The Returner

The earth was vast.

The huge castle erected in the shrine of Latrel, the Lord of Light, was showing its rugged and pure white exterior wall amidst endless expanses of grasslands.

The pilgrims who found the sanctuary walked through this vast and green meadow, thanking Latrel for her blessings, and seeing the great white castle standing in the middle of this vast meadow, they felt the majesty of Latrel.

Therefore, this place was always full of joy and praise, and there was no shortage to be called a land of peace and grace.

... if it was normal.

The land where Latrell, the Lord of Light, now occupies a sanctuary is covered in strange colors.

Soldiers in white armor stand outside the purely white outer wall symbolizing Latrel. The scene of tens of thousands of soldiers in shining armor surrounded by the Holy Spirit was spectacular in itself.

In front of them, knights wrapped around their bodies with silver plate armor showed off in flawless white horses.

These are the Latrel Paladins who act on the will of the god of light Latrel.

But the strange thing was that all the people who had always spread across the continent to preach Latrel's name were now gathered here to exercise absolute power.

Given that the Latrel Paladins had not been all gathered in one place for over a century, it was quite unusual.

The strange thing was not only that.

You can see those in pink armor next to Latrel's army.

Neither did their forces seem to be pushed over by Latrell's white forces.

Dragan Knights and Soldiers of the Sun.

Not only that.

An empire of yellow-colored soil, meaning the god of Gabane of the earth.

A red force, meaning the god of fire Faroe.

The Blue Army stands for the god of water, Bzghot.

All the legions of the twelve churches that existed in 'Beraph’, meaning one land, were plotted here.

Elite troops from all over the country, including the sacred troops that protect the Holy Empire and the Jemaah troops, and even the Barbarians who were persecuted in Beraf were gathered afterwards.

Colorful armies fill endless meadows.

This is the power of Beraf.

This was all Beraf's.

Absolute humanity's collaboration has never been done before.

As long as I knew what this meant, I felt bad about it.

However, in the eyes of the elderly who led to this spectacular scene, there was more anxiety than pride.

“We're all set. ”

The old man turns his head and nods lightly to the old man in the red robe staring at him.

At the same time, those who were watching the elderly stand up together.

“They?”

“Soon……. ”

It was a light word.

However, the two old men hardened their faces and heavily nodded.

Those who break their lips lightly, those who draw the sign and pray to God, those who frown and reveal their enemies.

Anxious.

And a little bit of fear.

Their eyes converge on the old man.

Older people.

The voice of Latrell, the first servant of Latrel, the greatest cult on the continent.

And Pope Diolet I of the Latrell Church, who created the union of human beings, faced each other daily. Seeing him, the popes of the other churches and the kings of the kingdoms nodded heavily.

Diolet I looked out of sight.

The horizon of the prairie where the veil of phosphorus ends.

Diolet I's eyes, looking at the horizon, are filled with uneasiness.

“This much power is gathered. ”

The voice of the Pope of the Drahn Church, Versygel, was trembling slightly.

“Humanity does not lose. ”

“Of course! ”

You hear a voice that responds. Diolet I encouraged herself to listen to their voices.

I did everything I could.

According to the trust of his master, all of humanity's power has been gathered in this one place.

The knowledge between the Church and the Church.

Conflicts between countries.

Stupid but realistic problems have spread around his ankle.

It was a painful and painful process, but with unwavering conviction, Diolet I was able to accomplish the seemingly impossible.

And yet, what is this anxiety that you don't go with?

How do I explain this mysterious anxiety that blooms in my heart?

“Halt, Holy Father! ”

At that moment, an urgent voice found him.

“Oh, here he comes, Holy Father! There!”

Where your fingertips point.

Where the blue sky meets the green earth.

One spot of the horizon that was unfolding without distortion began to turn black.

The coming ‘it’ covered the earth and sky in black, rather than one wave, Hale.

Seeing them slowly but surely coming, Diolet I let out a vain laugh.

That's the Darkness.

That's despair.

That's pain.

With Latrell's blessing, this young land of light darkens even Diolet I's breasts.

“Ah……. ”

“…… Oh my God. ”

A small number of Steel Giants that seem to fill the horizon.

Horrible horses pouring in like Hale after that.

Above their heads, various wings spread like clouds, covering the earth with black shadows.

An orchestra of profound dissonance is created by a mixture of the howls of a beast and the strange metallic sounds of steel giants every time they move.

He who has eyes shall see despair in his sight.

He who has an ear will guess his fate from the sight.

The turbulence caused by those with eyes and ears has become a massive ripple, shaking the son-in-law.

The progress of the Steel Giants has stopped.

The horses facing the human army hurl a terrible horror and approach the rear of the Steel Giants. Threatening monsters appear as if rushing at you right away.

It was overwhelming that my soul would be torn apart just by the sight of it.

Versigel, the Pope of the Drahn Cult, cries out.

“Look!”

Where he pointed.

From there, the frenzy of the monsters begins to subside.

A little silence and static appeared in the seemingly endless sounds and torments, and then everything stopped.

The scene was more frightening than the festival of frenzy so far. Those demons and demons who were using the crotch all took their breath together and fell to the ground.

Static.

The world was statically bitten.

The frenzy of a moment ago dominated this vast meadow as if it were an illusion, as if you could even hear the beating of your heart.

Bait.

And breaking that static, I heard this fucking metal sound.

Two of the Steel Giants slowly turn and face each other, kneeling on one knee.

Jubbuck.

You hear a very quiet footstep.

Even though it couldn't be heard from far away to here, the sound of his footsteps reached Diolet I intelligently.

The horses stepped back and opened the way, with their heads flat on the ground, and the Steel Giants were heavily erected to greet their master.

A man slowly walked through the forest of the beasts, splitting like the Red Sea.

I don't know what to say.

... interest.

The deep depressed appearance of the Black Robe is no different. Under the hood of a deeply pressed robe, there was a deep shade that I could not predict.

However, as if absorbing the light, the dark robe edge of the Abyss turned dark and red. A colorful jewel between the robes is resplendent and glittering with light.

A typical wizard's outfit, in a way.

Nevertheless, the appearance of him brings fear because of the black coming around his body.

An ominous black error, like flaming or black smoke, swirled around him, blazing and burning up and vanishing.

Dior I, the God of Light, instinctively understood what the error was. That is the source of evil, and the spark of hell. It was something that should not exist in this world.

Diolet I's heart tightened. There's a cause for all of this in front of him now.

He who brings about the end of the world.

King of the dead.

The despair of the living.

Who eats away the kingdom of the living and takes away the breath of the breathing.

Enemies of the twelve Order.

No, the enemy of the living.

The 12-week god who protected Beraf made the trust fall like a scream, and the kings of the 48 countries who ruled Beraf rallied their power as if they were being chased away by hatred and restraint against each other.

A man who pushed all the power of the continent into one place with fear and despair.

Diolet I squealed.

“You, doom! ”

Diolet I's voice amplifies and echoes the earth.

“O king of the dead, despair of the living, ruler of tens of thousands of horses and hundreds of millions of beasts! ”

As if to disagree with that, the horses that had been quietly occupied until now lifted their heads together and cried and used their crooked teeth.

Immediately, Diolet I felt her spine getting cooler. Millions of troops stand in his way, but it seems as if I hear the groaning of the beasts in front of me.

“Humankind does not fear you. Humanity does not perish. Your ambition will be shattered here, in the land where God's blessings are with you, and your legions will fade back to where they belong! We will not back down, even if we bleed and lay down our lives! Our blood will be the lifeblood of this continent, and our flesh will nourish it! And our souls will return to the arms of the benevolent 12th Lord and take unwanted rest! ”

Those who were aligned with Diolet I shouted in unison.

Millions of troops shout for their throats.

Diolet I's eyes turned red.

Yes, this is the power of humankind. The blessing of the 12th Lord be with us.

The despair and fear that had engulfed his heart became dull, and he began to fill his place with overwhelming emotions.

“We will perish like flames here, and fall like stubble! But our unwavering will will pierce your heart with the sword of faith! Can you feel our will, Wicked Wizard? Do you feel our power, Richie, even beyond death? ”

“No! Wait! ”