World Maker

The struggle between heroes and dragons was certainly a myth. However, few people could afford to watch. I had a situation where I ran to kill myself right in front of my nose.

“This is how it penetrates! Help Elder!"

The Knight Kay of the Round Table shouted loudly. Each of the knights of the Round Table who spread their fanaticism followed his orders and opened the way with an endless force. Britannian artillery followed him.

Even a heavy cavalry didn't wear full plate mail like the Knights of the Round Table. It was a leather armor with a jing all I had to do, and I only heard shields and spears.

But that was enough to put the heavy artillery at risk. Horses specially crafted by the six gods of Britannia were crushed by trampling everything on their feet with endless force.

The Alliance was never a green opponent. It wasn't because of bizarres like giants or suicide bombers.

The Alliance did not collapse despite the death of a commander.

There were indeed hundreds, or two hundred, of mid-career commanders. Their presence prevented the collapse of the command system, and the Alliance could still exist as a single army, not as six thousand individuals.

Elder's reinforcements that attacked the Alliance rear were strong, but the numbers were too small. The suicide bomber wanted the light, no matter how high the unit's combat power was in front of the terrible illness.

Join Elder through enemy base. At least the Elder Reinforcements will be able to breathe.

With only three thousand troops, he abandons the idea of besieging all six thousand enemies and pushes them in one direction by joining forces with the main forward base.

The knights at the round table were strong. There was no one within the Alliance army who could stop them armed with a new armor and a new sword.

Knight Kay sees a giant man fighting in front of Elder. There was still a face left on the tee, but the backbone was magnificent. It was really unpleasant to smash the enemy with a huge blunt force in his hand.

One of Elder's longevity bears.

On the battlefield in Phobirin, I focused solely on the grey bear battle. I was worried about the White Meteor as it collided with the dragon, but the Alliance's spear rushed right in front of my nose.

But at some point.

The gray bear was forced to forget the battle before his eyes for a moment. And it was the same for everyone on this battlefield.

It was the roar of a dragon.

It wasn't the first time. It was ringing a few times so far.

But it was different. Something different has moved everyone's mind so far.

The gray bear has heard similar sounds several times. The sound I heard every time I knocked down the prey. The last one that was screamed by the hunter who pierced through the spear.

The gray bear lifts its head.

Everyone who was standing on the battlefield turned their eyes.

The dragon collapses. It collapses, and it doesn't move anymore.

The moment was static. I couldn't open my mouth with anyone. I just threw up a rough breath.

Unbelievable view.

The fact that you can't even look in front of your eyes and shout.

The static finally broke. The first thing I yelled at was a gray bear.

“Monster! Monster is dead! ”

The cry made what happened before my eyes a reality. Elder and Britannian cheered, and the Alliance felt desperate. There were some who hesitated.

The general commander is dead.

A giant monster, who seemed to wipe out all enemies, also died.

Will you be able to win?

No, are we really going to survive?

There were still more Alliance numbers. However, few were able to maintain that sense of numbers during the war. Especially ordinary infantry soldiers.

The fight resumed without any signal. It was clearly different from before the monster's death was known. It was the ElderBritannians who took the reins.

The gray bear is a god. Confidence in victory made him a little bolder.

“Hit it! Don't leave one behind! ”

“Open the door! Don't catch the runaways! ”

A completely opposite order swallowed up the voice of the gray bear. The gray bear shrunk his shoulders before rebounding. Because it was so familiar.

“Father?"

I don't know when I got here, but the Black Bear on top of the Black General was giving orders to the Elders.

His breath was rough and his face was white. When I saw my shoulders stretched, it was clear that I was quite tired.

But the voice alone has not changed. I repeated the order with a loud voice as if I were beating the whole battlefield.

“Open the door! ”

After the departure of Yeongsoo Walharang from East Korea, the black bear also ran horses. It wasn't to help Green Oil and Eudor defeat the dragon. Even the black bear itself, which is weakened by the power of divine magic, did not help in the fight against such monsters.

The Black Bear believed in the triumphs of Green Oil, White Oil, and Eudor Pandragan. That's why they won and I watched the human battlefield to deal with the following.

Open the exits.

It wasn't just an order to Elder. It was also an order to the Alliances to listen.

It was Elder who was definitely in the mood. But the enemy was still twice his ally. The damage seen by the ElderBritannians by the suicide bombers was also unbearable. Even the Elder reinforcements, which numbered five hundred, now numbered less than four hundred.

Attempting to annihilate the clumsy siege only increased the damage on this side.

The Black Bear thought of war, not battle.

Nephilim was exterminated when it was one of the number of spleens of the Alliance in the hands of Green Oil and Juder.

Like Hector or Parris, the new blood was no longer visible.

And the dragon died.

As Elder, the lightning storm and the lieutenant were all dead. Even if I lost my virtue and ran away, it wasn't weird.

If you clumsily provoke an enemy like that, it was rather a loss. It was advantageous to allow the opponent to flee rather than fight.

The gray bear did not understand what the black bear said, but followed his father's words.

The Knight of the Round Table, Kay, understood what the Black Bear meant when he heard it. As he flew over the battlefield through the Canyon, he was able to observe the entire battlefield with a wider field of view.

The AlderBritannian Alliance pushed the Alliance from right to left on the battlefield. The Alliances began to flee from the left, where knights from the round table and heavy cavalry passed by.

AlderBritannian ‘moderately’ tracked those alliances. No opponent was more prone to fall than the enemy who began to flee behind his back.

The Knight Kay of the Round Table, who stood in the front row and slashed the alliances, looks back at the dragon's body. I shouted aloud with a blue-shining new sword.

“The Knight King has slain the monsters! ”

Fear of the Dragon.

Most of it had to go to Juder, even though it was incomplete. That was Kay's idea. And, of course, there were those who opposed this idea as well.

“The White Meteor defeated the monster! ”

The gray bear cried out for the throat to burst. Elder and Britannian cried out to each other for their heroes.

The black bear, who was watching from behind, laughed clumsily. I grabbed the body I wanted to fall right away and shouted my last strength.

“Our victory! ”

The AlderBritannian Alliance has won. You defeated the Alliance.

Both races cheered.

“Lies.”

Nareshuan murmured with a stubborn face. There was no focus on the two eyes where firearms were always young.

Darius is dead.

The dragon, which was created by pouring out an enormous number of offerings, died in the time of handover.

Alliance lost again. I lost even though I mobilized more than twice as many troops.

It couldn't have happened. It was arithmetically impossible. Naresuan's preparations were perfect.

But I lost.

But I lost.

What is the woman with the green hair who tore the Nephilim to pieces?

What the hell do you mean by the giant of the earth and the golden black spilled from the sky?

A fake god, who can be called Naresuan's faithful servant and representative of the 2nd class, came to Naresuan. He suppressed anxiety with a forceful smile.

“We still have a lot of troops left. It's not a complete loss. ”

It was not a consolation. It was a petition. It was like saying something to yourself, not Nareshuan.

The Myth Federation has relied entirely on Naresuan. I have repeatedly triumphed over Naresuan's will.

When Nareshuan was broken, it was no different from the Myth Federation itself. And it meant the destruction of fake gods belonging to the Federation.

Naresuan saw a fake god who mourned for himself. Another fake god came to Naresuan. I slammed him with a soft hand.

“That's right, Nareshuan. ”

It was Pentecilia. She looked at Naresuan with a gentle expression.

Naresuan felt relieved by Penteclaia's gentle touch. I wanted to hug. I wanted to kiss. I wanted to soothe her through a tired and tired psychiatric body.

She's always beautiful and obedient.

Naresuan brought his face closer to Pentecilia. Penteclaia also moved his hands in line with the movement of Naresuan. She said with her lustrous lips open.

“And now it's completely defeated. ”

“Huff?! ”

At this moment, I felt a burning feeling in my abdomen. Almost simultaneously terrible pain spread. Dagger inserted into the abdomen. That was not the end. Penteclaia's hands move like a snake. Naresuan's neck was stiffened with pain, and a dagger was inserted in the middle of Naresuan's followers' neck, alarmed by the sight in front of their eyes.

Naresuan's blood covered the entire body of Pentecilia. Pentecilia didn't mind. I slightly stretched out my tongue and licked Nareshuan's lips and blood. Trampling Nareshuan in the imminent death, he said.

“Your power is physical strengthening. But it would be useless in the event of a fatal injury already. Though it was tricky for a psychic to get close. ”

“Pentesileia!"

One of the fake gods in the 2nd class shouted. And he couldn't talk anymore. Because a fake god in the fourth grade stabbed him in the back.

Similar things happened at the same time. Half of the fake gods belonging to the 2nd class died.

The fourth class, which was inside the room of the round table, was five, including Pentecollaia. In contrast, the second and third ranks were almost all gathered in the room of the round table.

The fourth class was a minority. There were still more than twenty false gods, each with a divine power, who overwhelmed the fourth class as well.

However, Pentecilia did not lose any time. After returning to the Queen, she complained.

“The parent god and the child god. Differences in psychic abilities. Gaps in superpowers. But what's the point of that? You're not warriors. ”

I couldn't have all the fake gods tattooed. Furthermore, the second and third classes were in fact made ‘first come, first served’. I know how to fight with my divine power in the 2nd and higher ranks, including Nareshuan. And all four of them are dead. All that's left is a bunch of morons who don't know how to fight.

Even in the third class, there were those who could be said to be quite ruthless, but they were not even a bit worried.

There is a silence in the room of the round table. There was no fake god who screamed and cried out, but there was no fake god who wanted to fight against Pentecollaia.

A second-class who relied only on one Naresuan in the first place.

A third class who was just about to live while being trampled on by a second class.

Pentecilia smiles brightly. I told Naresuan, who was still not dead because of his psychic abilities.

“Even the one with the ability to heal is dead. There's no way you can rehabilitate yourself, Naresuan. ”

There were so many emotions and thoughts in Naresuan's eyes. And there was this idea in the intervention.

What are you going to do next?

Are you going to kill me and kill yourself?

The Myth Federation is over without me.

It was a singular idea. It wasn't created under the right thinking, it was just one of the many ideas that came to mind.

But Pentesileia wanted to answer.

“I am definitely a subordinate of the Federation of Myths. But at the same time it is Pentecollaia, goddess of Amazons. This is what my son, Faris, believes in and follows, and is devoting his faith to this moment. ”

Even now, I felt the faith of Paris. Prayer that warmed the heart gave Pentecollaia strength.

“Nareshuan, do you know what happens when a fake god dies in the divine system? ”

The answer did not come back, and it delighted Pentecollaia.

Pentesileia did not show kindness to tell the answer. He stepped up on Naresuan, one step towards death, and told the false gods in the room of the round table.

“Measures are being taken. After all, the existence of a fake god in this game is useless. There must be a fake god who wants to accept us. ”

It was a ‘familiar’ story. And that familiarity reassured the false gods of the 2nd and 3rd classes.

You must have rebelled because you had an idea.

Maybe it's already been a story with another fake god.

You can buy Pentecilia instead of Naresuan.

It's not over yet. There's more of us.

We can defeat Pentecollaia and surrender to another fake god.

I felt like I was thinking straight. Pentecilia did not hide its willingness. One day, the fake gods of the Fourth Class gathered beside him, rebuking the new slaves.

“But you guys are too many. Dozens of fake gods get in the way. ”

I also smiled at the faces of other fake gods belonging to the 4th class. As for the future promised by Pentesileia, and the many pleasures she provided, they were feeling superior.

We're already on the same boat as her. I will follow her to a new realm. From now on, it's different from you who have to compete fiercely for survival.

Pentecollaia left the fake gods of the fourth class delusional. Lift up your white, beautiful hands and declare.

“Well, let's cut the numbers down a little bit. I'll count to exactly three. Which side of the dishwasher do you choose? ”

The fake gods in the round table room looked at each other.

The new generations were independent of each other. That is why, in spite of the blood clots that killed and died in the mythical Federation system, the new system of Article 17 was only tranquil. It was full of joy.

“I won!"

“I won!”

“I won!”

Edwin gets up from his place and dances a lump dance. Dang Ayong and Tefnet hug each other and rejoice at the victory.

Asca coughs herself while everyone is happy. She was also happy, but there was still work to be done.

“I have work to do. Once you hit the Alliance Supply Depot to secure food, you should also consider pushing it in and completely harming the Alliance. I forget everything and rejoice.. ”

“Asca.”

Bart hung up on Asca. Asca looked up at Bart with her eyes full, and Bart held her in his arms. Asuka threw up the ceiling without giving a chance to speak Moora.

“Let's enjoy the joy of victory for now! ”

“Argh!”

Asca screams, holding him in Bart's arms and repeating to rise in the air. There was a mix of screaming joy when riding the amusement tracks.

The moment Edwin shines his eyes, he sees Tefnet, and he retreats reflexively. Dan-a-young smiled and drew the soul's neck.

Young people hugged Dang Ah-young hard. I close my eyes and vomit a breath of relief.

I won.

I won.

Once again.

Amon, a man in a black mask, sits alone in the air. There was no voice, no other voice beside him. The same was true for Decor and Yakin.

Amon looked down at the ground. I saw Elder and Britannian rejoicing in victory.

“There are a lot of regular people in this game. ”

Amon was not alone. One day there stood beside him a man in a white mask. He also stepped on the air and stood and bent the ground.

Amon did not look back on the man in the white mask. I put words in my mouth that I thought were impossible.

“Maybe, maybe this time, we can win or you can win. ”

Victory of those in white masks.

The victory of those who seek to save the world from doom.

Unlike those who were despaired of repeated defeats, unlike Amon himself who gave up, he still has not abandoned foolishness.

Amon lifts his head. I saw the side of a man in a white mask. It's been a long time since I opened my mouth and sang his "tinnitus."

“Odin.”

Ragnarok, prepare for that promised annihilation.

King of the gods, who knows that he cannot win, but prepares for the final battle.

The man in the white mask did not answer.