World Maker

The Elder Britannian Alliance won. But I couldn't help but get drunk on my victory right now.

The Knights of the Round Table, Kay and Bedivir, led the elite cavalry and attacked Alliance Supply Base, which has yet to be repaired. It was Knight Kay's judgement that he had no choice but to set up a supply base because it was needed for an expedition of six thousand people.

Fifty grey bears and elite Elders participated in the attack on the supply base. It was Elder reinforcements who had already done enough of their part in the battle against the Alliance, but that meant they couldn't rest with their hands.

The only means to compensate for losses from combat was loot collection. I had to take part in the attack on Supply Base to secure Elder's stake.

The rest of the Elders have taken casualties under the command of a black bear. Obtaining loot from dead Alliance soldiers, and discussing future moves were the last story.

“Many of us are dead, too. ”

Asca, who turned his gaze on the Allied forces in the AlderBritannian attack on the supply base, knocked on the console in the form of a laptop. I projected a screen into the air to give everyone a good view.

“Elder alone killed about a hundred people. Two hundred casualties together. ”

Thanks to recovery magic and Dang Ayong's medicine, Elders were quite capable in the realm of 'recovery and rehabilitation of wounded', but there was still a limit. There was no way to rehabilitate the heavy crate that had lost one of its limbs or severely injured the viscera.

Many of those who were classified as injured in the next few days will die.

It was said that about three hundred Elders were killed in the battle, so it was never the least damage.

“Britannians are a little worse than we are. I don't think we can calculate the exact numbers because of the Knutts, but there will be at least seven hundred casualties. ”

It was Britannian in a frontal collision with the Alliance. It was less damaging than Elder by a simple percentage, but it was never better than Elder if you thought of an absolute loss.

“At least the fighting time was relatively short, so I think it's over. ”

It was what Bart said.

The total time of battle between the Alliance and the ElderBritannians was not that long. If not for the presence of the Alliance's own suicide bombers, there would have been far less damage than now.

After nearly a thousand lives lost by the ElderBritannian Alliance, Tefnet broke his eyebrows. Asca asked with a depressed face.

“How much damage did the Alliance do? ”

“This is clearly unclear, but at least 1,500 people have died. I think the wounded would be about that much. About five hundred alliances surrendered? ”

Alliance damage was much greater. There were two reasons for this: disorderly retreat and suicide.

The number of Alliances that died on the same side during the retreat was significant. At least even the remaining command system collapsed because of the chaos caused by the dragon's death.

Alliance's suicide bomber was clearly powerful. But the explosion was a law that did not distinguish Pia. The suicide bomber ironically caused Alliance damage as well.

Nearly 3,000 casualties.

The number of people surrendered was about five hundred.

More than half of Alliance's six thousand battalions were incapacitated.

“The question is, how many lives can we get back to the Alliance? ”

Bart nods as Edwin mutters. He said with cold sunken eyes.

“They've lost the supply base. There are no supplies, so it's going to be a long way to go. It's a cruel story, but there will be significant additional casualties among those who fled alive. ”

Infantry walks were the distance between Britannian and Alliance that would take more than a month. It was no exaggeration that almost all of the wounded died.

“Indeed... Is this also the battle of High Risk High Return? ”

The Alliance fought a total war in this battle. If he had won, he would have accomplished many things, including breaking the Britannians and inflicting enormous damage on Elder.

However, the Alliance was defeated, resulting in the devastating consequences of the destruction of the main forces.

Bart lifts his gaze from the round table and looks at the people and Edwin.

“Maybe we should consider the expedition this time. ”

“Expedition?”

“Yes, Edward Wing. The Alliance is now severely weakened. I lost most of my newborn blood, and I lost that huge monster. We've lost a lot of troops, so now's the time. ”

It was a difficult argument. Asca also listens to me.

“I think Bart's right, too. I don't want Elders to die after the war... But the total population of the Mythical League is still overwhelming despite this defeat. Giving me time to recover won't be good when I think about it later. ”

Furthermore, it was an alliance that actively used acid offerings. I didn't know what to do when I said I was a judge.

“Then, is it the winter's departure... …. ”

Edwin, who crossed his arm, made a sound. Unlike Elder's home, Britannian and Alliance winters were extremely cold. If you move your troops around and snow them, you could see a lot of damage before you even fight.

Though the battle has just ended, I am thinking of the next battle.

The people shook their heads.

“Let's think a little bit more relaxed. No matter how mythical the Federation is, it won't be possible to dramatically increase the population in half a year. For now, I think we should send some powder to scout. ”

“Wouldn't it be hard? You've been failing for three years. ”

After the battle with the Demon Army, it was a mythical confederation that raised its heat and castle to the defence of divinity. Since then, it has been an undesirable 17 trillion years since we sent such a deity as Garura into Alliance airspace.

Edwing's people answered with a slight mooring.

“This battle will weaken the mythical Federation considerably. And even if it's a little hard, it's worth a try this time. There are too many things on your mind. ”

“Are you talking about those monsters? Did Ayoung defeat you?”

“That's right, and so is the dragon. We need to find out for once what they're doing by offering a living sacrifice. And……. ”

Suddenly, the blurred soul scratches its cheeks once. I looked back at everyone, not just Edwin.

“There may be situations where the Myth Federation surrenders to other factions. ”

Most of the false gods of the Myth Federation have experienced a situation called "surrender." It was not unusual to choose to surrender again to a weakened yard like this one.

If the Alliance, which still had a small population, passed over to the other tribes, it was like a dog that was killed.

Absorbing the Alliance had to be Elder and Britannian. Definitely.

“By the way, Young Min, ”

It was Dae-a-young. Sitting at the table with her chin bent, she looks at the soul side and asks.

“Why don't you give me a compliment? ”

“Huh?”

“You all worked it out. A big dragon like that? Anyway, I took down a monster. So shouldn't you be praising me? Something fishy. ”

When everyone talked about what was to come, Dae-A-young saw ‘the present’. Tefnet nodded as well.

“Ayoung is right. Not only green oil, white oil, grey bears, but everyone's been pushing for it. ”

The Black Bear has demonstrated skilled combat command like General Elder.

The White Deer used the Supreme Divine Magic to help Elder reinforcements arrive on time.

Raccoon, Walha, and Garura were also my heroes, and Elders fought brilliantly.

Indeed, the fear of God was not near.

“I see. This fight was amazing. Teff, you need to give me something to compliment on, like Ajung said. ”

The trust was good and the novelty in form was good. Appropriate compensation was designed to bring greater mobility.

Compensation.

Happiness after hardship.

Soon the people stood up. I pushed the discussion so far out of my head for a moment and yelled at Asca.

“Asca!"

“Huh?”

Surprised Asca frowns, but the people do not stop. It was almost like spilling a horse.

“What happened to the dragon's corpse? Can you get it out of the way? ”

“Now, hold on. ”

Asuka tapped the keyboard quickly. The dragon's corpse is projected into the air.

“Almost half is lost, but there's still time left. ”

The wings and tail back disappeared in black smoke, but some of the head and body remained. Edwing cheerfully zoomed in and looked around.

“It's all that matters. Is this what you're expecting? Should I call a little tree? ”

“What the hell are you talking about? ”

As Asuka, I could not understand why the people and Edwing were pleased. Bart put his hand on Asca's shoulder and explained it to her instead.

“Bones and hides of dragons. And maybe institutions with mysterious powers that we don't know about. ”

The reason for hunting was not just to get meat.

Dragons' teeth, bones, leather, claws.

They were all useful. Perhaps the dragon's blood and heart also contained a special power.

“I'll try to decommission it clean. Maybe the loot distribution will cause a fight with Britannian? ”

Edwin laughed. Dae-a-young sharpened his eyes.

“Jude, if you're alone, you'll never catch that monster. Thanks to the green oil and the white oil. ”

“Yeah, I bet you know Juder and Knutt. ”

But on the contrary, what would have happened without Eudor? It was clear that White Oil and Green Oil alone would not have defeated the Dragon.

Dragon Slayer.

The honour of the dragon belonged to both Elder and Britannian heroes.

There was a lot of talk coming out of the meeting just after the battle.

Damage dealt by each of the three tribes.

Expedition you don't know what's coming.

Future trends of the Mythical Federation.

Chiha about Elder.

Treatment of dragon carcasses.

Each of them was a bold story, so it seemed that no matter how much time I had to discuss it properly.

That's why Tefnet stood up. He sits down and claps his eyes loudly.

“All right, everybody rest now. We're all tired. It's better to be happy, to discuss, to finish this for now. Everyone forgets and rests right now. ”

He had a gentle, sincere smile, but a firm voice.

Tefnet once looked back at Bart and Asca.

“Bart, hug Asca and go to the temple. ”

With a swift nod, Bart shook Asca and left the room at the table. Satisfied, Tefnet turns his head towards the people this time.

“Young Min?”

“Yes, ma'am. ”

The young man who answered quickly hugged her and shouted with a pleasant shout. After Bart, I left the room of the round table.

There are now only Tefnet and Edwin left in the room of the round table. Edwin embraces Tefnet with a soft touch.

“Shall we go, then? ”

“Don't forget to set the alarm. Time must also be maintained at a constant rate. ”

“Let's forget everything and get some rest. ”

Edwin said, and Tefnet smiled gladly. I grabbed Edwin's neck.

“I've got ten left. ”

Sitting on a bloody round table, Pentecilia mutters. Even though she bathed in blood, she had a wonderful beauty, which turned her blood upside down.

The mythical League died and killed each other.

The fake gods of the 2nd class resisted violently, and the fake gods of the 3rd class withdrew from the fight.

As Pentecollaia pointed out, not all the false gods of the Myth Federation were Mutufa. A dead fake god was a buzzer, not even divine, in front of a seasoned warrior, Pentecollaia.

Pentesileia looks back at the fake gods who survived.

There are four in the fourth and five in the third.

Not everyone survived the fight. There were also some false gods who survived the ice, and those who belonged to such cases were subject to bee trembling in the bloody sea.

Two fake gods of the 4th class have already killed the dead fake gods. Deep pleasures were buried in the face stabbing the corpse.

Pentecilia closed her eyes for a moment. I was distressed to swallow my breath because of Phoebirin, but I chose to breathe a few times.

Ten.

Pentesileia recalls Weissman's words. So I murmured in a small voice.

“There's still too much. ”

Pentecilia raised herself from the round table. Once again, I grabbed the dagger.

My salty breeze from the sea has blown.

The realm of the Demon King in the north.

On the west coast facing the sea, the fortress of Orcs, Muspelheim, rises to the brink.

Deep-cut mosquitoes and high walls that can reach over twenty meters. Spire towers and numerous waterborne weapons.

He smiles bitterly as he looks from afar at the Fortress of Heaven on a huge rock.

“There was nothing like that three years ago. ”

The leader of the invincible fleet boasted by the Olympians, the Argo, named after the undefeated.

He was a great match for that huge boat. Two heads taller than a normal person, and a padded shoulder with a slender waist, drew the perfect inverted triangle.

Both limbs were long, especially with large hands. There was a distinct headgear, so confidence and cheerfulness coexisted on a handsome face like a man.

A red hair that glides like blue eyes and flames.

He was the captain of the Argo. At the same time, he was the greatest Olympian hero, the greatest warrior.

Hercules.

The strongest new blood of the great Zeus.

He returned to the marble in three years. Leading a more powerful army than ever before.

“Is there any way to bypass it? Do you really have to go through that? ”

A woman standing next to Hercules jumps up and says, "I want to see a little farther."

A woman with dark blue hair, as contrasted with Hercules. The body beneath the incredibly beautiful face also painted a colorful curve that showed femininity, but felt strong all over the body.

Her name is Athenacles. As a lover of Hercules's half-sister, she was in fact treated like a queen among the Olympians.

“It's not worth it. It's ready this time. In the beginning, my father's trust was restraint, not attack, so I think it's right to just attack and fall in love. ”

He was taller and taller than Hercules, and indeed a giant man. I was the owner of a muscle that was hard enough to believe that my whole body was made of steel, and I added that the pressure was due to black skin reminiscent of darkness.

Ajax.

He was also Hercules' half-brother. He was always discreet and calm, the strongest of Argo's heroes.

Both Hercules and Athena respected Ajax's words. His judgment was always helpful to the Olympians, who were never excited unless it was simple.

But not all the heroes of Argo thought so.

“Again and again, tenacity flirting. If you don't mind, you can hit me and Hercules together and wipe them all out. You don't need to drag an army into Siege War? ”

Unlike Hercules and Ajax, he seemed to have shaped his sleekness. Of course, he was also the owner of taller, cooler muscles.

A man with golden hair that looks so good.

Ajax was impressed by Achilles' remarks. In the presence of Achilles, the pronoun of calmness, he could not completely suppress anger.

“If you must commit suicide, jump off this ship. Don't drag Hercules in by mistake. ”

“That's why it's suicide. Me and Hercules. It's not you, Ajax, who's only heavy and slow. ”

Hercules and Athenacles, the third party who smiled and spoke, were not usually the same. Athenacles, who had never been better, stepped out.

“Leave it at that, Achilles. No matter how patient Ajax is, there are limits. ”

“Just listen to Ajax when you meet her. ”

“You make it that way. ”

Athenacles said with pity, and Achilles turned his head like a torazine eye. Hercules scratches the ball and says,

“Anyway, we should hear from the brothers on the other boat. Well, I think it's mostly Ajax's opinion. First of all, I do. ”

It was a fortress that seemed to be able to stop even ten times its troops. All I had to do was lead the troops in and lay eggs on them.

Following Athenacles, Heracles smiled calmly on Ajax's face because he was also on his side. Ajax nods and looks at the horse.

“It is enough for us to reveal the meaning of deterrence. They must always be prepared for the invasion to the west. ”

If it was to hold their gaze to the west coast, it would have already been done. It may have been a little extreme, but it wasn't bad to go back without a fight.

Athenacles nodded his head again, expressing his consent. But Hercules was different.

“You're right, but it's too bad you didn't do anything to back off. ”

It was a pretty favorable voice. Athenacles, who prides himself on knowing Hercules better than anyone, tilts his head. It was a distinctly different reaction from the usual Hercules.

“What's the matter? ”

Instead of answering directly, Hercules touches a large, long sword wound on his left shoulder.

Wounds from three years ago.

Who made you choose to retreat to Hercules himself, the greatest hero of the Argo Ho.

I could see it if I didn't see it. He's in that fort now. I was standing there waiting for Hercules himself.

“Demon King Eclipse. ”

The king of marbles.

Hercules growls low. I glanced at the Great Fortress with fierce eyes.

Wiseman looks down at the handover with indifferent eyes. His appreciation of the heroes of Argo, who returned in three years, was truly concise.

“I think I'm going to fall for it. ”

The number of ships was the same as three years ago, but the troops seemed to be below that. It was impossible to bring down Muspelheim at that rate.

The woman with the rainbow hair leaned her head. She was much more relaxed than usual about what had happened in the last few days. I asked in a cheerful voice.

“But you must have deployed Eclipse? I knew it would happen like this. ”

The opponents of the Olympians are enough for Muspelheim. There are also ‘mines’, substitutes for new blood, so there is nothing to worry about.

That was Wiseman's judgment, and a rainbow haired woman had nothing to do with it. Aren't the troops sent by Zeus humble enough to be called the army?

Wiseman replied in an indifferent tone this time.

“He wanted it. If you're this young, you can take it. ”

Demon King Eclipse.

The lonely Horseman King wanted to face Hercules again. Born and first encountered, Ho Shu was a little obsessed with the existence.

The Demon King was the son of a Wiseman. Without a tow under the hoe, he was also the owner of a shrewd head.

I don't fight Hercules head-on. I'm going to protect Muspelheim.

But I still want to face it again. I want to feel each other's speculation even if I can't mix swords.

It was childish, but as Weissman himself said, I could accept it this much.

A woman with rainbow hair opened her eyes. I smiled like a mother looking at her children.

“Such a generous father. ”

I felt like I would stroke Wiseman's head if I left it still. Weissman didn't hide his unpleasantness from me.

“I'm not quitting this nonsense. Did the ElderBritannian League win more than that? That's not good."

Wiseman manipulated the console and projected a new screen into the air. It was the memory of a mystery for gathering information.

It was a Weissman's library, not a round table room, so it was a Weissman sitting on a couch, not a chair for one person. The iridescent hair shrugs and sits beside the Weissman, leaning toward the Weissman. He forcefully embraced her and said.

“You said Elder and Britannian would win. ”

Wiseman did not push the woman with the rainbow hair. He frowned a few times.

“I did. But this is too little damage. Too bad for dragons in particular. ”

Myth itself.

A great being that makes the person who looks at him think of God.

It was massive and powerful. It was worth thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of soldiers.

But he disappeared in one battle. I lost my life and couldn't move anymore.

It was unfortunate that everyone was watching. If you look at the results, there was no damage done to the ElderBritannian Alliance by the dragon. Rather, it caused the Alliance a lot of harm.

It was not good. The Federation of Myths should not be so easily defeated. I should have driven a more ElderBritannian alliance.

“I like it. ”

A woman with iridescent hair said in her arms. Weissman looks down at her for a moment. I lightly pushed out an unknown woman, whether she was flirting with a child or not.

“Even if you're in charge, you might have a favorite personality. If that favor doesn't affect the game alone, it won't matter. ”

“What? Are you jealous now? ”

“What's left is the dissolution of the Myth Federation. ”

Wiseman silently said what he had to say. A woman with rainbow hair swells her cheeks once more, so she leans back on Wiseman's head. Wiseman followed the new talk.

“Aren't you absorbing the Federation of Myths? ”

“It's hard to absorb everything. Orcs and humans in the first place. The species itself is large and quite far apart. ”

The species under Weissman's command varied. Apart from having purple skin and pointy ears, there were also Shadow Elves that almost resembled humans, so now it was a bit fishy that they could not come and accept humans as‘ servants’.

Wiseman's reluctance to absorb the entire Myth Federation was due not only to ‘species’ but also to ‘numbers’.

The remaining population of the Mythical Federation was almost 10,000. If that number of ‘humans’ suddenly entered the horoscope, they would form a huge faction because of that number. And when Weissman saw it, the appearance of such a faction was detrimental to the marbles.

The dominant race of the Horseman was Orc. Shadow Elves, Slaves, Minotauros and Lizardmen all existed below rather than Orcs. And among those subspecies, only one slave was numbered in ten.

Slaves had nothing to do with much. They were consumables anyway, and even with that number, I couldn't do anything big. But all of a sudden, there are 10,000 human beings?

Difficult. It was clear that the other races would not be too sweet either.

Wiseman determined that the Alliance could not be eaten completely. That is why I thought of ‘decommissioning’.

“Elder created Demon Decor and Yakin. Faith created demons. ”

It was a story out of the flow. But Wiseman kept saying,

“Then what about faith in a fake god who's already dead? If there is faith, is it possible for a fake God to resurrect? Or are these benefits granted only to demons? ”

The woman with the rainbow hair did not answer. She used to keep her mouth shut when it came to the system. Wiseman did not complain about the behavior of such a rainbow haired woman because it was a rule keeping act. I continued talking like I was talking to myself.

“The Federation of Myths must disappear from this world. If I'm not in full control, so must the others. ”

There is a cake. The amount you can eat is limited. Then, will you share the remaining cakes with your neighbors?

No, you shouldn't. You have to do something to make sure no one eats the rest of the cake.

“Kill a fake god. Trust is broken and divine magic does not work either. ”

There is no fake god to cast a trust.

No more miracles. There is also no divine magic that can be called proof of God's existence.

“The defeat of a great battle. An insecure public. A shaky system of governance. ”

The Alliance has been greatly defeated. Darius is dead, and the power that maintained the system is greatly weakened.

“It collapses from the inside. Alliances die and kill each other, just as the Myth Federation did. Minimizes passing on to the ElderBritannians. ”

I couldn't give it up. Elder and Britannian had no choice but to accept those who had lost their gods and fled.

But I just don't give it. Hand over only the shrapnel as well as possible. It was nice to be milked.

The woman with the rainbow hair looked up at the Wiseman. There was no more cheerfulness in her face.

“Will you accept the remaining fake gods of Pentecollaia and the Myth Federation? ”

It was a question of knowing the answer.

Close to vague expectations.

Wiseman smiled softly.

“I think I can get you a Pentecilia. Because he wants to fill all seven sins. But the other false gods are not. Kill them all. No place is allowed in this land. ”

Wiseman has so far not accepted only one false god as a sub-god. Even among the fallen false gods, he chose only a few to be his angels and demons.

The Myth Federation was a gathering of weak and incompetent fake gods. Wiseman didn't need those tremors.

Wiseman teases his fingers again. I created a new video in the air. Grid and Sloth, demons belonging to the Seven Sins, were staring at Alliance's city from afar.

Wiseman did not pay attention to his two faithful demons. What he watched with interest was a man on the back of a Centauri woman.

The last number prepared for the dismantling of the Alliance. Let's raise our hearts to make each other die and kill. An existence that will liberate the slaved Amazoness and give them a path to march.

“Here we go, Paris. It's time to bring down the Myth Federation. ”

Parris, the newborn, heads to Alliance's city. Now that most of the false gods of the Myth Federation are dead, there was no one to stop him.

“So, where are you touching it now? ”

“Well, aren't you shouldered yet? ”

Britannian castle.

As much as Britannia, the knights' country, the palace of the King was also an extremely combative form.

A rugged, hard-wearing, square room.

Above the bed in the middle, there was a stretch of green oil, and Judas, sitting on the bed, touched the shoulders of that green oil.

The darkness pushed from beyond the terra window, where the night was deep but there were so many bright candles, became cozy instead of cool and fearful.

In Juder's answer, the green oil slightly shed its eyes. When I saw my mouth slightly raised, I noticed that I was secretly enjoying the situation now.

He smiles naturally and looks at the face of the green oil star. I lightly moved my hands above my white, smooth shoulders.

“That's it. One more finger down and you're dead. No, you better get your hands off me right now. ”

It was a tone of discord that blew up the sweet and cozy atmosphere.

Sitting at the top of the bed, he opened his eyes to the axe and saw a white meteor roaring like a watchdog, and he slightly extended his eyebrows. He still said with his hands on his shoulders.

“Well... wasn't it a situation where I was babysitting Lady Gong all night? ”

Two days from the battle against the Alliance was last night. Even though I fought relatively close to Britannian nature, I was able to return to the castle.

Green oil smiled with a generous smile. I tiled my cute little brother who wanted to stroke his head right away.

“White Yooseong, relax your eyes. If anyone sees you, I think it's you and Juder and the enemy. ”

White Yooseong widened her lips. There are many healthy young men among Elders, but why is he Britannian? Well, of course, even if I said I picked a man from the Elders, I wondered if he was full of castles.

Green oil gave strength to his arms, but it was also a crowd. Eventually, I gave up strokes on the white meteor's head and said softly.

“You and Judas were able to defeat that big monster because they worked together, right? You need to get along.”

“Shh.”

It was like a complete reconciliation between children. Two days ago, I had a mythical battle with a giant dragon, and I was overwhelmed by three conversations.

Even though the white Yooseong was fluttering, the green Yooseong looked at Juder this time.

“Jude, take your hands off me, too. ”

“Hint.”

Judas, who pretends to be cute and doesn't fit in, shakes his hand exaggerately as he falls into the crowd.

“Are you sure you're better than that? You're not holding your hand again. ”

With a playful attitude, Judas asks with a serious face.

It was the same as when you used strong magic last time. It's been two days since I defeated the dragon, but the green oil couldn't move as I intended, apart from the top of my neck.

I was more worried because it was usually a healthy and vibrant green oil. White Yooseong is also worried that his face will soon become dirt.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became gloomy and the green oil was forced to smile. He said in a vibrant voice that seemed a bit decorated.

“Go, go, go. And well... I've done enough work. I've never used the highest divine magic in a row at such short intervals. It'll be better if you take a few days off, like last time you were strong. ”

“But the hair……. ”

It was White Yooseong who cried and said.

The hair that reminded me of the fresh greenery counted white, so it was natural to react like this. Green oil smiled brightly this time. Since my last strength, I have had experience dealing with Black Bear and Eudor's worries, and there was a perfect example.

“Now I look like the White Meteor, don't I? ”

He smiled on the outside, but he also suffered a lot of damage in the green oil. No, I was more scared than that.

Maybe something's wrong. Maybe it's just picking up and falling down and dying.

White Yooseong, a twin who has always been together since birth, knew the inner heart of the Green Yooseong. So I quickly fixed my face and smiled.

“It's pretty loud out there. ”

In fumes, Judas, who murmured a little, rose from his place and went toward the window. The castle, made of divine power, differs in many respects from the architecture of Elder or Britannian. It was too big to be called a spear. When I opened what I could actually call a door, I got a big balcony. Elder and Britannians gathered in the courtyard of the palace, looking for the origin of the sound and turning their eyes.

There was a victory celebration party outside the palace, so it didn't seem a bit strange. Elder and Britannians sitting in front of campfires filled with smoke shared a glass of wine, while children and some adults rejoiced at Elder's southern bronze raccoon, joyfully rejoicing.

Despite the white hair color, it melted into the darkness and was different from the Eastern New Year's Eve, where it was difficult to find traces. Raccoon acted like a puppy between Elder and Britannian.

“You're taking the Britannians' minds very seriously. ”

Britannian children crawled up on the rocks of a raccoon lying upside down. The Knights of the Round Table, Isolde and Fiora, were delighted by touching the tail of the raccoon carefully.

There was also the White Deer, Elder's surrogate, and Elder's General Black Bear. Two days ago, Elder and Britannian, who fought together in the Battle of the Great Plains, felt a strong friendship.

Alliances.

Manwoo.

Strong comrades fighting together.

The last three years of exchanges have not ended on the outskirts. He studied Elder's history and mythology and understood what kind of process they took and what form they took.

King of Elder's Lightning Storm and Queen of Elder's Green Lightning.

The two were originally of a different race. Elder and Nectar were born as a couple, so they were able to become one gently without knowledge.

Between Elder and Cooler was a small tree and a pretty nose. The union of the substitute and Chief Cooler's sister could also have ample symbolism.

Marriage alliance.

Juder naturally came up with a green oil. Wouldn't it be more natural for Elder and Britannian to be united if Elder and Princess Green Yooseong married themselves, the King of Britannia?

The Sword of the Father spoke through the trust.

‘Elder and Britannian will one day be one. Neither side will absorb the other, but will make a bond in an equivalent relationship. ’

I heard that Elder's lieutenant-governor issued similar trusts to his deputies.

That's when you'll come one day.

A time when we can't be sure exactly a few years from now.

Judah felt impatient. It was hard to repress my mind about Green Meteor anymore.

It was lovely. I wanted to be by my side. I wanted to live my whole life as a friend of each other by raising a legitimate expression.

I want to hug her when I look at her, I want to kiss her lips. I want to be one.

But I had to endure. Green oils and Eudor's own marriage were never easy.

It would have been easier if Green Oil had simply been the symbol of 'Princess of Elder’. It was enough if the alliance between Elder and Britannian was concluded under the guise of solidarity.

But the value of green oil was much greater. She could not be described simply as Elder's Princess.

Elder's Tactical Weapon.

The only one who can speak all of the most divine magic of the Buddha.

The only Elder who has learned the secret power of a green god called the Wind Volcano Mine.

Her role in this war was also great. Without her, the ElderBritannians would never have won.

Elder couldn't give up Green Oil. Even though it was an alliance, it could never be handed over to Britannians who were not one yet.

Then Judas himself goes to Elder? This did not make any more sense. Judas himself was the king of Britannia. There was no one in Britannia who could replace Judas himself.

I had to wait a little longer. I was forced to persevere until the day Elder and Britannian became one.

After the laughter of Elder and Britannians, who somehow sounded savage because of their worn hearts, Judas entered the room again.

White Yooseong said by killing the sound.

“Let's get out of here. ”

“Huh?”

White Yooseong raised his index finger between his lips instead of answering Moora. Turning your gaze along the jaw of the White Meteor, the Green Meteor fell asleep.

I'm tired too.

Judah slowly approached the Green Meteor. I asked the White Yooseong, who sends a slight but vigilant glance.

“Can I kiss your forehead? ”

White Yooseong frowned, but nodded, and he slightly stretched his shoulders to the fact that he had to ask about this.

“Good night, my Lady. ”

With a soft lip on his forehead, Eudor gently touched his cheeks and hair to see if there was any folly left. I closed my eyes and raised my body to the invisible urge of the White Meteor.

White Yooseong and Juder left the room. I closed the door carefully.

The Western Water Powder flies through the night. The bird of lightning passes quickly over the heads of the Alliance's Stragglers.

Alliance's city was on fire. Amazones, who rebelled under the leadership of the newly returned Parisian, slaughtered those in the Alliance's upper ranks. Similarly, other tribes belonging to the slave class also joined the rebellion of the Amazonians, and their strength was truly appalling.

The Alliance's upper ranks, which had put a lot of power into the Expeditionary Force, sought to rely on divine magic. But the divine magic was not activated. No matter how much I cried, I could not hear the word of God.

The absence of God caused greater confusion, and the upper layers of the Alliance collapsed as quickly as a lie.

On the west coast, the Olympians and Orcs clashed once again.

Hercules and Demon King Eclipse have a new wound.

The battle did not last as long as the leaders of both factions had expected.

The handover's strongest warrior lightning storm, along with his beloved wife's green lightning, raised a prayer of gratitude. It is because of the trust that the ElderBritannians have won.

Many Elders who had to send their loved ones to the battlefield wished the warriors a safe return.

Throughout the handover, humans continued their lives.

A life with will and soul.

Amon, a man in a black mask, stands in the air and looks at the ground. At some point, I lifted my head high and stared at the distant sky.

It was invisible to the eye. But Amon could feel it. A huge system that allows us to construct and maintain this world. And the Astral Line, the great stream of souls that surrounds this star.

This time, a man in a white mask did not appear. Probably with a woman with rainbow hair or a man of light by now.

“This step is fast. That is also very important.”

It wasn't alone. Behind Amon's back was Yakin. As she almost covered her face with a black mask, she was stretching her arms and legs like that long hair.

Yakin did not originate from a false god. And this presence was very rare. Every time I played the game, I only had a couple of people to show up, and at least I was afraid it would only show up after hundreds of years of handover time.

But this time, I showed up. So quickly, it also has this kind of power and proper appearance.

“All of them. Fake gods. Was that you? ”

Amondo, no voice, no other voice.

“Not all black masks are like that. Maybe a guy like Decor won't make it to the next game. The others won't last long. ”

“Amon. What about you? ”

Amon did not answer. After becoming a black mask, I also relied on the name I made to cover myself.

The devil told a different story.

“Most of the creators of the game are gone. Odin, who was only a participant, is now the head of the white masks. Almost everyone gave up, desperate. Among the white masks, it is Odin and his companions who are still fighting sincerely. ”

But act. Continue the game according to the rules.

The white mask was used to resist the promised defeat.

Black masks are used to mock gamemakers and white masks, and ultimately to mock themselves as mere organ horses.

Yakin raises his head. She raised her hand over her mask.

“This game. At the end of the game. Next game. Start?”

Once the winner is determined.

When a new real god is born among the false gods.

Amon stepped in the air and turned around. I answered somewhat mischievously from Yakin's question.

“Whatever the end, it exists. ”

Why the white mask became impatient. Why I'm on the same adventure as I am today.

Amon's gaze turned back into the air. Watching the world's systems, he smiled at the movement of the central system.

“Another banquet? Maybe it'll be the last banquet. ”

Amon reaches out to Yakin. Yakin grabbed Amon's hand without hesitation.

The two demons melted into darkness and disappeared.

I couldn't see it anymore.