World Maker

“Even in a figmental game, everything doesn't flow the way I thought. I'm afraid I'm going to stumble on reality. You said too much, kid. ”

To the young Count Ariel, who led the rebellion led by King Richard I of the Founding Kingdom.

A little longer than three months passed.

Hundreds of days. It was long enough. Haragal talked about moving one more time before winter came. Gaju erased the thought of the Lion of the ‘Self' god from his head.

“He's a coward. He must have escaped. ”

Most Haragal agreed with the words of Ghazi. In fact, the existence of people with uncontrollable powers on the subject of foreigners was very disturbing.

The swiftness with the people before they left did not think he would have escaped, but he did not make strong arguments.

The Haragals had their own transportation routes within the meadows. The tribes of the Prairies were largely respectful of each other's territories and routes, so the invasion of routes could soon be considered an act of aggression. In the first place, Haragal and Paragall became enemies because the routes overlapped.

The next movement of the Haragals was from here to the southwest. The Haragal men, including Gaju, agreed to leave tomorrow at noon and then broke the meeting down.

It was when Gaju had just left the Tent of Meeting.

“Uh, there! ”

One of those who had gone out before pointed to one side of the meadow. When I looked closely at Gaju, there was a man on a rope running, and his face was ripe.

The Lion of the White God Ramu.

Ramu, the young man, hurried like a thunderstorm, suddenly reached the forefront of the caucus. I jumped out of Roum at once and faced Gaju and Haragal with a smiling face.

Gaju had to start with the boundaries of the people who suddenly appeared. He's been different since he left town three months ago. Not only was he properly dressed in leather, but he also had some unknown things in his waist, along with a weapon made of rhombus horns.

Where do they come from? And how the hell did you get that rope?

Gaju, who was faced with the people, first gave strength to the ship. I opened my chest and shouted loudly.

“Hmph! Where did you go and now you're coming! ”

He was virtually a 'blackmailing’ citizen just before he left home. With hostility, bluffing and a hint of horror mixed in, the inhabitants laughed in the face of the caste. I approached Gaju and knocked on his shoulder.

“There was so much going on. Have you been well?”

“Th..... ”

Gaju originally sought to avoid the people. But I couldn't. No, I just grabbed my shoulder at some point. Without knowing anything about the manners used by the people, it was a habit for ghosts to weep.

But there was one more thing that would surprise Gaju.

“Wh, what? ”

The ground is ringing. From afar, the earth has been vibrating like a shaking ground.

Gaju and Haragal opened their mouths almost simultaneously. Everyone screamed without a sound.

Hundreds of ro-rooms rushed to the ground at one time. The crowds that came from the direction in which the inhabitants had been running soon reached the residence of Haragal.

Hundreds of people. And among them were some who were ripe in the eyes of Harakal Gazi.

“Yes, and you?! ”

It was a gazelle of Paragall. His head twitched, and Haragal looked at his people with a frightened face.

“Hey, what the hell? ”

“I told you, there was so much going on. ”

Instead of speaking long, the inhabitants laughed and patted on the shoulders of the thorns.

The night in the meadow was very cold.

The fleshy mistress is like a blade of wind and clear and high sky.

The inhabitants of the White Moon and the Sea of Spilling Stars broke their heads and turned their eyes. There was a great flame between them, and the nomads of the meadow sat down and talked about these things.

Some were vigilant, some were not explicit, and some were hostile.

But none of them acted.

There are nine clans.

Together, they were more than 500 interns.

It was no exaggeration to say the whole prairie, but at least almost all the clans in the west are gathered here.

There were a number of great campfires, among which the most centrally located campfires brought together the heads of households and chiefs of each clan.

He was already quite drunk, but only two out of nine were really drunk. Haragal's gazelles were wary of the other gazelles, so they could not even enjoy the meat properly.

The inhabitants sitting alone outside the residence regained their gaze. I said behind my back.

“Drinks and meat are enough for what I've brought. ”

However, the sound of footsteps approaching from behind my back did not stop. White feet, the eldest daughter of the household, put the roasted meat and wine bottles on the floor and sat down somewhat. The villager finally sat back and asked the villager, with his white feet shining with a firm smile.

“There are all nine clans. That's amazing. What kind of magic did you do? ”

It wasn't a makeup smile. I was all cheeky.

The Villager recalls when he first encountered the White Feet a hundred days ago. Maybe this woman is smarter and more ambitious than Gaju?

One time, because of the energy of money, the spirit who stretched his shoulders began to tell the story.

“Itchy is simple. It's just a number that overwhelmed the numbers. ”

“With numbers?"

“Yes, numbers. ”

A hundred and ten days ago, the inhabitants of Haragal went to the easternmost of the eight tribes that had known the route and the location of the Great River.

They overpowered their households in the same way that they showed their skills to Haragal, and took them west and absorbed the tribes one by one.

Journey from East to West, towards Haragal.

I had little to go to later to fight. The opponent tribes who saw the overwhelming numbers lost their will before they even fought.

The people said it seemed not to be an algebra, but it could not be given over so simply.

You absorbed the tribes like a snowball? It was a story I might have convinced if I were a child. But now the white feet sitting in front of the people were all grown up enough.

“Just, was that all? ”

Surely the power of the people was astonishing. I was so surprised and almost screamed when I watched the people sneak away and defeat the warriors of Haraghal.

The Lion of the White God.

A hero who can defeat more than 20 men armed with a single sword.

But even so, it was inconceivable. Surrender to the people for losing one fight? No matter how strong you are, can you just give it to one person?

At least one tribe or two could understand it, but all nine tribes, including Haragal, were overrun by the people. Among them were those who treated each other like enemies, such as Harakal and Paragall.

No matter how great the people were, it was impossible to unite them in more than ten days. It was a rush to conquer one by one.

“That wasn't all. ”

The inhabitants were actually quite surprised by the question of whitefeet. Among those who were overwhelmed by numbers, those who could not even think of questions such as the white feet were well prepared.

Simply overwhelm with force. There was a limit. The people didn't want to stay here long, so it was even more so.

“Vision…… So I've given you a goal. Thanks to the sympathetic housewives, I was able to shorten my time a lot. ”

“What kind of goal? ”

I was very curious. It was a white foot with an open upper body. I looked at his face and I didn't even know what pose he was in. A little smiling soul replied without my knowledge.

“A new land. A way to live better. ”

Of course, it was also lacking in vision. The nine tribes were just like a piece of wood made of ice cubes. We had to unite them during the journey to Elders' home.

I knew very well that the nine tribes did not yet fully trust each other. But she was already satisfied. I asked with glittering eyes like a star.

“You're amazing. Are you really the Lion of God? ”

Did the White Deer show you this face during the Trust? The people who nodded once stood up. He said, restraining the white feet from trying to stand up according to the rules.

“I think we should go back to the owners. ”

In many ways, it was dangerous. After a little more talk here, it was like a white foot would sneak into the tent by volunteering without Gaju telling me to.

‘Maybe a self-conscious excess. ’

The smiling people turned towards the households. But as if the time had come, the housewives stood up. It was not about the people. The cause came from the north.

“Evade!"

“I'm coming that way! ”

A roum jumps like crazy, cutting between people. He burns a man on his back, and exhales, shaking his elongated head in excitement. Some skilled warriors of the Paragals grabbed hold of it and calmed it down. I grabbed the teeth on my back and took them to the housewives.

“Hard as ever! ”

The man with the big cut on his back was hardened, a member of the Paragals. He took the falcon and went hunting far away, but he could not come with him this time.

The solidity that opened its eyes to the call of the Paragall Ghost was sweating and vomiting a rough breath. I looked at the darkness with blurred eyes to see if I could not see it properly.

“From the north, from the north! ”

His stubbornness, which suddenly shook his body to see if it was in vain, stretched him out again within a few days. I barely spoke with trembling bees.

“The Legion of Monsters...... ”

“Th... only? ”

Paragall Gazu asked me what I didn't know. But hardness no longer answered whether he was unconscious.

The housewives saw each other. I sent my gaze to the people who had just come.

The inhabitants did not confront such households. I opened my eyes wide and looked at the far north.

“Fire.”

I said it without my knowledge. All the gazelles looked north.

There was a fire in the wind. A red flame devouring the Sakaman night was devouring the meadows from afar.

“Did it start? ”

“Looks like it started. ”

Zeus, seated in a campfire between rocks spread over the border of the meadow and the hills, looked far to the north.

It was a fire. It was still small, but it would grow and devour the entire meadow.

“Are you really not going to help? ”

Knut, sitting across from Zeus, asked again. Joining Zeus about a month ago, he knew who set the fire.

Wise man Richard Weissman.

No matter what number he used, he called the monsters like his own. It's been a long time since we've built one powerful 'force’. and attacked the avatars of the false gods with a force built like that.

Knut himself survived. But what about the others? Don't you think there's a fake god who's already been attacked?

Wiseman leads the monsters and starts South Ha. And there were nomads and inhabitants in the meadows that were subject to it.

Won't help.

Zeus shrugged at Knut's question. I lay face to face and stared at the flames to the north.

“It wouldn't be hard if he was out on his own. It's quite a mutiny, and that's how we've gathered humans. ”

There are as many humans as can be shields. Moreover, if humans were that size, they would not be easily defeated by the monsters that Weissman had attracted.

But Knut thought of something different from Zeus.

“Having gathered that many people, there's no escaping alone. ”

Zeus laughed. He raised his torso again and said as if he had spilled it.

“Make a herd and return to your race? You know that long way? It's a silly thing.If Odin's home is nearby, it's too inefficient. It's enough to sow ‘My Seed’, remember ‘My Story’ and make lots of people to tell. ”

Olympus in the southeast.

Over the past hundred days, Zeus has passed through several human villages. But none of them led the tribe. It was just a mix between them, sowing their own seeds, and leaving ‘myths’ with a few tributes.

Many children will be born after Zeus' own blood. And Zeus will remember himself.

That was enough. Seeds planted now will produce enough results in the distant future.

Knut did not deny Zeus' approach. However, he had no intention of mocking the thoughts of the people.

Zeus looks north again. When I met Knut, I recalled the stories I heard, the facts I confirmed using divine power, and I shivered my shoulders reflectively.

“I didn't think it was normal, but it's a really bad inspiration. ”

Monster squad gathered by Weissman.

Zeus was poisonous. That wasn't all. Something else, something that made me think I was really poisonous.

According to Knut, Odin, who knew Zeus himself, wouldn't have pulled himself out of that situation alone.

But what happened was a head-on collision with Wiseman.

“You're enjoying yourself. ”

Knut pointed out and Zeus did not hide it. Ki-chan smiled.

“A little. He's my rival. ”

“Calm down! The fire is still far away! Enough time!"

One of the nine lyrics shouted out loudly. But it didn't work out very well. It was a moment when the prairies were literally lit, although it is far from being described. Moreover, the wind was now blowing from the side of the flames towards the nomads.

Why did you only notice after the fire grew so big?

Housewives shouted to their clans and tribes to prepare to leave. Because I had to run away in case I didn't know.

Paraguayan gazelles did not join the ranks of such gazelles. After losing consciousness in his arms, he carefully lays down on the floor and flips over. I looked closely at the wounds on my back and said.

“Toughness is not a bullshitter. Probably talking about monsters living in the wilderness beyond the meadows. ”

I was wounded by a giant claw. If the claws were this size, the body would be at least three times larger than a human.

Legion of monsters.

The Villager immediately recalls the ‘monsters’ he had encountered several times with Elders, but shakes his head. It was a nightmare to think those things were forming a legion.

“What are you going to do...? ”

Speaking of which, Paragall Gazu swallowed up his vain breath. It was because the eyes of the two peoples were shining white.

Holy magic.

Using the divine magic of the White God, the people looked up at the earth where the fire was happening from above.

It wasn't just Minotauros and all sorts of unnamed monsters.

The one who watches monsters. A person who climbs on a black monster that resembles a village and advances monsters.

Wiseman.

Did you notice the eyes of the people? Weissman smiles coldly as he looks up at the sky. And at that moment, as if the broadcast had been interrupted, the vision of the people had become blurred, and the divine magic had been lifted.

“Huff, huff. ”

The man who waved his head and took a deep breath bites him.

Gather the factions to form a force.

It was not only the people themselves who thought of this. The monster squad numbers were hundreds at first glance. I didn't know the combat power of a single monster, but if I didn't find a giant monster like Minotauros, I would have a share of three or four warriors.

Monsters march south. Charge towards the nomads who are gathering.

The people looked back at the households. I did not deceive those who were anxious but had strange expectations.

“I saw them. ”

“Monsters, monsters? ”

On the question of Haragal Gazu, the people nodded. I put my gaze to the north and said,

“We have to fight. ”

The Weissman on top of the black beast, Nightmare, smiles joyfully.

“When I saw the nomads suddenly united, I thought there would be a fake god... but... was that you? ”

I thought it might be Knut who ran away at first, but it wasn't the right time. Someone who has the power to realize the idea of uniting nomads.

Weissman's goal of rallying the Monster Corps was simple.

The Nomads are destroyed. They plunder and enslave them.

Catch and kill fake gods to eliminate competitors.

A simple plan. Wiseman looks up to the sky. The wind changes direction, leading the fire elsewhere, and the monsters roar to the south and run again.

“Let's fight, kid. ”

Wiseman moved Nightmare forward. Hands were raised high to induce the number of splenes prepared for the event.

“I'm running straight this way. We must send women and children, those who cannot fight properly first, and we must buy time. ”

In the words of the people, one of the goblins took a step forward.

“Can't you just fight back and take it down? They have to fight with their backs on fire. We are in favour."

It was a plausible story at first, but Paragall Gazu shook his head.

“I can't think of it that way. If the fire affects them, we're already in the fire range. That fire cannot empower us. It's just a scourge to burn the meadow..... ”

The meadow is on fire. The nomads will lose a lot of important resources.

There was a sense of depression among the housewives. Then Haragal Gaju said in a cheerful voice.

“It's okay. We have Ramu, the angel of the Heavenly God! ”

It was what I said, but it worked.

All the households gathered here were witnesses of the superhuman status of the people. I also knew how he put the nine tribes together in one place.

Housewives looked at the people with expectant eyes.

Ten years older than himself were desperate, but he was not so burdensome as to look like a child, but the people laughed with their shoulders wide open. I tapped my chest and said.

“Yes, I am. So don't be afraid. We can fight them and win. ”

The people recalled the lightning storm. Nectar, I thought of the Elders just before I fought Cooler.

“The white god is looking down on us. The Lion will bless us! ”

The shouting spirit commands you to prepare for battle. The housewives dispersed quickly, and the nomads became massive streams and moved in chaos.

“You must be thinking about fighting back. ”

Knut didn't have the divine magic to look far away like Zeus or the people. However, no matter how bright the moon and stars were at night, the flames that blossomed in the darkness of Sakharov were conspicuous.

Nomads were now moving for ‘combat’.

Zeus leans against the rock and stretches out his legs. I asked him with a pitiful face.

“Who do you think will win? ”

“If you have to choose one, Wiseman. But I want to support the people. ”

Knut is instantaneous. Zeus reveals his reasons instead of asking why.

“Wiseman is hiding behind the army. If you lose, you're unlikely to die. But not the people. He'll be a hero in the fight ahead. Death on the ground. ”

What happens when your Avatar dies?

Will it simply end with the death of the Avatar, or will it lead to the death of the body in the New World?

No one knew and I wasn't sure. That's why Zeus chose.

“I will support Wiseman. It's good when competitors are eliminated. ”

“But you said you were a rival? ”

As Knut slightly provoked, Zeus shrugged with a smile.

“Then Odin will get through this if he really is my rival. Against Weissman and my support. ”

“That's pretty cool.”

“That's what God is all about, isn't it? ”

Personality.

Being as rare as a human being.

Feeling some objection from Zeus's smile, Knut turns his gaze back towards the nomads.

The time of the fight was not far away.

Most nomadic warriors owned the ropes, and most thought they would shoot the bow.

This was not an exaggeration, even if the entire troops were athletes.

As the lightning storm proved in the battle against the coolers, the individual combat strength of the horse-drawn troops was designed to overwhelm the infantry.

But there was nothing to leverage the combat power of nomads.

Once used, the insolvency of the bow was a problem. Unlike the composite arches used by Elders, nomadic arches made from only one material were short in range. Moreover, the Loum horn favoured in melee combat was suitable for stabbing, but it seemed to be rather short in length, making it rather crowded for horse-drawing.

Will nomads not be frightened by giant monsters like Minotauros? How much will nomads be able to spread against monsters?

It did not differ so greatly in number. Then the remaining variables are the presence of a fake god on both sides.

According to what the people saw at the banquet, Wiseman was never a fake Mutupa god. Rather than playing on the battlefield, he was more likely to stand back.

The people themselves had to play. I had to step forward and defeat the enemies and lead the nomadic uprising.

‘Sorry, baby. ’

I told you not to mess with your dancing skills.

I was a little depressed because I thought about it. The smiling folk looked around on the left and right. The warriors of the nine tribes centered around Gaju.

When it comes to fighting.

Time of battle.

The inhabitants looked ahead. I encountered monsters rushing back and forth through the fire. I shouted aloud, lifting up my horn.

“Charge!”

Charge order that saved the horseman's impact.

Housewives shouted along the people. Two hundred horsemen shake the ground at a time.

Stormy Charge.

The fight began.

Not everyone was a big, strong monster. Monsters who are small in height and yellow in skin seem to come only at the waist level of a human being, making up the placenta of the Monster Corps. The nomads trampled such little monsters with their ropes. The clans that were largely bypassed swirled arrows from the side.

No matter how bright the moon and stars were and how big the fire was, the night battle limited the clock a lot. Blind arrows often miss, and monsters rush to nomads as if they were going to aim for the gap.

And the giant monsters initiated a movement.

“Ooooooo!”

The Minotauros burst into agony and the force overwhelmed the cavalry. Stronger shocks crushed Roum and the cavalry on it at the same time.

It was a struggle.

I couldn't think of tactics or strategies already. Each clan fought together around the households, but did not have a proper connection with the other clans.

But that didn't mean it wasn't pushed too hard. The strength of nomads living in rough meadows has never been searched by monsters.

The Yeongmin abandoned the idea of directing the guards early. It was a union of nomads that was like a piece of ice weave, as the people themselves signed in front of the white feet. Rather than trying to force their connection, it was their role to free each clan from the difficulties of jumping to the battlefield.

At some point, the people jumped out of Roum and began to sprint. The golden legs were also clear in the darkness, and every time a young white energy exploded in both fists, the head of a giant monster like Minotaur was smashed.

At first, the performance was poor. However, the number of monsters killed by the people changed slightly from the moment they reached ten. The monsters started to be frightened of the people.

Hundreds versus hundreds of fights. The wire was not very wide, and if either side was distorted, the base of the battlefield itself could tilt enough.

Housewives accustomed to war did not miss that gap. I pushed the monsters along with my clans and started riding the so-called "victory."

Wiseman magically explored such an epiphany from afar. And I decided within a month.

This way, we lose.

Nomads win.

He experienced more than a hundred battles in the process of building a nation and falling by his own hand. It was not difficult to predict the victory or defeat of these ‘small’ battles.

This battle, will you lose like this?

No, not really. There are a number of preparations for this time, right?

“Disgusting.”

Wiseman looked at the people and said: I lowered my hand from top to bottom.

The small gesture became a signal, and the presence that captured that signal followed orders. I crossed the fallen sky.

The people swallowed their breath. I looked forward with extreme focus. I perceived the surrounding area with a broad feeling, and shortly after, I mobilized the gun to fill the gap.

Attack coming from the side.

How to avoid it.

It moves very slightly. Reduces both the time and distance of damage caused by the car of a pedestrian.

Minotauros' fist passed over his head. That's a close difference, not a finger at all.

If you get hit, your head will explode. But the people did not think of that. I was not relieved that I avoided it.

The moment Minotauros' fist passed, the eyes of the people looked at Minotauros' head. The two feet spurred the ground to create momentum, and the raised fist pricked Minotauros' jaw. Then I poured it through the intestine.

Quang Kang!

The bone shattered and the sound burst into my head. A monster whose head was smashed into the workplace of the people collapsed without a single scream.

Twelve.

The inhabitants sighed. I don't know how many Minotauros there are on this battlefield, but I think I've defeated at least half a dozen.

How many enemies are left.

Who should fall now?

The people lifted their heads. Some nomads in Roum passed by him.

The sight of nomads pushing monsters.

I am winning. If this is the case, I will win.

The people were relieved for a short time. I wanted to see the entire battlefield by expanding my field of view. But right then, the spirit instinctively shook its head. I looked up at the night sky.

The moon and stars were bright. But in doing so, I couldn't push out all the darkness.

Niche basket.

Darkness between stars.

From there, I was able to get out of my body. It crossed the Saqaman sky and shook the battlefield with a gigantic roar.

“Chiaaaaaaaah!”

Just hearing it was a terrible howl that shook a man's mind. Some nomads even rolled over Roum.

Giant bats.

No, the nasty beast with the wings of a bat on its back.

It landed on the ground. He opened his mouth with nasty teeth and swung his arms covered with Sakaman muscles. Sharp, long claws crushed monsters and nomads nearby.

A giant monster that can reach up to 5 meters in shoulder height at first sight.

The people felt ‘holy’ from the monster.

“Shinsu.”

At that moment, a monster, who I didn't know, saw the spirit of Wiseman. I threw up a terrible scream and rushed to the people.

Shinsu.

Beast of God.

A beast like God.

Though thought of by the people and Edward Wing, it was not created by lack of divine power since then.

The Weissman made the divine water?

And how did he get to this battlefield?

There were many questions, but none of them could be answered right now. There was no more time to think.

Can you win the fight?

A primitive question.

I couldn't even find the meaning of it.

If you don't win, you die.

The people shouted at him as he saw a monster rushing towards him. I stepped on a real angle. I rushed towards the monster.

The divine magic that borrowed the power of Tefnet has timed out its effects. However, the Spiritual Assembly failed to reuse the divine magic of Tefnet. So did the divine magic of Dae-a-young.

There was not even a small amount of time to concentrate on the spirit and use divine magic.

Kwaang!

The divine forefoot hit the ground. The earth shakes, and in the aftermath, the nearby romance stumbles and collapses.

Young Min also stumbled. But instead of collapsing, I hit the ground in a row and quickly dug into the divine arms. I looked at the divine vessel with all my strength in my right arm. So just before we get to work.

Shinsoo flew up.

I swooped my wings and soared. It would not have been an exaggeration to jump in the vault.

The work of the people struck the air. And the head of the divine beast turned toward the ground. I screamed at the people.

“Argh!”

The screams of monsters were no different than some kind of magic. The people fell to their knees, vomiting a painful scream, and the divine water did not miss the gap. I threw myself on the ground as if I were crushing the people.

Qagaga River!

Nomads and monsters, who had forgotten their fight and were staring at the divine and spiritual people, swallowed up every one of them. It's because if you were trapped in the creature of the divine water, you wouldn't be able to draw a bone, no matter how spiritual you are.

What happened?

How it happened.

“Ugh!”

The answer returned to the distressing screams of the divine. A villager who rolled over with his barefoot car and avoided beating the trunk of the divine beast put the sun on the side of the divine beast. However, it was a strike that was rushed into an unstable position, and the hides of the divine beast were thicker than I thought. Even though he screamed, he couldn't call it a critical hit. Rather, because of what happened afterwards, the people were hit harder.

“Argh!”

Because of the pain, the soul who had been struck by the front foot of the swinging spirit floated and rolled more than 10 meters away.

The divine figure raised his body, vomiting a painful sigh. On the other hand, the people could not stand up. My mind remained but my body did not listen to me.

Die.

What happens when Avatar dies?

Shinsoo turned towards the people. I took a heavy step.

Housewives and nomads did not think of saving the people. What they came up with was the idea of running away.

Shinsoo took another step. I put all my strength into your legs to jump.

The people lay down and looked at the night sky. I saw the moon and the stars.

I remembered the lightning storm without my knowledge.

The warrior of God. The spiritual child of all 17.

How many times have you fought that monster?

You stood up to defend Elder without fear or retreat.

Was there too much of the power of martial arts and divine magic? Should I have bought myself like Dae-young said?

Should we go back to the Elders instead of gathering clans and drawing attention?

Shinsoo is approaching. I can see it. It was a move to put the final blow to the people themselves.

The inhabitants squirmed. To do their best to the last, to face the moment when their breath was exhaled.

The creature of the divine water covers the night sky. The Villager sees. He grips his fist.

And at that moment,

I heard a voice.

Father of the clan,

You are in heaven.

The inhabitants froze their eyes. And I woke up again within a week.

It wasn't a hallucination. It was definitely a voice I heard through my ears.

“Ooooooo!”

Roar shaking the heavens and earth.

Swinging across the ground, crossing the sky full of monsters of divinity.

It's the sword of heaven.

He who summons a new sword storm that came to the ground with lightning.

And he grabbed it.

A person who pushes the monster of the divine water with a new sword.

I landed on the ground. I showed my back to the people. Instead of staring at the divine water flying into the sky with its wings spread out in the air, I looked back at the people.

“Lightning…… Storm. ”

The inhabitants said, and the thunderstorm smiled. I said it again with the same face as always.

“You are in heaven. ”

Prayer of thunderstorms.

Then the rain of the pitcher crossed the sky.

A Helmet that shot into Atlanta.

Dozens of them.

The people raised their bodies by using their restraint. I looked behind my back.

A huge door filled with light was disappearing. And dozens of Elders stood before him. The face of the man in the lead was so familiar.

Elder's first Holy Warrior Black Bear.

He roars. I command the Elders.

Once again, the rain of the Arena embroiders the battlefield.

It couldn't have happened.

It couldn't have happened.

The meadows and Elders' home are far away. What the hell, what the hell.

Unlike the frightened knut, Zeus burst out a cool smile that he pulled up from the end of his lungs. Seeing Knut's back in panic, he said.

“Divine magic. It's a miracle implementation. What happens by faith, what makes it impossible! ”

But who is it?

Who came up with this idea of Article 17? And is it just a coincidence that there was a divinity left, or is it that we put together a divinity for this moment?

Either way, it was good. Zeus stood up and watched the battlefield.

“As soon as I woke up…… as soon as……. ”

Asuka grumbled, just before she was lost to exhaustion. Bart, holding Asuka with one arm, shined his eyes in exhaustion. Through the grasping console, he poured out all the divine power collected by the coolers who had not abandoned themselves after losing the fight.

He and Asca once again did their best for the people who allowed them to feel each other's body temperature.

Long Range Spatial Leap

It was Edwin who came to mind. And for that, the time of the handover has been to collect as much divinity as possible for the last three months, keeping the trust.

Common jurisprudence in Article 17.

Talisman each has.

That was not enough. However, the divinity of Bath and Asca was added. The power of both the three givers and the two sub-gods became one, and Elders' prayers caused a miracle.

What you could have done because there were absolute coordinates of the Avatar of the White God.

Edwin, lying on the floor, could not even look at the screen. Tefnet also only vomited a moaning that lay beside him.

Dan-a-young trembled. I stumbled on the round table and stood up.

Lightning storms, black bears, and forty elders.

But that wasn't enough. And there remained unused power for the people.

“Do it. You can squeeze all my strength. So, so don't lose. Get rid of him!"

I shouted earnestly. I shouted.

And the wind touched. It was clearly communicated.

The people lifted their heads. I stood alongside the lightning storm and looked at the divine water beating in the air.

Monsters believed to have been sent by Weissman are running further beyond the meadow.

A thunderstorm saw the people. I drew a cool smile without any fear of monsters.

"Was he this big? ’

I met him a few times in the trust, but I felt different. The people who looked up to the lightning storm, which was much bigger than Saddam himself, laughed.

The age of mythology.

A world where humans and gods travel the earth together.

The resident posed straight away. I closed my eyes because there was a lightning storm next to me. Focused his mind to create a new divine magic.

Moon and night, green god, goddess of battle.

Her divine magic.

From the entire body of the people, there was a green light. The power of the green god came upon his body.

Strengthening physical abilities. Sharpening combat capabilities.

But that was not the only effect that the people could enjoy.

It seems that the people have not yet learned it properly.

A true ‘essence’ that Dan-A-young wanted to pass on to the people instead of the Faction's martial arts.

Young Min recalled the face of Dae-a-young. The story of ‘Master’, a lover who was so loving and loving.

I felt like I could hear the voice of Dae-young. It seemed that Dae-young in the new system raised his arm with himself.

Dang Ayong's Martial Arts.

It is the strongest power that has been handed over to you.

A woman's skill called "Martyrdom."

“Wind volcanic rock mines, trust." ”

The inhabitants hit the ground.

It was lit with a single lightning rod.

Wind volcanic rock mines.

He draws strength from everything in the world and makes it his own.

Windshielded Brain Cancer Light.

Implement all seven commonly spoken attributes to protect yourself and your precious ones and crush your enemies.

It was still a crowd for the inhabitants. Even though it was a martyr genius, it was not a feat that could be learned for months and unfolded properly.

But the people were not alone now. Dang Ayong's will was with him. The power transmitted through divine magic has guided the people.

Trust.

Faster, faster.

The darker the darkness, the more glowing it will be.

The green lightning tore the darkness apart. It rose from the earth to the sky.

The lightning storm saw green lightning. Hitting the sky and climbing up. A slight hesitation and no delay towards the most massive and powerful of the monsters the lightning storm has ever seen.

It was battlefield.

Enemies were strong, and that number continued to grow.

But the lightning storm drew a cool smile. A black bear rushes and stands beside such a lightning storm.

“Is that the white god's incarnation? ”

The yellow god explained it before departing.

He loves me, he loves me. Save the incarnation of the White God. He's in big trouble right now. Help the Warrior of God defeat the Devil and come back. Don't wait for me.

The yellow god said, so the black bear hurriedly jumped toward the door of light. And it was the same for all the forty elders who were gathered on this battlefield.

Incarnation of the White God.

The lightning storm recalls the story of the green god.

Go help the white god incarnate. I trust you, you can do it! I'm begging you!

God's favor.

I couldn't look at the face as well because of the bright light as always, but I thought the lightning storm would be on the face just before the green god cried. No, maybe he was already crying then.

A god who asks for creatures.

A god who looks at tears worrying about someone.

It wasn't perfect.

It was human, so there was a weak face.

Can we trust and follow an imperfect existence? Can they rely on God as their god?

There would have been those who did not.

But it wasn't a lightning storm. He felt the eagerness of the green god before thinking about it.

God with emotions.

God who tears for someone.

I didn't know what to say, but that's why I liked it. So I was able to follow it even more.

Wouldn't it be terrible if a world dominated by a god who had no will, no emotion, no interest in what he said to his creatures?

“You are in heaven. ”

Incarnation of the White God.

I still couldn't understand the concept properly, but I could see the lightning storm the moment I faced it.

Who I've seen a few times through the trust.

Someone who thought that even when defeating monsters, making love with the green lightning, always followed.

The lightning storm grabbed the one who called the New Sword Storm. I smiled at the fierce green lightning towards the monsters in the sky.

“Black Bear, ask for command. ”

“Yes, because that's my role. Show those strangers the power of Elder. ”

The lightning storm did not look back. His legs were golden, and he hurried up to the ground in horror.

The black bear looked at the back of such a lightning storm.

Heaven and earth.

The warriors of God that exist in two places.

“Yellow God! ”

A grinning black bear raises her hand high. Following that signal, the Elders once again swing Atlattle and shoot out the helmet.

“I don't like the development. ”

A door of light that suddenly appeared. Those who poured out in it.

Maybe that's the clan of 17 Elders.

‘I kicked Geist out. The average ability of a race is unknown, but it is clear that it is extraordinary given its kidneys. It is clear that Article 17 invested in divinity to create heroes, superheroes. ’

Wiseman thought and analyzed. Even if this battle ended in ‘defeat', his hand would certainly have gained.

‘He drives Geist away by himself. It is not simply thought of as the power of divine magic. The soul of Article 17. Was it more powerful than you thought? ’

I didn't have the ability to fly. I climbed once high and hit the Shinsu Geist and dropped it on the ground, and then started a melee battle.

‘Matrix, no dragon balls. ’

The unusually small Wiseman turned his gaze to the air. I heard a voice like a lie.

“You are troubled, my lord. ”

Even though it was just a voice, I felt 'indecent’.

A woman's thing.

A demon among Weissman's angels and demons.

The fake god he brought down.

“Show yourself, Lust. ”

Darkness clumps together to form a form. Dark, long hair and contrasting white skin. Rust, dressed in a black dress that seems to have shaped the night, kneels under the Wiseman's feet.

Rust.

She wasn't originally that name. The appearance and atmosphere were very different from those of the false gods.

Wiseman was the only God. So he didn't make anything like a sub-god.

Angels and demons.

Rust was the Devil of Wiseman. A creature that can't even be a lower god, in a way, is similar to that god.

“I've been flying for three months with Gaist. Please share a little bit. ”

Rust smiles softly and looks up at Wiseman.

Weissman didn't know her well before she was confined to him. Is she reborn as‘ Devil Rust ’in Wiseman's own hands, or is she completely rebuilt?

It didn't matter. I wasn't particularly curious.

“I think this battle will be lost. If Gaist is defeated by the false incarnation of God, it must be. ”

“I will help Geist, my lord. ”

Rust tightens his head. It was a natural order, so Wiseman showed no admiration for the loyalty created by the three birds. He looked at the battlefield with indifferent eyes and said:

“Don't step out yourself. Enough to empower you. I can't lose you in a little fight like this. ”

It was just a story by 'need’, not worrying, but Rust did not think so. I threw up my breath with an ecstatic expression.

“Ah… my master…. ”

Rust scratches his white cheeks. I extended my tongue and tried to lick the Wiesman's shoes on the Beast Nightmare. Wiseman rolled his foot and threw out that rust. I told her to chill out on the floor.

“Go.”

But even this chill was happy for Rust. She smiles brightly without concealing any ecstasy.

“Very well. Very well, my lord. ”

Rust's back spread dark wings. Immediately she rises to the height of the void and vanishes into darkness and darkness.

Wiseman saw the battlefield again. Seeing the fight between humans and monsters, I laughed bitterly.

“Myth." ”

God and man.

Then whose myth will this battle be?

The victory and the defeat will determine all that.

Nine tribe households fought like crazy. And so, at the heart of the battlefield, I was forced to witness the lies of the two men who continued the most violent fighting.

White god warrior.

Incarnation of the White God.

The enormous black weapon bearer hits the battlefield like a storm. There was no monster in front of him who stood up for more than a year. Even a giant monster with the head of a cow had two sinews in one piece, not to mention the little monsters. Each time I swing a weapon, I smash several of them.

Those who appeared beyond the gates of light were also astonished. They were fighting in ways the nomads never thought possible.

Structured units.

A row armed with shields and spears defended the rear row, and the rear row threw the spears away with immense speed and defeated the monsters.

What if their opponents were not monsters but themselves? The dorsal spine was cool, but the housewives shook their heads within minutes. They were called by Lamu, the Lion of the White God. Those who fought with him.

I am not an enemy.

According to Ramu, they would one day become one with themselves.

Promised land far away. Elders waiting for themselves there.

Some of the nine households did not take Ramu's story seriously. But now it was different. Through this battle, the thoughts of the gazelles moved.

And what played the most crucial role in these changes was the White God's Lion Ramu, who was no different.

Where the most spectacular fights are taking place.

A place where transcendent battles take place that make even warriors with black weapons wish for light.

Ramu, who emits green light from his entire body, is fighting against a giant monster on his own.

Evil, giant monsters and warriors.

One of the housewives opened his mouth without my knowledge. And I yelled.

“Ramu!"

A call from a light munition.

I want warriors fighting monsters to win.

The cry was soon transmitted. Of course, all the soldiers on the battlefield started shouting aloud.

“Ramu!"

“O white god! ”

All that screaming.

All that wind.

Storm volcanic rock mines, new winds.

Gaist blew a flame towards the front, but there were no inhabitants there already. As soon as the fire erupted, the inhabitants rushed forward and dug into the Geist, without slowing down the energy of the new wind. I swung my hands widely at the same time as I swung my bowels toward the air in a row.

There was a rough, sharp wind. The wind, which was the blade itself, tore Geist's thick skin to vomit black blood, and the extended sun shook Geist's body.

“Chiaaaah!"

Gaist twists with a painful scream. The inhabitants paced the ground calmly and exited beside Geist.

Everything felt clear. Even a small stream of air could feel it vividly.

Dae-a-young was with him. Dae-a-young led the way to the people.

However, the people also felt a little impatient. It was because I felt indirectly how difficult it was for her to be connected to herself.

You must defeat the god before your eyes quickly. We need to end this battle with Lightning Storm and Elders.

The inhabitants bitten it. Once again, you have drawn the power of the Volcano Mine.

But that was the moment.

The inhabitants felt it.

It wasn't because of the volcanic landmines that draw power from everything in Samraman.

I felt as a fake god, as a god leading one race.

A new divinity suddenly rises from the divine water in front of me. The inhabitants reflectively rushed back to the ground, and within a few seconds darkness covered the divine body.

What a laughingstock.

It was short, it was a moment. Gaist's screams tore the darkness apart, rushing towards the people and revealing it.

The appearance has changed; the horns have risen on the head, and the wings have become four chapters. At the end of his feet and wings, a green flame arose and burned around him.

Gaist, who was only 5 feet tall, raised his torso and spread out his wings, which seemed to cover the whole world.

Fear.

Fear.

But the people did not retreat. Rather, I glanced at Gaist with a fierce glance.

Hating his back.

Making it possible to take one step forward.

“Ramu!"

“O white god! ”

Elder and nomads shout and press Geist's scream. A pure white light emerged from the entire body of the people, driving out the darkness.

A black bear throws a helmet at Geist. The lightning storm grabbed the one who called the Needle Blade Storm to help the people.

Wishes and winds.

The power to trigger it.

Avatar of the White God.

The incarnation of a white god descended on the ground.

Zeus, looking from afar, clutches his fist.

Standing next to him, Knut burst into a grumpy laugh.

Wiseman, standing elsewhere, frowned.

Myth.

It's the story of God and man.

The helmet pierces Gaist's eyes.

The stormer strikes Gaist's leg and breaks the balance.

And pure white.

Fierce scintillation.

The angry people tore apart Geist's darkness with a beam of light. Dae-a-young, who watches in the new world, shouts with all his last strength.

“Break through! ”

I stepped on a real angle.

Lightning storms, black bears, and everyone on the battlefield shouted once again.

“White God, in the name of God! ”

That cry, that call, that wish!

A white god miracle pierced Gaist. I dug up the divine water of darkness.