World Maker

A miracle event that can't be a coincidence, no matter who says it.

People refer to such beings as' heroes’.

Even the darkness of Sakaman has not stopped Elders' footsteps.

Green oils and black bears rushed to Prairie villages all night, giving orders for lightning storms, and warriors waiting in Prairie villages immediately began to prepare for battle.

Elder's military system was basically conscription. It is because a man who can fight when there is a battle with the fate of his race had to be brought together.

However, there were also minority professional soldiers in Elder. They were largely cavalry, with a high proportion of Centauri among them.

Those who earn their living by receiving a portion of the tax from all of Elders were based in Prairie towns, which could almost be referred to as the military cities of Elders.

If anyone participated in this same expedition and divided in ways that no one else did, there was of course a commotion. It is rare for a man to jump on his feet into a battlefield where his life is in danger.

That was why there was a professional soldier.

The one fighting.

A sword and shield to protect Elder.

In the case of infantry reinforcements who decided to leave at a later date, they were paid to leave the battlefield. It was an outing for all Elders, but it had to have minimal reasonableness.

The youngest of the reinforcements was also Fiora, the Knight of the Round Table.

As Juder pointed out, the distance between Elder and Britannian was far. Only God knew what would have happened between Fiora herself and Elder and Britannian.

Instead of comforting Fiora like that, Green Yooseong exerted her divine power. While activating the power of 'Yellow God Blessing’, he summoned the Holy Spirit to assist the Elders.

The black bear with the most combat experience amongst the elders did not miss out on 'time’, which is more important than anything else on this trip.

Elder's number of primary reinforcements is about two hundred.

Since the enemy is estimated to be between five and six thousand, it may sound ‘only’ two hundred, but it was not that simple.

It was a two hundred stage cavalry.

Although they were not heavily armored, the shock they exerted was not negligible. The addition of the horseman's maneuverability and the long range weapon, the organ of the Elder tradition, was also remarkable.

And there was a green oil.

Black bears treated white oil and green oil as‘ tactical weapons’, such as lightning storms.

It was almost impossible to exterminate a hundred men by herself, but it was possible for her to dig between a hundred and slap the commander's neck.

It was worth one more thing to Green Meteor.

It was the role of preventing the enemy's 'new blood’ from doing the same thing as Green Oil.

It was a furious story, but the Black Bear itself could not defeat the Green or White Meteor without a lightning storm. There was a clear gap between them and the Black Bear itself. A congenital gap that cannot be overcome by simple efforts.

The Black Bear boldly acknowledged such gaps. Instead of being angry and angry, he thanked the chaplain for giving these novices to Elder.

The black bear itself did not have to be like a lightning storm or green oil. Elder's General Black Bear was the only thing he could do.

“Yellow God. ”

The Black Bear empowered the flag in one hand. A bright light came from the ‘Blessing of the Yellow God’ with golden thread embroidery.

Elders run for Britannian.

Indeed, it was a troop like a thunderstorm.

It was under the same sky, but the flow of time was different. A man in a black mask, who dizzily sits under the flow of time, laughs.

The god of lightning of the past, now called Decor.

He almost lost all memory of his days as a fake god, before becoming a more old fake god.

All he had left was a piece of memory that was small and insignificant, even if it was a piece of hatred for Elder and the Buddha.

But Decor had no complaints. It is because I was unaware that the source of boiling anxiety was a memory gap without settling down on the one hand.

He tucks his hand into the mask and bites his nails nicely. Ever since the time of the false god, the habit of being a demon has remained unchanged.

“The Elders will join Britannia. But you don't have to worry about the man who is the strongest handover. ”

The place where Decor stood was the mythical Federation's new realm. He was confronted with Naresuan, the head of the Mythical League, and around him were several false gods of the Mythical League.

Naresuan's eyebrows twitched as he said, "The strongest handover."

Decor smiles in a black mask. Fortunately, that smile was not concealed in the mask, whether it reveals Decor's own bowels and vanity, or whether it was a tribute to Naresuan. Only the somewhat ticklish voice of Decor dizzied Naresuan's ears.

“Oh, no. No, he's the guy who was the strongest handover ever. He's dead, and the kid with your blood has grown stronger. ”

The handover's strongest warrior lightning storm.

The arrogant mortal who killed Decor himself.

A sinner who can't afford it.

Naresuan's expression was still not good. Since Darius was defeated by the Demon King of the North, he has always felt impatient. When I first discovered the existence of a lightning storm, I even saw something similar to madness.

Decor didn't like Naresuan like that. It smelled really delicious in his divinity, which was gradually degrading.

Yakin, who was standing quietly beside Decor, suddenly took a step forward. Demons often stayed in handover rather than in the new world, and she went through a period of time close to two years after the banquet. He grew taller and the flexion of his body also became more pronounced than before. The hair also grew, and now its tip touches the vicinity of the hips.

Yakin opened his mouth. It was a thick, rough voice to hit a woman.

“Elder, Britannian. Live sacrifice. Do not use it. he/she/it had not been getting along

I didn't do anthropology. Among the remaining tribes in the handover, there were very few who had never practiced anthropology, among them Elder and Britannian.

Yakin raises his hand and points to Nareshuan.

“But, you. I wrote.”

I didn't just write it. There was no fake god who offered more sacrifices than Naresuan.

Things that can't be done with pure divinity.

All the things Naresuan did in a short period of three years.

“The difference. Definitely. It's big. Very good.”

With his hands down, Yakin takes another step back. Like an automated doll that stopped running, I slightly lowered my head and stretched my shoulders, even though the grass seemed to be dead.

Naresuan looks at Decor standing on Yakin's back instead of Yakin. Among the demons, it was at least Decor that the conversation worked.

“I have one question for you. ”

“As much as you want. It's a famous saying, you know? Demons don't lie. ”

Is it the memory of a human time, or is it the knowledge infused in your head, like all the knowledge you've learned since you became a demon?

Decor didn't know and didn't care much. Naresuan raises his power like he threatens Decor, and speaks through divine magic.

[There are several tribes that have fallen under the name of Alliance. There are also deities of the species that have been killed. So they've become like you?]

Naresuan didn't know exactly about the devil. It was after the banquet that I began to confront the demons as directly as I do now. Until then, I didn't even know who the empowerment target was when I offered the sacrifice.

Yakin and Decor gave Naresuan only a slight ear to their origins among the false gods of the Mythical League.

Instead of disappearing, the lost false God was reborn as the 'Devil.’

It was not a lightly handed matter.

It was also a story that could be a 'lifebook’ in the game. But it was also an ominous story at the same time. It was said that the person who had grudged against Naresuan himself might still be in the game.

Decor guessed what was in Naresuan's stiff face. He rolled his eyes like a cheap glass bead and replied.

[No, it's different. Me and Yakin are special.]

I didn't have the heart to explain each and every one. Decor spoke with nurturing.

“I can win. As Yakin said, there is no false god in the handover who has sacrificed more than you. That's why we're here. You and your kind are special. Your army is strong. ”

Decor's voice was sweet. It sounded like that, even though it was a ticklish voice that might be offensive to hear it. Eat the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

“Swallow Elder and Britannian. Make everything they've accomplished yours. And Wiseman makes that cocky bastard kneel before your feet. ”

“I won't have to rush it. ”

Naresuan answered with a quite loud voice, as if pushing Decor's voice away. Decor smiled once again. He whispered lightly, rubbing his hands in black gloves.

“I look forward to it, I'll watch. ”

At the end of the speech, Yakin and Decor painted with black smoke. The sky rises high, and within a few days it scatters along the wind.

Naresuan looked up at the sky with his eyes mixed with mistrust and hostility, and Pentesileia looked at the same sky.

“Nareshuan, you're swinging. ”

Wiseman, who peered at the mythical Federation of the New World through the eyes of Pentecollaia, filled his tongue with short words. A rainbow haired woman sitting face to face with him playing chess did not say this despite sharing her perspective with Weissman.

Weissman lifts up a white knight and grabs the eyes of a rainbow haired woman.

“It's a blatant intervention. Is that why you warned me so much about demons? ”

The woman with the rainbow hair did not answer this time. She always kept her mouth shut and said nothing, except to warn her a few words when she heard about the devil. It's like it's forbidden to tell stories like this about demons.

Sacrifice.

Obtain power from the Devil by offering sacrifices.

What is a demon? Is it simply replaced by a white mask? It was hard to think like that. Unlike the demons, the white masks were not actively involved in the game.

“Who do you think will win? ”

A woman with rainbow hair lifts her head. More than half of his face was still covered in masks, but his lips and eyes were not even covered. She was anxious.

“Don't you want Elder and Britannian to win? ”

Wiseman has never had an in-depth conversation with anyone else. That is why I was forced to analyze the presence of a woman with rainbow hair.

The woman with the rainbow hair basically wished Wiseman victory. Although there seemed to be a number of constraints to the rules, it was no exaggeration to call them devotional attitudes.

The representatives of the other couples heard at the banquet were extremely passive. Why is it that only a woman with rainbow hair is so different? Is it because Weissman himself is the only player who started out in a somewhat disadvantaged position?

There was one more peculiarity in the behavior of a woman with rainbow hair.

She liked Elder. To be precise, I liked Elder's fake gods, Article 17.

Again, she wished Elder and Britannian victory. Is such favouritism attributed to a 'Joe who does not borrow the power of the devil’, or is it based elsewhere?

Wiseman puts the white knight on top of the phantom. The woman with the rainbow hair said again instead of returning as a black soldier.

“Tell me objectively. ”

Thanks to Pentecollaia, Weissman was able to see the information of the Mythical League as he looked into his palms.

In the case of Elder and Britannian, it was an 'honest Joe’ who did not use sacrifices, so it was possible to extract approximate data by observing them from afar.

Wiseman lightly tapped his reflexes with his fingers.

A woman with rainbow hair shrunk her lips once, moving a black soldier, and Weissman replied.

“Once there is a big difference in numbers. Winning a majority with a decimal is challenging at any time and anywhere. The quality of the troops we have is also difficult to see if Elder and Britannian are ahead of us. Both Elder and Britannian have excellent unit combat power... but you can't ignore monsters of Alliance. On one side, the Myth Federation is advantageous. The presence of new blood on the other hand is also disturbing because of the hybrids. ”

The woman's shoulders with the rainbow hair are slight but sagged. She couldn't tell Weissman to help Elder and Britannian.

Weissman raised the White Queen instead of stroking her head. He said in a single glance across the reflex.

“That's why you need a hero. ”

A myth created by the Myth Federation.

More than twenty Nephilim.

Darius, the monster of Alliance, entered the path of Sura with the sole purpose of killing the Demon King.

All kinds of evil weapons, even if it's treacherous.

It is not just numbers that need to be overcome.

What is needed is a miracle.

Being able to overcome all of this.

The White Queen, laid down by Weissman, blocked the Black King's way out. I split the game's winning and losing by only one number.

A woman with rainbow hair lifts her head. Wiseman taps the White Queen lightly with his fingertips.

“Miraculous performer. ”

Someone who does miracles that can't be coincidental, no matter what.

The lightning storm, the strongest warrior in handover.

‘Can you do it too? Do you think you can make it? ’

Wiseman's gaze turned to the White King.

I looked at the Knight King of Britannia.

Britannian, the knight's country, consisted of three villages. The population per village ranged from two thousand to three thousand, and it was no exaggeration that all three villages had equal power.

The Britannians, who were naturally large and powerful, were born warriors. They worshipped nothing, and neither men nor women had forgotten the spirit of commerce.

Knights of the Knight King Jude Pandragan and thirteen Knights of the Round Table.

The Knight King did not hide the enemy's army from the people. The warriors of Britannia gathered beside the king with their armor.

The number of warriors gathered like that is four thousand. If you restrict your troops for supply and combat aids, there are 3,000 troops available to fight. The number of those who were able to fight properly was a bit laughable, as Judas had predicted in the past, but it was a tremendous number.

The expected number of hostiles is between five and six thousand.

It was almost twice that number, but this was worth fighting for. Given that Elder's reinforcements would be added at a later date, it was a battle that could be won.

Juder went out with only three hundred men lightly. To slow down the Alliance's march a little.

The infantry, led by seasoned knight Vedivier, slowly advanced. It was a priority goal for Judah to prepare and wait on the plains where he decided to fight.

The vast plain was a double-edged sword to Britannians.

It was good to run the cavalry, which is Britannian pride and the strongest paratrooper, but also because the battlefield with the greatest 'numerical advantage’ was plain.

The best thing for Britannians was Elder's reinforcements arriving before the clashes with the Alliance. And in order to do that, we had to somehow make a 'long distance' that would be a natural barrier between each race as an ally.

Britannian and Elder allies who must join before the battle.

An Alliance that must be defeated individually before Elder and Britannian can join forces.

Each one turned his back on the wind, and the time he sped flowed as always.

“Something's wrong. ”

The fortieth day after he led the cavalry.

It was also the third day that I started slowing down Alliance's troops by shooting bows or hovering around in the distance.

Binding Alliance's feet was smooth. If it continues like this, there will be a battle after Elder's reinforcements arrive in Britannia.

But Juder's expression was not good. The knight Kay, who was with me next to him, looked up and laughed.

“King, isn't everything going as intended? Even if their march speed is reduced by half, it's no exaggeration. ”

Alliance's squad consisted almost entirely of infantry. More than 5,000 infantry troops with long spears marched out, as if the forest were moving.

But I couldn't catch a fast foot cavalry in the woods. Alliance had a cavalry, but it wasn't that many. The Alliance was simply moving towards Britannia. And that slowed down, as Knight Kay said. I couldn't completely ignore Judas' cavalry, which is running annoying.

Obviously it was as planned. It wouldn't be weird to put up pleasantries.

“But it's weird. I don't feel good. ”

Juder and more than three hundred cavalry members climbed up the hill and watched Alliances marching from a distant distance. Just looking from this distance forced the opponent to feel pressure, and that pressure again led to a decline in the pace of the march.

Knight Isolde asked cautiously.

“Is it because of something that hasn't changed? ”

Instead of being straightforward, he slightly opened his eyes. Knight Kay asked Isolde.

“You haven't changed? What's that supposed to mean? ”

Among the knights of the round table, along with Vedivier, Kay, who belonged to the extended group, rarely left Britannia. The same was true three years ago when Judas went to scout the North.

Isolde looked at Juder and replied.

“The Alliance is almost unchanged from what we saw three years ago. The composition of the paratroopers is almost the same. ”

“Is that weird? ”

“Three years ago that day, the Alliance was defeated by the Demon Army. Actually, it was closer to the defeat of the longevity than the defeat of the army... But it must have been defeat anyway. Wouldn't it be a little weird if it hadn't changed? ”

It was, in fact, difficult to change the nature of the army in a single battle. However, two conditions compelled Isolde's story.

One was that the defeat was three years ago, and the other was the presence of false gods.

Over the past three years, Britannian has experienced many changes. No, it wasn't just the silk Britannians. Most of the species present in the handover were too fast to develop. It was difficult to think that the Alliance, which had a population as low as me, would have been born alone in that flow of change.

“That's not all. ”

Juder said low. I remained focused on Alliance troops still in the march.

“There are far fewer powerful beings than there were three years ago. ”

Newborn blood was a way to recognize newborn blood. It was an alliance that lost five new blood to the Demon King, but on the contrary, it was only five. There were still five new blood relatives left in the Alliance.

But I couldn't see it. I've been wanting to look around for the last three days, but all I had to do was read two miracles.

Two out of five.

Three invisible.

Maybe he didn't go out to defend Alliance headquarters. In fact, it made the most sense to think like that.

But I couldn't think of that. It wasn't because the Alliance was too embarrassed about herself and Britannia.

‘He who holds an axe in red armor. ’

King of the Alliance who fought with the Demon King.

I didn't see the man. It was hard to think that the man, who was no one else, would remain for defence.

Juder tried to reverse a fight he had learned three years ago through trust.

The Demon Army and Alliance collided in front.

The Demon Army has bypassed some of its troops and overtaken the Alliance.

I wrote the same number. How many of the newborns led the recruits and other troops to attack Britannia elsewhere?

It was unlikely that Britannian was as distant from the city as the Alliance. Infantry troops preparing for a battle in the plains were also nearby.

If so, what?

What's different about the fight of the day and the fight of the day?

Juder turned his gaze. I looked south, not north. I opened my lips without even knowing.

“Elder.”

The best number for the Alliance was the Character Wave.

Elder and Britannian strike one by one before they stick together. Elder, divided into two groups: cavalry and infantry, strikes before he becomes one.

Decor's thin tail tore long in the air. Yakin looks at the handover with dry eyes.

The handover of the crop was unusual.

Too few populations compared to technological advances. They were fighting each other for miles.

Distance.

Absolute barrier to be substituted with time.

Naresuan did not think of the street as an obstacle. Depending on your use, you could be as many allies as you want.

The Eudorian Pandragan slowed down the Alliance Bond's pace by harnessing the power of the Foot Quick Cavalry.

Excellent. I was willing to put my hands and feet in that mess as much as I could.

Naresuan maneuvers those who can move faster than the cavalry. With overwhelming unit combat power, minority versus minority fighting was a unit that could be confident in invincibility.

The ground was too wide.

Focusing on the enemy's spirit, I was able to make my way back as much as I could. Just as Nareshuan himself was beaten by the Wiseman in the past.

The black drake that burns Darius, king of the Alliance, rips the sky apart. Hephaistion, the newborn on the Griffon, followed, and twenty-two Nephilim piloted by the newborn with Hephaistion threw up their wings and vomited.

“Take as much time as you want. I don't care about it either. ”

Naresuan did not hide his smile.

The Elders were illuminated in the eyes of the new blood Darius.

The first thing I discovered was Fiora, the Knight of the Round Table. She raised her hand reflectively, pointing to the sky, and vomited a scream close to her scream.

They were pouring from heaven so fast.

It was strange.

Some were covered in scales, while others were furry. It was like a winged and horned bird, but its appearance was thousandfold.

They vomited a roar. I flew this way as if I were going to crash.

“Spread out!”

I shouted as hard as I could with a black bear. Unlike Fiora, he has seen monsters several times. But he had never seen a number like this before.

What if those monsters enter between the Elders like this?

If those monsters, who had no one else to deal with but the lightning storm, began to exert force in earnest, would more than two hundred Elders survive?

It was negative. Even if I overcame diarrhea, the consequences would be unbearable.

That's why the black bear abandoned the fool. He spurred immediately after issuing the 'pre-treaty' scattering order.

Time splits. Slow passes.

It was a metaphor. Watching the Nephilims rushing towards Elders reacted differently.

Naresuan looked forward to the entertainment of blood.

Weissman grasps the chess horse as if it were interesting, and the rainbow haired woman bites her lips.

Knut energized the console to urge Eudor.

The people were calm.

Although somewhat contrary to expectations, this was within the margin of error.

Asca, who matched Bart to the console, said:

“I can't last long. There's only five minutes left. Maybe three squads. This is so ultramain. ”

Edwin laughed, and Tefnet held his hands together. I put up a prayer that I did not know who I was heading for.

Three years in handover time.

The people and Article 17 also saw the battle between the Demon King and Darius. I didn't forget the defense against them when I was going to get into a fight.

“That's enough. ”

Dae-a-young replied.

The split time led back to one. Time regained my speed, and Nephilim's monsters collided with the Elder Cavalry, which began to scatter alongside the roar.

No, I didn't crash.

Wind volcanic rock mines.

Chopstick Trust.

Something passed by Nephilim as he collided with the ground. A remnant of green sprays into the air, and Nephilim's creature, which was pouring out, changes direction like a lie.

The green trajectory landed on the ground. A long, tied green hair draws a clear line along the wind.

It was the back of the little girl that was seen by the elders who had fallen back scattered. As always, it was the beautiful Princess Elder's greenish oil castle.

But it was different now. Those who stood before them at this moment were not green oils.

Supreme divine magic.

Strength.

Knut spilled his laughter. Suddenly, she bursts into a heartbreaking smile that seems to have been pulled up from the end of her lungs.

Weissman dropped a chess horse without my knowledge. The woman with the rainbow hair drew a bright smile.

Naresuan vomits a screaming sigh.

There were still twenty-one Nephilim in the sky. Nephilim, who crashed on the ground, was also not dead, and Darius, the Alliance's strongest newborn, was also rebuilt.

But I wasn't a bit afraid. He loosens his long hair high and clutches his fist. I glanced at the hordes of the sky with a green glow burning like a flame.

A minority versus a few fights?

Overwhelming unit combat power?

“Come.”

Come as many times as you want.

Anybody, come.

“I am Dan-a-young. ”

Elder's Fighting God.

The strongest man in the world.

Strong Dan-A-young stepped on the handover. I smiled brightly.