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a band of demons stretched endlessly in rows and rows

Their high-toned breathing, and the sharp energy they felt from the soldier they were holding, were making the atmosphere intense.

And the one who exudes as great a sense of hypocrisy as the sum of all of them, King Heimuro.

All demons roared wildly at his appearance as he had the most powerful power of all time at the Helkium level.

"Wowhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"King Heimuro!"

"Haimuro! Haimuro!"

When their voices, filled with spirits, seemed to pierce the sky, Harang, the king's right-hand man, was able to release a little of his hardened face.

The Helkium-level god, who showed a different behavior than his own, made the corner of his chest feel uncomfortable, but seeing the majesty of Ma in front of his eyes, he was able to wash away some of those thoughts.

Harang deliberately took some time to stop their shouting.

After enjoying the cheers of the marjols for such a short time, he raised his hand to completely calm the dying sound before entering the speech.

a fine way of speaking that fills one's confidence and vanishes one's anxiety.

Hearing the smooth flow of a moderately long speech, not too long, not too short, Vulcan opened his mouth slightly and looked surprised.

He sometimes recalled Honus, who was on the platform whenever he had something to tell the whole of God.

I was amazed to see Harang's speech, which was so neat and purposeful that it was incomparable to his long-distance marathon-like speech.

'Yes......that's the speech.'

The Bulkan nods as if he were a real member of the Ma Dynasty.

There was a sense of alertness to the expressions of the high-ranking demons around him.

'I hear you're only a month old, and that's a lot of loyalty.’

'I can't lose either. It will be me who makes the greatest contribution in the world of humanity.’

Of course the Vulcan didn't even care about them.

Just distracted by the shockingly different quality of Harang's speech for a while, he has been thinking only one thing ever since the Mahwang army was called up.

The Devil's Assassination!

To be more specific, the Devil's High Mooro and the Grand Duke'

It was the only thing filling Vulcan's head, so there was no room to distract the demons other than Harang and Haimuro.

He clapped his hands at Harang's speech and thought to himself,

'That's a relief. We started the invasion in less time than I thought...….’

For the sake of this plan, it was a blanks that could wait even a year or 10 years, but it still took a lot of time to empty the bottom for that long.

In the meantime, humans might have some kind of accident, and if they were caught by other gods after spending too long time away from summer, they could be severely scolded.

Of course, a month's absence from the handover could have been quite a long time, but I decided not to think about it now.

He drew in his head how to finish the upcoming massacre more smoothly and perfectly.

I'd rather be at the vanguard.….’

As he did not know how much damage the Mawangunites would cause in the meantime, Vulcan was the first to enter the human race.

But it was also a little bit of a drag.

The moment he arrived at the handover, he thought that God's influence might spread throughout the handover.

I don't know how they know how to stay in the hands, but if they stop the invasion the moment they enter...….

'Not that one. Of course, I don't think using camouflage skills will make you aware, but...….’

It's not certain.

After all, the best way was for Himuro, Harang, and himself to enter the handover at the same time.

Of course, a newcomer with no say, he could not have adjusted the order at will, but he didn't have to.

'Let's just jump in together when the demon enters the portal. He's in a hurry, so he'll be at the vanguard again...... No, it has to be!’

Vulcan looked at the devil's back with a burning look.

Heimuro, who is dressed in combat attire and is injecting magi into the portal leading to Inherit without any ostentatiousness.

A rapidly swirling black torrent of vortex rose high into the sky, creating dark clouds around him.

A massive power clot that bursts before long!

It hit hard around where the devil and the portal were located.

Quarreung! Quaqam!

Even the Vulcan, the god of the world, is so overwhelming that its hair stands still.

A cold sweat trickled down the back of the Vulcan looking at it, but the rising tension quickly settled down.

As soon as he entered the handover, his position of power would be reversed.

There is just one thing that matters most in this situation.

Will the devil be at the vanguard, or will he let the marjols go first and then enter leisurely!

That was the problem.

But the problem was solved quite easily.

The blanks before becoming gods belonged to a pretty unlucky axis.

However, as bad luck has been for now, the Vulcan since becoming God has been quite lucky.

Haimuro, who had already completed the portal leading to Ingye, spoke to the Mawanggun in a voice that sounded like a beast.

That was what Vulcan had hoped for so much.

"This operation is about time! I'll take the lead! As soon as everyone enters the human race, destroy everything according to the original plan, and color the world with the devil! Until God arrives!"

"Yes!"

The king, who nodded at the roaring answers that poured out of the mountain with an air of crushing spirit, looked at Harang and said,

"Harang, I'll give you command after this!"

"Old!"

The devil who throws himself at the portal with his voice of loyalty behind him.

His strong presence caused the portal to vibrate for a while, but he endured the entrance of the devil as if to prove that he had worked hard to make it.

Ha-rang, who looked at it with a happy expression, looked back at Ma Wang-gun and tried to begin his command.

But there was something that embarrassed him.

One balok, ignoring his command, entering the portal at the same speed as light.

Unlike these days, he was filled with a desire for battle, so Harang had been paying attention to him.

He is likely to grow into one of the pillars of the Ma Dynasty.

'You must have lost control of your own boiling energy.’

Is it because of a good perception once?

Even though he didn't obey orders, he understood some of them, but that's why he can't help but accuse him.

After the invasion of the human race was perfectly successful, he began to command the Ma Wang-gun with the idea of disposing of the prize and punishment accurately.

"From the First Corps, advance!"

"Yes! 1st Corps, advance!"

Marjols moving fast under the command of the Duke of Humbka, who heads the First Corps.

Laughing was spreading around Harang's mouth when he saw it.

"This time......you can achieve the great work you've been looking for! It's not just one hand-in-law, but you can see Heimuro, who ascends to the throne of the king of marijuana through all the worlds at the Helkium level!’

Ha-rang shakes her body as if she became king of marijuana.

It happened because he was so moved that he couldn't control his body.

But the Ingye, Hopoi continent, located far away from the world of horseback.

There was something quite different going on with Harang's idea.

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"Be careful. I can feel a great rush of instruments...….”

“…….”

The pope, who is equivalent to the Vulcan religion of the Hoffoi continent, muttered in a somber voice.

But no one answered.

Even the archbishop, the first saint of the Holy Empire, even Sutkina II, who holds the papacy of the Protestant Church.

Everyone had a grim complexion and remained tight-lipped.

They weren't the only ones.

Twenty thousand elite troops of the Protestant and old churches dispatched in a hurry, feeling the great evil, the bitter energy they can't bear.

They were usually so disciplined that they were not afraid of martyrdom due to their religious beliefs, but now they could not have been properly brought to their senses.

The mace and shield they are holding on to as if they were the same line of salvation.

It looked more like a lamb seeking redemption than a soldier.

But I had no choice but to.

an exorbitant horse beyond their grasp

Faced with it, tens of thousands of people who are mere human beings of the lower world.

In this overwhelmingly desperate situation where weight class is not right, there could not have been anyone who could maintain calm.

Even the Pope of the Church, Yekarina von Paul III, who immediately uttered a warning, had to struggle to calm his pounding heart.….

He repeated the name of the Vulcan, the god who cared for them, and drew the sign.

At some point, it was a cold god who had not answered their call, but the Pope still believed him.

No, I had no choice but to believe.

A disaster that cannot be prevented by the strength of his and his soldiers, who are only human beings.

The only thing that could stand up to it was the power of God.

However, did he turn a blind eye to his desperate cry?

The darkened sky, even in broad daylight.

And a tremendous amount of dark clouds that swarm ominously.

The lightning of a tremendous power that fell from there struck strongly around the place where they had gathered, and created a great soot.

Quagua oligo!

"Laughing."

"Ugh, Vulcan! Save us!"

The name of a god pouring from all over the place.

But it was not their god, but the devil of the devil who responded to it.

A huge portal made by the twenty-two-year-old black smoke over a burnt-out land.

The only demon that showed up there, boasting enormous pressure.

Haimuro, the monoclonal demon who looks at the summer people with a contemptuous look, with the black horse twisting like a cape!

He turned his head and looked at one of the most unpleasant human beings here.

The Pope of the Old Church, Yekarina von Paul III, who dared not think to make eye contact with the king, knelt down calling out the name of the Vulcan.

Heimuro, who looked at it pitifully.

He opened his mouth.

"You little bastards......you've been sitting there for 200 years despite your strength.”

A hymuro that looks ice-cold on the outside, but is holding back its lava-like anger inside.

He raised his dark-chested hand and aimed at 20,000 jihadists, as if he was wasting any more interest in them.

A situation in which most people are about to drop their weapons, vomit, shed blood tears, and let go of their minds in his swirling, growing bigger and bigger maggie.

Then, another demon popped out of the black portal.

The pope, who had hoped for a word of help, closed his eyes.

I've heard it from that old prophet.

A pair of giant wings, two horns, and an upper body surrounded by iridescent muscles.

That was the devil with the terrible power called Balok, which could never be defeated by human power.

A great being known that only the Vulcan god can kneel him down, and destroy him!

Now that even such a mighty being had joined that monologue of demons, there was no more hope.

He gave up everything and let go of the Holy Spirit, which symbolizes the authority of the Pope.

"In the end, did God abandon us?"... like this... ...is this how the world ends!"

A pope who has aged as quickly as an intensive caregiver who has exhausted all his strength and has completely burned the last flame.

In his head, a voice rang out.

You lack faith!

A clear voice that instantly awakens one's mind, as if a loud bell were ringing.

The pope, who opened his eyes after hearing it, turned his eyes to the monologue devil, who unconsciously sprayed the fearsome magic.

Then, he witnessed.

A sacred sword from the hand of Balok, a high-ranking demon he feared so much.

And the brilliant golden energy that surrounds the sword.

It fell to the top of Himuro, the Great Devil, which seemed to be all over the world.

With a look of astonishment, his face is slithering down like an ice statue with his face cut diagonally.

With his eyes, his aged eyes could be intelligently identified.

"Great... ...great Vulcan!"