The World of Masks

The sky is high and the wind is good. You make a sound of the comfortably cut and laid grain stalks. I tore a piece of grass and bit it on one side of my mouth. The bitter scent of grass spread in my mouth.

"Tsk!"

I spit it out to the side with the saliva. I laid down my body again. You twist your feet and shake your toes. The sun was blazing down around him, but a dark shadow protected him from the sun because he was lying under a large tree.

"Ahhhh!"

I yawned. The milk inside looked like it was still there. Once again, he puts his hat down. Yesterday, I fell asleep quickly because I tried to produce the second generation. I had no reason to go to sleep anyway. I lost my strength.

I realized my free time. It's harvest season. In the old days, I couldn't even imagine the same leisure right now. He squeezes his worn hat and examines the situation in the field.

The white bones wield a huge sickle. Its goal was not a human neck, unlike the terrifying creature in the old stories. The goal of the bones was now a stalk of grain that was deeply ripe and boasted of yellow grains.

Gaaaah!

I cut the grain with great strength very easily. Dozens, hundreds, and thousands of skeletons were working their asses off in endless plains. When I think about the small land that will not be compared with the old days, and when I was growing crops with my children in order to increase the yields in any way, I was overwhelmed by droughts, rain, and pests. Considering the feelings of the Demon King when this territory was occupied, I thought it would be a miracle to call this situation a miracle.

He stares at the wide river that flows by. The riverside was well maintained in case of flooding. It won't even have the slightest impact of a rainstorm. But on the other side of the river, where the Demon King was not occupied, things were completely different.

The Grand River, which runs through the continent for a long time, brought great blessings to the surrounding plains. It is now a place of confrontation between the Demon Prince and the Allied forces, but it is also a popular grain cellar in the surrounding countries. Even though it is now a front, we cannot give up its production. The coalition that was choking on food built a farm with no regard for the Demon King's army. Surprisingly, the Demon Prince did not interfere with coalition farming. Rather, the Demon King's side also farmed at the occupied land.

But the difference between the two became clear.

Unlike the Demon King's occupation, which is complete with enormous labor and fertilizer, well-maintained fields, and flood preparations, the coalition's farmland was a mess. Of course, the blessing of life that was seen on the altar went beyond the Grand River to the United Plains. However, the life that has seeped into the earth does not only make grain grow well. The grace applies equally to all plants. even weeds that are harmful to the growth of grains, which we don't even know the name of. It's usually farmers' job to pick them out and grow grain.

"Tsk, tsk!"

The farmer kicked his tongue lightly. I can see people gathering hard in the fields of half a grain and half a weed. There was not a single strong man who worked as a farmer. All I can see are children and children, and old people who look like they're going to die tomorrow. It was obvious that everyone was suffering from hard labor. That was the result of recruiting most of the men to fight the Demon Prince. I couldn't guarantee that I would be able to harvest all the crops I grew up with.

However, production volumes increased in the Demon King's occupation area, driven by skeletons and newly supplied pesticides, which roam around for 24 hours pulling out pests and weeds. One heap of crops proved that.

The farmer yawned again and looked at the workers who were sweating their balls off in the sun and breaking their back.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

My tongue kicked once more with pride. I used to be creeped out by the thought that I was like that too.

'If they are ruled by the Demon King · · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

But that's not something you can do. Moreover, there are rumors that the March will begin again soon, so if they are lucky enough to survive the process, they will be blessed.

According to the children who go to the school, the Demon Lord is God. The Bible says that the 12 demons who impersonate God are doing a great temple to take away the blessing that is confined to the holy neutral city, so that everyone can live in 'equity' and 'equality.'

I don't know for sure because it's a worm, but at least someone who gives blessings like this can't be a bad person.

The people in the Demon King's occupation have slowly been brainwashed by Jack's plan.

* * *

A huge castle that seems to show the Demon King's power. On one of the rooftop terraces with a clear view of the surrounding area, you hear the female panting.

"Hehe!"

I tried to hold on to it, but I couldn't hide all the groaning that leaked through it. Most of all, the 'command' opened up all the senses of the body.

Phew!

"Archaeology!"

You bend like a bow in a large stabbing action below. The two well-shaped breasts revealed outside were shaking nicely. Jack bites the fruit in front of his eyes without stopping the movement of his waist.

"Aah!"

Short notoriety. Jack's movements, chewing and sucking pink pulp, drenched her teeth in cold sweat. I couldn't find a single glance at Jack's movements at her.

Her shimmy undressed clothes shake together. Pure White's robe was halfway torn off.

She was one of Jack's favorite rage. Whatever it was, it was a priest who surrendered in the holy neutral city. Surrendered paladins and priests are rare. Among other things, she had a beauty on the way. Fair blue hair with no frizz and white skin. Tearing points on the left eye enhanced my sexual appeal.

The leader of the original Holy Neutral City is not good at surrendering. Even Jack, who liked to torture, was a venom with his tongue. Those who refused to follow Jack, so-called undefeated loyalists, ended up with only one or two souls on their hands when they captured the countries, but most of them refused to follow Jack because the Divine Neutral City leaders were followers of God elsewhere. Most surrenders have only recently placed paladins and biblical tickets. In combination with torture, those who have to torture captives in the Holy Neutral City in front of their eyes until they sign a slave agreement are barely able to sign. But most of them didn't even flinch. First, Jack had to let go.

Of course, I didn't let them go or kill them gently. They sent him to a prison built specifically next to the castle. When Jack or Chloe got bored, it was a place to go and play torture. Chloe swung her sword with a pretty smile, and Jack added sexual abuse to the pretty girls. But those poisons were crazy, and they never fell for Jack. I never intended to kill them until I accepted the slave agreement, but I couldn't do anything about those who were out of their minds. They had no choice but to make it undead. In a way, they were the ones who defeated Jack, who had a historic case.

Jack feels bad about what they think. The target is the woman in front of her eyes. I grabbed my hair and pulled it back.

"Ahhhh!"

I felt a little better when I heard her scream. You raise the sputt in that state. The woman's face turned blue as she knew the moment of death was near.

"P-please, outside."

Of course, there was no reason for Jack to listen. Rather, she sticks her lower half close to her vagina and spills her semen out.

The warm feeling inside, the woman shook her head with tears. It had already happened several times, but every time, the same despair swept over me.

Jack forcefully lowers her head. I licked the tears running down my cheek with my tongue. She was always funny.

Whee!

"Ugh!"

Jack throws her out like garbage. From behind, two maids often step forward. She falls to the ground and quietly disappears, carrying her crying.

Jack stands up from his chair and looks over there with his arms against the ledge of the terrace. A total pervert standing on the terrace and staring at the other side was a pervert himself, but only Jack is in this castle. There's no one there who can sell Jack as a pervert. Nothing stands in the way.

I looked at the widespread plain, rubbing the stuff between the legs. Normally, there would have to be a vast meadow with blue grasses all over the floor, but today was different.

Monsters and undead crowd the grasslands and move their cars. Armed with weapons and armor made with all the technicians in the last two years, they've given the viewer tremendous pressure just to watch them move.

Suddenly, it was popular.

"Really, I have to have sex until this day."

A pathetic voice. Jack chuckles and shrugs.

"I have nothing to do anyway."

"But it's still the first day of a historic journey."

Even on this important day, Callie spits out ballmen to the owner wearing a woman. Jack picks up Juju Island clothes and puts them on, whether he likes it or not.

"Ready?"

"It's over. All we have to do now is wait for the portal to open."

Callie stands next to Jack for a few moments and looks down at the plain. The dagger that sparkled in the sunlight itself awakened fear.

"Is that okay? The war in this world isn't over yet, is it?"

The front lines with the Alliance are still intact. You can see that you're overdoing it, but the coalition remains stranded.

"They can't hurt us anyway. Besides, the weapon itself is different. You can push it while you still can. My country already occupies quite a large piece of land, so the resources come out quite well. There's no rush. But that's different. It's time for the gods to wake up. We need to take back the prison before they and humanity are truly united. So..."

Jack smiles and spits out a word.

"Here we go."

Jack clenches his fist.

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