World Maker

I was given the same time.

There was no law that produced the same results.

The New Testament, Article 17, was no exaggeration even if it was now an island. It also contains almost all nature, including mountains and rivers.

Of course, the New Testament itself was not so massive that the mountains, the fields, and the robberies were small. The desert was only the size of a small playground, as section 17 was not a particularly desirable section in the first place.

The new world was close to a source of artificial intelligence where the fake god of the clan could manipulate freely; clan 17 could manipulate even fauna living in the new world through console manipulation. Creating a new flora and fauna could not be said to be a big waste of spirituality, but if it was a flora that Elder had already discovered or was raising, he could ‘deploy’ as much as he could by consuming some spirituality.

Tefnett said it was for ornamental use and raised a pretty colored fish in the lake. Dang Ayong said it helped clear his mind and released some grassworms into the bamboo forest.

Bart often rode a black horse resembling a black king, and Asca raised a furry white, pretty puppy.

Edwing was not satisfied with the animals, but was told that he would one day make a pretty girl with a cat ear or a fox ear to make her people creep and lump.

The people stood alone in the cool breezy bamboo forest. The sound of the grasshoppers released by Dan-A-young and the sound of the wind blowing between the bamboos blended in nicely.

My heart clears.

My head gets cooler.

The people took a big breath. I did not find the Bamboo Forest alone at dawn, although it was not to train without an aircraft.

“Demon.”

I spoke out loud.

There were fake gods in the games of gods, in the wars of gods.

The false gods were able to lead their own people with the same power as the gods.

It leads the way down the trusts, lowers objects made of divine power, develops the gates, and allows us to use our mysterious powers with divine magic.

Elder regarded the fake god, the Lightning God, who ruled the Nectar clan as evil. A demon or a demon who deceived the Nectars.

The Yeongmin also participated in the work. Because it was advantageous to incorporate Nectars as' victims’ into Elder.

But there was anxiety in every corner of my mind. No, to be precise, it was close to a fear of hidden elements that had not been interpreted.

What is the identity of the monster that came down when fighting Nectars?

Where did the powerful Lightning God go through the body of the Savage Wolf? Is he really extinct?

The man in the white mask told me to watch out for the 'devil’.

Demons.

There were two hypotheses made by the inhabitants.

One, the Devil is the NPC (Non Player Character) of the game called the War of the Gods.

Of course, I wasn't really talking about passive presence in the game.

Similar to white masks. The existence of managing this game with the opposite of them.

Of course, it didn't seem very much like a white mask. The white masks were close to the operators of the game.

White masks as operators and demons as‘ monsters’ in the game.

The second hypothesis was a more extreme and frightening story.

Demons are fake gods. More precisely, they are part of the fallen false gods.

I borrowed the body of the Savage Wolf and made a powerful lightning god think of it.

The source of the power of the false gods was the faith of the tribe. Then, if the tribe believes in the existence of the 'Devil’, isn't that demon also empowered?

But this hypothesis was somewhat problematic. This is because you can't explain the existence of monsters that attacked Elder's village during the battle between Elder and Nectar.

It was the beginning of the game at the time. Now that the game is quite advanced, it has not been possible to create such monstrous creatures. But it was impossible at the time.

The beginning of each false god was no different. Almost all of them started the game at the same time, which was already confirmed several times at the Banquet of Fake Gods.

‘But what if it's not a one-time car? ’

If there had been the same war before the war of gods that was unfolding, there would have been a game.

And if the fake gods that have become demons in that game are affecting the game now.

Perhaps both of the hypotheses that the soul itself came up with were involved.

There is a demon that is confronted by white masks, and there is also a demon that is made by false gods who are transformed.

Amazones offered a living offering.

Hector devoted hundreds of mountain offerings to gain enormous power.

At first, I had no idea.

I felt objected to the fact that I was offering a living offering, but I did not think deeply about the driving principle.

Just as faith became divine, the sacrifice of life was thought to be an extreme way of summoning great faith and giving rise to strong power.

However, I changed my mind about going to this banquet.

Wiseman's manager, the woman in the white mask, the woman with the rainbow hair, told the people.

“Impressive. Yes, your methods are right. You don't have to borrow the power of such evil. The darker the darkness, the deeper the night, the brighter the light, right? ”

Your methods are right.

You don't have to borrow the power of evil.

‘Your way’ would have meant a normal supply of power. A psychic training based on the beliefs of a race.

I distinguished myself from the way I offered the 'living offering’. and distinguished the existence of "evil."

‘When you offer a living offering, the evil presence gives you strength. ’

Rearranging the words of a white masked woman could produce a sentence like that. And the woman in the white mask said one more decisive thing. Just after I kissed my lips on my soul.

“Don't lose to the devil. ”

I wasn't the only woman in a white mask with rainbow hair. The man in the white mask said the same thing before.

“Beware of demons. ”

“Don't be offended by the devil's temptation. ”

Demons.

Evil.

An existence that empowers a fake god who sacrificed a living offering.

Another operator of this game, NPC.

The purpose of the war of gods was simple.

Elect a fake god who will become a 'real god’ through a contest between fake gods.

I didn't know why I opened this contest.

Even if I had imagined, I could not think of anything other than a story that would appear in a game or cartoon that the 'real god’ entertained to choose his descendants.

But if that's what the people think, are the white masks and demons the servants of the real God?

Angels and demons of the real God.

The inhabitants took a big breath and emptied their heads. I erased the white masks and demonic identities from my head and refocused only on their role.

White masks were a role in assisting fake gods. But they were not directly involved in the handover. I don't know what the officers of the other false gods are like, but at least the man in the white mask, who is the officer of Section 17, never advised me to do this. It was all about celebrating occasionally or warning the devil.

If they thought they were operators, it was a decent job. They want a real God candidate who was born through a proper contest.

Then what is the role of demons?

They were directly involved in the handover. The two monsters that confronted Elder's Observer were creatures that had the power to remain without destroying the Elder race itself.

It was too severe to simply call it a 'trial’.

Nectars have never encountered such monsters.

If there were no lightning storms in Elder, or if there were lightning storms arriving after the monsters destroyed the town.

Elder was most likely unsuccessful in the battle against the Nectars.

Devil's intervention gave rise to unfairness in contention.

Why tolerate this unfairness? You mean just like a natural disaster?

A woman in a white mask with rainbow hair reacted to 'demons’. Even a man in a white mask, who was in charge of Section 17, was not as blatant as a rainbow woman, so he could read the dissent in his tone.

‘Other departments of the same company. Is it a rival relationship? ’

The inhabitants closed their eyes and lay on the floor. I tried to find new facts by combining the information so far in a clear spirit, but the more I gathered the information, the more I felt like falling into a maze.

“Ayong is right. I love the sound of grassworms. ”

The murmuring soul entrusted itself to the cold of the earth. After blowing the frustration with the sound of the wind, I began to think about more practical issues.

‘It must be the mythical Federation that sits northeast of the land of the Amazonians. According to fugitive slaves, the number of Amazonians to join them ranges from four hundred to six hundred. ’

Elder's manpower gained from the war counted more than 2,000 people, so Elder's gains were up, but what matters now was not the number of people he gained.

‘Mountain offering. ’

How can the Mythical League accept Amazoness' mountain offerings?

What choice will Wiseman make with a manager who has a reluctance to make a living sacrifice?

“I should send a scout over here. ”

The young man reaches out into the air. From beyond that distant night sky, a bird of lightning crossed the air.

Dae-a-young sits alone in the room of the round table while the residents are troubled.

The ‘automatic alarm system’ was formerly marginal, enabling personnel to monitor the handover for 24 hours in alternating shifts, but this was not necessary now that the alarm system was well developed. The room at the round table at dawn was always empty.

Dae-A-young laid down on the table and flipped the console in the form of a helmet. It was to consume the divinity of Dae-young individuals to make a trust.

No matter who said it, it was Dae-young who was responsible for the 'force’ of Article 17, and he exerted more influence than Bart in the natural Elders' combat division.

She felt a great crisis about the existence of newborns like Hector. Elder had a lightning storm that could have been the strongest warrior in the handover, but unlike other newcomers, the lightning storm was‘ alone ’.

Even Pentecollaia, who didn't leave a lot of blood because she was a goddess, didn't leave Amazoness with two new blood. There was a possibility that if Zeus was an infamous race god, he would have given birth to more than ten new blood relatives.

She took a big breath and started trusting. It's been more than ten times since I've made this trust alone, so there's no pile of piles in the flow.

“The green god! ”

As soon as I entered the entire green space of the Trust, a clear and cheerful voice rushed to the ear of Dang Ayong.

Dan-A-young held the girl who flew with her voice with her arms wide open.

“Yes, my child. ”

“Hehehehe.”

I smiled delightfully with similar green oils as Dan-a-young and tall. Dan-A-young once again gave her a big hug and imitated Tefnet's tone.

“We don't have time, so let's get started. ”

“Yes, Lord Green. ”

Unlimited Assault through Trust.

It was impossible when Elder didn't have a sense of martial arts.

It was actually a pointless attack for a lightning storm or a black bear who was already mastering the modified martial arts.

But the lessons I learned from Green Yooseong were different. There was a clear meaning.

It is the White Yooseong who inherits the one who calls the New Sword Storm.

I haven't asked the doctor about the lightning storm yet, but I have a tentative conclusion from the lieutenant-governor.

Dae-a-young also thought it was right to hand over those who called the Needle Blade Storm to the White Yooseong. The one who called the storm was a huge sword. It was made with the lightning storm in mind at the beginning, so it was likely that a small, shriveled girl like Green Yooseong would not be able to perform.

However, that did not mean that Dae-a-young gave up Green Oil. Rather, Dan-a-young had greater expectations for Green Yooseong. Just like Dae-young, there was something only a ‘woman’, Green Yooseong, could do.

Dae-a-young saw the Green Meteor.

A calm, green-oiled face takes on a slightly stretched natural state.

The two said at the same time.

“Vulnerable Volcano Mine, The Law of Ayoung. ”

“Stretch! Stretch! Reach…… Incarnate! ”

As he slept, he stretched out his right arm straight to the sky. The red energy from the fingertips was emitted in a single sigh, and the flame penetrated the roof, which was made by stacking straw strings on a wooden plank.

“Hugh…… huh…. ”

Of course, the greasy green oil, stretched to the shoulders, vomited a rough breath. It rained sweat along my forehead and back.

“Who, sister? ”

It was a familiar voice, but it did not react immediately. It's because I'm a non-Mongol and I don't have the strength in my whole body. After a while of gasping, he barely lifts his head.

White Yooseong stood beside the bed with an embarrassed face.

He looked at his face and couldn't say a word. He gasped with half his eyes, and the white oil alternated between the perforated roof and the green oil. Eventually, White Yooseong opened the door first.

“Hey, are you okay? And... God...... Holy magic? ”

Certainly there was also a spark in the Red God's divine magic. It was a magic used mainly by artisans in the forge, but it was similar to that used by Green Oil. The forge craftsmen used it because it was too slow to be used for slaughter and the size of the fire was too small.

However, it was different from what the Green Oil Star had written. It was just the upper body of the green oil, and the speed was enormous. It seemed like it would not be easy to avoid if you shot him in the front.

As the white oils were reluctant to pose their questions, the green oils, who had barely touched their minds, scratched their cheeks and laughed clumsily.

“Uh…… Hmm. Just a dream.”

"Dreaming and using divine magic? Are you going to blow up the roof?”

“Huh?”

In the words of the roof, green oils wetted their heads backwards. I looked up at the roof of the hole and screamed a little.

“Ugh, I'm going to be mad at my mom. ”

Is that what the man who blew the roof in his dream of sleeping now has to say?

White Yooseong had a lot to say, but he was forced to do it. Instead of talking more about the roof, I examined the comfort of the Green Oil Star.

“Did you have a nightmare? I bathed in sweat, totally. And why is your back so red? Is that your grandson? ”

It was a white oily horse or a sweaty green oily horse. Moreover, there were still stains on the back of his great-grandfather, which roughly numbered over ten.

Green oil glanced at his eyes and looked back at himself. In fact, there were not only marks on the back, but also on the shoulders, arms, sides or chest.

White Yooseong quickly turned his head as he pulled out the clothes he was wearing to check the inside of his chest. I shot him with a red face.

“Take care of your clothes. It's winter, isn't it cold? Don't just wear your underwear like that. ”

“That's funny. It's just a difference in underwear or something. ”

After absorbing the Amazonians, Elders developed a culture called underwear, but in terms of exposure, underwear and ordinary clothes were no different. The same thing happened to your back, your stomach, your thighs.

The smiling green meteor looked at the face of the white meteor. Until a year or two ago, I knew what I was so ashamed of while I was bathing with him.

A grinning green oil reaches out and pulls the white oil towards him. I whispered in my arms.

“You know, who's prettier with me in black? ”

White Yooseong was busy rolling his pupils in a sudden hug. I tried to understand the question, but I couldn't answer it properly.

This is how the white oil came out, and the green oil became thick when I asked a question. The reason that led me to ask this question was to stand at the door of the room in the Green Meteor, staring at the black side of the room that was burning its courtesy and noticing it with a small voice.

“Hey, what are you thinking? ”

Of course you and your girlfriend are prettier, aren't you?

I stabbed him to the side, but the white meteor was still tickling despite the high likelihood that he would come with me if he didn't know the black light was nearby.

At this point, the unbearable black light approached as big a step as a bear, and pulled a large white meteor towards him. Looking straight at the green oil, he said.

“Mine. Mine, not yours. My face is even prettier. ”

As pretty as the daughter of the mistress, it was black when she usually had to be calm. At this point, the mysteriously medicated Green Yooseong forgot the purpose of the sausage to make her brother and girlfriend well and burned down her devotion. He pulls one arm of the White Meteor and asks.

“So, who's prettier? ”

“Good play. ”

Edwin mutters as he looks down at the handover with a stare of death. Asca, who was sitting next to her and tapping on a laptop console, asked Dae-young, who was raising herself on the table.

“When did you start teaching? ”

I was taught for a while at dawn, and it didn't continue until late in the morning.

Taking off the helmet-shaped console, Dan-A-young swept his hair up and replied.

“A few days after the battle in the big town. I didn't do it every day..... and now it's twelve? ”

“Oh, my God, I didn't know you were black for twelve times. ”

Even though it was normal not to know what to do when they were scattered around each other at night, the shock was still a shock.

Tefnet asked.

“Infant, why did you hide the Green Meteor from us? ”

After stealing a snack from her mother, Dong-a-young, who looked like a sick child, retracted her lips. I barely answered as I rolled my eyes.

“There's really no reason. Just... feel like a secret weapon? ”

“I have an idea. ”

“Lament only.”

Asuka and Edwing make one sound, and Dang Ayong growls like a sheep. Bart, who turned his gaze from the handover to the new handover, turned his attention to Dae-young.

“Dan-a-young, can't the Elders learn martial arts called the Volcano Rocks? ”

I was not familiar with the martial arts, but I only knew that Dang Ah-young and his people were learning the martial arts called "Volcano Mine." If Dan-A-young's most powerful martial arts weapon is the Volcano Mine, shouldn't it be right to actively hand it over to Elders? Not just to one of the green oils.

Aska wondered if it was the same idea, and she looked at him with her eyes.

Dan-A-young scratched the ball and replied as if it were a difficult question.

“Nothing but green oil. ”

“Is it a matter of talent? ”

“No, it's more of a matter of affinity than that. ”

“Affection?”

“Yes, superiority. The volcanic rock mine I'm learning about is a clear distinction between men and women. It's a little different from when a man cooks and when a woman cooks. Furthermore, what I learned was that the teacher looked at me with a big hand...... In fact, what the soul cooked is a little too close to the crowd. ”

“So this is a female garment, and it's tailor-made for your body? ”

Asca quickly nods her head as she compares it to her clothes.

“Right, so lightning storms and black bears are hard to grasp. It's actually a little hard to get green lightning. ”

“Green oil is like a copy of your minor, so you can wear your custom outfit. I didn't mean it on purpose, but it's amazing. ”

At the time of the birth of the Green and White oils, he was the foreman who did not 'manipulate’ this. Nevertheless, Green and White oils resemble the temperaments of Dang Ayong and Yeon respectively.

Edwin speaks.

“Anyway, the spirit is great. That's how you learned to do a dance that wasn't even right. ”

“Well, I looked at my hands a little bit. Young people have great talents. ”

As Dan-a-young rubbed his head with his fingers and said so, Asuka filled his tongue with drag.

“Oh, look what you're bragging about. Make eye contact."

“What is it?”

A playful neural metastasis began again between Asuka and Dae-young. Tefnet, who was watching him, looked at everyone and said,

“Has anyone seen the people today? ”

Everyone looked at each other, and they all shook their heads together.

I crossed the air called Western Water Powder.

The white lightning bird flew very high, so it was not easy to recognize the flight on the ground.

The soul sitting on the console, transformed into a goggle shape, looked at the handover through the gaze of powder. To scout the realm of the Myth Federation and the Wiseman, just as the Wiseman scouted the world through the divine water.

Wiseman and the Federation of Myths. Which of the two should be scouted first?

The people chose the northeast, the territory of the Mythical League, without being foolish. There were three reasons.

First, we know the position of the Myth Federation relatively accurately.

The Mythical Federation sprinkled medicines that indicated their position at the banquet. I didn't know if it was a culmination of folly or a ballo of confidence, but thanks to it, false gods, including the people, knew the location of the Myth Federation very accurately.

Secondly, it was the vigilance of the Wiseman.

Weissman was already scouting the world through the water. I didn't think he'd be too lazy to defend himself against reconnaissance through such divine water. As a newcomer, Garu could not rest like a dead eagle from Hector in the past, but it still existed.

If you scout Weissman's territory and the Garura is devastated, it is obvious that the Myth Federation scouting will be postponed for at least a few months, so it was right to observe the Myth Federation at a relatively low risk first. Of course, the people knew that all of this was just their own home. Perhaps the Myth Federation, a coalition of fake gods, has been better defended. I did not think they would disclose their territorial location without any defence.

Third, the closer threat to Elder was the mythical League.

The Mythical Federation absorbed Amazoness, and Elder's information in the fight against natural Amazoness also absorbed. Among them were information about Elder's weapons, geographic location, and characters.

The threat that Elders would face since Amazoness was likely to become a mythical Federation.

The Western Water Powder was really fast, but there was considerable distance between Elder and the Mythical League. I flew most of the night to morning, but I still had a long way to go.

‘But this street itself will be a barrier to protect Elder. ’

The Myth Federation needed to set up a large expedition to fight Elder. It was not yet known how many people there were in the mythical League and how much progress they had made, but it would never be green.

‘Let's take a break. Powder is a creature, so you need to rest for now. ’

The spirit who set his mind conveyed his will to Karura. It was an order to land close by and rest for a while. However, instead of obeying Garu's orders, I have conveyed a different meaning. We need to keep an eye on the northeast.

The Western Water Powder glided through the air to confirm with the eyes that it felt sensitive. The people also looked at the ground through the eyes of Karura.

Spacious land.

The pack that sits on top of it. There is a mix of men and women, and the number is seven.

Everyone was riding horses. Moreover, the man on the white horse at the forefront was a familiar face to the soul.

“Eudor Pandragan. ”

A frowning soul without my knowledge gave a more specific order to Garura. Powder turned into an ordinary eagle with his divine power and headed over the head of a group of Judas.

“Oh, eagle. Lord of birds."

Judas with a lively expression points to Powder and holds a fresh smile. It was winter and I was wearing furry leather clothes instead of naked as before.

A beautiful woman approached him with a horse. A woman with long black hair that was close to blue, she felt totally limp, whether it was because of her indifferent eyes and her expressionless face, even though she was a good-looking woman.

One of the Knights of the Round Table, who looks at the Knight King of Britannia, says Isolde with his eyes wide open.

“That's weird. There won't be any eagles around here. ”

“Really? Then we saw something precious. ”

I said it like a fool, but those eyes were different. It was like the eyes of a beast staring at a prey.

He didn't pull out the bow that was on his back. Just looking at Karura for a moment, I turned my gaze from the sky to the ground. He touched a green string necklace around his neck and said something else.

“Anyway, it's cold. That's why there aren't many beasts to hunt. ”

“Stop touching me. Then I'll be cut off. ”

As Izole blurted her eyes out, she took another drink and twisted the necklace at the end of her nose to start sniffing.

“I love the smell. ”

The last few months of leaving the owner's body, I can smell something in my hair. You must smell Judas sweat all you can.

After a perverted march by the main army, Isolde retreated with resentment. Judas grows up looking at such a slut.

“Are you jealous now? ”

“It's not like that at all. Never.”

Unlike the horse, however, the red-faced Isolde quickly headed to where there were other knights at the round table.

Judas put his gaze on the sky instead. I smiled a few times because of the powder that seemed to be aiming at me somehow, but I turned my attention again.

Judas himself was not on his way to hunting or leisure.

It's been more than a fortnight since I left Britannia, according to the 'Swordsman Knut’ Trust, to look at the factions in the north. I didn't know what the end of this journey would be, but I was as unlikely to end peacefully as I did when scouting the previous Elders.

‘A big fight to take place in the north. ’

Recalling the prophecy of the Sword, Juder gave a departure order to the Knights of the Round Table.

Alliance.

I didn't use that name from the beginning.

It was Terrafo, a clan of Naresuan.

Naresuan, who destroyed a small weakness in the beginning of the war of gods, found out through the banquet that the god of the opposing clan, the fake god of his own kind, had vanished.

A fun ‘game' to develop and rule the race became a ‘clot’ to fight for survival in an instant.

Naresuan was proud of his race, Terrafo and himself. Before joining the war of gods, his life consisted of many victories.

But Naresuan did not exaggerate. Above the runner, I had him. Among the more than two hundred false gods, there was as much possibility as there was anyone with a skill beyond Naresuan himself.

How can we reduce risk? How can we achieve a stable victory?

No other aide existed in Naresuan's article. That is why Naresuan was forced to think alone.

Even at the end of the banquet of the second gods, he succeeded in surviving. But I thought it would be a burglar. Naresuan's knowledge alone was limited in promoting the development of the species.

I wish I had another assistant.

I'm sure we can come up with something else.

Another tribute.

Polytheism.

Several gods.

Naresuan came up with an idea at that moment.

The myths of the world influenced each other. It was also easy to find examples of the mythical god A appearing differently from the mythical god B.

Either Indra of Hinduism emerged as Jeju Cheon in Buddhism.

Merge myths.

Mix myths.

Combine faith.

It was already a polytheistic world.

Then I acknowledge another god. It combines its power with that of a god, a race, and a new system.

Naresuan was lucky to think of himself. For the first time since I came up with this idea, the clan I encountered was weaker than the Naresuan clan, Terrafo. It was also possible to destroy the species as it is.

But Naresuan reached out to the gods of the clan.

A ‘deal’ that relied on intuition, and without any risk, succeeded. The two new systems became one and Naresuan was able to ‘acquire’ the other.

The fake gods who became Naresuan and a pair became enthusiastic followers of Naresuan who saved their lives.

It was a familiar sensation for Naresuan. The last thing he was doing before participating in the war of gods was making religion.

Naresuan's followers told him that this method should also be used in the banquet of the gods to save more false gods, but Naresuan disagreed.

The reason was simple.

The purpose of Naresuan was not ‘survival’ but ‘victory’.

There was a possibility that other false gods would imitate this method if they proclaimed it in the banquet of the gods. And if the leader of those who imitated it was like Nareshuan himself seeking ‘victory’, he felt a strong rival.

Naresuan remained silent at every banquet. It was funny even when some of the top Joe canals got noticed.

I didn't forget to crack down on the allied gods who became a pair. Even when I entered the banquet, I sought the understanding of the person in the white mask and placed the time difference.

There was a fairly long period between the fourth banquet and the fifth. Nearly a decade after the time of the handover, Naresuan proliferated other false gods.

Although the number of equal gods has increased, the differentiation of faith has created a gap in power between false gods.

When the number of false gods exceeded 20, Naresuan decided that he no longer needed to wear a mask. He rearranged the gods in the new system and created a firm rank. Afterwards, we embraced only the subdivine, the equally divine God, to further widen the gap.

A long time after the flood, the banquet of the gods was held again.

Naresuan intuited that he could no longer hide his new integration plan. There were too many members, so I couldn't get any tea at the time of entry.

I didn't know what the number of fake gods would be, but when Naresuan put together all the fake gods that he had brought down or killed, there were already more than sixty. I was convinced that revealing the methods would no longer allow organizations as massive as Naresuan organizations to emerge.

So I made it clean. Instead, I advertised to catch fake gods who were desperate, like that Amazonian god Pentecollaia, so they had to make foolish choices.

Naresuan succeeded. A powerful and massive unified race alliance proved it.

Queen Amazones Hipolite was no longer noble.

Her face and body were still beautiful, but not the clothes she was wearing. The seal of slavery engraved on the skin was the same.

The Alliance was a thorough class society. But it was different from Amazoness. It was a much more systematic and vicious structure.

There were a total of four ranks in the Alliance.

Keraf, the top rank.

It was a group of three factions that formed the mainstay of the Alliance. They did not pay taxes because they were ‘aristocrats’, and lived their lives with the taxes of the three grades below. No one other than Keraf could be the head of any organization of the Alliance.

The second rank, Cheraphim.

These were the Alliance's commoners. Due to differences in identity, he could not be the head of the organization, but could do anything else according to his skills.

Dominion, the third rank.

These were Alliance's slaves. The tribes that were ruled by the tribe gods who became the 'sub-gods’ of the Mythical Federation belonged to the Dominion. They were engaged in hard physical labor and became hands and feet for the two classes above.

Principal, the last and lowest rank.

These were lower than slaves. They were put in the most dangerous and difficult jobs, and they were treated like livestock, with no place to go or burn, even if they lost their lives.

The real reason for Principal's existence was Dominion control.

Dominion resolved their complaint through Principal. I was comforted by the fact that there are weaker people than they are.

Being Principal was predominantly a species of false gods who sinned greatly, or were born outside the eyes of Naresuan.

The Amazonians have all become Principals. They were distributed throughout the Alliance by livestock with no personality.

“Isn't it really reasonable? ”

It was a dome built underground. The ability to build these structures underground, not on the ground, proved the Alliance's strength.

Naresuan's newborn Darius completes the Alliance's class description with a relaxed face. He approaches Hipolite, whose limbs are tied up in front of his eyes.

Hippolyte, who had been tortured and whose body and mind were all messed up, said nothing.

Darius examined Hippolyte's condition. The female warrior in front of me still had the strength to speak.

“I think I've had enough time to rest. Well, let's start over. ”

As Darius touched, two of the awkward-looking warriors sat down in front of Darius, among the Amazonian warriors who had fallen like a burden in the corner of the hall.

Darius alternately looked at the two and chose the man on the right. He asked Hipolite, touching his neck with an axe, who roared in horror.

“Where is Parris? ”

Hippolyte raises his head hard. And Darius shattered the neck of the Amazonese man, just as he waited for that moment.

Amazoness, tied to the corner of the hall, screamed. Female Amazonese warriors, who had just fallen on their knees beside a dead man, could not stand the horror.

Hippolyte shouted evil.

“I don't know! How many times have I told you?" I really don't know! ”

“Oh, didn't you at first declare that you wouldn't teach me? I took it as a fact that I knew it. ”

“I don't know. I really don't know. I would've told you already if I knew! ”

Darius shrugs his shoulders and points an axe at the neck of the Amazoness warrior. The axe blade, which had already killed more than ten Amazoness, was bitten red.

Lady Amazones petitioned Hippolite.

Hipolite pleaded with Darius.

“Please... please... ”

Darius didn't listen. Again, I cut off the neck of the Amazoness warrior at once.

Hippolyte howls. She knows. Darius did not have much significance in this interrogation at first. I also knew that Hippolyte had no idea of Paris' location. He was just enjoying the act itself.

“I'd rather kill you! Kill me! Kill me and finish it! ”

Hippolyte couldn't even bite his tongue and kill himself. Every time she made that attempt, Darius tore off the limbs of the Amazonians and killed them.

Darius puts the axe down and sits back in the chair. It was a large chair made of carved stone.

“There are so many gods in this world. ”

Hippolyte didn't want to hear it. But Darius didn't care about her doctor.

“Well, there are many things you might call prey, like the gods of Amazoness. True gods, such as the great father Naresuan, rarely exist in this world. ”

The number of gods the Alliance serves was close to thirty, but among them, it was only a matter of heat that became the object of true faith. The rest were, in fact, merely ‘spirits’ carrying out orders of God, not gods.

“By the way, the mischiefs have crudely imitated the works of our great fathers. That's why there are so many hybrids in the world mixed with the blood of the mischievous. ”

The Alliance had only seven truthful newcomers, such as Hector. There were four children of Naresuan, three children of gods who were a little less powerful than Naresuan.

“Did you say that Amazoness... Hector? ”

Hippolyte reacted unknowingly to me. Darius laughed joyfully at Hippolyte's reaction.

“Even if it's a mischief, for now it has a mysterious power. Hybrids are useful in many ways. ”

The acceleration of Naresuan integration into the new system was after the 'descent of the incarnations’. Because of nature, there were so many new blood relatives in the Alliance.

However, only seven of them stood in a position to lead the Alliances with Darius and Marcus. The rest were all ‘bred’ as‘ hybrids’.

“Too bad he must have become a fun monster, too. ”

The underground hall, home to Darius and Hippolyte, was a breeding ground for hybrids. There were several small rooms with thick iron bars on the walls of the circle hall, where hybrids became ‘monsters’ in exchange for sacrifices.

The reason Darius was looking for Parris was simple. I wasn't afraid that Parris would be the sword that stabbed them.

I need one more monster to use as Alliance's weapon.

Only that much sensation.

“You're all crazy. ”

Amazones also enslaved him. I offered a living offering. Maybe he didn't deserve to be blamed like this.

Darius smiled at Hippolyte's accusations. Slowly she got out of her seat, smashed her cheeks and vomited blood, and grabbed her axially stretched head and whispered it into her ear.

“Did you say that it was Elder to the south? We will avenge you. I will avenge Hector, who you like so much. ”

Hippolyte spits on Darius instead of answering. Darius, who avoided the sting by lightly kicking himself, lightly tapped Hippolyte's cheek and left the basement hall.

Only Hippolytes and Amazones were left in the basement hall.

Hippolyte thought of Elder instead of praying to the goddess who abandoned them.

Hector even knocked them down a few times and recited their names.

“Bitch. ”

Shortly, Naresuan decided to give up the search for Parisian materials.

Even newborn blood is eventually human.

Perhaps if the power of God, the source of blood, was strong, otherwise it was just a little better than man. If you had to make monsters out of the blood of a fallen race like Amazoness, you wouldn't be so strong.

Fentecilia, lying on the floor of a cave outside Alliance's new system, squirms like a bug. Despite the exhaustion of her body and mind, she had a grin.

Parris kept it.

Although he lacked more ability than his twin brother Hector, Paris was also the child Pentecilia gave birth to when she was sick with her stomach.

The serpent also cared for his children. Fentecilia appreciated that Parisman had not lost his freedom in the midst of all this collapse.

Pentecilia has made Paris a 'reason for survival’. That's why I'm not going to break my will.

The god who died in the new world dies.

It is possible for gods to kill each other in the new world.

The fact that Naresuan taught himself the Pentecollaia.

Pentecilia raised her body and tried to get up. At least I struggled to lie down right away.

And that kind of power was transmitted to her very, very slightly. The power that had never been so natural before, the power that Amazonians realized their preciousness at the moment they abandoned their faith.

Someone was praying to Pentecost himself. I was sending faith to energize them.

That warmth.

Pentecilia was intuitive. It was Paris. Parris is now energizing himself in Pentecollaia.

Pentesileia, who had been tortured by Naresuan and had not cried, shed tears. I cried like a child.

And at that moment.

A voice followed as the power conveyed. The voice of someone I had already heard in my head rang.

It was not the voice of the Devil. But it was a voice that felt a similar strength and will.

My voice didn't make any useless noises. In short, it curtailed the spirit of Pentesileia.

“Wiseman.”

The green oil was stuck in the corner and turned over the blanket. The thick blanket with the word 'cotton’ in it had no mysterious magic power, and once it was covered, it could not be removed. Should I say I want to be stuck in it indefinitely?

The roof, which was thick and perforated, was neatly fixed. He resembled his father's small tree, and it was thanks to his good dexterity that the black light healed him from all kinds of tremors.

“It's timid. It's timid. ”

The murmuring green oil curled up and tried to curl up in the blanket and quit because it bothered me.

It was definitely cold, so it bothered me to move, I didn't want to go out in a warm blanket, I slept too much and now I can't sleep, but somehow I feel like I want to stay still.

Instead of worrying more, he closed his eyes and tucked in a blanket. Even if I noticed new clothes and blankets, the air cooler than yesteryear irritated the skin with a green oily Nogonogon.

If you bend over here, you will murmur that you are bored again in the blanket and only conclude that you are cool.

The green-hearted oil swallowed his breath and went out of the room. This hut, which is the 'home’ of the White and Green Meteors, was divided into three areas: a shared living room, which should be referred to as the 'living room’, and the rooms of the Green and White Meteors. Lightning storms and green lightning were right next door.

“Nothing.”

There was no one in the living room.

The Green Meteor reached the White Meteor Room with long ears. Unfortunately, I didn't even hear a voice or a moving sound hitting my lips. It looked like there was no white meteor or black light in the house.

The Green Yooseong ran back into his room, chopped him up and wrapped him around his neck in a leather coat. However, his bare legs were evenly exposed and his shoes were punctured with noble sandals, so he couldn't stop the cold.

“I don't know. ”

Maybe one day I'll bring something more.

After leaving the house, Green Yooseong decided to look for a place where White Yooseong might have gone. Father's Lightning Storm and Mother's Green Lightning were always busy in this time zone, so you should not interrupt them.

The big town was much bigger than it was before the war against the Amazonites. The population of the Amazonian War was close to 2,000, almost half of whom were settled in large villages. I was done talking because someone was still building the house.

Although some people died during the Battle of Mercury in the big town, very few families were exterminated, so there were not many vacant houses.

Green oil with both hands stabbed in the pocket is all around. I didn't see a lot of people on the street because it was cold.

Elders focused on farming, hunting and gathering had little to do in winter. Of course, no matter how cold the winter was, it was possible to make leather tanneries and tools, but it wasn't enough to make a stadium every day.

But things have changed a little this winter. This is because Amazoness has brought a lot of new work.

Weaving a veil and making a cloth were not usually a lot of hands. I don't know when I was done there, but I took a cloth and put something called Su to make clothes and make cool, and it took me so much patience to go crazy and jump. I was told that I would learn embroidery from my sister, and I went to visit her and how hard she had been all day that day.

The Green Meteor once headed towards the temple in the center of the town.

Elders liked to pray, and they liked to visit instead. Nowadays, people who lived a dreadful life under Amazoness visited especially often, and White Yooseong explained why:

‘The goddess of the serpent, the evil spirit that Amazonians had received, did not take care of slaves. So they were born again after they had no god to take care of them. So yes.'

Something was not enough, but it was somehow convincing. The green oil nodded and rolled.

In fact, White Yooseong did not analyze the situation clearly either. And it was not because of the lack of wisdom of the White Meteor, but because of the environment in which it grew and grew.

It was truly frightening and frightening that there was no God who cared for them in the handover of small pieces of gold that could exist and feel the evidence as if breathing.

It was not easy for White Yooseong, who had always lived with God, to understand his loss.

As expected, people were still full today. Green Yooseong pondered for a moment after seeing the thunder of her grandmother unraveling the myth of her goddess in front of people. I met you yesterday and said hello, but should I stop by today and say hello?

However, it was still far, far, far to the end of the story, so the Green Oil just made a light tribute from a distance and passed the battle.

Excessive green oil stared at the market alley. There were not many people in the marketplace alleyway since it was winter and the streets were pathetic.

It was no exaggeration that the Elders started their first deal, just after they first settled in Shincheong-ji, a large village in the past.

The primitive exchange of goods was the beginning.

Whether you go out to the river to catch fish or out to the woods and plains to hunt, it was clear that you had to spend most of that day.

That doesn't make it very efficient to catch fish one day and hunt another day.

It was tiring to eat fish every day, and it was natural to be curious about the meat from the river when you only ate the meat you were meeting.

The exchange of goods that began like that became more specific with the creation of the positions of 'Artisan’ and ‘Shrine’.

The small tree received something to eat in exchange for the tools it had made. Sometimes it was meat and sometimes it was crops, and it turned out that there were a lot of things to trade, and it was a natural criterion, and that criterion soon became something different than the price.

The priests were those who took care of the temple on behalf of Elders, prayed more often on behalf of Elders, and preached the tales of the gods for Elders. Priests always worked only in temples, so they didn't have time to go hunting naturally. So people gave food to the temple, and it evolved into a kind of professional salary concept.

With more and more people and more people in professional occupations, this commerce has begun to become more and more vibrant.

And it was the appearance of the Salt Village that spurred this change.

Salt.

Salt tasty when eaten with meat.

A curious stone that will weaken your body if you don't eat too much.

With a population of over 5,000, Elders still do not use 'money’. However, a well-organized marketplace was created, where at least one such market existed in each village. Of course, the biggest market was the one in the big town.

I wanted to take a look inside the market for a while, but I fixed my mind. Because the white meteor didn't seem like a place to hang out with the black light. The black light occasionally, like the last time there was a hole in the roof, showed a completely different appearance than usual, but it was basically a quiet character and covered quite a face. I didn't like walking around the market a lot of people I didn't know.

Green oil again took direction north. It was in the direction of the training ground where the white meteor was training well.

But it was just two steps north.

“Green oil!”

In a rumbling voice from behind his back, Yooseong turned around in a green circle. I saw the face I was expecting, so I raised my hands above my waist. He growled with a repressive attitude.

“You told me to call you sister? ”

“No!”

What he shouted at was literally a bear boy. If you look at Athena's face, it was clear that she was a teenager, but she was better than an adult who was already ten years old.

It was the grey bear, the eldest of the black bears. I was originally staying in Salt Village and was coming to play this winter to spend time in a big town.

The green oil stood in a crease and stared straight at the face of a gray bear about two meters away. It was a handsome face with the impression that Elder's finest beauty, the White Deer gene, was cute rather than vulgar thanks to his power against the Black Bear gene.

I yelled as I could, but I guess it was too much. The grey bear's expression was anxious. Green oil farted and asked again.

“Why do you hate it? ”

“That's my sister..... ”

The gray bear did not finish speaking. It is because the green oil came in with a narrow distance of 2 meters between blinking eyes.

“Who said you only had ratdrops? ”

The gray bear twisted but did not collapse for a moment as he patted his forehead with an unavoidable jumping stick. Once again, I shouted my courage.

“Who am I...... much bigger than you? ”

“Again and again. This is going to go down."

The grey bear quickly raised his hands to protect his head, but it was a futile struggle. The green oil gripped the head of the grey bear in a row, and the grey bear, whose forehead had been bitten, closed its eyes tightly and suffered.

Judging that the appropriate punishment was over, the green oil waited for the gray bear to open its eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The gray bear, who barely opened his eyes, wiped away the tears that had flowed through his eyes.

“Hin, where are you going? ”

“To find the white meteor and the black meteor. You want to come with me?”

As the green oil smiles widely, the grey bear nods quickly. Brothers a little older than the grey bear said they liked it, referring mainly to the face or body of the green oil, but the grey bear liked the smiling face of the green oil best.

“Yes, I want to go, I want to go. I'm going with you. ”

The gray bear quickly reached out, and the green oil grabbed his hand on the ice. I only walked with my hands, but I hesitated for a moment to look up at the side of my favorite gray bear, as if I had the whole world, but I made up my mind.

“Hey, I'm telling you in advance that I'm going to get hurt. ”

“Huh?”

“I'm not going to do your girl. ”

Immediately, the gray bear's face hardened. He felt strange guilt on his face, as if he had suddenly fallen from heaven to hell, but he suppressed him with a grudge.

How did the gray bear speak in panic from the shock?

“Whose girl are you going to do then? ”

“I don't know?”

Green Yooseong tilted his head playfully, and once again, contrary to his new and beautiful appearance, the gray bear desperately recalled the names and faces of the Elder boys he knew. Turning on the nonsense that there is no strong competitor to do this yet.

“The King of Britannia has seven wives. Six of them are already inside, and I'm one of them. ”

A greedy beauty with a borate hair said with a serious face in front of a white bird. A large bird, almost the size of a human torso, glanced at the blonde-headed young man standing near the beauty with frightening eyes, and at that moment he flinched.

“Look at that! It's true, so it flinches!”

The white bird immediately responded to Fiona's cry, a Borat beauty, a member of the Knights of the Round Table. The white bird, moving over the young man's shoulders at a sharp stroke, made fun of his claws, and struck the blonde young man's head with its large wings.

“Bullshit! Bullshit! Where in the world is that other law? ”

The blonde youth Eudor Pandragan desperately shouted, but he did not hear the word "white bird" powder. No, even the Powder at the beginning, even the people who control the Powder knew Fiona's words were false. I just wanted to hit him, so I hit him.

Elder's disciples, who began to accompany him a week ago, sighed long at the Knights of the Round Table as they watched him beat their lord. I grabbed Fiona's arm with my eyes.

“Sister.”

“Over there! Isolde is one of them! ”

Fiona pushed Isolde forward to become an axe, and once again began to crack her head with a beak of powder.

“Hey! Hey! Blood! ”

The moment Judas shouted, Powder flinched and changed the beating method again with wings. Fiona whispered to Isolde as she looked at the Lord who was being treated with such dignity.

“You know I was kidding that bird, right? You know that, but you're just pretending to be angry, right? ”

“That's right. ”

I looked at the knights from the other round tables after making a modest welcome as if I was tired. Responsive to the apparent rescue signal was the Knight Bedivir of the Round Table.

He was one of the few people Fiona struggled with when she was ten years older.

“What a joke, Fiona. ”

Fiona squints her lips as if she had nothing to say, but only for a moment. I murmured with a small voice.

“I can't help but sing every day that I'm going to make a queen of a girl I've never heard of. ”

I gave up now, but until a year ago it was Fiona who did everything she could to try to gain Juder's heart. I didn't say anything about Bedivir knowing such a past. However, it was difficult for the xenophobic gods to ignore the scene of restraining their only king. This time, they turned their steps to sanction Karura. But that was the moment.

“A signal.”

Just as what had been gained so far was a lie, Judas stood up and pointed north. Pour also flew lightly and flew toward the north with a gunshot force.

This is because Roengreen, the Knight of the Round Table who went before the scout car, sent a signal that he was firing holy magic towards the sky.

Judah took the lead, and the knights of the other round tables also hurried up and started running on horses.

There were two reasons why the people decided to join Juder.

One was because the Knights of Juder and Round Table cared about going on a northern reconnaissance, and the other because of their interest in Juder itself.

It was no exaggeration to say that there had been no negotiations between the tribes yet, but it was because there was a divine revelation through the trust that Judas accepted the Western Water Powder. Of course, some of the Knights of the Round Table showed some boundary light.

Rather than staying nearby, Powder arrived at Roengreen, the Knight of the Round Table, much faster than the group of Eudorans. The ‘basin’ discovered by Roengreen was already discovered by Avatar Ramu decades ago in the time of the handover.

‘Changed. But there's still a trail left. ’

A remnant of a ceremony that allegedly cost the entire village.

I could still feel the evil energy, though I didn't see anything as clear as it was then. How great a ritual it is to be able to feel the remnants until a decade after the ritual is over.

Powder exerted his power as a watermelon. At the same time, the people did what they could not do during the time of Avatar Ramu.

The power of the White God People.

Now I could see it more clearly.

I only saw the remnants, but I felt and could see more than a decade ago.

‘Demon.'

It's not a fake god.

Empowering a living offering is not a fake god.

Demons.

Another participant in this game from the white masks.

The people were convinced.

There was a huge country to the north.

Pharmaceutical steel, steel zones.

It also existed that the land, which was cruel but pure law, was the apex.

The apex.

The strongest.

The one on the top.

Mare's first.

Sitting on a large, black throne, the apex turns a golden pupil to the east.

I gave the order in a loud voice.

“Trample.”

That was enough.

All the demons on the north side stood up.

Where you want to head is east.

The Demon King's march has begun.