World Maker

There was a woman in the world who was called a martyr.

Her dishonor.

The power she gave me.

There were many enemies. There were twenty-one Nephilim that caused fear on the outside, and the Alliance's strongest newborn Darius in monster-like water.

The strength of one Nephilim was unknown. It was a nightmare, assuming each of those monsters had the same powers as the demons the lightning storms had encountered in the past.

If it was the people of the time who first started the games of the gods, they would have been desperate.

If I had just begun to learn martial arts, I would have been afraid.

But not now. I didn't have to worry about it now that I was able to read the power of the absolute in front of my eyes.

Circumstances requiring a miracle.

When God's blessing must come down.

“If you need a miracle, I'll wake you up. ”

The right and duty of God to defend his race.

There was not much the false gods could do in a race match with a race god. It was not possible to launch a wide-ranging attack by directly inflicting psychic powers, and it was not possible to bring down the battlefield itself and cause its death.

But no intervention was possible. There was no limit to the divine magic used by the tribe.

It is almost impossible for God to set fire to the battlefield himself.

However, it is possible to burn the battlefield with divine magic by borrowing the power of God.

Holy magic.

Strong.

An approximation that can only be used by Article 17. Number of spleen.

Elder has become one of the divine powers of all six gods. Supported one magic that should be shown as a miracle.

It was an incomprehensible situation.

Wind volcanic rock mines, wind turbines.

It was sitting in the air at some point. Standing among the Nephilims became a stubborn face and saw Mandarius. No, I saw ‘Alliance's Army’, not Darius.

The wind broke.

It was the same wind as a cold, sharp blade.

Wind volcanic rock mines, sandstones.

The moment the blade of wind tore three Nephilim apart, dark-red blood burst into the air, Darius missed the woman with green hair in her sights. And I perceived her presence through sound.

A tremendous noise echoed from the ground. I didn't even know what happened. A Nephilim presses against the floor like a giant hammer. The bones of the whole body were crushed, and the leather was also torn.

Bubble volcanic rock mines, and encephalitis.

Lightning struck me. I could only describe it that way. A green flash flashes before your eyes, and the green spark spreads like a remnant. Three burned Nephilim once again crashed into the ground. All three parts of the body were abnormally twisted or burst. Maybe he was desperate before he got hit by a lightning bolt.

Darius opened his mouth. But my voice didn't pop out. Fear of uncertainty strangled him. Nephilim, like the beast, was confused by the inability to adapt to unaware situations.

Hephaistion, a newborn, was no different either. He coldly sweats, grasping the magic bead that dominates the Nephilim. My whole body was wet one day.

A green-haired woman appeared again in front of those alliances. It was as if it had been hidden in the air between the Nephilim scattered everywhere.

She stepped gently on the air like the ground and lifted her head.

Darius' mouth finally comes out with a scream.

“Spread out!"

But it was too late. The presence in front of my eyes was already moving.

Wind volcanic rock mines, celestial mines.

Between heaven and earth, a mad wind blew. Thunderstorms erupted in all directions, and every time a green remnant flashed, Nephilim crashed to the ground.

Darius couldn't do anything. I couldn't even think of releasing the new power from my father Naresuan.

Demon King Eclipse.

The one who first told Darius that he was defeated.

I gave up a lot of things to beat him. Only to beat him, I tried like crazy for the last three years.

But it wasn't.

The Demon King was not absolute. Nor was he the strongest in the world.

Weak.

Everything is powerless before our eyes.

“It's cheating! It's cheating! ”

Decor shouts, but no one listens to him. Unlike usual, Yakin, who had a feeling of fear and surprise on the front, looked down on the ground with his eyes wide open.

Voices and other voices made the impression, as if they had seen terrible things, but that was all.

The man in the black mask, Amon, was calm. I was amazed at the power of martial arts that came down to the handover, but I was not embarrassed.

Amon had already seen something similar.

No, it certainly means something stronger.

Wiseman teases his hands in the air. I picked up the chess horse that I dropped on top of my phantom.

I panicked. I was really agitated in hundreds of years.

But he was a Wiseman. I suppressed my emotions and regained my peace. I still asked in a slightly trembling voice.

“Is this unfairness allowed? ”

I already had the perception that Dae-A-young was strong before. But I was out of my league. Looking back at his life for thousands of years, the strength of Dang Ayong was unusual.

Reinforcement of the divine power through living offerings could not be considered a sin. After all, it was a legitimate deal to consume ‘resources’ in the game to gain power.

But it wasn't before my eyes. There was a significant difference from Joe's composition in the first place.

Before the rainbow haired woman answered Moora, Wiseman's reason said two things.

That's how you are, Wiseman.

It is also the fulfillment of Article 17 that reveals the strength of the only person who should be watched.

A woman with rainbow hair drew a bitter smile.

Time has slowed down.

A woman with iridescent hair looks into the eyes of a Wiseman in a still or otherwise slow flow.

“Wiseman, eldest son of the century, Methuselah. ”

Immortal.

You who have lived for decades and built and destroyed a kingdom with your own hands. A giant of history who destroyed dozens and hundreds of nations and directed countless wars to dominate the history of the world. He who ruined his own memory and watched everything that ends in vain.

I bet you already know.

I'm sure you're aware of that.

Unfair?

Appropriate measures should be taken to strike a balance between each?

The woman with the rainbow hair shook her head. He said in a voice that would burst into tears in no time.

“There's no reason for this game to be fair. ”

Dae-a-young was anxious.

In the handover, each of them was a spokesperson for fear, but Dang Ayong was only a child. If I had enough time, I could deal with a fever or a hundred.

But there was not enough time.

Much more than I expected.

“Green oil won't last long! It's a sad limit!”

Asca shouts. The Supreme Divine Magical Strength literally descends God's power and will on creatures.

No wonder there was such a great burden on the part of those who accepted it. It was clear that if someone other than the Green Oil, who is the best neural power of Elder and strangely resembles Dang Ah-young, had used Strength for less than ten seconds, the body would have disappeared and even the soul would have disappeared.

Asca's theory anticipated five minutes. Given the variables, he was convinced that the worst would be more than three minutes.

But it wasn't. One variable was beyond Asca's expectations.

Dae-a-young was too strong.

Her volcanic rock mine had no other way of expressing it than to say that it was the power of God.

In less than a minute, Nephilim was killed by more than half. Few remained in the sky, and at least one hand and one foot could not be teased by the overwhelming strength of Dang Ayong.

But it was clear that he was not dead. No one knew what would happen after the absolute disappearance before their eyes.

Fifteen.

Dan-A-young, who burst the head of the sixteenth Nephilim, raises his head and looks at Darius, king of the Alliance. Late regrets have been pushed.

It was Nephilim and Darius who were equally weak in front of Dang Ayoung, but not Elder. At the very least, Darius had to defeat him and unleash strength, increasing the chances of Green Oil and Elders surviving.

But everything didn't turn out as intended.

Asuka and Tefnet scream in the new world.

I could see that Dang Ah-young himself was clearer than anyone.

Green oil was the limit. Her green hair, reminiscent of fresh grass leaves, turned white. His hands and feet trembled, and the breath of his soul became so weak that it could not be heard properly.

I had to untie myself.

Dan-A-young conflicted in almost halted time.

I looked up at the sky with two feet on the ground.

Just two steps.

I could kill Darius if I took two steps. Even if I didn't kill him, I could at least leave a fatal wound.

But I lacked those two steps. I didn't even have time to take one step.

I thought three minutes would be enough. In fact, there would have been no problem if a third of the time had been given. That is why I dealt with each of the enemies closest to me. I didn't even feel the need to prioritize between Nephilim and Darius.

But it wasn't three. At least three minutes later, the time I expected was actually shorter without a jaw, so I couldn't get to that half.

What happens if we untie him now?

It was a good thing Darius and Nephilim ran away scared, but unlikely. The green oil, full of power, collapsed on the floor as if a puppet had been cut off. If I saw it, I was lucky to run away, but I was much more likely to run to the station and try to kill it. There will be a fake god named Naresuan behind Darius.

I had to deal with Nephilim and Darius, who were left with only black bears and elders.

Will it be possible?

The Black Bear was certainly an excellent warrior. Two hundred Elders also possessed a unit combat power that could not even be compared to the past.

But I thought it was not enough.

The conflict over Charlena had to end. No matter how unholy they were, they could not create a miracle that would extend the accident indefinitely and stop time.

Dae-a-young loosened his strength. I couldn't kill the Green Meteor with my hand. It was a choice.

The consciousness of Dae-A-young, who had come to the handover, returned to the new realm. Dong-a-young, who raised himself from the round table, screamed.

“Green oil!”

The absolute fell into place. It was only a matter of breathing as thin as dying soon as possible.

His head bites white, and the energy of martial arts, which seemed to swallow the whole world, vanishes like a lie.

It was like suddenly breaking a rope that had been pulled tightly. Nephilim and Hephaistion vomited their last breath. Suddenly liberated from the horror of death, he complained of severe pain.

Darius was not very different either. He understood the power of the absolute more than anyone else here, so he was forced to react sensitively.

Darius couldn't think of anything. I didn't think I should kill the girl in front of my eyes, I didn't think I should run away. He needed at least a few breaths.

But there were others who didn't.

Since he was not standing on the battlefield himself, there was a man by Darius who could make more reckless, colder judgments because he was in a position to stand back and watch.

“Strengthen. Kill all that is before your eyes. ”

Naresuan commands. Darius reflectively follows one of them. In the past three years, I have been activating the power I have gained by offering so many mountain offerings.

Things have changed dramatically.

The force scale changed the direction of energy dramatically.

Decor, hoping for Elder's annihilation, draws a grumpy smile.

Naresuan also wiped the sweat and waited for the massacre to happen in front of his eyes.

Wiseman grabbed the White King.

The woman with the rainbow hair just drew a generous smile instead of saying more Moora.

“It's okay."

Young Min grabbed Dang Ayong's hand. And at that moment, Dan-A-young saw. I could hear it.

The voice of a green meteor like a squeeze. A field of view that can be shared through leads that still remain a little. A view of the two eyes of the Green Oil Star.

A red energy burst from Darius' entire body. Even Hephaistion and Nephilim ate the energy, which continued to grow after swallowing the holy water.

It was a horrible sight. It was so transcendent that it was so different from the power of martial arts that it was impossible to feel properly. It was a force that I felt even more afraid of because I could recognize its strength.

The black bear wanted to run horses. He wanted to save the Green Meteor even at the cost of his life. But Fiora grabbed that black bear. I lost my mind to Darius' power and taught it to the Black Bear.

The black bear turns her gaze along Fiora's hand. And I witnessed.

“It's okay."

Green oil said to Dae-young. He continued to speak in the voice of the squeezed soul, not in fostering. I drew a beautiful smile.

“Arrived... ”

The last thing I saw was a man's back.

It was a pure white armor. The golden broad ripples spread out, sprinkling the remnants of the light, and the red cape wrapped around the left shoulder was scattered by the wind.

That's why Green Oil was relieved. I let go of the string of my mind without worrying a bit.

The New Testament of Article 33.

The six fake gods stretched out on the table with a feverish face. Guinevere and Merlin, who were unable to endure the rapid depletion of their psychic abilities, were confused, and even a strong knight like Percival appeared blurred.

Between them, Knut Pandragan raises his head.

He gave orders to his son, the rightful heir to the Holy Kingdom of Britannia, and to the Knight of God, who inherited his power.

“Protect, and show me. ”

The power of swordsmanship that will not bend to martyrdom.

The true power of that great Holy Kingdom of Britannia!

The Knight King, Jude Pandragan, did not look back.

Instead of holding Lady in her arms, she stands firmly and gazes at the sky.

The enemy in front of me was definitely strong.

It was more powerful than the Demon King I had seen three years ago.

But there was no fear. Rather, fierce anger burned the Knight King's heart.

Destroys the enemy. It becomes a wall that no one can cross, blocking between Lady and the enemy.

Jude Pandragan, Knight King of Britannia.

Wrapped in pure white gloves, he reached for the waist dance.

I pulled out the sword of the king, which shines golden flashes.

“Excalceliberatus. ”

It's a glorious morning.

Sword of Liberation.

The flow was fast. A series of unimaginable events confused Naresuan.

The woman with the green hair was too strong. Even though I witnessed it clearly, it wasn't real.

Demon Yakin and Decor said clearly.

Elder and Britannian did not use live offerings. They sacrificed not a single tribe.

Then what is that strength? Elder only poured the divine power to one woman so far? No, can that strength be explained even if it is possible?

The Demon King's strength was convincing. He was certainly strong, and even though he killed the newborn of the Myth Federation in a row, there was a possibility in the workshop. At least I knew how to die.

But this time it was different. Nephilim died when I thought it was just a flash away. Neither was it enough for a big adult to beat a child's wrist. It was close to trampling bugs and killing them.

Even the Demon King couldn't do that. No, even if it was not Nephilim who was there, the same result would have been obtained.

Can I do this?

Is this possible?

It was so unrealistic that it could become rather cold. That's why when the woman with the green hair suddenly fell down, she was able to give an immediate order when her hair was white.

Kill him. Get rid of him.

That can't be normal.

Yeah, no wonder there's a time limit. Erase it from this world before it rises again.

I expressed it coldly, but perhaps I lost my mind to fear.

And now.

The new one.

Standing in front of Elder's monster and staring at Darius.

I knew it. It was a man I had already investigated.

New Blood of Britannian, Knight King Jude Pandragan.

I couldn't help thinking about how the guy who was supposed to be wandering around Alliance's main base showed up here right now.

Naresuan stumbles. He sits in place as if collapsed and vomits a rough breath. Once again, I looked for a new Britannian blood drawn from a golden sword.

It was no problem. It was an enemy that had to be defeated by Darius someday anyway.

It was rather nice to fight here without an army. This was a more favorable fight. The woman with the green hair twisted her reality, so Darius was strong enough.

The red energy that swells up like it explodes from Darius' entire body sinks again. Darius, united with the new Drake, stands in the air, and Nephilim and Hephaistion, influenced by Darius, are in combat.

Nareshuan swallowed a dry spit. I ordered loudly to make up my mind.

“Fight! Kill him, Darius! ”

The absolute command of a race god.

Darius obeys. He vomits like a beast.

Wiseman did not see the Eudor Pandragan. His gaze was not even directed at the weary Green Meteor.

Wiseman stares straight at the woman with rainbow hair. The woman with the rainbow hair drew a sad smile in front of the Wiseman's gaze.

Why did she sound like she was crying? Why are you making such a sad face?

“This game is not fair. There is no need to be fair. ”

Wiseman said as if he was a brainiac. I rolled a chess horse in my palm.

The war of the gods was a 'contest’.

It was the scene of a battle in which false gods spread their proxy among their own kind.

Win a contest to become a real god.

So this contest is a kind of test to filter out the real God.

Those who participated in the game were truly diverse because they became fake gods. Some were extremely ordinary, others as close to rebellion as Weissman himself.

Calibration was natural.

The difference between a Joe with multiple co-workers and a Joe with one co-worker, the difference between starting conditions like this.

But was that calibration really natural? Was it really necessary?

There were many unfair elements in this game in the first place. The same was true of the demon attacks that took place at the beginning of the game.

The woman with the rainbow hair declared that there was no need to be fair.

Is it because the War of the Gods is not a fun and pleasant quiz competition?

Is it because the defeated are cruel survival competitions to choose a real god?

No, I'm not.

If that's not possible.

Wiseman's eyes turned sharp.

The shocking strength that Dae-A-young showed was not a top consideration. Wiseman only saw a woman with rainbow hair. She wanted to see the game itself ‘differently’ based on all the actions she had taken so far.

The woman with the rainbow hair smiled again at the appearance of such a Wiseman. I kicked my grief out of my face and laughed cute.

“Judas is fighting. Didn't you want to know the power of Knut? ”

The woman with the iridescent hair said with a slight tilt of her head raised her finger and pointed at the screen. Wiseman's gaze returned to the screen. He holds the Golden Sword and holds the Knight King in his eyes.

“X Caliber. ”

X Carlsberratus.

Sword of Liberation.

Wiseman put the White King down on top of the phantom.

Darius, who became one with the divine, could not be seen as already a human being. The body swelled greatly and was more than four meters tall, and the red armor became Darius' skin and shell. A pair of giant bat wings spread out behind his back, covering the sky. A bull's horn rises on his head and pierces the sky.

Lion's mouth and crocodile's tail and eagle's claws.

There were things in the sky that responded to the roar of ‘monsters’. It was Nephilim who changed even more strangely. The newborn Griffon and the one-year-old Hephaistion howl with the eagle's mouth.

Judah sees monsters with cold eyes. Instead of being afraid, I spread a wide ripple like a flame.

“I'll be right back.”

The low whispered yuder stuck to the ground. It flashed up in a single stroke.

Fiora, the Knight of the Round Table, looked behind him. A black bear jumping from a horse rushes out like a bullet and secures a green oil star.

Darius and Nephilim also moved. They did not run to only one Judas with a large number of people.

Just as three Nephilim flew away from Judas, they split wide to the left and right. Only Darius, Hephaistion, and three Nephilim rushed to Juder.

Judas ignores the Nephilims who try to run to Elder to avoid him. I swung the sword of liberation as I rushed.

It wasn't because I couldn't deal with everyone alone. There was no way to stop Nephilim from fleeing to the ground.

Yeongmin said.

“It's still there. ”

I couldn't understand Dan-A-young. However, within a few minutes, I cheered on the roar of the ringless sound. I apologized in my heart for forgetting that I was not anyone else. I shouted out loud.

“With Walha!”

Eastern High Priestess Walharang jumped over Elders' heads. The silent hunter proved his existence with sharp teeth and claws.

And it wasn't just Walharang. In lieu of Elder, Article 17 did not commit the act of exporting only one of the four men to the battle destined for Britannia and Elder.

Lightning tore the sky apart. Garura, a Westerner who was retreating to avoid interfering with the fights of the warriors, flew in a different direction from Walharang and distracted Nephilim's vision.

The black bear pulled the sword. The Knight Fiora of the Round Table also lifted his sword. The Elders put a helmet in Atlas, the glory of the green god.

Violent fighting began in both heaven and earth.

Darius thought himself strong. Until he was defeated by the Demon King three years ago, he had never been defeated, and was the strongest of all the newcomers to the Alliance.

Nephilim, who was also the subject of clandestine fears among the new blood, was also only a beast to Darius.

So Darius was right to be strong. Even though he was defeated by the Demon King, the fact remained unchanged, and Darius was desperate to gain more power.

Darius himself was strong.

But that belief, that thought, was broken and crushed.

Eudor Pandragan was a fighter. He was a knight of God, a sword and shield to defend Britannians.

The first collision was between Juder and Nephilim. Nephilim, whose whole body was covered with red flakes like a helmet worm, evoked a hard rock. Nephilim, who is confident in his defenses, raises his arms wide and rushes to Juder. Juder saw it. It has passed through Nephilim, living freely in the air.

Dagger.

A light attack carried out by a Eudorian Pandragan by the side of the Nephilim.

Juder did not look back. Nephilim, like a rock, was no longer in his head.

Nephilim crashes. Even Darius is torn apart by a dagger.

Elf Sword Excalibur.

The Black Light of Liberation shines once again. He presented his glorious power towards the second Nephilim facing him.

There was no fear of uncertain oils such as green toothpaste. It was not a transcendental force that could not even see what was happening.

But it was just overwhelming.

The moment the light flashed, Nephilim's body split in two. Nephilim, which had been neatly cut from the groin to between the groin, fell to pieces.

It happened in a short time. He only wielded the sword twice, and with it he wiped out two Nephilim in this world.

Judah's eyes chased after the third Nephilim. And at that moment Naresuan decided.

You cannot win as Darius.

Maybe it was too early. Naresuan was quite confident in chess, but only learned how to fight. I had never experienced the practice of standing at the crossroads between life and death.

Darius was strong. As you put tremendous power into him, an axe of Darius could stop that golden sword.

But Naresuan was convinced. I didn't even know how many times that conviction was attributed to the instinct that led him to victory, or whether it was just a misrepresentation of confusion. Naresuan just shouted. I only thought about getting out of this crazy situation.

“Retreat! Retreat! Darius!"

A golden trajectory was drawn on the body of the third Nephilim. With a bright light, the mountains scattered in pieces.

Darius howls. Born and barely experienced defeat, he cannot understand this moment now. I didn't even want to admit it. But it was a reality. Father Naresuan's orders were absolute.

Darius spread out his wings and did his best. He wanted to rise vertically and leave the battlefield. Hephaistion moves to help Darius escape. Similarly, under the absolute command of the race god, he ran to Judas screaming.

No! I don't want to fight! I don't want to die like this!

He, who was always cold and calm, eventually collapsed. Cursed by the god who abandoned himself, he swung his arms and legs with a machete.

Juder was not excited. I was not impatient to see Darius fleeing. Focused on the opponent in front of his eyes and avoided Hephaistion attacks with minimal movement.

The panda dragon was not invincible.

There was only one sword left for him if he limited his attack to the absolute value of Excalibur. Darius would never have reached Nephilim if he had only acquired his physical abilities as a newborn.

But that was enough. Uther's swordsmanship, which would be beautiful to describe, allowed Excalibur to draw a new trajectory. The moment the golden path leads to the void, Hephaistion's head falls from his neck and hovers through the void.

The Judas in battle were different from the usual Judas. He thought cold, and turned around foolishly as soon as he found it difficult to track Darius down. Instead of looking for the Green Meteor, I saw Nephilim fighting alongside the gods of Elder.

Garura, a western gentleman, joined forces with Elders to drive a Nephilim. I don't know what special measures the Elders have taken, but how many spears have been thrown through Nephilim's hard shell and stuck in his body.

Eastern novelist Walharang was killing a Nephilim. I pressed it with my foot so that it wouldn't move, and then I bit its head off.

It was Fiora and the Black Bear that were dealing with the other one. The two of them did not have a dominance over a transcendent monster called Nephilim, but continued on a close rope.

Juder gave up his mind. Instead of looking into the situation further, I moved to help the Black Bear and Fiora. Discussing before and after would not be too late after all the situations were closed.

The golden sword of liberation shines once again.

Silence dominated the mythical realm of the Federation.

No one opened their mouth easily. Fake gods with thorough hierarchy already in their heads could only notice Naresuan, the supreme god.

For the past three years, the Mythical League has made many sacrifices. Thousands of mountain offerings were sacrificed to strengthen their fighting power.

But today I lost all twenty-two Nephilim in one battle.

Some of the false gods sighed in silence. Although Nephilim became a monster, he was originally a newborn. He was a child of fake gods belonging to the 3rd or 4th class.

Naresuan suppressed his anger. I swallowed up my desire to beat up and kill the fake gods who were squeezing me.

I had to call Decor and Yakin. It was not for the responsible workshop. To win the rest of the battle.

There were still six thousand men left in the Mythical League. Either way, Darius survived without dying.

The war is not over yet. I only lost the outpost.

Naresuan grips his fist. I looked at the handover through the screen.

Pentecilia looked at Naresuan like that. I expected the time to come.