World Maker

Giganto Machia.

War of gods and giants.

Nine years in handover time.

A year in the New World's time.

There have been many changes in the flow of time, dizzily and rapidly.

A few horses run well along the path between the great town of Shangrira, the capital of the Holy Kingdom, and the fortified city of Avalon.

At the forefront was a white horse without a tee, on top of which was a woman in a heavy body.

There was nothing odd about a woman riding a horse as many as there were Shangri-Lines who liked to ride horses. Rather, it was a daily sight.

But those who saw the horse running and those who sat on it stopped doing what they were doing. Some cheered with a big wave, while others quietly gave examples.

Those who followed the horse running ahead were all ‘knights’. A red cloak with a light leather armor and a white thread-shaped number of swords proved it.

On the other hand, there was no token for a woman running in the lead. The clothes I was wearing were just plain everyday clothes that could be found anywhere. But already her appearance, the long, white hair that scattered along the wind, proved her.

Green oil.

Princess Shangrira of the Holy Kingdom, member of the Knights of the Round Table at the same time.

The green oil greeted people by lightly shaking their hands on horses slowed down. This is because almost all of them have come to the big town they were aiming for.

“Still.”

He stroked the throat of a horse tired of running as hard as he could and said with a small amount of green oil. One of those who barely caught up with the Green Oil, Knight Fiora said, side by side with the Green Oil.

“I came three months ago, so I'm sure I did. Do I have to run like this every time I come over here? ”

Not only horses, but also people who were quite exhausted suffocated. She was still an active woman who had two children, but apparently her stamina had never been the same before.

Green oil scratched his back head at Fiora's nagging voice. She was once a girl in her mid-twenties, but she was the same girl as Jana is now. He smiled a little silly and said.

“Running makes me feel God, so I don't know. ”

Fiora looks around Zexec once and pinches her cheek slightly with a green oil. Ignoring the men who coughed in the back, I lightly tapped all over the clothes of the Green Meteor.

“It's all dusty. Before we go to the Royal Palace, let's take it lightly. The king will misunderstand again. ”

Does it make sense that the princess of Shangrira, who is also Avalon's chambermaster and knight of the Round Table, does not wear her clothes properly and eat poorly? It was just a stupid daughter of a king.

“Hehe.”

The green oil smiled again, and Fiora pinched the cheek of the green oil again. This time it was so cute that I lost my hand.

The number of articles that followed for the escort of the Green Meteor was all five, including Fiora. It was a heavy escort, but Jude Pandragan, the lord of Avalon and head of the Knights of the Round Table, always grumbled that this was too little.

Green oil was out of sight. "The wall of the red god" was seen far away. It was a sacred wall that protected the big town, the capital of Shangrira.

“It's new, but it's changed a lot. ”

It was a small murmur, but Fiora reacted immediately.

“When?”

“Just like old times. ”

It really changed a lot. There were more people, and the landscape of the village changed.

The current population of the Holy Kingdom of Shangrira was estimated at about 50,000.

Elder and Britannian, the remnants of the Alliance, the 'Godless Races’ from the south and east, and the newborn children of Shangrira.

More homes and more natural villages. As evidenced by the abundance of manpower, the fields were also several times wider than they used to be.

‘And so are my clothes. ’

Green oil was wearing ‘trousers’ now. Not only that, I also wore underwear properly and wore very sturdy leather boots.

It was uncomfortable a few years ago, but now it was as comfortable as if it were an extension of the body.

“I heard that the Black One had a second. ”

One of the articles stared at the red wall along the Green Oil and Fiora said. I was close to murmuring without thinking much about what came to mind.

But the reactions around him were different. Fiora opened her eyes like she was about to eat, and the rest of the knights looked troubled.

I quickly covered my mouth as if I realized that even the father-in-law who said it was a mistake.

Black, Lady of the White Yooseong, the Holy Knight of Shangrira has a second.

It was good news. It was a great blessing, considering that the hands were precious among the Blood Elders.

Nevertheless, it was because of the green oil that the knights, including Fiora, became distressed.

Green oil.

Beautiful and strong, the princess of Shangrira, the glory of Shangrira, loved by all the people.

But she had no children. It's been nine years since I married Avalon lord Jude Pandragan, but I haven't even heard from him that the ship has been called.

Pureblood Elder originally had precious hands.

Moreover, newborn blood was not a good way of bearing children.

It may have been natural not to have a leisure child between Green Oil and Eudor.

But still, nine years was too long. It's the Knights of the Round Table in Avalon. I knew how horrible Judah loved Green Oil, but only people outside the castle. It was just a distant story.

There were rumors that there was a problem with the Green Oil because of the bad relationship between Judah and the Green Oil. Some of the knights who were overloyal or knowledgeable insisted that Judas should bring in another woman even to get a successor.

There were still many who loved green oil. It was nice to be overwhelmed.

But even so, the wound was a wound. I didn't express it properly, so I was in deep self-esteem.

Fiora looks carefully at the green oil side. Green oil smiled with a bright face and said.

“Yeah, that worked. ”

I didn't even have a little crease. So Fiora bites her lips. Because I thought I couldn't draw such a bright smile without making it up.

“Let's go. Slow down from here. ”

“Okay, Fiora is always worried. ”

Green oil is again ahead of us. A black virgin resembling a dragon scattered along the wind with her fixed white hair.

With a small sigh, Fiora follows the Green Oil Star with the knights.

“Yo, you're still pretty. Why don't you hug him? ”

As soon as he arrived at the 'Red Wall’, he encountered a black bear standing with his arms wide open. He was the best soldier to be admired by all, but not by Green Yooseong. He was a stupid black bear who lived next door before he was a general.

The green oil glimpses from the horse and holds it in the arms of a black bear. A black bear, still as young as a girl, who dragged the green oil so hard to crush, stroked the head of the green oil, and the green oil rubbed its head against the chest of the black bear.

“Auntie White Deer... Is it true that you have the fifth? ”

White Deer, surrogate of the White God.

She gave birth to four children despite her virginity, and this time she conceived a fifth.

He nodded with a slightly cool face, as he was usually a black bear who knew the concerns of the Green Meteor.

“That's how it happened. ”

“That's great, that's great. I'd like to ask Judas to learn a little too. ”

“Hmm.”

The black bear, who once burst his cough, released the green oil from his arms. I greeted Fiora and the knights who followed me lightly, and then moved inside the wall side by side.

The big town inside the wall has also changed significantly. A small number of paramilitaries wandered around the village to maintain security, and the people's ashes were different from the old days.

Green Yooseong walks around with a big hand of a black bear. I didn't forget to shake my hands lightly to those who recognize the green oil and greet me.

“What about Dad and White Yooseong these days? ”

“It's always the same. Still healthy and energetic. And so is your mother. ”

Unlike the green oil living in the airborne Avalon, the white oil lived in a large village. A holy knight of the White God, he was also called the Twin Wall of Shangrira, alongside Avalon's Lord Jude Pandragan.

The green oil that still reminded me of my eye-catching brother's face when I saw Eudor smiled without my knowledge. He pulls the black bear's hand and asks.

“What about the gray bear?”

“I'm not back yet. This voyage seems to be getting a little longer. ”

Knight Isolde and his gray bear settled in a newly pioneered sea village in the north. To pioneer the sea, a ‘new realm’ for the people of Shangrira.

Talking like this, I walked away and arrived in front of the Royal Palace. Unlike in the old days when it was just a big house, I now saw a palace that was worth it. A red-walled miniature wall surrounds the royal palace, and a two-storey villa in the middle of the garden is large and spacious enough to house dozens of people. It was natural for the royal palace to incorporate the temple of the White God.

The black bear, who arrived in front of the guards guarding the entrance to the royal palace, paused and looked back at the Green Meteor Castle. As a black bear, it was a green oil star that I hadn't seen since my last visit. It was a pleasure to hold her tightly once again.

“It's new, but welcome back. ”

“Nice to meet you, too. ”

“Hmm.”

It was Fiora who burst her cough in the back. Even though he was an uncle of the Green Meteor, it was a bit difficult to hold the Lady of Avalon in such a crowded place.

The black bear quickly released the green oil, and the green oil grabbed the black bear's arm.

“Let's go quickly. ”

“Yes.”

The Black Bear took a step forward. I remember the thunderstorm on the throne and laughed.

“How is that not possible? I feel sorry for you.”

Even if we were married, Dang-a-young was Dang-a-young. It was only a hairstyle that changed in a year from the time of the New Testament. As if paired with a green oil, she cries out after fixing her long hair tied high with a dragon-headed virgin.

A child to be born between Green Oil and Eudor.

Neither of them had a problem. It was just a matter of probability.

A newborn Eugene Pandragan who has too much talent to see his descendants.

Green oil with precious pure blood Elder in the beginning and strong holy power, like Judas.

Tefnet, the goddess of love, gently threw her back.

“Let's wait a little longer. ”

“Ugh.”

It was the same for both the 'Twelve Gods’ in Article 17 who felt sorry for Green Oil's hard work. It wasn't just Dae-a-young who regarded Green Yooseong as his daughter.

Asca, who stared at Dae-young and Tefnet as always, muttered.

“I'm having a bad time right now. Honestly, it's better not to get pregnant right now. ”

“What does that mean? ”

Dae-a-young opens his eyes and looks back at Aska. Asca frowned and explained.

“Nine years and five months. It's the last time we've been notified of Giganto Machia. The World Quest is right in front of your nose because you don't know what's going to happen... If Green Oil is pregnant now, it's a bit sackcloth. ”

The period of notice received during the banquet is ten years.

But considering the time of the flood, it was completely unreliable. It wouldn't be weird if Giganto Machia started right now.

Dang Ayoung also knew what Asca was saying. But my heart was still bad.

“Asca sometimes makes so much noise. ”

“I like it, so I'm not saying it. ”

Asca tapped the console again with her lips slanted. It was a divine output for the development of new divine magic.

World Quest Giganto Macia's identity was still in the dark fog nine years after the handover time. I couldn't be prepared either way because I didn't know what was going to happen. I had to consider as many variables as I could, even if it seemed to be a waste of my psyche.

On that premise, the area in which Article 17 was empowered was sacred magic again. Applicability was also applicability, but it was a means of strengthening the power of the race itself.

“There you are. ”

The round table's visit was opened and Guinevere entered. Of a quiet and calm character, she joined the women's faction of Article 17 without major troubles. Unlike Morgana always fighting Dang Ayong.

Dan-a-young asked him to come and sit down and knock on his side.

“What about Yeongmin and Knut? ”

Guinevere smiles awkwardly. Instead of opening his mouth, he pointed his finger at the ceiling.

Dae-A-young listened, and Asuka created a new screen to send out the external situation.

Upper New System of Article 17.

The people and Knut were fighting in the air.

Fake gods can also use divine magic.

A ‘cognitive’ soul actively utilized divine magic in the new world.

In fact, the use of false divine magic could not have a major impact on the 'War of the Gods’ itself. It was impossible for a fake god to intervene directly in the handover.

However, the ability of a fake god to use divine magic himself meant that more precise data could be collected. Rather than just explaining things in words to others, it was only natural for them to be more efficient at making and experimenting with their own hands.

The people sped up the development of divine magic, and the time of the new world has resulted in the development of various divine magic over the past year.

A sharp sound echoed.

Morgana, standing on the ground and staring up at the sky, sighed and opened her mouth, and knight Gerwain and Percival flinched as if the blood were boiling every time the workshop came.

It was the people and Knut who were fighting in the air.

Knut's back, which spanned almost the same gloves as Juder's, was splendidly spread with six broad wings. Frenzied with the power of flotation, Wang yielded almost complete freedom in the air.

Against this, there was a white light in the whole body. Like Knut, I was vacuuming, but I felt a little different.

Knut was flying, and the people were running through the air.

Unlike a typical workshop, the two were distant from each other each time they exchanged strikes. I felt like I was beating fast and pulling myself back. I felt like I was embracing the air in the trajectory of light because the two of them were moving so fast and the radius of movement was too large.

How many attacks have they already sent and received?

The people and Knut stopped at the same time. Instead of rushing towards each other again, I looked at each other ten meters apart. I stretched my shoulders, vomiting a cold breath, without anyone having to start.

At first glance, it was a fabulous fight, but if the battle had continued like this, winning would have been Knut. Leaving the difference between basic skills and experience, the martial law itself was followed by a lot of consumption.

Knut's flight was the power of armor, and everything else was Knut's natural power, so there was nothing to consume but the strength needed for combat.

But the people were different. There were only six assistive magic trapped in the soul's body, and running through the air was also the power of divine magic.

Knutt smiles freshly as the inhabitants unleash all the divine magic except Skywalker. He recovered the fake Excalibur and first landed on the ground.

“Wouldn't you rather use a weapon, too? A sword or a spear. ”

The folk that followed preferred to lay down in place rather than answer. I barely answered with a dying voice.

“Weapons can do the trick. There's a little bit of windowing.”

“Yes, but it's different from the range of basic attacks. And the magic that strengthens those limbs consumes quite a bit of power, doesn't it? ”

Dealing with a man with a knife by a barehanded jurist was more of a "maneuver."

The range was overwhelmingly short.

It was impossible to bounce or stop the sword with bare hands.

You can only attempt an attack if you narrow it down to the distance while avoiding enemy attacks.

The people strengthened their hands and feet with divine magic, blocking Knut's sword, and avoiding Knut's attacks by strengthening his agility, reflexes, and vision.

Even if it was a fake god, it was only because of this that I was forced to consume so much.

“It's definitely fresh though. I have a different way of fighting the air war. ”

Knut hesitates to sit next to the people. Watching as he flew up, Gurwain and Percival were flying into the air with their respective fanatics.

Unlike the Frenzied Knights of Britannia, the Holy Spirit ran through the air. I stepped on a real angle even in the sky without a floor, and I launched a sharp attack in a stable position.

The people were strong. If the current combat style were to be more established, Knut himself would have to do his best if the use of divine magic duplicates were to be more efficient.

“Are you still struggling? ”

Yeongmin repeated to hide instead of answering. Knut, who laughed at the pie, opened his mouth again only around the time of Gerwain and Percival's confrontation.

“What do you think of Knut? ”

“What do you want?”

Knut's gaze was still chasing Gervain and Percival. The people also saw those two. I naturally asked.

“I got dragged into this game. ”

“Do you bury that in a year? That too? ”

“Well, now that I'm a little close. ”

Knut looks at the people and shrugs his shoulders while lying down.

After all, it was Knut who laughed first. Knut, who lay beside his people, began to talk as he looked up at the sky.

“I was a prince. He was to be king. Well, I haven't been on the throne in three years, actually, but it was a real king. My father actually retired. ”

Holy Britannia.

The greatest kingdom.

“I'm a bit different from you 17 trillion people. I don't know what the masked operatives were planning, but they moved in with their acquaintances. With all my favorites. ”

Article 33 was favourable from the outset.

It was a tremendous privilege to leave the world without knowledge and to come to this world with the means to achieve 'proper cooperation’ from the outset.

When so many people gathered, there was no choice but to speak more naturally. Not all Joe helped each other, as did 17. There was also a reflection of the tide, and there were many tides that perished in vain because they could not adapt to the situation itself.

Article 33 could be more emotionally stable because it had been moved on with those who knew it, and cooperation could also be easily achieved because the relationship between the ups and downs was clear. There was a disconnect called Knutra, so there was no serious quarrel between the aides.

“Two of the most trusted articles, Percival and Gawain. Merlin is like my grandfather to me. I don't know if witches are fun at night or day because they have a spicy taste, my lovely sister Guinevere. ”

To be honest, it was a fraudulent combination. It was no exaggeration to say that I had all my lovers, my sister, my friends, my trusted advisors, all my relationships.

“So I didn't feel very lonely. I had no regrets about not being king. Rather, it was a matter of homeland worries, but there were still talented writers, including Lancelot, who wanted to do something about it. ”

Percival and Gawain laughed as they fought. The roaring laughter in the sky was quite loud, but Knut accepted it with pleasure.

“It was fun to be a race god and raise Britannians. Why does it feel so different to rule the kingdom as a king? ”

I liked the conditions I had passed.

I also enjoyed being a race god and ruling the race.

But it was not those who felt the greatest absurdity in the first place about the false gods being dragged into these gods' wars.

A compulsory Death Game in which you become involved irrespective of your doctor.

The Yeongmin did not deliberately point that out. Because Knut knew it, too.

“I wasn't afraid. No, it's more like admitting than not being afraid. If you lose, you'll die. That's natural in a way. ”

The same was true of Holy Britannia. If you lose to a neighboring country, so far as the country is concerned, the royal family, Knut, has no choice but to die. No, I will go out on the front lines in the first place and fight, so I was more likely to die when I lost the battle.

“Elder, do you like it? ”

Knut looks back at the people and asks. I spoke straight away without waiting for an answer.

“I became fond of Britannian, too. I'm sorry for the people of Britannia, but it felt completely different from the people. It was hard to bring emotion to an individual, but one of those big crowds felt like my child. That's why I became more passionate. I wanted to protect Britannian. ”

A race god loves a race.

Races love their race gods.

I don't know what it would be like for another Joe, but at least 17 trillion people on earth love their species as humans, as children.

Knut scratches his cheeks and raises his torso. He scratched to the back of the head to see if it was lacking on the cheek.

“I feel like I'm talking about something separate from the intention you asked me. ”

“No, it was helpful enough. ”

The Spirit also raised his torso. It was really helpful, not empty words. What the people wanted to know was Knut's reaction itself.

“We're more like human beings than fake gods yet. ”

The inhabitants themselves, as well as Knut.

Maybe Zeus and Weissman are, too.

“More human than God? What do you mean...? ”

Knut did not finish with a question. The sound of a sharp emergency bell echoed throughout the entire new system and swallowed up all the sounds.

There was no need to expand the screen separately. A screen of light engraved with a large exclamation mark appeared before the eyes of all the fake gods in the new system.

It was an exclamation point for quest notifications that I have already seen several times.

World Quest Giganto Machia has begun.

I urge you, fake gods of the new world, to be prepared for shock.

The second sentence was immediately incomprehensible.

Prepare for the shock?

At this moment, the inhabitants perceived. I shouted with my eyes wide open.

“Grab something! Move... fall! ”

The inhabitants used the number of root canals to anchor their bodies to the ground. Gerwain and Percival rushed to the ground as they swore in the air, and Morgana fell down screaming like her usual.

The new world shakes. It crashes like a game.

A new generation that was high above the handover.

The altitude of the new system has been lowered. Edwing, looking outside the new system through the console in the round table room, vomits a new scream.

I was forced to shatter all the new bodies and things that crashed on the ground at this rate. Furthermore, the direction of the crash was the capital of Shangrira, not anywhere else.

Above three thousand meters.

Two thousand meters.

One thousand meters.

The new world shakes once again. Suddenly it stopped, and a violent shock wave spread across the entire new system, just like when the vehicle that was running rough hit the wall.

The fake gods screamed in agony.

And it was not just the new system of Article 17.

The same thing happened to all the remaining gods.

What I saw when I opened my eyes was the high ceiling.

The vision is blurred. The eyes blink with a low groan.

I saw a face I knew.

White, pretty face.

Even though she's over forty, she's still the most beautiful woman in Elder, the Holy Kingdom, Shangrira.

White deer.

The moment he remembered his name, the spirit raised his torso and stood up. Surprised white deer's voice is heard.

“Uh, so... Ramu? ”

Ramu.

A person who appears in the myth of the White God.

The Incarnation of the White God who led the new Elders from that distant meadow.

It was called by that name. There was a white deer in front of my eyes.

I wonder if he came to the handover as an avatar again?

At the same time, the people took a breath and looked around. The temple of the White God was clear. He was lying on the floor of the temple hall, and there was a white deer right next to him. If you can hear the rumbling sound around, the other Elders seemed to be pretty good too.

World Quest Giganto Machia.

A new system that crashed with the power to collide with the handover.

“Ramu?”

The white deer called again. The inhabitants nodded roughly and wanted to take out whatever they had to say.

But the thought disappeared within days. Reflectively rolling his pupils, the spiritual person who looked around flashes from his place and walks to the other side of the temple. It wasn't because of the thunder of the surrogate who saw himself and said, "Moore." It was because of the woman who was looking after the thunder.

“Baby?”

A goddess with long, black hair.

Dan-A-young was clear.

Zeus squeezes at the temple as if he had a headache. Like himself, he murmured against Hera, Poseidon, and Athena as they descended on the handover naked.

“Giganto Machia. War of gods and giants. But this is too blatant. ”

The Olympian Temple.

The priests who found the Avatar of the Gods were coming this way.

Weissman felt exhausted for a different reason than Zeus.

Scenarios of fake gods coming directly to the handover and fighting giants with their factions were within the expected range. What he felt annoyed now was the new conditions that were not within the expected range.

There was no roof before the Orcs' replacement. So Wiseman was able to see straight away.

A new system with not only a lower altitude, but also a connection to the handover.

And one more thing.

“Now you want us to come and work together? ”

The Wiseman, who smashes the text of the glittering light right next to him, looks away.

The residence of the remaining tribes was a central point when it was referred to as the vertex of each.

World Quest: Giganto Machia

The reaction of giants trapped in Abyss has begun. The goal of giants is to destroy all the gods that have locked them up.

The new realm was connected to the ground by the giant's mother Gaia. If the giant tower that connects the new realm with the handover is occupied by giants, the new realm can also be directly attacked.

It is not just each new system that is at risk. The central system, which would be the home of all the gods, was also exposed on the ground. Even if you succeed in defending each new system, everything will be over once the central system is destroyed. The new realm will be destroyed, and the giants will destroy the factions of the handover who lost their guardians.

Kind of new, central, handover. The consequences of Giganto Macia could lead to the annihilation of the world. I wish you all the best.

In succession, Edwin swallowed a drowsy spit in the text of the light that came to mind. Due to sudden vibrations, a one-sixteenth size figure of green oil, which was already working for the full year, became a full-blown figure, but I couldn't afford to care less.

Edwin gets up and runs. The new letters of light that came to mind in a row dimmed Edwing's eyes.

Giganto Machia is a war between God and a giant, man. The gods must cooperate with humans to defend this world.

Some of the gods will descend as avatars on the ground. The number of descending avatars depends on the number of fake gods in each new realm.

Edwing himself was here now. There are currently twelve fake gods in section 17. I don't know how many of them are going down, but it was very important to know who is going down.

It is the Avatars who descend to battle, which is the direct battle. The remaining fake gods in the new realm will serve as aids and support for the factions in the new realm, as they did in the previous World Quest, Avatar Descent.

There were many ‘Mutupa’ gods in Article 17.

Among the existing fake gods, you can call them the 'strongest'.

A White Goddess who received the Volcano Mine from Dang Ayoung.

Warrior Bart of Africa.

A Sword Knut worshipped by Britannians.

Knights Gawain and Percival at the Round Table.

Witch Morgana, a sorcerer and knight.

Seven of the twelve were Mutufa. It was definitely a lot. But the chances are it wasn't enough without a chin.

How many will descend? Even if only four of the twelve descended, the number of 'non-combatants’ increased. Edward Wing himself remains in the new world, so he was in fact selected among eleven.

Tefnet's coming down?

If it's a horse fight, Asca, who's a pack of punches, will never go down?

What about Guinevere, literally the ‘princess’?

I didn't know what kind of 'Giant’ the enemy of Giganto Macia was. But the fate of the world could never have been better established.

In the first place, the war of gods was based on death.

The central temple was too far away. It was because he secretly created a workshop in the corner of the new world.

‘Damn it! Show me the white deer figures! ’

Edwin's golden legs once again hit the ground. And at that moment, Edwin screamed without a sound. The same was true of Edwin and his snowy opponents.

It was Bart.

One of the Mutupas dropped out.

Ten out of twelve now. Among them, the number of Mutupa is now six.

No, it wasn't. Bart, who was running poorly, pointed to the sky.

I saw Edward Wing. This time, I screamed with a mixture of greed.

Knut, Gawain and Percival landed in the central shrine.

Seven.

The remaining Mutupa must be three.

I had no choice. At this moment, there was only one face painted in Edwin's head.

“Sister Teff! ”

Edwin did his best.

“Ayoung?”

The sound of thunder asks. The people can't answer right away. I hurriedly approached Dang Ayong's side, grabbed Dang Ayong's neck and wrist, and felt a pulse.

“Haah.”

Fortunately, nothing more. Seeing his breath pick up, it seemed like a simple fainting.

Avatar descent.

Another facing handover.

The text of light also came into the eyes of the people. The swift soul once again vomits a breath of relief. Because I came up with the same idea as Edwin.

'Is it Ajyung and me? ’

No, I could almost call it the best combination.

Dang Ah-young, the strongest of the fake gods.

A person who can best match his or her breathing with such a child.

Of course, Knut was stronger than his people. But the people had divine magic. Of course, they lagged somewhat behind Merlin and Morgana, who were wizards in the first place, in terms of skill and application, but if it was a comprehensive combat force, the people themselves were superior to both.

“Ramu? Is that the Avatar Ramu of the White God? ”

The sound of thunder asked again. The people nodded because they couldn't let her go until then. The white deer covered themselves with blankets about when it was approaching, and so did the young man lying naked.

Giganto Machia.

Gods and giants, human wars.

It was noticed that the Elders were anxious in the temple. The people turned their heads to bring thunder and lightning storms to the white deer.

However, only one word was spoken by the people. It was because the eye recognized it at the same time as it was captured.

“Guinea... empty? ”

On one corner of the temple, Guinevere twists his naked body. He vomited a rough breath without even thinking about covering the naked body that had not been covered with a silo, and he collapsed.

Guinevere descended, and the Heavenly Princess with her two fingers withdrew from the fight if she considered the 'weakest' among the false gods of Article 17.

The harvest didn't end there.

This time, I heard the horrors of Elders, screams, and wonders behind my back. I ‘knew’ the facts before I even looked back at the sharpened heart of the people as they became sharper because of the emergency.

‘Please.'

I hope that what I perceive is wrong.

The Villager looks back and sees a woman with a face that looks like she's about to cry. I mixed the textures and called her name.

“Asca.”

Asca didn't even think about covering her body. I burst into tears.

Wiseman took a rough step. Instead of bursting into anger, I tried to control myself.

“Rust.”

At the same time as the call, I turned my gaze to the sky. I saw a black and beautiful bird flying at full speed towards Weissman himself.

Rust.

One of Weissman's angels and demons. A colourful demon guarding the side of Eclipse, the Reader of Masin.

Rust painted a beautiful woman as she landed on the ground. I spread the darkness over Weissman's body.

Rust wanted to talk to Wiseman a lot. But Wiseman didn't allow it, and he gave a prize to her who was craving a prize for her head.

Rust became happy, sarcastic as if in an ecstasy, and Wiseman took another step. I called the names of the demons in a row.

“Lars, Sloth. ”

The two were quite far away. To respond to the call, I was rushing crazily towards the center of the marvel, Mars, but it would take quite some time to reach it.

Wiseman was not foolish. He also called the name of another demon.

“Pride.”

“Yes, my lord. ”

His voice was heard ten steps in front of him. The blue-haired woman, who suddenly appeared as if she had risen from the ground, gave an example to Wiseman, kneeling on one knee and bowing her head.

Pentesileia, goddess of the Amazonians.

Pride, now one of the seven sins.

She also changed. It was not at the level of resetting memory like the other seven sins, but it was clear that it had been adjusted.

Pride's performance was superior to the other seven sins, as it was the strongest of the seven false gods, and the last created being. There were no seven sins that could defeat her in the field of combat.

Still as beautiful as she was when she was a fake god, Rust felt rivalry and anger at the same time, but Weissman did not feel the need to do this. Rust was more of a wiseman than a fried man who still lacked a path if he was affectionate about his usefulness or tools.

But I didn't have to expose it, not now. Like Rust, Weissman, who stroked Fried's head once, teases his fingers in the air.

One thousand metres above ground level. Nazic said to the new system of Article 111, an island in the air that is so far away that it cannot be seen.

“Wiz, are you listening? Take a look at the situation around the world with Envi. It is a priority to find out who each pair of avatars on the ground is. ”

World Quest Giganto Machia was forced to assume ‘cooperation’.

There are two places to protect.

Either of them will die and die.

It is fundamental to protect each false god's new realm. In fact, this alone does not require ‘cooperation’.

But the problem is the guardianship of the central system.

Abandon cooperation with other gods and defend only your own new realm?

Then what if the central realm is attacked? You leave your life, your destiny, to other fake gods?

The conditions were too extreme to target a 'free ride’. I was forced to defend both the new and the central system.

That was why it was important to know who the fake God who came to earth was.

The modalities of cooperation varied depending on who was eligible to share the direct community.

Wiseman was a foe to false gods in the east. They massacred their children, their newborn children, and since then, such sabotage has hindered the development of the Eastern peoples.

It was difficult to coordinate properly with them.

Forgetting yesterday's hostilities to confront the public enemy and everyone working together with all their might was just an ideology in cartoons and novels.

‘Unlike me alone, the other fake gods of Joe will be in touch with the fake gods in the divine system. But it's only indirect communication. Somewhat strong, but I like a fake god that I can control. ’

Wiseman erased the false gods of the east once in his head. I thought only of the two tribes, the Olympians and the ElderBritannians, who are now born Shangri-La.

Olympian.

The worst number is Zeus' descent.

Zeus was out of control. The moment Zeus descended, it was clear that no matter who descended among the twelve gods of Olympus would gather around Zeus.

It was the same as being raised against a rebellious supremacy in the long term horses available to the fake gods of the Olympians.

It didn't matter who restricted Zeus, but if it was a good case, Poseidon, Hera, and Artemis would descend.

It was also a martial arts system, but the three were usually entrusted with almost all of Zeus's judgments. Without Zeus as much as they are, it was easy to make a long term horse.

‘Odin and Knutt are in trouble for Shangrira. ’

The people of Shangrira were not exaggerated by Zeus, and Knut was king. Moreover, it would not be worth it if only one of the two came down, as there were 17 more poisonous pairs between them than the other.

"Somewhat different from Zeus. This isn't the worst part. Either one of you will be able to help clear a World Quest called Giganto Machia. ’

Zeus was with Weissman himself. But the people and Knut were different. They were two different kinds of human beings than Weissman himself.

Wiseman gave up thinking. Further reasoning was meaningless. Better wait for Wiz and Envi to gather information.

“Master, over there. ”

Rust said he waited as soon as the memorial was over. Unlike her usual, she pulls the Weissman's collar slightly, but even slightly.

Wiseman was somewhat embarrassed because it was an act she wouldn't even imagine if it were her usual, but she understood it within hours. Because I understood that Rust had a good reason.

Wiseman looked in the direction Rust pointed. I saw six black wings flying in this direction with wide open wings.

Rust's mother was young in her eyes. She shook her lips without grasping the edge of Weissman's collar and ran forward. I opened my arms as if I were greeting him who landed on the ground.

The owner of the six wings landed on the ground. Rust hugged him, and once again shook his lips. I was so nervous, I could barely open the door.

“Yes, yes... Father... My lord, Eclipse. ”

Rust was terrified because of what he was saying and what he was doing.

What if the master is angry?

You shouldn't be angry with Eclipse because of his rude tone.

But I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell Eclipse.

Being a demon in a fake god was, in a way, a castration. It was a forced separation from a loved one.

For Rust, Eclipse was her new race. It was more precious than her life.

Eclipse holds Rust's hand tightly. He always held on to his face, but this time he couldn't.

His forehead, which was not even nervous when he clashed with Hercules, the Olympian's strongest new blood hero, was a little cold, but sweaty.

“Oh, Father. ”

Eclipse said. Rust looks at Wiseman with a face that looks like he's going to die of tension.

Wiseman smiled softly.

“Eclipse. My son. ”

It was my first time seeing each other in this way and fostering friendship.

Eclipse smiles brightly on his face. Rust burst into tears.

Wiseman thought as he looked at those two.

‘This is also an opportunity to increase the number of new blood relatives. ’

It was not known how many years Giganto Machia would follow.

I wondered if I might survive Giganto Mika.

But it was natural to think about it afterwards.

Fried grabs Weissman's arm. Wiseman didn't necessarily call her such a tree.

“That's the worst.”

Bart, who murmured low, looked around with a slightly nervous eye.

The colder and calmer the crisis, the more he referred to the 'worst’, not only because his lover, Asca, came to Avatar on the ground.

He was not in the system of Article 17 now. Not only that, but all the fake gods of Article 17 who did not descend on the handover were out of the Article 17 realm.

Central Systems.

The ‘island' floating in the air was no different from other gods. The size of Article 17 was thought to be slightly smaller than that of the new system. The floor was all water. To be precise, there were a few small islands floating on the waterfall, each of which had a group of fake gods.

The reasons for referring to the waterfalls were also clear. It is because water has been constantly pouring down from the edge of the new system to the ground, even if the water continues to flow underground.

Yeongmin, Ayong, Asuka and Guinevere.

It was those four who descended from Article 17 to the handover. The remaining eight were here, and the other couples also appeared to have descended only some of the false gods.

It was a nice vat, but I didn't know who else's fake gods had come down immediately. I couldn't open my eyes to reading the text of the light that came before my eyes in the first place and thinking about the progress of this game.

I have to work with another fake god Joe.

Only then can we protect the central system.

But at the same time, we must protect each other's new lives as well.

Depending on the extent of the attack on the giants, it was a structure that was prone to 'betrayal’ at critical moments.

It has already been proven that the 'rebellion of Pentesileia’ makes it possible to ‘live’ within the new system. There was also the possibility of bloodshed between false gods if managers did not sanction acts of violence, as at banquets.

I had to cooperate. I had to trust another fake god Joe.

But at the same time, I constantly had to doubt. The war of the gods will continue after Giganto Machia.

‘Asca.'

Bart swallowed the immersion.

“So what's left of the system is eight minus us. Shall we roll right?”

The central temple of the Olympians. Hera frowned on her glabella, roughly across the toga provided by the congregation.

Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Athena.

Four of the twelve Olympus gods descended on the ground.

The leader of Olympus XII was Zeus, no matter who said it. Even Tick-ticked and rebellious Ares admitted it.

It was Hera and Poseidon who filled Leader Zeus' vacancies during the previous Avatar Descent Event.

Not only Zeus, Hera was also the owner of outstanding leadership. Thanks to its overwhelming power and atmosphere, Poseidon has given us great stability just by being there.

This time, all three of them left their seats. It was natural to worry about a new generation in the absence of a leader.

‘If I can't, I don't know if Athena is left. ’

Athena, the clerical assistant, was Zeus' secretary. It was her, not her leadership, but she was quite likely to do it if she kept the phenomenon going.

But even that Athena came down.

If so, which of the remaining eight would lead the crowd? There was not a rising face. I wondered if there was even a person who could control Ares when he flew the tornado.

Zeus, who pressed on the temple, said.

“Ares may have installed it... but I'm glad there's an Afrodite left. She'd make good adjustments to the chaos. ”

“Aphrodite?”

“Yeah, she's a good girl with a head. ”

Hera made an impression on Zeus's reputation, but did not add to what Moora said.

Athena, who had remained calm until now, said with her hands up.

“What would you say to the congregation more than that? ”

“You don't have to worry about that now that I've given you some notice of Giganto Machia. I'm rather worried about how the war with giants will be conducted. ”

How strong will ‘Giant’ be? What about the numbers and how to fight?

Poseidon stares at Zeus. As always, I put the heart of the story in a confused state.

“For now, it's the connection with the ElderBritannians, Shangri-La? ”

The first thing to think about was the establishment of a cooperation framework. It was a world quest based on cooperation in the first place.

Zeus nods.

“You should consider that first. Hercules is coming.”

Athena and Hera look at the entrance to the temple at the end of a row. A man with a much greater feeling than when he looked down at the new world was rushing this way.

“Father!"

Zeus laughed, and Hera and Athena became subtle faces.

The place where the seas of God and man were taking place was not just the Horse Lord and the Olympians.

When I heard the news, the hurried thunderstorm opened its arms and held the people strong. I shouted and laughed.

“Ramu, I didn't expect to see you like this again. Have you been well?”

Almost twenty years have already passed since the descent of the previous Avatar. The inhabitants laughed face to face and knocked on the back of the thunderstorm. It was different from looking down in the new world or facing up in the trust.

‘Each one of them is the life of his own life. ’

What Tefnet said at the beginning of the War of the Gods.

Lightning storms have also changed a lot. I felt through those eyes that I had 'aged’, although I was still as young as Elder in pure blood.

“Lightning Storm.”

Is this what it's like to face a grown son?

But until then, there was no time to fall into the touch of the sea. A black bear stands next to a lightning storm and speaks in a tone.

“It's nice to see you too... Ramu, but I'm worried about you again. Is Giganto Macchia that serious? Not just you, but all the other incarnations. ”

The black bear's gaze rushes to the three goddesses lying behind the people.

Dong-a-young, the incarnation of the green god.

Asca, the incarnation of the Goddess of Agriculture.

Guinevere, the incarnation of the beauty goddess of Britannians.

As Zeus did, the people also prophesied to Elders several times about Giganto Machia. Even though the abstract narrative of "There will be a great war" was not known from the people.

Four incarnations have descended. Honestly, I was a little curious about the incarnation of the Goddess of Agriculture and the Goddess of Beauty, but among the four there was a mixture of green gods, who were also ‘gods of battle’ before the moon and the night.

It was strong, but worrying at the same time.

The people knocked on the black bear's shoulders.

“It's okay. We can get through this. As always.”

None of the crises have been easily solved so far. But Elder always overcame the crisis. It wouldn't be any different this time. I had to make it that way.

“By the way, that's what the incarnation of the green god looks like. ”

Thunderstorms murmur small. For the lightning storm, the green god was simply a complex and subtle object of affection.

I was sleeping quietly, especially a pretty girl, so when I looked down at Dang Ah-young, I could hear a roar. Somehow it hurt my back.

The black bear also slightly shook his shoulders to see if he felt the same way. There was only one green oil among those staring at Dang Ah-young.

Green oil sat at the feet of the incarnates and stared at Dae-young.

“It looks exactly like the green god. It's not an incarnation, it's not you. ”

This was the first time that I saw the real face of Dan-A-young as well. The face of the false gods was covered with ‘light’ when the trust was issued.

But I felt resembled. The green oil was the face of the green god that I had imagined for years.

“You look a lot like the green god. ”

The Villager strokes the head of the Green Meteor. In a way, I blushed my cheeks as if I were ashamed of the green oil, which I could not even see as blasphemy.

The inhabitants looked around Sa Sam. Incarnations, including the inhabitants, are now in a small room located inside the White God's temple. There were so many people who wanted to see the incarnation that they took refuge.

The white deer and thunder were calming people outside.

‘I still need to have a rally sometime in the afternoon or the evening. ’

I was a little reluctant because of the cult, but it would be good for Shangrira's morale.

But that was the time.

“Raccoon! Raccoon! ”

A large pupil emerges from the window of the tree with only one side open. In the middle of the red fur, I could see who the brown pupil was, even if I heard a cry.

“Raccoon?”

The people shouted because of the panic. It wasn't because Raccoon suddenly showed up. It wasn't unusual for Raccoon to be in a big town. A few days ago, I saw Raccoon asking Edwin if he could go to a big town to play with Green Yooseong.

The people were surprised because of what Raccoon said.

For the elders, the cry of raccoon, which was only heard as raccoon, was also different for the people. The people could see what Raccoon was trying to say.

It was Edward Wing in the New World who sent Raccoon.

“Raccoon!"

The sharp cries contained ‘warnings’ and ‘urgency’. The people turned quickly.

“Lightning Storm.”

“Ramu?”

It was an eye that required explanation, but I couldn't afford it. I quickly decided to kill the people.

“Asuka and Guinevere, please. Protect the two of you. ”

Asuka and Guinevere leave. In the first place, there were two people who wondered if it would power them.

“Got it. Leave it to me. ”

A thunderstorm knocked on my chest and replied. Young Min hugged Dae-young who still didn't know how to wake up asleep. I jumped over the window at once and climbed on the back of a flat raccoon.

Enemies are approaching the central new system.

The location of the central new system is to the north of Shangrira, a point slightly west of where it was once the land of the Amazonians, if any.

It would only take more than a week to get there if we mobilized the regular army. I had to go to minority elite for support. However, I was reluctant to take lightning storms or green oil. It could have been the enemy's trick to return attention to the central system and destroy each faction individually.

I have Dang-a-Young, so I'll do whatever it takes.

There is a god who has shaken the divine system of Article 17 just by shedding his power, and only two of them will be able to extinguish the rushing fire.

It may have been a dependent, complacent idea, but there was no way.

The inhabitants stretched out the path of the boundary. The supreme magical power of the White God himself was truly astonishing.

As the raccoon begins to run, the surrounding thing passes around the people at an enormous speed.

“Giganto Machia has begun. ”

Amon turned his head to the voice that came from behind his back. I was a little pleased with the pupils of Yakin standing next to Amon, but I was a little young.

“Zeus."

Yakin called the man of light. The man of light laughed and hugged Yakin. Sudden skinnervousness was puzzling, but for some reason, James Yakin could not push out the man of light.

Amon frowns in his eyes as he goes.

“Zeus, shouldn't you be here right now? ”

“You and Odin, Calyce were different, so you shouldn't be, but... it's been quite a while since it started. Why don't you think you've got your own number? ”

The man of light released Yakin. Whether it was because of the mood or growing up in between, Yakin became more feminine. A man of light who barely suppressed his desire to take off his mask stood beside Amon. He looked down at the handover together and said:

“Only three of them combined? It's so sad."

The people in the Southern Shinsu Raccoon were rushing crazily towards the central realm. Seeing the speed, I thought I could reach it in time, but my troops were not too insignificant.

Even the man of light knew the strength of a rainbow hair woman who was the most powerful fake god ever. I didn't know how powerful she was.

Nevertheless, he judged it that way.

“Odin has the greatest expectation of Article 17. ”

Amon said. The man of light replied rather than staring at his side as he turned his gaze toward the other tribe's residence.

“I have no choice. And... the reason is probably not the kind of self-esteem that he's the best at. ”

Contraventions of Odin and Article 17.

Odin had nothing like narcissism. He had the greatest expectation of Article 17 because of the last battle to be waged after the war of the gods.

“If the Wiseman wins, it won't be different from the game so far. That's what I think. Just like you did, you'll lose your last fight. ”

Amon, at the time of his participation in the war of gods, was unique. The Wiseman was never a scavenger to Amon at the time.

And that's why I wasn't expecting it. Zeus, just like the man of light himself, he was just a fake god with extraordinary abilities.

“Well, that's probably what happened once we survived Giganto Machia. ”

The shrugged man of light again hugs the wary yakin. Amon left such a man of light behind. He turned his gaze back to the handover.

“Here we go."

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