Main Character Hides His Strength

A god with very little life left crossed over from another world and created a new world.

He believed in human possibilities more than anyone else, and hoped that in the new world he would create, everyone would be able to live their dreams and live freely according to their own efforts and talents.

There was originally a given name in the world that had no class or discrimination.

Until those who saw God blot out his name.

[You're caught in my trap. Alengos, do you think I watched your debris fall into the stream without any action? This is also just my design.]

Something called order said.

His words were the gospel itself.

The meaning of the word was not important. The holiness, holiness, and wonder that was in his voice gave every mortal the assurance that the great shape that touched the ceiling of that sky was the shape of God.

The disciples fell to their knees first.

The orderly priest, Tygon Bosborough and his priests rushed to the front deck, knelt on their knees, and blessed his string.

Next, ordinary soldiers kneel to order. I couldn't say why, but when I saw the sacred enormity, I knelt on my knees, being overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

Bone marrow pelvis such as Dragoman stood to the end in the image of a god, but other kings were willing to pay their respects to the appearance of a god.

The following were the citizens of Lagranze. The penniless citizens could see something enormous, sacred, appearing on the walls and in the middle of the battlefield, far from their homes above the high ground.

As the dry cloud covered him, only where there was the image of a god was shining, and a group of innocent birds flew eastward, beyond the glorious light.

“God, order has appeared! ”

“To save us, the Order has finally come to this world! ”

The priests of the Horacian Church shout, "My throat is bursting." The crowd that heard that excited voice was crazy.

The barbarians, the worst of the undocumented disasters, were imminent in front of the city, and the god they believed in appeared during the final battle.

This is not a sign of salvation, but what is it?

However, there was only one person, Claris Asaman, who saw the image of God and trembled lightly.

“Oh, no. That one.”

She's not a believer. Rather, he is an atheist who curses God and fate. Therefore, we were able to see the situation more objectively. Maybe a few catastrophes have given her a sense of what it's like.

“That's... not here to save us...! ”

She runs out of the burinake and runs to her mansion.

“Grandpa! Take all the money and jewelry! We have to get out of here now! ”

“No, Clariss. What's the matter with you? How much money did you spend to get into this house? ”

Kurt Assam didn't understand what his granddaughter was doing.

“I don't want to run anymore. ”

Kurt Asam leans back deeply into the couch and relentlessly turns his head.

“Grandpa!”

Despite Clariss' urge, Kurt Assam does not look back. After a while, what came to his mouth was a self-reliant smile.

“If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die in a place like this. When will you ever live in a house like this again? ”

Kurt Asam gives something to Clariss.

A shiny cube made of blue sapphire.

The cube moves from hand to hand.

“This is the ticket to the floating army. ”

“Grandpa... ”

“It was hard to get. ”

Kurt Assam's wrinkled hands wrap Clariss' sleek hands. However, there is only one ticket.

Clariss chews her eyes out.

“Don't you have any grandfather's? ”

“They don't accept old men like me in the Floating Islands. I guess only young and beautiful people can go. ”

Kurt Asam smiled at his granddaughter after saying so.

It was a moment when Clariss' new brother trembled lightly.

Nearly a groan burst out from the outside.

The people on the wall were looking at the orderly side with frightened eyes.

What surprised them was the actions of the barbarians.

Barbarians kneel before order and pay their respects.

It means.

That order is not the only guardian of humanity.

The order that did not answer the call of the humans showed movement in the worship of the barbarians. I returned to the worship of the Barbarians, shaking what should be called a fortress rather than a hand.

The short scene shattered the creature of hope that had set in people's minds.

[One King. Whom do you dare rely on to overcome even the easiest trials? These beasts are willing to abandon their interests and partisans to unite in their destiny. Shame on you.]

God said.

The voice is heard not only in the battlefield, but also beyond the walls of Ragranze.

Orderly looked down.

While all the little barbarians were lying down like ants beneath them, there was a man who knelt alone and struck his head.

You're God's tool. It doesn't seem like an ordinary object. No matter how trivial the Brutalists are, the immortals are immortal. I can't believe I'm gonna kill him without putting in some effort.]

Now, only Sung-cheol Kim was hearing the voice of order.

There is an irresistible force in the voice itself.

Kim Sung-cheol thought the voice was similar somewhere.

"I'm sure. This voice..."

At that moment, the inner voice echoed as if it had waited.

[Behold, the monster who attended that god. He is the true enemy of the world, who betrayed God and privatized this world given to all equally.]

Kim Sung-cheol could tell that it was not the same but the same feeling.

His inner voice was of order and equivalence.

At that moment, I remembered in front of the stairs of God that were only fragments left in Kim Sung-cheol's ritual.

What did I do then? ’

I can't think of anything.

Only the word tool is in my head.

A dry voice rang out in Kim Sung-cheol's brain.

Anything. Tools or anything. If only we could end this profound sense of powerlessness.]

The voice that was not in the memory was his own.

But now I can remember.

The true god who was located beyond the stairs.

The one who worshipped the god standing next to him.

And a tired man on his knees before them.

Kim Sung-cheol's eyes began to shake strongly.

Despair rises like a mist.

“Wh-what am I...? ”

At that moment, it was Bertelgia that Kim Sung-cheol stuck to reality.

“What are you doing! Wake up!”

Bertelkia is desperately shaking, and he tries to keep his mind at ease while stabbing him with a book edge.

“Stay with me! What are you doing in front of the enemy? ”

Even in front of the order in which everyone kneels, Bertelgia does not shrink a bit.

Thanks to Bertelgia's desperate efforts, Kim Sung-cheol was able to return to reality.

“... You've been having delusions for a while. ”

But nothing has changed.

Order was still standing in front of Kim Sung-cheol.

[I have seen your handiwork defeated by the Temple Warrior Sidmia and the Brutalists. A dance worthy of the instrument of God. However, the poor tools of the dead god cannot break my order.]

Order was speaking.

A myriad of swords appeared beneath the shadow of a colossal being that cannot be compared.

A beautiful sword with a clear, shining sword, like a mirror, stayed in the sky for a while, and then it started pouring down like rain towards Kim Sung-cheol.

[I will break the last hope of the hordes who kill you, the instrument of God, and dream of nothing but destruction. That's why I have come, the god of this world.]

Kim Sung-cheol thought.

This is not a battle, but a judgment.

By the man who calls on God.

Kim Sung-cheol silently muttered as he looked at the sword pouring down endlessly.

“Bertelkia.”

A voice as bold as ever.

But Bertelgia could tell. What Kim Sung-cheol is trying to do.

Kim Sung-cheol took the hand of the ascendant who was wrapped in his left hand and wrapped it around Bertelkia. The ascendant's hand was deformed to fit Bertelgia's body and wrapped around her entire body.

“N-no. ”

Bertelkia speaks in a gruesome voice, rebelling violently.

Kim Sung-cheol smiled faintly, holding Bertelkia in both hands.

“Survive. You. ”

“N-no! I said no!”

Kim Sung-cheol unleashed a divine power on his arm and threw Bertelkia toward the human camp.

“No -!!!! ”

The pathetic cries of Bertelgia fade away. And in that void began to pour a myriad of swords of order.

Kim Sung-cheol faced an orderly attack with an arm in one hand and a crumb in the other.

“Well, looks like this is where we're going to die today, huh? ”

Crumbui watches the horrific situation and says.

Kim Sung-cheol grinned and grabbed Krumbui tightly.

“I thought it would be lonely to go alone. ”

“You're a disgruntled master. Well, let's fight it while it lasts. With that goddamned sword! ”

In the rain of judgment, Kim Sung-cheol jumped fiercely.

You push away the falling black countless times and try to harm the sacred body covered in light as it reaches the feet of the gearhead order.

All the living watched as a man breathed and fought fiercely against a creature called God.

No one dared to interfere.

Barbarians and Kim Sung-cheol's alliance.

God's judgment is like that.

However, in the endless rain of swords and the tent of light, Kim Sung-cheol began to wither.

Puck. Puck.

Numerous swords pierced through his body, inflicting large and small wounds, and the cloudy rain that took away his power was sucking as well as his former self.

“Starlight!”

Kim Sung-cheol emitted his light with all his strength, but disappeared after being absorbed into the veil of light on the brighter body of the order.

Hope was fading.

Repent! Pay for your blasphemy against me, the order of things!]

The endless spills of swords change the flow.

As the swords that were falling from top to bottom shifted, they flew from all sides towards Kim Sung-cheol.

Kim Sung-cheol was fiercely confronted with an insurmountable attack, but that was the end.

Puck.

The sword pierces his abdomen.

At that moment, Kim Sung-cheol could hear.

A cruel laugh that resounded from within.

“Knng!”

Red blood spills from his mouth. But it was only the beginning. A dozen swords pierced through Kim Sung-cheol's body. The adra stirs and temporarily swells heavily, but that's just a result of making more room for the sword.

“Shhh…”

My eyes began to turn black.

Death was coming.

[It's over. The instrument of God.]

In a blurred ritual, Kim Sung-cheol saw a faint figure with a sword in the light.

Is that what order is all about? ’

I could have done something if I had known.

That was the last thought Kim Sung-cheol had.

Until the end, he was a warrior who thought only of battle.

It was time for order to strike the final blow.

A faint new statue of order flinches.

He holds his sword and stops.

[Oh, my God.]

It was only through order that I found out.

Black energy is coming out of Kim Sung-cheol's body covered in blood and shade of death.

The black light, which devours and destroys everything, was swallowing even the holy light that was coming from the body of the order.

A huge new statue of order trembled.

[This is the power of the dead god? Was this the identity of God's tool?!]

Black Energy is still wobbling around Kim Sung-cheol's wounds.

A faint figure of order urgently shook his hand.

Somewhat embarrassing.

Then, the dozens of swords that pierced Kim Sung-cheol were drawn together. Kim Sung-cheol squirmed and spilled a large amount of blood from the place where the sword was drawn.

The light of healing wrapped around Kim Sung-cheol.

Kim Sung-cheol's wound, which had reached death, was healing incredibly quickly and completely.

The black energy that flowed from Kim Sung-cheol's body was sealed up and disappeared.

Then, the order said in a relieved voice.

[The chaos of Kunki! You evil snake. How dare you let me, the god of the world, open that box of destruction! If I'd moved a little more rashly, I would have pushed this world into ruin with my own hands.]

Meanwhile, the beating of the heart instead of the altar was slowing down. The boundary between the blurred reality and the transcendent world was returning.

He stared at Kim Sung-cheol who had fallen and said in a loud voice.

[My shareholders. Capture this dangerous tool! You shall not inflict any harm! Hold it right there. I will order you again after I have figured out how to deal with this tool.]

The order turns around and walks into the air.

The sacred light from the battlefield disappears and the great god disappears like a lie.

On the battlefield where God disappeared, there remained those who were forsaken and chosen by the gods they believed in.