1.
- The cattle harvesting the ruins are Mutia.
"The blonde priest boy once told me,
The Inquisitor strokes his chin.
-The main areas of control are Destruction and Re-Creation.
- Simple but powerful.
At this time, the Inquisitor was wearing a shabby dress.
It was the time to play Baron of Gold.
Therefore, Inquisitors not only stroked their chins, but also spread their debts, and this description probably didn't matter.
- Sanctuary, in short, reinterpretes the world and brainwashes people. The Great Library we were at before is the same! The Librarian interprets the world as a collection of stories, where we are forced to be the characters of stories.
- Those who have their own rules.
- Defeating them with the laws we can use.
The Inquisitor smiles widely.
-I define this as the Temple and the Temple!
2.
Kuoooooo!
A lightning storm swept through the area. It strikes. The rocks crumble, and the pebbles wind up in the sand. A single blow burns the surrounding area.
“You're just as nasty as a mule. ”
The earth splits into tiles. The perimeter of the grid twitches and twitches. Kuaang! Kuang! Whenever [Cow of the Waste Harvest] wields a hammer, the terrain is rough enough to keep its original shape.
“Avoid it forever. Four kings.”
Blah, blah.
“You're not the first one to try to run away from me. I once exchanged workshops until the moon went up and tilted 31 times. If you have a question about his whereabouts, it is wise to ask him yourself. ”
The ground is turned upside down.
“One by one, the moment your skull is crushed, you will face your master. ”
The terrain shifted, and there was a commotion. Blast! The ground has been torn apart. The deposits that must have accumulated there for a long time have been peeled off.
Mutia wasn't just bragging about her strength.
“Peep!"
The ground collapses when the fox warns aloud.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The entire floor of this area has been turned off, focusing on where Mutia and I fought. I tried to avoid it, Kuang! Mutia swings a hammer at you. I had to choose whether to avoid the collapsing ground or the hammer that flew over my head.
It was not a difficult choice.
Urrgh...! Kuang! Bang, rolling...!
As a result, I took the risk of the ground collapsing. The altitude at which the two of us fought was getting lower and lower, and each time the constellation hit the ground with a hammer, the rate of collapse became faster and faster.
“Indeed.”
Our battlefield turned into a Colosseum.
Unlike the Colosseum built in Rome, was he not considerate of the audience at all?
All you need to see is the steep sedimentary rock holding up.
“You didn't just swing a hammer at me... Were you changing the terrain to make it more difficult to escape? ”
The Colosseum was an artificial inferno in this world. An artificial hell to watch and enjoy the bloodshed and genocide that unfolds there.
A arena without an audience is just a living hell.
“Yes, you should be young. ”
After a few minutes, the man who built one hell hole grabbed the hammer and grabbed it.
“If you live as long as I do, you'll get tired of doing just one thing at a time. Achieving at least two goals at the same time is not a virtue, but a habit for us. ”
“A minimum of two means that it could actually be three or four. ”
“What a quick headache. ”
A cow harvesting ruins.
Mutia looks up at the sky with her golden eyes, bleeding golden hair.
[‘The Cow of the Waste Harvest’ gives quests to the believers.]
[You have been nominated for a quest!]
[Quest will be published.]
I also raised my head along the constellation.
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[Eliminate the Enemy]
Difficulty: SS
Mission Objective: You killed my followers. I killed the Apostle. I cut off his voice and cut the cord. Now is there a reason I shouldn't wring your neck?
Die.
Compensate with death.
I've heard that there are many constellations that have caught your eye. There will also be constellations that steal and read this notice without hindrance and method. I tell them. If you're not ready to fight Mutia forever, don't get involved in this revenge.
Simple and clear, I hope you die.
However, you will not be able to participate in this quest.
You are [Target] for the quest.
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The moment the letters were engraved in the air.
“Hit it.”
The black shadows shine behind the letters. There are as many humans as there are letters -- maybe more humans -- on the other side of the Colosseum. Above the high sedimentary rock, he leapt towards me in unison.
[The Apostle of the 'Cow of the Waste Harvest’ is a phenomenon.]
That one, that one.
[The Apostle of the 'Cow of the Waste Harvest’ is a phenomenon.]
It's all like a golden harp.
[The Apostle of the 'Cow of the Waste Harvest’ is a phenomenon.]
It was the apostles.
“Is this your third prey? ”
“Yes. The children seeking revenge for their brother. ”
“That's okay. I bought it because it's the golden hyacinth, the real hyacinth. ”
“Didn't I tell you? At this age, you'll be earning a living. Nothing to be amazed about. ”
I squeezed the knife sack.
About 200.
The apostles of Mutia, the cattle harvesting ruins, were all wielding giant hammers. Hair is also a perfect fit. They were all alike, each of their feet, long hair and length, but from clear platinum to golden gold, they all flew their golden heads.
“We scattered goldfish in the galaxy. ”
I was amazed at the landscape above my head. The golden meteor shower was pouring out. The word "temple" that the Inquisitor once told me suddenly hit my mind.
"Ho."
Others' voices were also heard in their brains.
“That's relaxing. ”
It was Mutia's voice.
“To recite a poem before death. If two hundred apostles follow me, Mahjong's work is sharper than the sickness. Do you have as many tricks as I do to spare you? ”
“I don't know.”
The 200 apostles who jumped from above are now right in front of us.
I've raised my strength.
“One blade already counts two, three, four, five directions. Do I really need to make up tricks? ”
Brawl.
“Cocky bastard! ”
Yuck! Yuck!
The first to strike the hammer, the warrior who provoked me was the last man standing. She's also a strong expresser. The user came. He was dressed in a traditional robe with a Plum on, his head neatly neat, but his elegance and modesty did not mask the warrior's anger.
“How dare you make fun of Mutia! ”
“You don't have to make fun of your tongue, you can only use your vocabulary. Will it?”
“I'll smash your head in! ”
"I can't do that. ”
Whoo-hoo!
Another apostle swung at my side and swung the hammer. It was a joint. Blame it! I stepped on the ground and rotated like a crescent. He kicks the single-headed warrior in the fingers.
“Tsk!”
“Damn it!”
The hammer almost grazed my back. The lone warrior was pushed back by my kick. Each of the two apostles kicked his tongue and spit.
The first joint is back on the dance floor.
“Sparkle.”
[The sparkle says yes, sir,]
The first two were probably the best at martial arts.
I estimated the average strength of the apostles.
“It's been a long time since I've been able to tell you the truth. ”
[The Goddess of Protection expresses the power of the five swords.]]
Glug.
With the exception of the sword I hold in my hand, your sack's sword comes to mind in the shadows. Young sword. With a sleepy shadow like a sticky blueberry jam, the knives begin to surround me.
[The Salvation Sword is commanded by the Four Kings.]
[The Sacrificial Sword is ordered by the Four Kings.]
[The Origin Sword is commanded by the Four Kings.]
[The Sword of Compassion commands you.]
There you go.
It is the sword that made Kim Yul, an ordinary student, the ancestor of the Aikim Empire. Hang in there. Hang in there.
Immediately, I swung the five swords simultaneously without delay.
“Look out!"
The Apostle in unison shouted.
“His blessing doesn't work! We feel pain when we cut! Be careful not to--."
“Aye. If it were as easy as it sounds, you wouldn't have lost. ”
The scream echoes.
“Isn't that right? ”
In the air, the five blades were chaotically unfolded. “Oops”, “Oops!”, "Aaaah! Arrggg!”, the apostles rushed towards me. The apostles who still jumped from above. The apostles who tried to push me from the front. Each of them screamed, grabbing his neck or holding his heart.
“Huff, huff...! ”
The short-haired apostle stared at me with fierce eyes. Even a warrior like that held his vocal cords.
[Painless Pain].
The second power of the Sword, the Sword of Compassion, stabbed the Apostle in the neck.
“Coop! Ugh..."
He's probably in some kind of throat-penetrating pain right now. It's great just to look up at me without losing your mind.
Kuang. Kuang.
I was surrounded by an apostle who was stunned by my sword and suffocated by excessive pain. The hammer, which they missed, falls to the ground in a heavy voice.
“The second stupidity in the world joins me, and if there's anything more stupid than that, joins me with a hammer-like weapon. How many moves would it take to attack them all at once with a generous hammer? Three will do. ”
“I'll kill you...!" ”
“Fear.”
I cut off the apostle's head with a sword of compassion. An invisible wound, no, pain, penetrated the middle of the apostle's neck.
The apostle falls as if his thread had been broken.
“I won't inflict more pain on anyone who doesn't come any further. It's considerate of you not to pierce your eyeballs or crush your mangroves. But I don't know how long my caring will last. ”
"......."
The apostles hesitated and turned to their gods.
Mutia looks at me with a sledgehammer, expressionless.
“Enough to save the tower. ”
“The golden thread is still alive. ”
I tried to negotiate.
“It's true that I killed Sylvia. But now Sylvia is in my family, working as Grand Chamberlain of the Four Kings. Maybe your life is happier now than it was in your hands. At least it'll be more comfortable. The wrong number is to order revenge on me..."
“Yes, there's a constellation that thinks so. ”
Mutia nods.
“Have you ever thought about being a god? ”
I blinked.
“Yes?”
“You humans always make wishes. Making you rich, making you healthy. I grant my wishes in exchange for your faith. ”
Zec.
The apostles step back one by one while Mutia speaks. Then he surrounded me and reorganized the progress.
‘God gives us time and the congregation is in full swing. ’
I saw a trick, but I didn't stop it.
This is also part of the negotiation.
Mutia, the constellation, one god, is willing to speak to me in return for my acceptance of it.
“But what if I make your wishes come true?" ”
“What if it twists?”
“Fulfills my wishes. However, for those who want to get rich, [satisfaction of feeling rich by not making more money here]. ”
"......."
“For those who want health, their body is satisfied enough. To be happy, to be satisfied with who you are, to give you a different nature. I ask you, Aya, the attending king. ”
The golden constellation said.
“Did you fulfill your wish? ”
"......."
“There are constellations that I consider to be true. A lot, but I'm different. How can we pray to God if we are satisfied now and need only the teachings of Salah? I value only the child with a moment of emptiness in his wish. ”
Indeed.
“I freed Sylvia from vengeance and vengeance. ”
“It is not an empty wish for you, nor an empty wish for me. ”
“I led another life to Sylvia, who devoted her life only to killing one person. ”
“It's not the life he wanted. ”
“Sylvia will want her life now, too. ”
“You brainwashed it. ”
“Sylvia, your doctor doesn't matter? ”
“It's more important for me to have a moment of hope. ”
“I saved Sylvia's life. ”
“To me it is the death of the child. ”
“How can it be death that people change? ”
“You do. But that's the logic of your tax dollars, not an excuse for God's approval. ”
Mutia raises the hammer.
Just in time, it was the same time that the apostles had finished the line.
“One exception calls for ten exceptions, ten exceptions call for a hundred habits, and one life is placed in a hundred hard habits. There are no exceptions to God's life. ”
"......."
“She asked me to grant her wish, and I accepted. That is all. I will take back the soul of the child you have taken. I ask you, is there room for negotiation here? ”
Is that so?
“No. We have to fight. ”
At that moment.
“Peep.”
The fox responded to my will.
[You are a follower of the ‘only Orgol for you’.]
[‘Orgol just for you’ gives you a quest.]
Evidence that I am now standing under the constellation of the Fox, which was nowhere to be found.
It is not a public quest from the tower, nor is the constellation in charge of the stage placing the quest, but only my constellation has embroidered letters for me.
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[God of gold]
constellation: Orgol just for you
Difficulty: S
Mission Objective: Defeat the 62nd Floor Ruler [Cow of the Ruins] Mutia. Mutia seeks to become a member of your family.
However, if Silvia Abinyl is transferred to Mutia or if your identity is transferred, you will lose.
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The goal was simple. It was also clear.
That's why I waved my sword without hesitation.
Mutia also slammed the hammer without hesitation.
Kuoooooo!
The faith of a constellation and my faith collided.