The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

"Sage Grecas! Detect dark magic waves! This is... what is it!?

The tactical information display (tactics) stained yellow and sounded the alarm.

In response to the mysterious magic captured in the Sovereign Crossing (Circle), Fairy Metius hurriedly cling to my collar.

Dark clouds gather over the church and temperatures drop rapidly.

The effect of the payment junction also disappeared now, and the villagers around the square began to make noise about a different atmosphere.

"The sky...!

"What the hell is going on!?

The villagers are starting to gather so as to wind the square far away.

"Disturbing. Greg!... There's something horrible in the church!

A manuferno shouted as he passed through the twelve divine monks (Oracleius) who had fallen.

"-! Guys, get away from the church!

At the same time I scream out loud, out the back of a destroyed church door, goofy! and black and cold signs began to erupt. I felt the drooling darkness crawl out, as if it were a sticky liquid.

Even so, it is not visible to the naked eye, but it captures it as a "ripple" that one with magic can feel, but it is an evil sign that the hair of his body is consistent, like a disastrous red and black liquid.

A gusty breeze rolls in and dust strikes the square in front of the church.

If you notice, the sun disappeared beyond the forest in the west, and the dark clouds in the sky were getting darker and darker. The creepy light of red and orange creates a contrast between light and darkness in the square.

"Io, come on!

"Ah......, yeah!

Iola, who was taken aback, finally ran out after Riola grabbed her roots.

The two of them come beside me and anxiously look at the entrance to the church. Iola pulled out her sword to inspire herself and set up her sword as if it were going to be a shield for me and Riola.

In the square in front of the church, the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracles) had fallen, but one, and another, found themselves standing up and wandering around with confused faces.

Rising white monks breathe in different signs.

"... hey, what... this sign"

"I... what the hell am I doing here..."

"Why are you here?

"Oh, Master Kattura..., where are you going!?

Those who really believed and cooperated in Katura's ideal society wholeheartedly, or those who had been alluded to by the Grand Priest Katura, the circumstances may vary, but now there is no hippo prying into it.

I woke up. Some woke up rocking their fellow who was magically faint.

"These are the Twelve Monks! Feel this wretched dark wave!... If you guys knew who God (...) and who he was, and you were working with him, name him now!

When I cried out, the young and female monks of the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracle) and the giant man looked at each other with a bewildered look.

"To the world... peace and tranquillity, and God who saves lost people... that's what we've believed... wrong things, etc..."

"This dark wave, it's no different than the former demon king (...)? I don't know. Not you guys. What do you think?

I asked in a strong tone.

The identity of the god (...) and the doer, who inflicted the pain and sorrow of the wretched people (...) who brought them up in secret by the magic of their hands, is clearly evil.

"Ga, old Gallier, your lord is a pattern between Master Kattura and the Old Knowledge, right? What the hell is this all about!?

A half-beast monk stuffed it.

"Wow, I don't know what I'm talking about... really!

The monk, thought to be the oldest, suddenly escaped. Obviously he seems to know something, but he doesn't seem to have time to chase it.

First we have to find out who what lurks behind the church is.

The tactical information display (tactics) attempts to pinpoint the detected dark magic fluctuations against search magic (google) and past combat data, but nothing is applicable.

The only thing close to a pattern of fluctuations is the magical fluctuations used by the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracles). That meant that the identity of someone lurking was "God" itself, subject to a magical covenant.

- No, no way. It's not like there's a god-level opponent out here... is there?

I looked up to heaven with a bad hunch.

Metius and I, as well as Iola and Riola, left the church entrance on a small run and joined Lentomia, who was waiting about fifteen mertes away.

"Greg, you mean this is where you're from?

"Probably. This is not a sign. Is this... the real (...) or... something else?"

"Before you come out, why don't you slap this in?

Lentomia raised her shaped jaw and pointed her emerald eyes into the sky.

A giant fireball remains inspired over 20 Merte.

By the way, two minutes past the magic maintenance limit, but instead of fighting multiple enemies, it seemed to be converting the technique into flame magic that could be placed on a stand-alone (...) enemy.

It is actually quite difficult to change the magical properties inspired along the way. But this half-elf boy wizard squeezes and overcomes his own challenge of the effective use of magic.

I put my hand on Lentomia's head, and I stroked her, and then I smiled and showed her.

"Well, there could be someone in the church being captured. Not until we know that."

"- Yeah."

"Awakening. I noticed!? Hey, is there someone in the church?

Manuferno was intervening with Lancult Haas, a boy monk, one of the twelve shrine monks (Oracleius), who had trouble breathing and had fallen and fainted.

He's finally noticed. He's waking up half of his body and asking what's going on around him.

"Oh... that? Why... here"

I crouched down and asked a boy monk who looked confused.

"Tell me. What's in that church? What did you profess? There's got to be something going on with your body."

"Your Divine Body......? Oh, you know, I, uh... I saw it."

"What?

"It's an old, very old crown of gold." This is our new God, "Kattura put on the ecclesiastical pedestal. The statue of the Holy Prophet, which had existed until then, has been destroyed. And I was told to offer my soul a human prayer with grief."

"What the hell does that crown mean?

"Ku, I don't know the details. But... when I wore it, I was told it was a strange tool to meet dead people and people I wanted to meet."

- No way... the treasure of the Millennium Kingdom (Southern Pedia)!

That's when a creepy voice echoed from behind the church. It was like music played by some kind of transhumant being, neither a beast nor a person.

"- - Domgokoooooooo..."

Continued!