Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Nothing, not all gods were seen in the banishment plays of black-clothed swordsman Ray Cruz and sword princess Suigil.

"Thunder Strike" True Lightning "

While the Effilroth God tied them up in a secret (Sacramento), a thundercloud created by the Hellenonian God appeared just above the helix of despair (Reliouria), trapped in the Current Prison Chain (Timestop).

As soon as the helix of despair returns to normal time, hundreds of thunderlights will strike from there causing lightning.

It was followed by numerous gods and angels, who also produced numerous light spheres.

Flames, Cold Air, Thunder Strikes, Sound Waves, Strong Acids, Violent Poisons, and Spirituality.

Attacks of all attributes engulf the spiral of despair.

Furthermore, Tyrone, the race god of the meadow race (Magner), throws countless daggers and the patron saint of the hunter unleashes arrows. Many apostles followed it.

What I'm doing is, it's the same as Yut. The collaborative technique of activating the Differential Blast, which bursts in time difference, after stopping time with Chronos Eyes.

Even without giving a specific example, its power comes with origami.

But this is on a different scale.

Each and every one of them brings together an attack that can wipe out an army around a spiral of despair.

If that plays all at once, what happens?

Ray Cruz and Szigil. Plus I dropped off Vainamarinen, and then exactly a minute later. The Yuts experienced it.

First, light and sound were born together. It was not until afterwards that I realized that the effects of Current Prison Chain (Timestop) had been solved.

The colorful - really all sorts of colors intruded and all I can say is yes - light raved and filled my sight. I closed my eyelids slightly, but I feel eyelids even over them.

At the same time, a tedious roar shook my head.

Bombing noise to awesome. Looks like Valtrude right next door is talking about something, but Yut couldn't even hear a word.

When the spectacle of light and sound comes to a paragraph, the next visit is a shock.

Isn't the air solidifying? It puts so much pressure on the whole body of the Yuts that it seems so. This is what it says to be quite far away and yet under the shelter of the gods. The situation in the heart of the explosion is extrapolating.

"Wow, wow."

Jonah is innocent, too.

But it's not over yet.

Smoke cleared. The atmosphere boiled down to make sense of the situation, but the spiral of despair survived naturally.

A thousand spirally twisted arms.

A giant with countless black dots all over his body.

A crowd of snakes as cluttered as Yunxia.

Synthetic organisms (chimeras) mixed with a number of marine organisms.

A collection of featherworms wrapped around a tuna.

A shadow of energy without an entity.

One after the other it also changes its resemblance to the phantom, stretching the tentacles of doom in all directions.

"It is a sign!

The gods are woven too, that you can't defeat them with that alone.

A growling Regra god cuts ahead with his bare fists.

Next, the forest maiden Effilroth is the fine sword (Rapier), the Ducommerce God is the giant hammer, the dragon god Bahamut is the nail, fangs and tail, and the rock giant (Jarloot) god “Silver Climber” Nemsak is the stick.

Countless gods and the angels that followed them slaughtered into a spiral of despair.

Unsurprisingly, Effilroth is the one that shows outstanding activity among them.

As if trying to make amends for his faults, he snaps his tentacles away with a fine sword, tying the helix of despair with a tsu.

"Well, we don't even have to put our hands down."

Said Larsia in a playful tone, sheltered by the god of knowledge Zeras and the goddess of death and witchcraft Truss-Sink.

In one word, the air in the field relaxed at once.

Something like Moodmaker's eye-catching.

"Yeah. Right. I think it's good to be positive."

"Absolutely. Positive!"

As Yut responds with a bitter smile, Larsia gives a voice with even more high-touch momentum.

In the meantime, gods and angels who specialize in witchcraft continued to attack and support them from a distance.

"In front of this unimaginable sight... that's Larsia"

Arcia, the most believing of all, exhales in a frightening half, a touching half.

But in this situation, which has continued to overwhelm me, I am sure it has inspired me to calm down.

Thanks to you, childhood friend. No, I could have noticed how my peers tied up with the same guy.

"No way, you're not thinking about jumping into that, are you, Valtrude?"

"Oh, whoa."

Called by his entire name, not his usual nickname, the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) is upset.

They're poking at the stars, so it shouldn't be.

"... well, if that caution, shouldn't it be Jonah?

"Bullshit. I won't get my hands on it unless Yut or Arsia tells me it's okay"

"... ugh"

Even losing to Jonah.

I realize that, and Valtrude is shocked. Most of all, I wasn't trying to get my hands off the Horse Sword (White Knight).

It's a shame.

"If Val went in, Egg could have gone with him."

"I mean, both of us. More than that, stop imitating like self-sacrificing earlier."

Though attention flies from Yut that I just remembered because of a lot of things, neither of us tries to keep an eye on each other.

Even then, when Yut tried to pursue him, under his eyes, the battle of the gods continued.

If this had been done on earth, no, even in heaven, the earth would be torn apart and heaven would be a screaming fierce battle. Without the Riya divine writings, the surrounding area must have become uninhabitable for people.

So far the gods have been in a pushy mood, but of course they can't stay intact.

Whether it's a man or a god. They are dealing with the tentacles of a spiral of despair that will extinguish them just by touching them.

We have to dispose of the artifact to avoid an attack. Still, extinguished limbs emerge. I was chopping it off myself and letting it play.

That, too, is what you can do because you are God.

Many angels perish without strength.

But it's just an outpost yet.

"If it stays like this, can we go?

"I want to believe that... but..."

Even the gods have been hurt and the fierce fighting that has put them at risk of death continues.

Yut opens his mouth, wondering if it's a good thing to say in the middle of it.

"If you can handle this, you can't seal it."

The allegation was shooting straight.

And it's not even the gods you don't understand.

The gods knew from past experience that the spiral of despair was not the opponent who could fight and drive them from the front. Evidence that I managed to connect to a prison of different dimensions, but that's all I could do was move.

"Your power, to me."

But the gods are not omnipotent, either, but they are not helpless.

Daxtum the Evil God, the culmination of God with the Evil Phase, gave the decree to all God.

Stand arm in arm between the avant-garde challenged by the spiral of despair and the gods who attack and support them in the rear.

prestigious.

The attitude was full of majesty that made me want to call myself King of the Gods, though evil gods.

- Whatever your mood, I won't spare your cooperation.

The first move was made by Fermina, the sun god.

A wave of dominance in an ancient witchy outfit creates a sun wheel behind Daxtum.

"How dare you..."

Valtroude tells me to do it all the time.

Indeed, the sun wheel seemed to have gathered only the harsh side of the sun.

There, the magic released by the gods gathers.

"It is you who perish, spiral of despair!

I guess I feel full of power. Daxtum God smiles invincibly. Beside it, with his own focus, his evil beloved wife, Beatrice, had a look that was nowhere too slutty for a trance.

Feeling the power increase, the efiltrose and the gods on the front line are scattered.

In conjunction, Daxtum God unleashed his power.

"Forto Fortuna, the creation of destiny"

Daxtum to be said even with the Lord God of Evil.

From the fingertips of that evil god who absorbed the sun wheel, a ray overwhelmed his surroundings.

White light.

Light.

Impact.

Calories.

Silent.

Power equal to the creation of the world is also gathered and beaten to the spiral of despair.

The world of writing cracks swayed, and the rear god who sustains it gave the goddess of beauty and art and other unmistakable expressions. If Acorn's accomplishments hadn't allowed his heart to love art to spread and become more powerful on earth, everything could have ended here.

Until then, this is not just an attack.

One of the steps to destroy the spiral of despair.

Pull out the nucleus (core). No, create it precisely. If we crumble that, the spiral of despair must also perish. Create such a point.

It also resembled a reversal of the cause and effect that Larsia did with divine power engravings, where she poked instead of poking the steeple was the steeple. But a fateful alteration far beyond that.

This battle is no longer an area of physical power or witchcraft.

What manipulates and controls fate seizes victory.

"- Huh."

A voiceless voice was released from the spiral of despair.

That's what people know. No, it's a voice that goes beyond even God's recognition.

The spiral of despair, which was an amorphous of a thousand changes, is distorted, wrapped, twisted and takes one form.

It looked like Earth.

No, it doesn't actually look alike. I guess the sphere just looked like a planet. It is gray, the shape of the blood vessel emerges is exposed, and a chill runs on Yut's back.

The changes, they still don't stop.

The sphere was distorted, wrapped, twisted and a person's upper body grew on the top.

I can't feel life or vitality. Not even the creeps of the Immortal Monster (Undead).

She's a completely inorganic plastic woman.

But look, it doesn't matter.

This is the core of the spiral of despair.

Now we can defeat the spiral of despair.

Regra god on foot empty-fisted, forest maiden Effilroth with fine sword, Ducommerce god with giant hammers, dragon god Bahamut with nails, fangs and tails, rock giant god with sticks.

And Hellenonian God with a hundred and one divine swords.

Countless gods and the angels that followed them arrived at the core of the spiral of despair.

The nucleus of a spiral of despair that intercepts it.

Countless twisted tentacles pop out of the sphere that hits its lower body, inviting those living in heaven to perish.

of mythology, which is also reminiscent of end-of-life mythology, a spectacular sight.

When it comes to nucleus, it's never weakened.

There is not yet a single pillar of the loss of the gods, but the angels that perish between them only to approach are not profitable in the hundreds.

Still, I guess they're causing the nucleus to appear and degenerate.

Until now, it had only been touched by the twisted tentacles of the helix of despair, and even the gods had to lose and regenerate their limbs. The angels and so on, that was all that was erasing them.

But now that he has been rewritten into existence by the Daxtum God, even the angels can withstand a few rounds.

It simply changed from just touching it to extinguishing it - it can't even resuscitate it - to being extinguished if given death by a tentacle attack.

"F, hahahahahaha. Slash and carve! Stab and pierce! Knock it down! Show me your divine authority! Praise the violence!

Its own power is an opportunity, and the gods are moving regardless of good or evil. Especially when Helenonia, a brotherly god.

That was enough to satisfy the self-esteem of the evil god Daxtum. The petty archmage (Arch Mage) can't help but feel delighted.

In fact, the total attack by the armies of the gods was all that powerful.

When you jerk off a tentacle attack and tackle the spiral nucleus of despair, the continent will. No, we're seeing enough attacks for the world to perish one.

That spiral of despair. A spiral of despair had been pressed that could only be sealed without being able to destroy or otherwise.

No, not quite.

Isn't the sphere missing and the woman in the plastic also damaged by the rundown?

Victory is now.

Daxtum laughs and is convinced of victory.

But it was blocked by a spiral of despair like no other.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

High, unexpectedly beautiful voice.

No, my brain just recognizes me as a voice, and that's just sound.

"What do you mean...?

But the effect was immense.

Valtrude turned away when he couldn't believe the sight in front of him.

Naturally. Incredible, we're all the same.

Effilroth, the maiden of the woods, turns his fine sword to Regra God, stabbing through his thick muscles.

Regra God hasn't lost either. Hit him so hard that he distorts the face of the Elf goddess while grabbing the fine sword with his abs. With that momentum, a fine sword fell out of his abs and a second round began.

Suddenly it began to argue with each other.

The god of good makes the god of evil.

An angel of evil makes an angel of good.

The god of good makes the god of good.

An evil god makes an evil god.

With his vain eyes, he clearly lost his sanity. No, he goes mad, and those who dwell in heaven contend with each other.

Legra, God hit me in the face. Effilroth, God protrudes his teeth and intimidates him. The roar of bleeding out of my mouth from my eyes was compelling, but it doesn't make sense to the God of Power.

On the contrary, he shouted and threatened, grabbing the white, thin neck of the maiden of the forest and snapping it.

Not at all. The woodland maiden Effilroth. God is dead.

Though not doomed, the resurrection will take a considerable amount of time.

Nor do we know what will happen, depending on the way the spiral of despair comes out.

"Oh, my God..."

Yut, too, could only stare at it.

And madness propagates.

Even the gods, who had refrained from the rear guard, finally began to argue with each other. Safe are not a few pillars, such as the Zeras, Truss-Sink, and Riya gods, who have deployed a defensive curtain in an aggressive manner.

Also, even if I said I kept it sane, that's all. Defense and healing are at their best, turning to offense and other dreams again.

Heavenly Ni Raw Killer Ni Madness.

Nucleus protruded - another essence of the dewy spiral of despair by creating it.

Madness.

That's what I fanned to the gods.