The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

'Madam Lamarr has already been left out. Hester Ward can't even see a nose out.'

People stepped on the fallen man's body casually, stamping their knees and stamping their feet.

Something was wrong.

Clayo managed to catch up with the movements of the people around him and kept an eye on Gillard Eclipsy in a shaky view.

From the podium, a purple ether of brain warfare stretched out around the roaring Gillard, and the scene looked frightening and sacred.

"…the bird of fire dries the river and the city melts in the heat of punishment!"

Clayo's "Promise" also heated up as Gillard, looking into the air, began to recite another prophecy, a declaration from another world.

Disturb the output format of [-'Speech'.]

'Okay, okay. Gillard can read things like me and Melchior.’

"I have seen spires rising into the sky turn into ashes in the middle of a round clouds. One of the districts of the fire was destroyed, and the people were reduced to ashes and melted away. It's the end that's coming to us too."

Gillard's voice grew louder and louder. Now he seemed to scream right next to the male emperor.

Pajit!

At the same time, there was a prickly static in Clayo's ear.

'…this is!'

In a world where the theory of relativity was not created, there was a more serious problem than shouting for the consequences of dropping a nuclear warhead.

His words were in people's minds as if they were the charm of Melchior!

'He's got an ether in his voice, too!'

The separation worked reflexively.

The magic of Gillard, who had become more powerful in the past few days, was threatening even Clayo, an ether sensitive.

Clayo shouted at the cello. It was not the time to be caught and covered.

Cover your ears with ether! Quick!

Although his voice was so deafened by people's cries, Chell quickly caught Clayo's warning.

Boo-woong-

The prophet on the stage made a splash when Chell took out the sword he had tied to his ankle and used [hardening].

"There are those who refer to the unbelievers and the lions of God. I will show all of you my true will!”

His fingertips stretched toward Clay and Cell. The blue-purple lightning that rose under the hemisphere of the ceiling tied their whole bodies together.

It was the shell of the forebrain.

The first electrode was blocked by the golden light from the T-flume gantlet that the cell was wearing.

Faced with the combined magic of [defence] [scratching] the purple ether wriggled like a cut-off snake and escaped Gillard's control.

Burn it!

Having beaten Gillard with Madogu's power, Chel took off the ether without hesitation and leaped toward the podium.

But Clay couldn't hold out to her sugar level and was stuck on the floor. With his limbs held, he hit the temporal head with solid stone, and his head seemed to be in a mess.

Despite the confusion, Clay felt relieved at one point.

I'm glad I didn't bring the twins this time.’

As the number of people available in the invitation decreased, the twins waited for a signal in Ezra's lab.

Otherwise, the children would have been in trouble.

Gillard's magic even destroyed the fortifications of Chell and Madogu, covering her eyes and ears.

Chell was holding the sword and staring into the air with nothing on his left.

Clayo was soon swept away by the illusion, too.

Ppi-i-i-

The silent landscape belongs to the past world familiar to Clayo. An image I've seen a hundred times in a movie about Apocalypse.

A street where panic-stricken people flock to the basement. A trajectory that separates the sky. White mushroom cloud with the sun. Fire, heat, fallout. Ripped bridge and subway. a white, red-colored skyscraper a broken and ash

It was so vivid that even Clayo, who was accustomed to the spectacles made, was about to lose his mind for a moment.

Whiz!

"Gasp!"

Before he knew it, Clay was seized by people and pushed up the platform.

Gillard grabbed Clayo by the collar and lifted him with one hand.

"Did you see that? One of the poor, miraculous, faithless. I'll give you a fire to eat your mistrust."

The back of his head shone with a halo, and even though his whole body was surrounded by ether, Gillard smelled of ominous blood.

It was a sign of overloading.

Clayo opened his eyes properly.

"Gilla…de."

Beyond the mask, sky blue eyes, just like hair color, stared at Clayo.

It was the madness of those who began to believe themselves as real prophets, who were satisfied with their achievements.

Crack.

Gillard grabbed Clayo's collar with more force. Only the groans were heard from the neck bent to the sinner.

It was an efficient blocking of magic.

"You recognize me, too."

Clay felt nauseated by the voice's self-satisfaction.

Can we prevent self-consciousness and create a healthy society?? Uh-huh.'

Gillard now crossed both hands on Clayo's neck. On top of it, a flamboyant ether soared like a fire.

"Look, my summons succeeded. This magic and you are the evidence. Hahaha."

Gillard's two thumbs beat Clayo's vocal chords. Clayo raked in nonsense, scratching the hand of the man who stole his voice.

He pushed down the 'editor's authority' that was meant to be reflexively.

There was an answer that I haven't heard yet.

How did you open the channel between the worlds?’

Gillard managed to understand Clayo's question with just the movement of his lips.

"In the magic shown. So I'm a real prophet. And today, together with God's grace and God's blessing, I will be truly God's chosen."

The idea flashed through Clayo's brain at a tremendous rate.

If the goddess had been able to give herself a school of law, it would have been possible for Gillard, too.

"But the goddess gave us a subpoena, not a scar. The way he talks, he's like a cult leader. Come on.

If the only purpose was to bring Clayo himself to this world, Gillard's use was one-off.

Not all men in this world are equal. The hierarchy and role of the characters in the narrative were clear, and the goddess was the author of the book.

"Gilard, who once tasted the height of grace... You want to have the Holy Traces, the evidence of the chosen one.’

Gillard's egregious self-consciousness of God's inequitable severity may not have been understandableness.

By the time I reached the conclusion, my breathing force was stronger.

The oxygen circulating in the body became thin, and my heart beat as if it were pounding inside my head. The wizard whose voice was blocked was helpless.

"So I will be great tonight. It will also cover who is the greatest wizard and prophet of this generation. You are not a messenger of God who will be the Rock of the Savior. It's just the ambition of the world I've called! He's a nameless man!"

Gillard blames the dying in my hands.

I am sure that 'Claio' is just a name I got as a representative of God.

"Ah."

a nameless person

His name was □□□.

But the name cannot be called, so he is an unnamed person.

As I kept strangling, I felt a daze mixed with dexterity instead of pain or tension.

Among them, consciousness is advantageous to the body.

Thoughts and movements are not controlled at all, they think they should use the "editor's authority" but are immersed in special thoughts.

There is some realization.

The previous world and this world were not completely disconnected spaces in time and space.

From there, Minsan came, and he came too, using the fake prophet as a tool.

Yes, Gillard is right. That is proof that the two worlds are connected, and his subpoena was a success.

So is it possible to go back there?

Is it a one-way or two-way movement?

Why did the goddess even create a place for herself at the risk of such external effects?

Pah-ah-ah!

Ether, who exploded from Gillard, completely took away the reason of the people in the frenzy.

Those who were twirling hand in hand fell down tired of the enthusiasm. Now there was no one standing properly.

In the devastated garden, the screams of the people died down, and only Ether of Gillard flourished.

All the young and old faces revealed under the peeled mask were stained with a smile of reincarnation.

"The heavy body is on the earth, but our souls are forever saved in the city of God. Will it be one in this glory?"

Jin-eon wore the form of a question, but no one could answer it.

Now the hemisphere was full of bursting blue-purple ethers.

Clayo couldn't even see the mask of Gillard, who was strangling him.

My eyes are loosened and my trembling eyelids are closing down. Soon, the head that has lost power will be turned sideways.

The last thing that was reflected in the blurred vision was an ether strand crawling on the floor like a snake encroaching on the fallen.

To flinch.

The convulsed clay unconsciously stretched out its arms.

Fascinating. Fascinating.

In the meantime, the snakes of Ether dug into people's arms and legs. as if to soak up life

"You are one step ahead of the heavens towards our common happiness. It's the suit of the chosen."

An old man lying closest to the platform laughed, vomited, convulsed, and then stopped moving.

The old man's body shrank as if moisture was flying away in an instant, causing skin to contract and bone to twist, and soon became purple ash.

Sseut-sseu-sseu-eh-eh-eh.

As soon as a trace of life disappeared, Gillard's circle widened its radius. A full ether awakened anew the dying magic light.

It was a magic that grew up by using humans as a living sacrifice.

Almost unconscious, Clayo stretched out his arm desperately.

Editor access!’

[-Unique skill: Use 'Editor access' (2/3)]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:04:59 / 00:05:00]

At one stroke, the movement of the ether was fixed.

The sleeves of the robe, which were placed in the wind, droop down, and the convulsions of the victims scattered on the floor stop.

The moment even the shadows stopped sighing.

The purple circle stopped expanding, but Gillard did not stop.

Two-took.

In the midst of rough movements, the strap of the mask removed the white plaster frame that covered the face of the Ssakah Gillard.

Inside it was a face covered with wrinkles and black mushrooms, which could not be trusted for a young man about twenty years old.

He was no longer looking at Clay. Instead, he kept an eye on the manuscript that appeared from the air.

The young man who looked like an old man threw Clayo at random.

with a thump

"Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Coughing late, Clayo crouched.

Gillard saw a palimpsest and a gitpen that rose in the air and held it and reached out greedily.

However, the edgy manuscript and penchant were never held in his hands.

"Ha, this is God's choice! You little thing!"

Gillard's eyes were colored with avarice and looked as if they were a beast.

He reached back out his empty hand, which was swinging in the air, and tied Clayo, who was trying to grab the pen.

It was a force that would break the neck bone.

The celadon-colored ether stretched out and began to cover Clayo's whole body.

Self-satisfaction-

Clayo's consciousness snapped.

The hand that missed the pen revealed by Sung-heun lost power in the air.

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:03 / 00:05:00]

'Editor Authority' was blocked in vain.

Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

When the light, which was announcing the time limit for the scarring, suddenly went out, Gillard burst the mine.

"Ah-ha-ha, I have won against the lion of God, and this is the power of true prophecy."

Gilead, who stopped laughing, began to memorize the magnificent truth. Clayo also knew the phrase in his ear, which was blurred by this name.

"[You know in part and predict in part; what you do in part will be detestable when the whole thing comes."

1) "Revised Korean Bible" "Gorin Dojeon" 13:910.