World Maker

One of the many records of Greek mythology, the New Year, tells the story:

Uranos, the god of heaven, was defeated by his son Kronos and had to resign from the throne of the gods.

Kronos, a god of agriculture, cut the sheep of Uranos with a giant scythe, which drowned in the sea and gave birth to many beings.

Afrodite, the goddess of beauty, was born in the bubble, and Giant Gigantes, a Guyanese who had no choice but to carry Uranos' sheep, was born.

Giganto Machia meant the war between these Gigantes and Olympus Twelve, the second war to determine the final victory of the gods.

The meaning of Giganto Macia was also unique within the Greek mythology.

Zeus gave birth to children among numerous non-gods, such as fairies and humans, to triumph in Giganto Machia, and as a result, the story of the adventure of numerous half-gods heroes with superhuman power was handed down.

The era of the gods, ‘the era of gold, silver, bronze’, and the age of man, ‘the age of steel’, is the age of heroes.

Giganto Machia was the real end of the whole mythology of Greece, while foretelling that the 'age of heroes’ would bring an end to it.

After the victory of Giganto Machia, the gods no longer needed the existence of a ‘hero’ who had shed God's blood, and they waged the Troy War, a war of heroes to cleanse them.

A hero born between God and man.

Those who walk through the handover and prove the existence of God.

The extinction of heroes.

Divine and human disconnection.

A human era that only begins.

Giganto Machia.

It's a war between a god and a giant destined for the world.

The twilight of the gods that predicts human loneliness.

What the Western Water Powder saw was a destroyed city.

Just looking up from high in the sky, I felt the atrocity. The city burned and collapsed, and the streets were filled with 10,000 bodies.

Every wind that passed through the city smelled disgusting and horrible, but I couldn't give up my landing in the city called Western Water Powder. In order to be clear about what happened in the city, we had to observe it closely.

Garura initiated the maneuver assuming landing. I circled over the city and looked everywhere.

The divine power of the White God was‘ cognition ’, and Garura confirmed that she had no intention of doing this around her.

Garu, a Western novelist, was a young novelist who had not been born for several years. He was as playful as the Southern Shinsu Raccoon, and thought itself was not ‘young’, but he could not be called an adult like the Eastern Shinsu Walharang.

I felt a depression called Powder, which sits on a half-collapsed wall. Everywhere I looked inside the wreckage, I could only see a corpse.

They were dead in the fight. No, it was clear that almost all of them had been unilaterally massacred. Among the bodies were many women and children.

Powder walked between the wall and the wall and looked around a little more closely. I thought it was more important to investigate whether the situation was the same in other cities of the Myth Federation, but I couldn't stop looking for survivors I didn't know about.

The story of the city burned down at least days ago. It was difficult to estimate the date of death due to the corruption of the burned bodies, but many others were talking about that day's tragedy. I could see that the powder of the white god with the power of cognition is divine.

‘Powder, there seems to be no survivors. Fly to another city. ’

I heard the voice of the 'master’ in Garura's head. Powder inevitably abandoned his foolishness and prepared for an emergency. But that was the time.

Garura turns her head suddenly. I heard a crunching sound on the back left.

Compared to the pupil of Garura's eyes, the house was halfway down, and sound came from within. Are they survivors hiding from the tragedy?

"Be careful."

I heard the master's voice again. Powder nodded. I didn't know it was one of those who brought about this tragedy, not just the survivors.

Garura, who began releasing his power in case of an emergency, watched the side of the house. The crumple only grew bigger. I thought I'd walk out of the house in a little while.

Is it a child or an adult? Is it a man or a woman? Wouldn't he be badly injured?

Powder was curious. That's why I felt restless for a few seconds.

I heard a loud voice.

The door opened with a burst of fire. Garura watched the door. The owner shouted.

‘Powder, evade! ’

Powder flew up reflexively because it was the master's command that prevailed over everything. After rising into the sky, I looked back at the ground.

There were no quick, sharp arrows that threatened the Garura, nor was there any new blood with terrifying powers. But there were other things.

Crawling out of the house was a dead body with a broken head. The bodies lying on the floor of the street stumbled and stood up. Some even wandered around.

All I could do was fly higher.

The bodies that were scattered all over the city got up one by one and roamed the city. I once again spread the smell of death in a city that is already dead and ruined.

“Zombies? Roast? ”

The New Testament of Article 17. Edward Wing frowned and said so.

In fact, it was strange to think about what had now appeared. Now that all sorts of magic are in handover, 'Command’ wasn't so unusual.

Bart touched his chin and asked.

“Was it Weissman? ”

Behind Pentecollaia stands the Wiseman, who made the Mythical Federation into a swampy field. It was likely that Wiseman was also involved in the 'Rebellion of Amazoness’ that ruined the city.

But the people shook their heads.

“Maybe the Myth Federation prepared it beforehand. They did all kinds of things while offering a living offering. I might have put a terrible spell on the city. ”

It could have been the ultimate means of defending the city, or it could have been created to 'die together’.

I felt nauseous in my stomach a few times, and Dang Ah-young shed his eyes.

“Anyway, isn't that dangerous? ”

At first glance, it was more than a thousand zombies. If it was contagious, it was literally zombie apocalypse.

Asuka and Edwin's expression changed profoundly. The people said as hastily as they calmed everyone down.

“No, it's unlikely. ”

“unlikely? ”

“Yeah, I think they're corrupt. ”

The power of the people was cognition.

The zombies of the Myth Federation were rotting.

“You mean if you leave it alone, you'll destroy it yourself? ”

Bart said and the people nodded. I didn't know which principle was triggering the command, but somehow, after all the corpses were rotting, there was no zombie to move.

However, Edwin still did not unravel his expression.

“When you rot, don't you become a skeleton? If it's a commando anyway. ”

“Phew. I have no reason to deny the possibility. ”

Asca's expression, which was a little relieved when she heard that she was corrupt, grew white again.

Yeongmin said again.

“Anyway, I have to hurry up and spy on the survivors. The city had to give up because of the streets anyway, but not because of the people. ”

The most important ‘resources’ for all races currently in handover were the same.

Population.

Get the people you need no matter what you do.

The combined population of Elder and Britannian was not 20,000. The unknown world quest called Giganto Machia was never more important than the population growth now scheduled.

“Let's look at the situation of other cities in the Myth Federation. It's hard to think that's what's going to happen in every city. ”

There are all five cities in the Myth Federation. It was hard to imagine that the Amazonese rebellion would have occurred equally in all cities, so there would have been a safe city left. Elder and Britannian had to secure the city's population.

“Ugh, I don't know if this looks like a dog to me. ”

Asuka grumbles. Almost everyone who takes Pentecollaia has left for Wiseman. If you think you've joined even those who were enslaved by the Alliance, it's not worth it.

Yeongmin smiled at me.

“But it's not. The population growth may be less than I thought... However, the strong enemy that threatened our north has disappeared. Now that you're gone, you won't have to worry about hitting us again. ”

Elder and Britannian also got a lot of things. And swallowing up more than 10,000 mythological federations in the first place was a crowd. Having accepted so many people, it was likely that ElderBritannian identity would be rather blurred.

Elder and Britannian each had a population of between 1,000 and 2,000.

“By the way, ”

It was Tefnet who voiced his voice. When everyone's eyes converged, Tefnet spoke with a wrinkled face.

“Even if the people perish as they say, they don't disappear immediately. I'm afraid they're crowded. ”

“You don't have to worry about that. ”

The young man's answer was instantaneous. He pointed to the map on the round table after guiding Tefnet's gaze at his finger, feeling relieved and doubtful.

“The distance between the Myth Federation and the Britannians is too long. ”

Britannian elite cavalry groups built a deserted plain. The distance between the Mythical Federation and the Britannians was so far away that it could not reach the realm of the Shi 'i Alliance, even though it was a cavalry with unique manoeuvrability.

The goal of the operation was the absorption of defeated Stragglers in the Battle of the Plains, not Alliance's city hit.

In the barracks, the knight Isolde, who confronted Knight Kay, the general commander of the operation, laid down the document in his hands and said.

“Didn't the number of those surrendering suddenly increase? ”

Thanks to the India of the White God, the Alliance of the ElderBritannians was catching up with Alliance Stragglers in this vast land.

But the story has changed a little recently. It's because Alliance Stragglers are looking for the ElderBritannian Alliance.

Knight Kay replied, drinking fruit juice in a wooden cup.

“Well, the flesh is also the flesh, but it is also a time when the mind can be exhausted. Moreover, they don't talk in their mouth." God has abandoned us. "”

The handover was a world full of ‘the power of God’.

God hears you when you pray.

He proposes a miracle called divine magic.

Everyone believes in the existence of God, even though he reveals himself through faith. I don't doubt it.

Because of this world, 'the absence of God’ had a different meaning.

What does it feel like to be abandoned by a race god?

I imagined for a moment that Kay shook his shoulders lightly. I turned my mind to the other side.

“Anyway, we should go back. I can't handle any more prisoners. ”

“Are you saying you're returning? ”

“Yes, we'd better leave in the morning. ”

Currently, the number of prisoners secured by the Britannians is almost a thousand.

The troops dispatched by the AlderBritannian Alliance for the recruitment of the Stragglers were five hundred cavalry units, so further recruitment was physically crowded. Stragglers may have caused a riot, but they lacked food.

Knight Isolde, who was in charge of this kind of practice, understood what Knight Kay said.

“Very well. I will bring it to Elder. ”

It was an inconspicuous word and thaw, but there was a sense of haste. Knight Kay smiles and asks.

“You're not going to see that gray bear friend? ”

“No.”

“Raccoon, then? ”

“Well, that's a little..... ”

The stubborn face of the knight Isolde collapsed. I was so cute to see my face reddened as I tried to raise my tail up.

Knight Kay allowed me to laugh and talk.

“Goodbye."

“The propagation is the purpose. There's no propagation.”

The small murmured knight Isolde quickly left the barracks.

The lonely knight, Kay, slightly stretched his shoulders. I thought of the elders who fought together in the Great Plains.

“Be one. That wouldn't be bad either. ”

The union of Elder and Britannian.

Naturally recalling the marriage of Juder and Green Yooseong, Kay once again smiled brilliantly.

“Married?”

“Yes."

Aska asks, Dan-A-young nods nicely. I spoke with sparkling eyes as if I were a girl in love.

“I'll put it right up to this later. You have to do it. You have to do it, too. ”

Asuka's face, which she didn't need to be wary of, or just imagining, was too good to manage her expression at all. Asuka, who was quite close to Dae-A-young, but I never saw him like this before, so I did everything I could.

Honestly, he also looked like an idiot. Asca, however, did not feel the slightest desire to see Dang Ah-young. Rather, he stretched out his arms and held her tightly.

“You must have wanted to do it quite a bit. Marriage.”

“Hehehehe.”

Dan-a-young laughed like an idiot again.

It was what Asca said.

It can never happen to Dang Ah-young himself. But that's why I admire you even more.

How much I imagined listening to my teacher's old stories.

At least how jealous I was every time my relatives were married.

“Infant.”

“Huh?”

Dae-a-young smiles in Asuka's arms. Asuka asked her.

“Don't you miss your home? ”

“Not at all.”

The answer was immediate. Dan-a-young, who replied without hesitation for just one second, hardened his face slightly as if he had just laughed. Omrida said her lips several times.

“It's not that many of my cousin sisters don't want to see, but I like this place a lot better. I have Young Min, I have Tef, I have Edward Wing, I have Bart... Well, I have you. ”

At the end, he turned red and bowed his head. Asca strokes her head like that. I once again embraced him.

Dan-A-young asks, shuffling in Asca's arms.

“Do you miss Asca home? No wonder I'm unusual, and you usually miss me? ”

I had family and friends back home.

It was clear that Dang Ah-young himself would be incredibly lonely and distressed if he suddenly broke up with 17 people, including Yeon.

Asca smiled grown-up, but did not hide her emotions. I whispered a little in Dang Ayong's ear.

“Actually, I miss you. I want to eat the meat potatoes my mom gave me. ”

I felt as though I was talking about nurturing a robot. Asca gave me a young voice to bite without my knowledge.

“Can we go back? No, can we survive? ”

The war of gods that was suddenly dragged one day.

When Elder and Cooler fought, when Cooler practically lost.

I was really scared. I thought I was going to die soon. I was terrified even though Bart was next to me.

Ever since Elder and Cooler merged, they have been seeking victory. But I was still anxious. The fact that we may be able to maintain the same peace in the years to come, or in the months to come, has caused fear.

This time, Dae-a-young hugged Asuka. He said as boldly and ruthlessly as ever.

“You win everything and you become a real god. Let's stay with Elder for a long time. ”

Dae-a-young smiled with pride.

Asca could see why she was always beaten up with Dang 'a-young and why she liked Dang 'a-young so much.

“Yes, Ah-young is right. ”

Asca said, and Dan-A-young pinched Asca's cheek a little like Young Min did.

Zeus leans his cheek against his fist. He said to Olympus Twelve, who sat around the table, in a slightly subtle posture to say that he had twisted his chin.

“Giganto Machia. ”

There was no way that Zeus, a mythical enthusiast, knew what Edwin knew. Perhaps none of the false gods knew Giganto Machia better than Zeus.

“I can't believe I'm going to follow the myth, but no matter how much I think about it, it's a war with giants. ”

The approximate explanation of what Giganto Machia was was Zeus, who had already finished in the banquet hall.

Athena slightly touches the laptop keyboard and asks.

“The giants attack the Olympians? ”

“It could be. But if you really follow the myth, the goal will be a little different. ”

“Different?”

It was Hera who returned. I was covering Athena slightly with my body to deter it.

Zeus did not miss Athena's impression, nor did Hera sharpen her eyes. As always, he explained with a slack face.

“The ultimate goal of Gigantes in the mythical Giganto Machia to Greece was to surrender the gods. So they attacked Olympus, the home of the gods themselves. ”

It was not humans that the giants sought to destroy. What they wished for was the fall of Olympus XII, who disobeyed the will of his mother Gaia.

“What, then the giants will attack the new world themselves? ”

Ares, a multiblooded man, stood up. Each Joe's new realm was now in handover, so it was natural for him to get excited.

Zeus shakes his hand as if to calm down.

“It's a possibility everywhere. If it's just a direct match between God and the Giant, it's out of the game. It must be hard to call it a World Quest. ”

The War of the Gods was a ‘race raising' game.

Now it was hard to think that I would come and hold an event that would depend on the power of each of the gods.

“Anyway, Giganto Machia is now all veiled. The other Jordans are probably also vaguely saying, 'There will be a war.’ I'm guessing enough. Well, I suppose this is on the assumption that Giganto Macchia knows what it is. ”

Among the twelve who gave Olympus, only Zeus knew Giganto Machia. Athena Hermes, from a world where Greek mythology was popular, didn't even know it, so it was likely that other Joe didn't even know what Giganto Machia was.

Zeus again focused his attention on Olympus Twelve. He stretched out four fingers and said.

“Now that the Myth Federation has collapsed, the fake gods are divided into four major forces. Olympian and Wiseman-inspired Orcs of Our Olympus Twelve. The ElderBritannian Union of Odin and Knut. And a group in the far east that supposedly united the rest of the forces. ”

The last four were weaker than the ‘Triangle’ and too far away from the Olympians than anything else. It has not yet been considered.

“The white masks announced Giganto Machia's handover time will take place a decade later. Since the ‘Unknown Quest’ is a foreseen yardstick, a fake god with normal thinking will think of a stockpile of power. Just like last time I was preparing for the flood. ”

It is not the time for war with other races.

We need to concentrate our race's capabilities to prepare for the catastrophe that is coming.

Poseidon narrows his eyes.

“I think you're trying to tell a false god story that's not normal. ”

Zeus nods. I tapped the round table with my fingers and answered.

“Because there's that guy. Because in the same situation, there are still people in this game who want to lead the flow by doing something they don't even think about. ”

Olympus Twelve knew who Zeus was talking about. Almost simultaneously I came up with one name.

“Giganto Machia is probably a war. ”

Wiseman was sitting face to face with a woman with rainbow hair. The place was a library, and between the two there was only one small table with chess plates up.

The woman with the rainbow hair turned her head sideways. I murmured, avoiding Wiseman's gaze.

“Don't even look at me like that. The contents of Giganto Machia are said to be confidential. ”

“I don't care because your eyes are answering. ”

A woman with rainbow hair narrowed her glabella in response to Weissman's lazy answer. I grumbled at Wiseman again.

“I don't think my performance will be shallow enough to read these shallow numbers of emotions. ”

“Just like in the flood. It will be a World Quest that will never be fulfilled, and there will certainly be some fallen. ”

Whatever the woman with the rainbow hair said, Wiseman only said what she had to say. A woman with rainbow hair closes her eyes tightly.

Wiseman laughed infrequently. I closed my eyes tightly and lightly stroked the head of a woman with a rainbow hair that closed her lips.

“Then why don't we switch ideas? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

A woman with a rainbow hair only slightly opened one eye. Wiseman smiled again. The cushion answered with a deep back on the fluffy chair.

“It makes me fall. ”

Events that may fall.

A race that may be destroyed by ‘trials’ on a world scale, not wars between races.

“Giganto Machia happens decades later in handover time. Given enough time to manoeuvre. ”

Prepare for Giganto Machia for decades.

Ordinary false gods would accept a time of ‘ten years’ as such. But Wiseman was different.

“Handover of small amounts is abnormal. In less than thirty years, we've made tremendous progress. Although it is characterized by rapid growth, it does not keep up with that incredible rate of development, making it too small a population. ”

What the hell is Wiseman trying to say?

The woman with the rainbow hair finally opened her eyes again. Like Weissman, I buried my back in a chair and slightly stretched my lips.

Wiseman kept saying,

“Fewer populations. This is why it relies too much on the ‘heroes’ of each race. ”

On the battlefield, 'Individuals' are still exerting great power.

The battle between the ElderBritannian Alliance and the Mythical League proved this.

“Then what if we get rid of the hero. Can we survive Giganto Machia without a hero? ”

“Are you talking about assassination right now? ”

The voice of a woman with rainbow hair changed slightly, but sharply. Wiseman asks the pipe in his mouth as if it wasn't algebraic.

“It could just be a desk comment. ”

It couldn't have happened. Wiseman was serious now.

“Let's take Elder as your favorite example for now. ”

A woman with rainbow hair flickered. Wiseman put the fire in the pipe.

“Which of Elder's heroes should I eliminate? Eliminating who would have the greatest impact on Giganto Machia? ”

“Of course it's a lightning storm. ”

“Yes, but not at the same time. ”

A woman with a rainbow hair curls her head. Wiseman explained.

“The lightning storm must have been Elder's King. Without him, Elder may have already perished. He was the ‘monster of Elder’ who worked miracles several times to save Elder. ”

The woman with the rainbow hair nodded. According to Weissman, without a lightning storm, Elder would have fallen into a black mask ambush before he even fought the Nectars.

“But it's not a lightning storm for a few reasons. ”

Wiseman vomited a smoke. Pipes and cigarettes were all handcrafted by Wiseman.

“First, it's hard to get rid of him. No matter what anyone says, the Lightning Storm is the best handover warrior there is. The history of the lightning storm is also known as Elder's history. The 17th clan must have taken a lot of balls from the lightning storm. I don't think I can do anything other than kill myself. ”

The lightning storm in the middle of Elder's country, which would be the spiritual home of Article 17, could bring about enormous‘ support from the gods’. Wiseman did not forget Hector's defeat.

“Secondly, the times have changed. You must have seen the battle between the ElderBritannian Alliance and the Mythical League. ”

The woman with the rainbow hair opened her eyes wide at the moment. He pulled his back from the chair and raised his torso.

“You, no way..... ”

The battle between the AlderBritannian Alliance and the Alliance.

Aspects of that fight.

The difference between the fight and the fight so far.

“Yes, what needs to be removed is green oil. ”

How did Elder reinforcements get there in time?

What crashed the Dragon of the Myth Federation on the ground.

What drives Green Oil to slaughter Nephilim single-handedly?

Holy magic.

That might be a miracle of God.

“Elder's Tactical Weapon. One who can speak the supreme magic of all gods. The second Elder's monster that causes miracles. ”

It was more of a Green Oil Storm than a Lightning Storm. The value of a Green Oil Storm is already greater than a Lightning Storm if you leave your Combat Strength alone and choose "Usefulness".

“You don't care about Elder. I don't have anything to say about it. No wonder you care about Elder. ”

“What are you... talking about? ”

The answer was somewhat late. It was a face half-covered with a white mask, but it nevertheless revealed agitation. Wiseman was old enough not to dig any further. I didn't even want to harass my horse.

“I'll watch. I'm pretty excited about what the end will be. ”

I've already used my hands.

That's why I told you the story.

A woman with a rainbow hair hurriedly reaches into the air. I read the records of the world's systems by exerting 'divinity’. I looked at the handover.

Northern so-called marbles.

The land of the Mashin.

The throne was empty.

The Demon King wasn't there.