth and draw the ground into the underworld. The rolling rock bedrock flows through the sky and into a finely shattered and open cloud sea. He wanted the underworld to open its mouth, as if it were a child who wanted everything with greed.

It's not just about the earth.

The door of an open world spreads the damage around Attib and his hostile man. A corpse without the power to resist without distinction between a person and a demon is sucked into its entrance. It was a sight to see the end of the world up close, but now nobody cares to get there.

I have enemies in front of me. There are enemies to defeat!

It wasn't the enemy in front of you that cut open the Attitude.

The fact that while still incomplete, the device Deetna, which defines the rationale of the world, is activated. The enemy in front of you knows how to do it, which only the gods should know.

The reason of a world where tens of millions of souls are dedicated and completed over distracting times. A grief to be accomplished, even with the dedication of one's own beloved human soul.

“The demon king stands before the brave.”

♪ You can't kill a god in a demon ♪

♪ The gods can't interfere directly on earth ♪

The true Word that dwells in the Word of God is a completely different law, also called the truth of the world. It was a battle that once took place 400 years ago that laid down that. The reason of the world that worked with Artesia, who at the time boasted a powerful power, and finally laid it down in the form of exile with fornication to the Underworld.

It is also all the power of Deetna.

The power could not be resisted, not even by Artesia, who had accumulated power in the Underworld.

Paradise for the humans who should have won, turning their backs to their own divine meaning of “cooperation”. That collapses in front of me.

"Ah, ah..."

Finish everything perfectly this time.

Four hundred years ago, to hold down Artesia, I finished it incompletely, and this is the time to do it perfectly. You betrayed everything, but for the sake of a safe and peaceful world for humans.

... that.

"... you!

Anger smears thoughts.

Stick your sword to the ground and look at your breathing enemies with your shoulders.

"No longer, unforgivable! Shall we live? Four hundred more years, or a future heist, for the sake of my beloved humans, the world!

The enemy in front of you must be killed.

With the power of God and all that the body of the brave can have. What we have in front of us is the greatest threat. What appears in God's hands is the red text.

In its hands is the Long Sword of God Killer (Zulnag).

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The sound is far away.

From the rough and exhaling breath, the heat of the flames is distant.

I don't know if the pulsating beat is weak or strong, I don't know already.

My vision is also sumptuous and I can't even see the ground well.

But I must have done it.

I thought the characters in the picture books were such reckless things, like rebelling against the author.

It crushed God's ambition and won the environment in which non-human races lived. This will not only favour this predecessor. We should have won a peace that would only reward the blood we shed, equally, fairly.

The God in front of you will soon disappear.

I led the Underworld. That woman can't be trying to keep her mouth shut. Leave the rest to God......

Their duty as kings would be over.

I'll do what I've been carrying, too, if I leave the rest to the ones who stay.

It doesn't matter if I'm not around.

So let's just... take a break.

You've done enough.

The pain, I don't even know if it's there or not. The chopped arm screams every time he breathes. The more ridiculous it is to count a few times, the more it has been chopped up by the enemy.

He died once and for all.

Something pierced through my heart. Not once or twice. Even in this battle with God in front of us it has been pierced several times.

The intense pain that strikes instantly runs through the bones and freezes the nerves. Every time I exhaled, my strength seemed to fall out of my wound.

But that's over, too.

Falling like this doesn't change the conclusion.

You just have to get down on your knees and look up at the sky. You can't beat the god in front of you anyway. As easy as dying, don't you think?

At least, I got results.

... Oh, I'm tired.

I'm tired......

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……

…

... Oh, but why?

This hand won't let go of the sword.

These trembling feet refuse to bend their knees.

Why don't these eyes stop staring at him? Can you hear me or not, I'm getting smaller, breathing rougher?

Why am I refusing to fall?

I don't know.

Really...... don't you really know?

Oh, it's true. I don't know. I don't know why you're up against the pain. I thought I said it myself, it doesn't change the conclusion.

Even if I fall, God will vanish in front of me anyway.

I don't know.

─ No, you can't possibly not understand. I'm just forgetting.

Remember.

Though I forgot to come, the weight.

The name of your beloved. In exchange for what, the name of the one who must be saved.

Remember.

I've been carrying it, but the size.

Take that oath.

That bitter cup I tasted when I lost it. Repentance, despair.

Um, unforgettable helplessness.

A little more, I can reach you in a little while.

A little of it, even on the other side of the Mile Wave Tao, still got here.

I haven't gotten anything back yet... nothing!

Who the hell can save her if I fall now?

The enemy to be defeated, yet, will be in front of you.

The exhaling breath still lasts. The heartbeat, which was bewildered to carve, scolded his body violently again, and his feet, which refused to give in, moved on.

And there's something in this hand that's still gripping.

Everything that made up my losing mind was encouraging.

I'm, I'm, I'm... not yet!!!

The chewed teeth snap up. The exhaling breath is burning. What dwells in your eyes is your indomitable soul. Every time I go through the dead line, there's a stack of them. Every time I take my life, I have something to bear.

So, I...

"... Huh!

─ Um, the battlefield you've been running through, for what!

- My subordinates are following me!

"... Huh!!

─ Um, what's the victory we've built for!

─ ─ This monstrous body!!

"─ Huh!!!

─ ─ What the hell is that stomping death for?!

─ ─ Now the sword in this hand is!!

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"─ Attibu!!! I'll have everything of mine back!!!!

─ Yes, to get it all back.

A body about to collapse. From unstoppable wounds, strength and life continue to flow as blood.

But still, the man still stands up with his sword in his hand.

The dream-breaking God lets himself leap into the gladiator in an attempt to regain it, and one man wreaks a storm of gladiators in order to regain what has been taken.

God and man crossed the blades again because of what had to be taken back from each other.

Wind rides the sword wielded and thunder gives it acceleration.

The long sword played is inhabited by divine authority, which even gives the man further bleeding in the aftermath.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Die yeah!!

No matter how you strike in with the temper of tearing, it does not extend to the sword of God. Technology, and the strength of the sword, above all, can be fatally wounded by the divine authority placed in that sword or even by receiving it properly.

Every time we meet now, the man's body is hurt and his life is cut off.

But still...

Steel and steel to bump into. Blades and blades. Another clash occurs while scattered sparks are blooming. To crush each other's swords that slash each other, the knotting sword trident already counted twenty pairs. Beyond that, it should be noted that the will of the man to prevent the sword tip of the disease with the sword of a storm.

My fingers broke and my blood never stopped flowing from my arms, which nearly cut me a thousand times.

The legs, which are even visible to the bones, still step in.

The breathing that was burning has already stopped.

But in this world where the gods cross, men do not pray to anyone.

Overshadowing fate, even the underworld shifts away and waves its sword.

Just get out front.

As long as a piece of soul remains in that body, even God cannot stop the man from moving forward.

Black flames don't protect men already. With the manifested underworld, all its power is tilted toward the resurrection of the Lord. Riding the blade of a man was the indomitable will and the slightest power of the old gods.

The life will run out in a few moments.

That's it, even when we get there, the man moves on.

"─ ─ Huh!

No longer does it even come true to shout words.

I can't feel the souls of the mighty enemies urging me to move on.

The souls of the reliable subordinates who push after me are also far away now.

But still.

The man waves the blade and comes forward.

I've come this far. How can there be any reason why one more step cannot be taken?

One more flash.

One more step.

Each time it stacks up so stupidly, it's another 20.

Your lungs will burn, your eyes will lose color, and your ears will gradually lose that sound.

Competing for the Lord God of the world and his moves and his power, yet the will of a man is indestructibly tough.

Gradually, he hunts down the divine Attitude and subjugates it under its sword moves.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!!

A roar of ativity that inspires oneself.

So much so that the enemy in front of us was a mighty enemy. We no longer even have time to pinch an attack by true words. If you break your consciousness there, the sword trident in front of you will swallow and crush your body.

So sure that the demon he was supposed to have invited was mighty.

It should be beyond the limits of the disease. Then why can we proceed with that foot, wave the sword, and resist the divine self? I didn't understand it by the Attitudes.

I don't understand, so I was disgusted, and I was afraid.

Unstretched swordsticks, unstoppable feet, and above all, an attitude that cannot be transferred from earlier to any attack.

"Impossible... Impossible!

Scream. Like a child who wastes time, the grand god screams leaving a crazy and yet rational part.

The Absolute is afraid of himself.

Cold sweat conveyed his spine and his throat seemed to have dried up.

Oh, my God, this is... looking back.

The Great Sword puts together purple electricity and runs through the front of his eyes.

I can see, I can see. Even so, my body doesn't move already.

"Damn!?

The tip of the sword plunders the flank.

To the gushing blood tide, Attib went semi-frequent and shouted.

"Zenobia!!

The manifestation is the goddess of red healing. Not the shadow of a man's calling, but its essence descends with the appearance of Lecia Fer Zier.

The light of the goddess of healing instantly heals the ativ.

Naturally. She can't resist the offense.

"Phew! Phew! What do you say? I'm not dying. No matter how chopped you are! I'm gonna die!

"─ Huh!

Sword flashes accelerate even more.

The Great Sword that cleaved God's nostrils, between his momentary breaths, now runs up from side to shoulder. But again, the wound heals.

Infinite waters of the sea, but difficult to work with. That means killing God.

Then yes. I don't know.

What's left of me is asking what it is, and the answer is already there. Don't you need to get lost?

Whatever it cost me.

A great sword that can be shaken up.

"It's no use! Die!"

In contrast, there is light coming out of God's long sword. Light the darkness, the running of the extreme light. Running up the ground, a running stream tried to swallow a man's body for a moment.

And the great sword that was raised in heaven, the flames of the lamps, as if they were burning again, were in the darkness of the wings of the Dark Goddess.

Its black flames, from the tip of the sword to its roots, glimmer in the wind as if it were a flag of war conceived of the wind. The great sword, shaken up and raised for heaven, stands like a stone tablet honoring the immortal victory.

"─ Huh!!

I can't hear the man who screamed.

Flash.

The running of light and the flames of darkness clash. Bump, bounce, in saturating light and darkness, each other's souls portray victory.

The blow, which doubled from the left shoulder of the ativ to the right flank, went back to hand once more and was protruded across the ativ's heart.

"Oh, but... Huh!?

I can't afford to say anything, and slowly the ativ lag behind.

A man already has no power to chase.

The man who had already fought with full creativity, even his soul, had no more room to pursue.

A heart stabbed with a great sword still pulses, even as it exhales a massive tide of blood.

With his eyes open in amazement, Attib still stands, spitting blood behind him.

That's it.

So gradually the wound starts to clog.

According to God's ordained logic, God, who cannot be defeated by demons, his body is restored to continue to triumph over whatever his will may be. of the goddess of healing, as ordered by the way it is.

Decided victory returns to Attitude...

"Oh, my dear."

But a gentle voice throwing a stone there.

The appearance of the goddess is divinely beautiful. Smelly colorful incense, an overwhelming presence that should unite others.

"A, Lutesi, a... I, can, can... ha"

Artesia turns her arm to the neck of the dying Attitude.

As I caressed her, she whispered a good word when I put my mouth in her ear.

"But you lost. Oh, my darling! Your pain, your despair, your fear, it's all mine, until it falls short of tears. I'll never let you go! I won't give it to anyone! Hehe, hehe!!

The heart of the ativ's chest.

Fatal injuries open again. No, on the contrary, the underworld faces out of it as well, mainly that wound. It was once a scar that the god of war had hurt and worn again by a man.

"Dee, t, na... me, eating, wow, le, ca..."

"Let me inflict further pain on you, my dear, who betrayed me. More despair, more fear, more harm to my men, my dear! Ahahahahahaha!!"

He manages to put only his wrinkling body around his neck, and Attib turns his gaze to Lecia. To my beloved goddess of healing (Zenobia).

"Zeno, bi... a-"

Artesia will not tolerate that, which she tried to celebrate in sight to the end.

"Oh, my dear, no. Unless I'm the one who stays in your sight..."

My arms grow out of the underworld worn on my chest. An arm reminiscent of the deceased tries to catch and restrain and drag many and many of the atives into it.

"Gi, gi, ─ gi, giugua!!

Screaming like nothing in this world, the things that were aggressive, vanished without a trace.

Sister...

The shadow of Zenobia that manifests itself behind Lecia.

"Lose it. There is no longer that man. I'll take this world. Be free with the child there."

Artesia doesn't look back on Zenobia. With her gaze pointed at the dying man, she said goodbye.

'... Yes. Goodbye, sister.'

Zenobia did not even let God himself ask about it, but disappeared, and the fallen lesia lay on the ground.

"Come on, my dear spouse. It's your turn next. Do you want anything?

"... nothing. The Goddess of the Underworld (Dietna) and the Goddess of Courage (Artesia)."

"Were you aware? that I was homogeneous long ago."

A man does not answer the question of the goddess. No man was left with enough time to answer.

"… Again, I do not wish on you gods, etc."

Grief opens itself up.

That's how the man got here.

The very way it is, I'm just saying it's an answer.

"Are you..."

Speaking, the goddess stopped throwing questions.

"Ugly, and dearer than that, my boy"

That grin, smiling gently, is the Mother of Mercy herself who wraps her child with infinite love.

"Thanks"

Light wraps Artesia.

The world will change. The Underworld and this world, the two overlapping worlds, blossom miraculously in those two worlds, slowly turning them into a godless world. The magic and the demons are slowly vanishing.

The underworld, which was open, gradually breaks its shape and thus disappears into the clouds. Just like that, Artesia's appearance gradually diminishes.

When I first met the ugly boy, I stretched out his short body to the fullest, and the man said:

My path is conquest and domination.

The goddess was remembering that.

Conquest and domination. I see, then the man may have conquered and ruled, even the hearts of the gods. And remembering the comfort, Artesia dropped off the crumbling man.

The man accomplished it.

The man did accomplish it, even though he was invited by different worlds and made his body a demon. The soul, no doubt...

The man sticks his sword to the ground.

If you don't, you can't even stand.

The collapsing body could no longer be prevented from doing anything. A cracked arm couldn't stand its own weight and made a noise and fell to the ground. The man's arms, broken like ceramics, disappear into the wind as dust and mustard along with earthen smoke.

The sound of the war was returning.

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It is good to say that the armies of the brave men that the Attib was able to vanish returned to me when the Underworld vanished.

In front of you is the army of Arlodena, like the evil brawler who fights in death and madness.

Fear of flowing blood and strike a run at the roaring that rises, just as the previous will of war has been a lie.

Turning to an inverted offensive, Felduk, under the command of Gi Goo Berbena, does not miss it and strikes a chase. It was not their enemy who dominated the continent, no matter how good a weapon and armor they possessed, such as a raised enemy.

The army of brave men who beat and defeated the avalanche could only be prey to dispersion and chase.

The large army, which should have counted 200,000, fled to scatter spider children with roughly half the damage done. All the Army of Arlodena will follow suit.

"Go on, the king, our king has won... Enemies..."

In it, Gi Goo Verbena, who has lost too much blood, loses consciousness. It was the gift of the three brothers who, nevertheless, recapitulated the disturbed control and proceeded to the chase. Lower the wounded to the rear, while taking the safe ones and pursuing the defeated.

I had to make the victory perfect. I've been fighting on the front lines ever, even for their big brother.

Gi Gar Larks leaves the pursuit to the other generals and heads to the single-rider king.

That was the same with Puell.

Unfortunate, they felt nothing more ominous.

When they got there, the Kingsguards, who only left a hundred rides to surround the King of Goblins. They even drool their necks without saying anything, and they serve around the king.

"Wang Yi..."

Discovering the figure of the king of the goblin while standing in the center, Puell leaks his breath of relief unexpectedly. But still, he doesn't overlook the ominous and rushes over for a small run.

And that was the same thing as Gi Gar Larks.

I won't let it be trivial, King of Goblins.

At the end of that gaze is the figure of Lecia, the Virgin, who gathered the king's pet all together. That gaze watching your sleeping face is like watching your beloved child.

And seeing that he was losing his left arm, Puell nearly screamed and cut it to death.

"Puel."

It is undoubtedly the king's word that was uttered. But Puell was so stubborn that he froze his spine.

It's like, I can't feel the hegemony.

Unconsciously, she shakes her head. I just think the hunch is a nightmare that's already overflowing. Feeling the ending to be guided, she turned pale in the face and was about to reject that reality.

"I leave the politics of the country to you. You'll be able to put it together better than me."

"Wong, are you..."

"Lecia, please."

"Oh no... my king, I..."

Beyond that, she was speechless and, if she noticed, had collapsed to the ground.

Why, and all that runs through my head.

"Gi gar larks, my faithful first minister"

"Ha!"

Gi Gur knelt with a trembling voice and legs.

"Move on! Lead the army. of our goblins, to fulfill our aspirations, to the end of this world! Raise our flag!

"Ha!!

Gi Gur trembled.

And I never looked back.

The Black Tiger, who accompanied him for many years, felt it, and as soon as he joined his army, he moved on to the pursuit of his enemies.

"Lord Gi Gur, the king, what?

Gi Garr yelled back at his enquiring subordinate's voice, pissing his eyes off.

"Proceed! Proceed! Never look back!!

Yes, you mustn't look back.

If you look back...

"Proceed! Raise our flag at the end of this world! Our king's! of our great country!

Gi Gar desperately inspires herself with a faint voice.

The enemy is still here. I had to do my king's bidding.

"... aren't you very much, haven't you, my king, worked so hard to come? Then you won't be rewarded too much"

Puell even screams with tears. Her condition was like a crying toddler. Finally, she cries over a man's body.

"Is the world that unreasonable? King, from now on we will, no, the Goblins can't even maintain their country without you! You must have gotten your loved ones back because of you, right? Then..."

The man gently stroked Puel's head, crying on his body, with his remaining hand.

"Puel, I'm a traveler. I've come a long way, a different world from this one, to be invited by God."

It is the man's lie that makes him speak and listen gently.

I'm not talking about a man who was embedded in God's rape plot and used up to his soul, but about a man who was given a role in this world and played that role.

"Hence, Puel. I have to go home. Travelers have done their part."

"No. King. Your role is not like that... you don't have to believe in God or anything. You don't have to go home. Always, always by our side..."

"People will die soon. No one makes any exceptions. And that's the natural form. Grief does not crush people, it is only to move forward. Puel. My Chancellor Puel. I made a country with you."

The man's voice was limitless and gentle, and Puell, looking up, with tears and a sagging vision, saw him. The figure is not already that of a monster, but that of a man whose soul deserves it.

"I'll go first. You watch the end of the line. And move on as you wish."

Says the gentle-headed man.

"Come on, send me out. Tears would be ominous for a gatekeeper, wouldn't they?

The man smiled gently at her, forced to laugh.

A flash of wind takes her sight away.

The feeling of the man he was holding disappeared.

"... my king"

Gi Gar Larks ran.

There are as many as 100,000 enemies to flee. The fleeing enemy was unilaterally defeated and defeated to stain the plains of Arencia with blood.

But.

Yes, but...

Surrounded by enemy blood tides, Gi Gar Larks finally looked back with seeping vision.

"O king! King! My King!!!

The goblins also raise their voices to the raised voice of Gi Gar Larks.

"O king! King! Our King!!

The wood-spirited sorrow of the victory cited is not the art of speaking.

Have you ever had such a sad victory? Whoever now binds all Goblin's armies and has the greatest force on this continent saw the sight and screamed and cried.

In the place, only the great sword of the king stands.

Their king is dead.

But their victory never stopped. As if it were a soul song dedicated to the king, they would thrust their weapons up into heaven and bark their voices as victorious as they could...

"King, king, our king! Be great, king of goblins!

─ ─ Call their king's name.

And the king's death does one miracle.

Brave warriors looking up to heaven and poking up their weapons. The sight of each of them was distorted, their breasts thrust up by an unexplained fever, and they knelt down with each and every one of them to cover their faces.

They were crying.

The demon, who didn't know to cry, was gone. Eventually the voice will cover the plains of Arencia and weep to mourn one king.

Tears and mourning death are proof left that they are subhuman, not demons, etc.

But such a thing for them is no consolation or anything. There is nothing that will not weep at them when they hear of the king's death.

They abandoned their demonic selves for the sake of only one king.

Now, the king is gone.

Their great king, who will not be able to get it back, no matter what he does with his words and redeems them.

King of goblins.

Only a wounded sword standing on the hills of Arencia shows us that the king existed.

But it's also just a grave sign that decays in the course of time.

Sometimes, late autumn, five years as king.

The showdown in the Plains of Arencia was a fierce battle between the lords of Arlodena and Artigand: the death of the war. But still, Arlodena does not wait ten days to occupy the entire Artigand.

The flag of the black sun was swept across the continent.

─ ─ The silence descends on the battlefield, where many bodies are piled up.

It meant one end.

The wind blows out more than the north, and the morning sun shines more than the east sky.

The times of dark mythology were curtained down, and the sun, named History, marked the dawn of a new era.

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