World Maker

Enemies are allies.

However, this discourse did not always fit in.

Battle was not just about numbers.

Combat and war were also different, as were tactics and strategies.

War, as someone said, was likely to become a consumption warfare phenomenon based on who could consume more and survive.

I see the Great Kingdom.

Even if you lose on one side, you win on the other and push your opponent.

As the plate grew larger, it was possible to overwhelm the numbers with numbers. Arithmetic calculations were often applied to reality.

But the battle was different. Although it certainly followed the common law, it was often out-of-country compared to war.

The battle was so fluid. There were also many accidents, and sometimes things that I didn't even think of cut my winnings and losses.

The war unfolding in the handover of small arms was small.

The battle wasn't that big either.

Hundreds versus hundreds at most.

Thousands versus thousands.

To what extent can individual dancing be valued on the battlefield?

The smaller the size of the battle, the greater the impact of individual dancing. An outstanding armor could create a victory on its feet, and that victory could drive the flow.

Individual dancing works, maybe hundreds to hundreds of fights. Even if it was thousands versus tens of millions, individual dancing was crumbling in front of numbers.

But this was only based on 'human’.

Wiseman went through many battlefields. I've seen a lot of armed men, and sometimes I myself have stepped on the battlefield to create a flow.

Dozens at most.

That's the number of enemies you can call from the battlefield. At least I had to be on the front lines to do it, and then I was more likely to come back to life than to come back to life.

The world was different.

The handover that the game was playing was different from the battlefields that Weissman had experienced.

New blood.

Holy magic.

The existence of a 'superman’ with transcendent power and wisdom.

They could have a greater impact on the natural battlefield. Thousands of battlefields, even thousands of battlefields, could be won or lost by one dance.

“I knew it with my head. What I realized with my heart was after face-to-face. ”

Wiseman saw the monstrous army and its people fighting. I saw a hero with transcendent powers overturn the entire battlefield with both eyes.

Without inhabitants on that battlefield, nomads in the Prairies were overwhelmingly defeated.

Had there not been a thunderstorm on that battlefield, even the people would have been defeated.

Wiseman recently felt it once again.

Thunderstorms and hectares of clashes.

The fate of two factions that only one enemy turned around.

“Admittedly, Knut was right. The lightning storm at that time is worth discussing the strongest handover. No, he's the strongest handover. ”

Wiseman quietly admitted. I didn't deny it. The lightning storm that day was really strong. To defeat Hector who gained God-like power in exchange for hundreds of sacrifices.

What if the thunderstorm of that day and Wiesman's new blood, Demon King Eclipse, clashed?

Wiseman smiled. He had a child's face that did not change after all these years. And these delusions often caused even old Weissman's blood to boil.

But not now. Wiseman watched the battlefield.

The newborn Demon King Eclipse was strong.

Following the blood of Wiseman himself and the Devil Rust, he surpassed the common newborn.

It was not invincibility.

He was not the only monster that would wipe out thousands of soldiers.

Fight with ten new blood members of the Myth Federation at the same time? It was impossible. It was just a suicide act. If you don't use the number of splenes you've prepared, it wasn't like jumping into a fire pit with a straw.

But what about the three, not the ten? How about five because it's a little bit harder?

Weissman looked down at his favorite chessboard. "Angels and demons," which Weissman created by transforming other fake gods, were overwhelmed by the fact that he was playing a game of winning and losing with Weissman. So all she could be was a rainbow manager pretending to be a good chess opponent, and she couldn't really play chess. The nature of the birth was simple.

Chessboard was narrow.

White and black militias were waging war on both sides. In fact, if I proceed five tens of thousands more, the Black Army would trample the Hundred Army, but the Rainbow Hair woman gave up the game before that.

Wiseman picked up the Black Queen. The woman with the rainbow hair gave up in the middle, so Nazic whispered to her with a number that she did not show.

“It is very difficult to fight simultaneously on this narrow reflection. What about the battlefield? ”

Wiseman asked Naresuan if he would be far away. I looked at my son across the battlefield.

The center of the Monster Legion was opened, and the Federation of Myths had to make a choice.

Where to play.

Gautama-led cavalry took the right side, followed by three quarters of the infantry. The remaining third guard the left side of the remaining Monster Legion. The archers embroidered the rain of arrows in the sky to protect the attacking allies.

Darius chose to bypass the battlefield to hit the side of the Monster Legion on the right.

Monster legions simply coped.

Monster legions on the right were attacked by the Mythical League in front, and those on the left rushed towards the Mythical League.

Then the Demon King moved on.

Demon King Eclipse flies straight for the cavalry. The rain of arrows was appalling, but the trajectory was so high and modest. No wonder you can't match the attacking allies.

The Demon King is trapped between the Cavalry of the Mythical Federation and the Monster Legion. No matter how capable I was to fly, it was crazy. The shock created by the cavalry raid was unimaginable.

Gautama, who was in the lead, laughed at the recklessness of the Demon King. For a moment, I trembled at the fact that I was afraid of the Demon King and heard the Great Sword on a wide day. I shouted as if I were projecting out of the cavalry.

“You bastard! ”

The Demon King did not respond to old age. He didn't vomit, he didn't laugh. At some point, I swung a giant sword toward Gautara that I didn't even know I was holding.

It was a frontal lattice, even if it was ignorant. The two great swords collided alternately in width and in height.

At the moment of the brawl, Gautama thought:

It's blocked.

No, I stopped it.

But neither side. It was just Gautama's illusion.

The Great Sword of the Demon has broken Gautama's Great Sword. Rather than cut, the expression was correct. A piece of the sword flies. The sword of the Demon King, who has not lost his temper, struck Gautama's upper half.

There was no guarantee that the clashes between heroes would necessarily be embodied in dozens of consensus Great Thrones. Even newborn blood is eventually made up of bones and flesh.

When Gautama intuited defeat, it was already after the Great Sword of the Demon split his body by more than half.

The Demon King did not see Gautama. His golden pupils were watching the Cavalry of the Mythical League, which would cause a collision after a few seconds.

The Great Sword severed Gautama's spine. As if bitten by a beast, Gautama's torso, torn apart by a mess, fell on a horse. The horse that was burning Gautama fell into a mess and rolled the floor.

Gautama never thought he would die like this. Even when you smash the bones of a slave bitch who weaves them out of the bed, or when you split the head of an enemy on the battlefield. Gautama himself is a newborn. Because he's the son of the great god Naresuan.

Shortly before the ceremony broke, Gautama opened his eyes to see who had killed him. But all I could see was a full field of vision.

The cavalry leader exploded.

It wasn't gunpowder. It wasn't magic. The Great Sword wielded by the Demon King in a row produced the same effect as an explosion.

Immediately after defeating Gautama, the Demon King violently swings the Great Sword that will overflow the Sakaman energy. As he threw himself out with endless force, he smashed three cavalry that rushed at once. I spread my wings wide and flew up high again.

That was enough.

Shock and Phoebora distracted the cavalry leader. Some of the horses fell, which led to a chain collapse.

Ten horsemen flew to the ground. The cavalry heads exploded in a barrel that trampled each other, and Gautama's body became flesh.

The moment he flew, the Demon King captured his next target. The cavalry leader collapsed and the raid collapsed and flew towards the next target, despite most of the troops still remaining.

The army of monsters roared. In other words, it rushed to the station towards the cavalry, which lost its impact.

Standing in the lead was the little green monster Goblin. The reason Wiseman gave the Gobbles for life was really concise.

Knife rack.

The Goblins have been trampled among the horsemen. But by doing so, I completely defeated the power of the weakened invasion. The Orcs and Minotaurs rush towards the cavalry that has lost impact.

Noticing the death of the newborn Gautama was only a small part of the newborn. Thousands of battlefields were too vast to face, and Gautama died miserably in an instant.

The Demon King crossed over the head of the infantry of the Mythical Federation. Archers couldn't shoot the bow because of their allies, and the void belonged to Demon King Eclipse.

Cambices, the newborn, pulled out the bow. It was his father's bow. A white arrow rushes towards the Demon King. The Demon King saw it, and did not clever. With a large blade, he bounces a powerful arrow from the front.

Cambices pulled the protest again. But that was after the Demon King had already appeared before Cambices' nose.

Soldiers around Cambices extend their spears reflexively. The six wings of the Demon King did not tolerate it, and each wing, like a blade, danced angrily among the soldiers.

The black vortex worked. Red Fibor covers the surroundings. In screams and howls, the devil watches Cambices.

Cambices raised his bow.

The Great Sword of the Demon divides the bow and the throne of Cambices.

“Cambices!"

Cyrus, the newborn, screams tearing. She stepped on the soldiers' shoulders and rushed straight towards the Demon King.

Demon King saw Cyrus. Despite being among thousands of enemy soldiers, he was calm. One of the six wings stabbed Cambices about to collapse. You throw Cambices toward Kirus, who escapes instantaneously with a new blood loss and tough health.

Kirus is embarrassed. It was Kirus and Cambices who loved each other terribly, even though they usually hit each other. Kirus was forced to see Cambices. I was forced to extend my arms to get him out.

And that was her last.

Boom!

With the sound of shaking the branch, the Demon King is angry with the black flash. Almost simultaneously with the Cambices thrown at him, he arrived at Kirus. While holding Kirus in his arms Cambices was very brief, he struck a great sword over her crown jewel, smiling in relief.

The newborn was also proven once again to be only human in the end.

Kirus and Cambices were equally desperate, and the two fragmented bodies fell between the soldiers.

Once again, the black vortex rises. Six wings swept around with blades, and dozens of soldiers nearby Kirus couldn't even scream.

The basics of combat were simple.

Hit a minority with a majority.

Time and space constraints were both a blessing and a curse at the same time.

Livelihoods diverged depending on how well one could implement instantaneous and unilateral multiple states.

The Demon King could not be a majority because he was alone. However, I did not allow the opponent to be a majority enough to defeat the Demon King.

The Demon King flew back up. His golden pupils were already chasing the next newborn.

“Go through!"

Darius shouts loudly and knocks on the side of the monster squad.

Gautama's death was recognized. I could see the death of a newborn with the same father without seeing it.

Darius saw the battle. This fight was ultimately won by eating the other soldier first. So I focused on the monster squad in front of me right now. As he expresses his anger, he smashes the orcs that stand in his way with a huge axe. It was a faithful time. Tactically speaking, it was the right judgment. But Darius did not know the death of Kirus and Cambices. And now I don't even know about another newborn dying at this moment.

There were several ways to utilize new blood on the battlefield.

Naresuan used newborn blood as an armament. It was natural that newcomers, who could not be opposed by ordinary soldiers, could benefit greatly by cutting down the enemy in front of them and opening the bow.

Divide the troops and let the new blood lead them.

Ten new blood relatives, called Darius, were scattered across the front lines. They were not clumped together, and there was a distance between them.

Wiseman intersected it the moment he saw the military forces of the Mythical Federation. No, actually, I knew it before I saw it. That was the most common use.

So Wiseman set the Demon King Eclipse free as a unit. The Demon King's ability to fly did not simply mean outstanding manoeuvrability. Forced the addition of Z-axis to battlefields that must be fought in a world of cotton, cotton, X-axis and Y-axis. The three-dimensional maneuver gave the Demon King the freedom of the battlefield.

There are only dozens of enemies that can be killed by the Demon King himself anyway. If the enemies were running to die, they would be able to call hundreds of people on their own, but they wouldn't be fools.

So hit the captain. Attacks the rider. Kills those who control the atmosphere of the battlefield and lowers the morale of the enemy.

In the same case now, one more effect could be expected here.

“Together! The three of us must join forces! ”

One of the newlyweds who was commanding the infantry called out and called out to the newlyweds who were commanding the troops on their left and right.

The judgment was not wrong. It was only Darius who could face the Demon King one by one.

But that led to the collapse of the unit. The commander's sudden departure caused confusion.

The Demon King cleaves the void again. Thousands of soldiers were forced to look at the Demon King's flight with a frightened face.

Each of the three new blood men pulled out a weapon. The Demon King rushed towards them.

And one of the newlyweds who watched the scene made a choice that should not be made.

“Shoot! Shoot! ”

Raviritos, the newborn, shouted almost like a scream. I ordered you to pour the rain of arrows over your allies' heads.

He was terrified.

Among the ten, he was stuck on a weak axis. He knew the deaths of Gautama, Kirus, and Cambices, and he also knew that the source of those deaths would one day overwhelm him. Therefore, he thought that the wings of the Demon King, like that of the impersonator, should be broken and dropped on the ground.

It was the same crazy order to shoot an arrow over an ally's head, but it was a new blood order. More than half of the archers under the command of Lavirinthos pulled the protest. A shot arrow crosses the air.

The Demon King didn't even care about the rain of arrows. Six wings protected the body of the Demon King, and the arrows could only cause the death of pitiful soldiers.

The Demon King strikes without stopping.

The arrows of allies that poured out in front of their eyes collided in front of three new blood men who had not lost their focus while killing soldiers.

It was definitely different as one became three. Furthermore, they were not ambushed. The deaths of Gautama, Kirus and Cambices have already shocked the mythical League, including Nareshuan, and the false gods of the mythical League have not only sat still and watched their children die.

This battlefield was the realm of the Mythical Federation. The newlyweds exerted more power than usual, as if they had the support of the world.

The Great Sword of the Demon is blocked for the first time.

It was Rethos, a newborn. His whole body was full of stone muscles. He even used holy magic to strengthen his strength and succeeded in stopping the Demon King's Dagger. Neither of the other two newborns watched. Kirito, the newborn, wanted to get behind the Demon King by using divine magic that doubles his movements. Teloman, a newborn, used the sacred magic of shooting and pressing his opponent.

It was the association of the three. The Demon King felt his body getting heavier at the moment. Kirito, who has returned behind him, expects the Dagger to reach out to him.

So the Demon King whispered.

“Rust.”

Wiseman's Angels and Demons.

Demon Rust responded. Her soul, contained in the Great Sword of the Demon, covered the body of the Demon in black smoke. It was faster than Kirito's attack anyway.

The magic of the new blood Teloman suppressed the Demon King, and Kirito's attack pierced the Demon King's back.

And that was all.

Six wings twitched once again. A dark chain formed from black smoke grabbed Kirito's body and crushed Teloman and Letos.

Teloman and Letos quickly retreated and avoided. And Teloman's magic was broken. The Demon King wielded the Great Sword toward Kirito, who destroyed the Holy Magic itself, which was suppressing with relentless power.

Kirito, tied to a chain, pinned the ground with all his might. I managed to get away from the distance of the Great Sword of the Demon. However, the Great Sword of the Demon King was no longer an ordinary Great Sword.

A black energy, like a flame rising from the end of the Great Sword, bites Kirito's throat.

Blood didn't soar like a fountain. The energy from the Great Sword of the Demon King, Demon Rust, swallowed up Kirito's blood.

Demons saw Letos and Taleman. A humming laugh echoes from the end of the sword.

Naresuan has won several times in both the phony and the Yang.

That's why he was able to disguise his calm. Four new blood men have died, but the troops have still not forgotten that the mythical Federation side is absolutely dominant. In fact, where soldiers were confronting each other, the League of Myths had a marginal advantage. In front of the new blood Darius, a small head monster is like a pile of rotten firewood.

That is why Naresuan said to himself: I was distracted by the Demon King in front of me and shouted at my followers who thought I was' defeated ’.

“Wiseman's new blood is ignored. Kill his troops. The allies are 7,000. Even if that monster kills one person per second, it takes two hours to kill them all! Before that, we kill all his troops! I put up with that monster who will eventually be alone! ”

Wiseman saw the battlefield. He also thought similar to Naresuan. That's why I saw Rust's work and stroked the head of Angel Wizz.

“Three thousand allies. Even if one dies per second, it takes close to an hour. ”

Which one is exhausted first?

And whose side is time on?

Wiseman looked away a little further. The creatures who burned Tebe flew back into the sky.

Darius also now knew the death of the new blood.

So instead of sweeping away the monster squad, he runs to the center of his allies. I had to get through the chaotic battlefield, but there was only one Demon King who could stop his way from this battlefield in the first place.

Gautama, Kirus, Cambices and Kirito are dead.

Letos was tough. Taleman was dying.

Darius' axe howls. From the armor given to me by my father Naresuan, the red energy rises like a fire.

The blessings of the gods overwhelmed Darius. At some point Darius jumped off the horse and ran. His body almost doubled, and so did the axe in his hand.

Darius erased the conundrum.

I also deeply regretted that I should have used hybrids on this battlefield, as Hephaistion said.

It was a battlefield. Even as Darius took one step, death blossomed from all sides.

Monster legions are strong.

If you keep fighting like this, even if you win, you will suffer enormous damage. No, can we really win?

I erased the temptation. I blew up the anxiety.

Darius leaps. He roars as he rushes to the ground.

The Demon King turns around. He sees Darius rushing towards him.

Since the flood, fake gods have been able to work with far more power than ever before. However, it was still difficult to make a move on a battlefield where factions and clans confronted each other. The divine power of each of the false gods interfered with each other's miracles.

It has remained unchanged since the beginning of the war of the gods. Because of this, false gods were forced to support their own species by indirect means.

Wiseman gave Eclipse all the support he could. He lowered his powerful sword and barber, and gave him six wings like a blade. Demon Rust, who has the power to strengthen the divine water, was assisting the Demon King.

Because of that, Wiseman was just watching. The battle to come was entirely in the capacity of the new blood king.

There was absolutely no victory. But Wiseman didn't even think the Demon King would be defeated.

It wasn't because of the Demon King's innate strength.

Wiseman knew how the Demon King had lived for the past decade.

He was the apex of the North.

Numerous monsters stood at the top of countless blood clots in the land that cried out to the mighty zone.

Darius' axe pours down on both sides of the earth. The Demon King did not dare to stop that infinite power. Just as his work so far had been a lie, he was stabbed in Darius' giant axe, and two rivers broke out.

It was the intended end, but Darius panicked. And within a few days, the panic became angry.

The demon king with two rivers on Darius' axe shatters and black smoke blooms. The sound of a woman's ridiculous laughter puffed Darius' ears, and Letos' new blood head fell from his body and hovered through the air.

The Demon King stood behind the back of Letos, who lost his head.

When Darius used the sacred magic of physical enhancement, the Demon King used the magic of deceiving his eyes. Rust created the Devil's incarnation with black smoke, and the moment Darius broke his incarnation, the Devil struck Letos' neck.

Darius' wrath is at its peak. Letos' death was also death, but he could not tolerate a demon who had opened his eyes.

The Demon King smiled in Darius' anger. It was the first emotion he had seen since standing on the battlefield.

“Come.”

Demon King said.

“Wiseman has no intention of ending this fight in the short term. ”

The people murmured without my knowledge. Dae-a-young looked back at the people. It was the eyes that demanded explanation, but the people could not give a clear basis.

Could have been an illusion. I didn't know it was just a rhetoric.

But the people thought so. Even if the Demon King wins the battle between the bloodlines now, it doesn't seem like one of these battles will break the line of the Mythical League.

Why did Wiseman start this fight in the first place? Because there's a mythical Federation around you? Trying to trample them in advance without reluctance?

Three thousand.

There must have been a lot of fighting between Elder and Amazoness, even more so given the fact that the battle was fought by thousands of soldiers before and after the war.

But at the same time, it was too little. Only by that number do you defeat the army of the Mythical League, destroy the city and capture civilians?

I didn't think Wiseman knew the size of the Myth Federation. He sent that number of troops, knowing that.

Was the number three thousand the maximum number of expeditions Weissman could make?

The people did not have any more relevant ideas. Dae-a-young also borrowed Garura's gaze and looked at the battlefield instead of looking at her side face.

Darius and Demon King Eclipse covet each other's lives.

The whole battlefield did not stop, but at least hundreds more stopped in place. I watched the fight with a dumb face.

The battle between the Demon King and Darius was a great boulder of power and strength. As if rooted in the earth, the two men fought so simply that they were ignorant. They swing their weapons towards each other, and the Great Sword and Axe repeated violent iron conversations.

There was a black energy in the Demon King's entire body. The golden pupil sprinkles light, and every time the Great Sword collides, the screams and laughter of the mighty woman resonate.

Darius, overwhelmed by red energy, was no exaggeration even if he was now a mythical giant. It was about four meters tall, and the axe it was holding was also large enough to swing a dozen people.

But Darius did not overcome the Demon King. The Demon King received everything from Darius with a smile as if the fight itself were fun.

The atmosphere screamed at the two men's divinity. Ordinary human beings were too close to losing their lives to be caught in the vortex of divine power.

It was Darius who fell into power first.

No matter how much the flesh of the new blood was, there was a limit to the divine power it could bear.

Darius' mass was reduced back to its usual size, and the red energy, which seemed to be on fire, also withered. The muscles ruptured and torn, bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

The Demon King slashes Darius' axe with a great sword. He shoots Darius by swinging his wings and black chains like he's been playing with them so far.

After a while, the black vortex swept away. Darius, whose whole body was bitten with blood, collapsed as if in place, and deep despair spread between the mythical Federations. The five remaining newlyweds also thought Darius should be rescued, but were crushed by despair and unable to make a move.

The Devil approached Darius. There was a strange silence on the battlefield where the battle had stopped.

Demon King said.

“You lost. ”

That was all I vomited in fostering. But the Demon King said more. Instead of slicing Darius' throat with a raised sword, he pointed south.

Hephaistion, always cold and calm, couldn't take it anymore and shouted. I crossed the battlefield of silence saying I had to save Darius.

The Demon King once again smiled. With a face mixed with despair, anger, and vanity, Darius looked back at himself and flew up high into the sky.

The battle is over. Darius retreated with his remaining troops, and the Demon King led the troops and regained control as if the expedition had been a lie. Even the gods who burned Tebe's food storage, which could be called the Grail of the Mythical Federation, flew high into the land of the North.

The people who watched the series of proceedings, Juder and Knut, could not understand the situation in the small town. What did the Demon King say to Darius? Why did the Demon King come all the way here to bite the soldiers?

If you keep fighting, even if the damage is great, it was likely that the Demon Army would eventually win. Yet he bites the military. I just stepped back.

You cut five new blood? That's enough? Are you satisfied that you killed more than a thousand people in this battle and burned down one city?

It was a ridiculous story. The Demon Army is dead, too.

How many months does it take to get around without doing this?

I couldn't understand, but it was a reality.

All the people and Knut could do was watch the march after the Myth Confederation through Garura and Juder.

It was Naresuan's will that Darius bit the military.

He sent out all his followers and sat alone in the room of the round table, biting them. Blood spilled from his fist.

Wiseman spoke through the Demon King.

I will not destroy you, but I will not allow you to stay in this land for long.

Go south.

Why Wiseman said that, what Wiseman is after. I couldn't think of anything. Naresuan only knew that he would eventually follow his words to the south.

It wasn't completely lost yet. The Mythical League did not mobilize Nephilim in this fight. Although Teve was destroyed and many soldiers died, the number of mythical leagues still exceeded fifteen thousand. He also mobilized his strength and was in manufacturing.

Moreover, isn't Darius also alive?

‘Oya, Wiseman. I'll go south as you say. ’

Go south. I'll swallow Elder and come back. I'll tear your son apart because he's stronger. I'll make you a sub-god to lick the floor.

Naresuan swallowed up anger. Instead of throwing up old age, I hit the round table with a fist.

Send the Myth Federation to the south.

Shake Knut's flesh with the soul who is eagerly expecting an amphibian statue.

It was intended from the beginning. It was an expedition aimed at him in the first place.

But not everything went as planned. Wiseman's original plan was to inflict much greater damage on the mythical Federation than it is now. The goal was to reduce troops by at least half and destroy two cities.

Weissman looked down at the chess plate.

I picked up the white king a little nervous. He said to the angel Wiz, who looked at his eyes.

“Yeah, it's not even a fantasy game. I think I saw it too easily. ”

Existence that got the Expeditionary Force bitten earlier than expected.

Who made Wiseman's territory desperate for the return of Demon King, the apex of the North.

Wiseman's gaze returned to the round table. Beyond the western coastal zone of Wiseman's territory, there is a huge island across the sea and its species.

“What a timing, Zeus. ”

Hercules and Heroes of Argo.

It was the Olympian invasion.