World Maker

Two years as the time of the new realm, twenty years as the time of the handover.

That much time has passed from the death of the lightning storm.

It was peaceful years.

There was no war, no internal strife. Following the lightning storm, Shangri-La achieved prosperity and development under the command of a new king, Jude Pandragan.

The marbles of the North run from the North.

Shangri-La came from the south.

I raised my own power. It increased the population, developed skills and increased output, thus gaining the ability to support more populations.

The remaining factions in the East were eventually destroyed. It was by the drink of the North.

Olympian lost his god, but he didn't disappear without Mac. Despite the loss of one eye and arm, they finally crossed the sea under the guidance of Hercules, the hero who succeeded in rehabilitation, becoming the people of Shangrira. It was for the 'Alliance of Humanity Against the Horse', a story that had been going on since before the fall of Olympus Twelve.

Shangri-La became even bigger. Various races have come not only to the Olympians, but also to the East. A lost god, or a tribe that had no god since its inception, joined each other and became one under the name of Shangrira.

Twenty years.

During those years, Shangri-La's population grew and now counts hundreds of thousands.

The number of villages is now more than ten. The big town could no longer be called the 'village’. It was a superb city with stacked walls and numerous people living in it.

The 1st generation Elders had a very long life span. Since his youth was also long, all of Elder's heroes acted as role models.

Thunder still spoke myths to young elders at the substitute.

The story of the benevolent shrine.

And King of Elder, who was chosen for such a shrine. The warrior of God who saved the world.

With the population growing and the villages growing, the king could not rule all by himself. The role played by the village's representatives grew larger and larger, and they became small kings who existed under the king.

Scary snow, black bear, white meteor son of a lightning storm.

Each of these three little kings was responsible for the north, west and south of Elder.

The green lightning ruled the big town. It happened because Eudor Pandragan and Queen Green Oil lived on the east side of Elder with airborne Avalon.

Elder thrived.

The next day I raised that power.

An eternal peace.

But everyone knew it couldn't be.

I did not forget that the Great General Elder, the Black Bear, the King Jude Pandragan, and the High Priest of the Green God, the Green Yooseong, also existed in the spirit of the Book.

Twenty years.

Now the time of clashes was approaching.

“What a timing. ”

Looking at the glittering phrase of light in front of his eyes, Edwin said.

Bart also speaks.

“Is this really the last banquet? ”

Invitation to the banquet of the gods.

Now there were only two Joe left in the handover.

Sections 17 and 111.

Shangrira to the south and the marbles to the north.

The two were about to clash. As before, a single battle would not have cut the fate of the race, but I did not think there would be any more banquets.

Asuka laughed.

“Looks like we're all adding one Wiseman. ”

This is twelve. There's one over there.

Of course, the presence of one person was unstoppable, but it didn't mean anything.

“What do you have in mind? Let's just think about going to eat something delicious this time. ”

Asca said that, and Morgana filled her tongue with haul.

“Cozy bitch in the house. But this time, I think you're right. ”

“You just have to say it's right. ”

Even though I had said something sharp, both of them were smiling. I've already been close enough over the years. I was always beaten in a different way than Dang Ayong, but in fact it was best friend.

“One last thing is approaching. ”

Edwin spoke again.

The end of the war of gods.

At last, there's only one left to be a real god.

What happens after that? What's happening?

Tefnet gently grabs Edwing's hand, which is much bigger than himself. I replied with a smile like always.

“I don't think being a real god is going to change that much. ”

Tefnet thought so sincerely. I looked at the handover with my eyes filled with warmth.

“I will still look after the Elders and live with them as one. ”

“There are Britannians, too. Britannian too.”

Guinevere stumbles into it with a timid voice. Tefnet was not only a 17-year-old, but also a sister and mother to a 33-year-old after joining him.

Tefnet said that he was cute in his elongated arms, and Tefnet was puzzled in his arms.

As I watched everyone like that, I turned my gaze aside.

“How about you, Ajung? ”

After the death of the lightning storm, Dae-a-young achieved a lot of mental growth.

But Dan-a-young is Dan-a-young.

Dae-A-young smiled brightly and replied.

“I'm looking forward to getting some clothes. ”

After all, the people laughed along.

“Hey, it's been a long time too. ”

When he saw a giant ship landing outside the new system of the 17th, Edward Wing waved his elongated hand. A white masked man on the line gently bowed to all 17 trillions.

“It's a real pleasure to see you again. ”

“How's our white mask? ”

Knut asks as he climbs aboard. It was a question of course, as it was not only articles 17 and 111 that the representative was present.

The man in the white mask responded softly again this time.

“Yes, we are. If you go to this banquet hall, you'll probably find it. This is the last banquet. ”

This is the last step.

Last banquet.

I was already expecting it, but I heard it directly from the man in the white mask, so I felt different.

Article 17 was put on the stomach with a slightly stiffer face than the first.

After the ship left the new world and began to wind up, I began to share the gospel again.

Time was night.

There were moons and stars in the night sky, and there were also kings' stars in the midst of them.

The inhabitants left the group alone and headed to the forefront. I approached a man in a white mask standing behind me as if he were greeting the wind.

“Can I talk to you? ”

I didn't use scarlet as usual. A man in a white mask looks back at such a soul. He also treated his people in a different way than usual.

“Alone? ”

[Alone.]

The Yeongmin sent a message. The man in the white mask smiled in the mask.

(Not bad.)

It was not an electrophoresis; the meaning that was conveyed directly in his head resembled that of Hermes' telepathy, one of the twelve gods of Olympus.

(Sit down.)

When the people realized the will of the white masked man, everything around him had already changed. There was a long couch facing each other in the entire white space, and a man in a white mask sat on one of them and looked up at the people.

The people also sat in their seats. Faced with a man in a white mask, I asked.

“It's not a ringtone, is it? ”

“I don't know how to do electrophoresis. I didn't learn to dance from Ah-young like you did. ”

“That's a little surprising. ”

It seems to be a sincere question, not a fabricated one, but a somewhat late question from the people. A man in a white mask shrugs.

“Unlike you... things were different for me. I wasn't the same Joe as Ayoung from the start. I destroyed her race... and accepted her as my subordinate god. ”

It was different from the people who started with a pair of Dan-a-young from the beginning.

The white masked man and the rainbow haired woman began their first relationship as' enemies’.

“Certainly. It must have been different from me. ”

What if I started fighting Dae-young?

Shh. I couldn't imagine. Maybe it wasn't Dong-a-young who was flirting with him just now.

The man in the white mask kept saying,

“Yes, because we didn't have teffnets and edwings. The child that I accepted as a sub-god at the time... was very tired. On the outside, it was much more mature than it is today, but I didn't want to describe it as mature. It would be more appropriate to say that you were hurt. ”

By entering Article 17, Dan-A-young forgot solitude. She starved to death and enjoyed all her love.

But she wasn't the woman with the rainbow hair.

As the man in the white mask pointed out, the absence of teepnet and edwing must have had unimaginable consequences.

“Without Teff's sister and Edwin, I'm sure. I don't have that kind of head around me. ”

“You know that well. Moreover... I couldn't afford it since then. Rather, I was comforted by Ah-young. ”

She's sweet.

It's a funny expression in a way, but she's a really nice girl.

“My infant was called Lord or Master at the end of the day. She was my bodyguard, and I treated her that way. ”

Even the man in the white mask and the woman with the rainbow hair were cold. I tried to heal each other, but I didn't know how to do that.

A man in a white mask picks a big breath once. I switched the topic of the story.

“So what was the trigger? The one you noticed. ”

Why the current dialogue can work.

It was not just because the divine power of the people was' cognitive ’.

Instead of being impatient, he shook his lips several times, hesitating. He opens the door with a thunderbolt that he doesn't let down a bit.

“Your uncle... This is a strange expression. What do you call flying? ”

“Calyce. It's a nickname given by Zeus. ”

“You're Odin? ”

“Zeus is Zeus. ”

Yeongmin smiled at me. The man in the white mask also did not hide the bitterness.

“I knew it when Calyce kissed me. That was really weird. I don't have a lot of kissing experience... but it was like kissing Ah-young. ”

“Did you develop that feeling of Saturn so far? He's a real freak. ”

On the point of the man in the white mask, the inhabitants were puzzled, but this time they admitted boldly. Even though the people thought of themselves, they were quite persistent.

“Didn't you say you didn't have Edwin with your sister? ”

“Yes.”

“So it was just you and Calyce? ”

“I did. We didn't have a lot of Joe in the first place. I didn't even think about making a sub-god until I got her. ”

The man in the white mask was alone.

And so did the woman with the rainbow hair, and all the false gods that existed at that time.

The people opened their eyes.

“It's a little awkward, but can you tell me why you thought about it when you were a Calyce? ”

The idea of accepting sub-gods.

I would have fought many fake gods before.

The man in the white mask scratched his back head.

“I don't know. Then why did you become lovers with Ah-young? Just because she likes you? Because she's a pretty girl with her hands around her? ”

“Are you sure you want to make that statement? ”

The people expressed dissatisfaction. The man in the white mask told me his mind instead of apologizing.

“I didn't want to kill you. I didn't want to let you die. I don't know about you... but I'm sure of it. I was the first one who fell in love with Ayung. ”

“That's me, too. ”

A man in a white mask blinks. After a while, he lowered his body forward and asked in a slightly smaller voice.

“Didn't you ask me to teach you how to dance? ”

“Well, half. ”

White masked man and soul smile at the same time.

The image of a soul who asks you to hide the black heart in the depths of his heart and teach Dan-A-young nothing.

It was a memory for the people, a story he watched for a man in a white mask.

“But isn't Tefnet prettier? And so is your body.”

“She's prettier in my eyes. ”

“From the beginning? Really? Since before you put the beans on? ”

“Were you always this emotional? Wasn't it a little harder? ”

On the point of the people, the man in a white mask immediately became a stubborn face. I looked back at myself and twisted my chin. I thought about it for a while.

“Well, a conversation with you might provoke me. I don't know how many thousand years I've been talking like this. ”

Thousands of years.

It was the figure I expected, but it was also long.

Young people have a laugh.

“You and Ted Wing, I guess. ”

“Yeah, not those two. Neither Bath nor Asuka are dumb. ”

Of the 17 articles, only the people and the young people are Dang 'a.

“Without Teff's sister, we might be doomed in the beginning. Maybe my relationship with Ayoung ended up like yours and Kali's. ”

“Yes, Tephnet, she's a miracle. She's lucky to have me in your company. I've been aiming for some time... but I've got more results than I expected. ”

What Tefnet gave to Article 17 was a sense of psychological stability.

I was able to cooperate from the start because she was there.

There was a smile on her face so everyone could stay calm.

Could Dan-A-young have been together from the beginning without Tephnet?

Could the people and Edwin have coordinated their opinions without quarreling?

No. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't. There was Teffnett, so now there was Article 17, Elder.

The people took a deep breath.

It was not necessarily because I felt her preciousness that I mentioned Tefnet's story.

“I feel even more confident talking. Guess that's what I expected. ”

A hypothesis I put forward before talking to a man in a white mask like this.

A compilation of information gathered through cognition.

But I thought I'd like to try it again. So the people asked a slightly nasty question.

“What was it like when Calyce kissed me? ”

“I didn't feel much emotion at the time. I was exhausted. Feelings worn out, but not now. I want you to hit me once every time you mention something like that. ”

“You didn't learn to dance? ”

“If it's magic, I'm a hundred times better than you. In RPG, warriors can't beat wizards. Don't you know?”

This time again, the story came as a joke.

But this allowed the people to be sure. At this moment, I sank the shock and agitation that occurred in the depths of my heart.

“Let's get this joke over with. First of all, I have something to tell you. ”

The people erased their smiles. I asked a man in a white mask, who was facing him like a mirror.

“Am I, Ah-young, a replica of you and Calyce? ”

Not the same person.

It cannot be the same person.

The man in the white mask took off his mask.

The white hair and continued defeat revealed a tired face. Odin, the king of the gods, ‘True People’ nodded. I positively questioned the people.

“Yes, you are replicas. In the distant past... It was a fake based on the memory of the time when I first participated in the war of gods. ”

Duplicated presence.

Fake reconstruction based on memories of the past.

The people did not deny it. I accepted the only truth that solved the questions I had.

I thought it was strange.

Questions that have been raised in the meantime.

Hypothetically, I made it.

The people laughed loudly. I had already made up my mind, and I could be so positive, but it was too much to accept.

However, the people did not collapse. I made a horse by drawing a smile.

“The reason Ah-young is stronger than his memory. ”

She was much stronger than she had originally known.

How can a woman in her early twenties be so strong even if she has learned that she is a dancer?

Dan-A-young's independence was so transcendent.

It was difficult to explain simply the extent to which the dancers were outstanding.

The power to slaughter the Nephilim of the Alliances.

The power that even the Avatar body couldn't handle.

The man in the white mask nodded. explained.

“Your baby is my baby... so Calyce has a completed Volcano Mine in his own way. Should we say that the fundamental specs themselves have gone too high? You know, if your skill levels are so high that you can use only basic skills while unconscious, you can unleash an incredible amount of power. ”

Completed technology.

A balloon volcano mine that should have been in training if it was the original Dang Ayong.

It has already been completed, so Dan-A-young could have such a transcendent power.

Completed Volcano Mine.

It was hard to guess how powerful that would be. Dan-a-young, who had misremembered, probably failed to use his power properly on the peninsula.

“It would be great if Calyce fought hard. ”

A man in a white mask agreed with the admiration of his people that he was even somewhat outrageous.

“Yes, but she's still weaker than her teacher. ”

The myth of the world.

Teacher of Dang Ayong.

A woman who can be called the de facto prime minister of wealthy volcano mines.

Terra Young, who is so incomprehensible, shakes his head and erases his thoughts about the volcanic landmines. I continued the story.

“Zeus is a clone, right? ”

“Cloning is cloning... It's a little different. Thanks to you, my old friend Zeus is now unconscious. ”

Zeus in Article 6.

One axis made up of the handover tristems.

“An old... friend. ”

“We've been together for thousands of years. ”

Zeus was an enemy to the people. No, I was a rival before I was an enemy.

What if he was tightened like Zeus?

Wouldn't he be as good a friend as he was with Edwin?

The people took a big breath. I created words by organizing the complex in my head.

“Not all fake gods are clones. Maybe Knutt isn't a clone, like Teff's sister or Edwin. But..... ”

The people blurred their end. And the man in the white mask knew what the soul swallowed. I nodded quietly.

“Yes, Wiseman replicates as well. But he seems... different. ”

“Different?”

“It's cloning, but should I say he seems original? Amon, the real Wiseman, thinks the same thing about me. ”

Amon.

A man in a black mask.

Wiseman who gave up because of continued defeat.

“Why do you think that... I can't even tell you why. You're not a winner yet. Maybe you can't win. ”

If you win the war of gods, you become a real god.

That's the premise so far.

But there was more. The story does not end simply with being a real god.

The people saw the face of a man in a white mask. Same as yourself, but different face. Thousands of years buried in those eyes.

“This is the first time cloning itself, isn't it? ”

“It's the first time, and probably the last time. ”

It was the first time we put replicas into the game.

And with this is the last step.

If you lose again, the man in the white mask will also give up and dry up, as the man in the light had expected.

The inhabitants did not take notice.

“You won in the past. ”

“That's right, I won. Wiseman won, too. Zeus didn't win, but... he was the strongest rival I had ever won. It wouldn't have been weird if he won, not me. ”

Men in white masks are mostly the winners of the game.

Each one of them is a real god.

“It's not just the end of being a real god. ”

“That's the limit I can tell you. ”

Even if you become a real god, the end is just a white mask.

Why repeat the wars of the gods?

The man in the white mask declared not to answer. I had no choice but to be a winner if I knew the truth.

The people turned their attention again. I've looked at the information differently so far.

“The war of the gods is in fact royal. I put in replicas of the strong champions, and I put in a special pair like Knut. In the first place, Joe's composition seems to be intended to create strong candidates. ”

The strong fight each other. The survivor becomes stronger. It thus creates the strongest.

The man in the white mask closed his eyes. He replied deeply, burying his back on the couch.

“Yes, as you said. I can use my strongest strength when I'm with Ayoung. So I tied you and your baby together. For an organic relationship between the two, I put in the teepnet and edwing that fit you best among the candidates. ”

Without Tefnet, Article 17 could not have driven properly.

It was acknowledged by both the people and the white mask.

So the white mask put teffnets in section 17. Although she produced more than she imagined, it was only more than expected. In the first place, her role was set.

“Knut has led the Ghosts. It was united from the beginning, and the relationship was clear. At first Knut was a good match for King. ”

Article 33 of Knut, where all six people knew each other.

The composition of Joe is nothing but a scam in the eyes of other fake gods.

A king knut with a rebellious excalibur.

Joe for him.

A fake god Joe who put his advisers, lovers, sisters and friends in for Knut.

“I gave Zeus eleven companions. He's upset. I saw that if we make Olympus Twelve God real, we can be more powerful. It's no coincidence that the fake gods of the Olympian women are all beautiful. ”

Born Inslaver.

Brawler.

A man who, no matter what, has to create an atmosphere in his mood. A fake god who exerts a terrifying power once he creates an atmosphere.

“Wiseman is the strongest when he's alone. He's lonely. I've been alone for thousands of years before I joined this game in the first place. ”

Methuselah, the eldest of the century.

No one he faced could walk the same time. So he was alone. He was the commander, not the maker of the companion.

Make a companion, and one day you'll grieve. There comes a day when you have to hurt your heart more than cut off your men.

So he was alone.

I haven't made sub-gods since I became a fake god. He was used to fighting alone.

“The other Jordans aren't bad visitors either. You can see that Bart and Asca are tied together, right? I tried in my own way to save each other's strengths. It is truly royal as you say. ”

Bath and Asca will not be enough.

Joe of Pentecollaia, composed of queens and slaves.

It was as the man in the white mask said.

And that's why the game progressed so fast.

The Villager didn't notice why the white masked man was speeding up the game. However, in the first place, I understood that the game was forced to accelerate in composition.

The pace of civilization is rapid.

Restraining the opponent is also different.

In the end, it is forced to crash prematurely.

The Villager vomited long breaths. He said, burying his back deep on the couch, just as the man in the white mask did.

“Gathering strong candidates is what makes a strong winner. I can't just think of it as entertainment. ”

Then why are you doing this?

Why do we need a strong winner?

“That's it. I think I'll cross the line if I talk more. ”

A man in a white mask cut the story. I leaned towards the soul and took out another story.

“Can I ask you one question this time? ”

“As much as you want.”

“You're less agitated than I thought. ”

I knew that I was a clone myself.

"Self" was very important. What became the center of the world was‘ me ’, no matter what anyone said.

The people now heard the truth that would shake their selves.

He acknowledged that he was made and that he was a replica of a man in a white mask in front of his eyes.

Yet it was relatively bold. Rather, it surprised a man in a white mask with sharp questions.

How could that have happened?

Because you hypothesized it beforehand? Maybe, because you already shocked yourself?

No, the fundamental reason was set aside.

“Well, it's shocking... but I think you and I are already different. ”

Someone else already.

Young people also leaned their torso towards the man in the white mask. Without thinking about it, I just threw up the things that came up in words.

“You said you spent thousands of years. It's accumulated for thousands of years... Actually, I can't imagine. There's a difference between experience and memory, so it's completely different from what I am today. And……. ”

More important fact than that.

Supporting the people now.

“I have also gained my own memories and experience. The years I spent as a fake god in Section 17 are mine. Just like you distinguished my child from yours. It must be my people and yours, too. ”

Fake god of 17.

All these years living as Elder's white god.

Only a few years to go.

But that was enough.

Everyone in the new world, everyone in the handover, including the lightning storm, supported the people of today.

The resident smiled suddenly. It was a delicate smile that seemed to be amusing.

“Wouldn't that be the case with Wiseman? The original Wiseman doesn't think he's a Wiseman now. I don't know what it is, but those years you mentioned would have transformed him like that. ”

Drinking wine from the North.

Wiseman, the most terrifying enemy.

The man in the white mask burst into laughter. I vomited an honest admiration.

“If I tell you what I'm doing to me... no, it's not me. Anyway, you're scary. ”

A story about Weissman.

All the stories that the people have told here today.

The man in the white mask stood up on the couch. He said in a mask again.

“Last banquet. It's personal, but I want you to win. So, I want you to end all this vicious circle. ”

The vicious circle.

The eyes of the people changed sharply. The man in the white mask shakes his head, as if no more.

“Let's go back. It's been quite a while. ”

The world changed. Everything around me was no longer white.

“Young Min?”

The people opened their eyes. It was in a cabin set on a boat. An incandescent bulb on the ceiling of the cabin sprayed light, and under it I saw the face of Dang-young.

“Are you okay? You haven't worked too hard lately? ”

I drank a drink and fell asleep as usual. A white masked man explained it to Dae-young.

Yeongmin perceived such a false explanation even though he had not heard the story from Dae-A-young. I thought clearly if a man in a white mask had stuck it in his head.

But it didn't matter. The young man reaches out impulsively. I sat at the head of the bed and grabbed the young man who was looking down at me, and I pulled him back.

“Young Min? ”

I was embarrassed by Dae-a-young, who appeared to hold her in the arms of her people. But the people did not stop. I held her tightly. I kissed her on the lips and cheeks several times.

“I'm glad you're here. ”

Actually, it wasn't okay.

I was just fooling myself before the man in the white mask.

Families in memory, friends.

All of them are fake. No, it's real, but it's not his family and friends.

There was nowhere to go back in the first place. Are they really alive? It's the memory of a man in a white mask who has lived for thousands of years, so they don't exist anymore, do they?

Young Min hugged Dae-a-young a little harder. Without the warmth from Dang Ayong, I longed for Dang Ayong as if he were going to die soon.

“It's not wrong.”

Dae-a-young did not push the people. I gently refined my soul. After giving away the warmth for a while, I raised my body carefully.

The boat stops. It was obvious that I had arrived at the banquet hall.

“Let's go. Eat a lot of delicious stuff. It's your last banquet, so you should enjoy it, right? ”

Dan-a-young smiled brightly.

The young man who looked at Dae-young with a slightly foolish face thanked the white masked man for one fact.

It looks like it was made with a pair of Dang Ah-young. Something that allowed me to be with her from the start.

Young Min nodded. I stood up with my hands held by Dan-A-young.

War of gods.

That last banquet.

I took a step towards the place where Weissman, the last man to meet, was waiting.

Arriving at the banquet hall was familiar. One visit, never to be forgotten.

It was the place where the banquet of the gods took place for the first time.

Over a hundred tables were empty. Unowned tables in an overwhelmingly large space made me feel like a bitch.

“You risked your life for your superior. You can just keep it simple. ”

Asca murmurs in a small voice, and Morgana and Bart laugh their heads off as to what Sumi's boss is.

The inhabitants looked back at the man in the white mask standing on the boat. I couldn't see the face hidden in the mask, but it was possible to look into it.

The people turned around again. I was aware.

The banquet hall was not empty. There were administrators of Articles 19 and 33. It was the white masks that were in charge of Bath and Asca and Knut and their group in the past. Each of them sat at a table. It was probably the place where sections 19 and 33 sat during the first banquet.

The people have broadened their awareness a bit. And at some point, I caught a sudden presence just as it had risen from the ground.

“Hello."

A woman with rainbow hair was in front of the inhabitants' noses. No one noticed her approaching. Even Dang Yuen did.

Dae-a-young hastily raised his speculation, but the people hurriedly raised their hands and stopped him. A woman with a rainbow hair smiles with a slight tilt in her head.

“You talked to the lord. ”

“Yes.”

“How was it?”

“Different.”

The conversation broke as soon as it led to Baroque. A woman with a rainbow hair looks at her people with her lips slightly open. I made a mouthful that I didn't know if I was laughing or crying, and nodded.

“Yeah, it's different. It's different. It's different. ”

A completely different time each other has been piling up.

The difference that time made. Memories each has.

The woman with the rainbow hair suddenly reached out to the baby. As if the mother were touching the child, she gently touched the cheek as if she were treating her sister. He stroked his head and said nicely.

“Much nicer. So I want you to be happier. ”

Dae-a-young couldn't react this time. No, I didn't want to rebel in the meantime.

“Well, what is it? ”

It was the only time I could get my embarrassed voice out.

The woman with the rainbow hair smiled sparingly. I hugged Dang Ah-young once, and then I looked at her again.

“Since it's the last banquet, I'd ask you to enjoy yourselves, but... won't you meet me before then? The fake god I'm in charge of. ”

At the other end of the banquet hall, he stood alone.

“I have a bad personality, so I'm not a bad person. ”

A woman with a rainbow hair half-covered with her mouth whispers like a secret story. Even Wink asked her.

“Is he very different? ”

“It's very different. He's the Wiseman.”

Wiseman.

Methuselah, the eldest of the century.

Original Richard cannot be called Wiseman. It is not he who became the Black Mask Amon, but the replica that stands there is the Wiseman of this age.

“You know, we'd like to understand, too. ”

Knut gets in. But the rainbow haired woman leans back a little, and the people don't look back at Knut.

“Sorry, I'll go talk to him. ”

Knutt frowns on his brow as the people take a step, but he does not speak any more. Until now, Dan-a-young, who had been moaning on the face of a rainbow haired woman, was eager to chase after the people.

“Me too..... ”

But I couldn't go this time either. A woman with a rainbow hair grabbed Dan-A-young's hand. It didn't give rise to life, but Dae-young felt like he couldn't move.

A woman with rainbow hair asked you to face Dang Ayong's eyes.

“I won't hold you for long. ”

Why can't I resist what she says?

It was a really strange idea, but it seemed like I was facing the teacher.

In the end, Dae-A-young was unable to follow his people. Young Min crossed the banquet hall alone and finally faced the man who was waiting on the other side.

“Wiseman.”

“Odin, no, my lord. ”

Wiseman was always like me. The tall, slender old man smiled at the arrogant beauty, and Weissman side by side with her.

“It's been a long time since Giganto Macia. ”

“This is bitch. ”

“Similar here. ”

Time in different realms.

Twenty years flowing from handover, the absolute reference point of time.

Wiseman looks down at the people. I was sure of the look on the side.

“I think I've noticed. ”

I didn't have to ask back what I was talking about. The people who looked up to Weissman quietly acknowledged it.

“I just didn't make it cool in there. ”

“I see. I guess we talked on the way here. ”

Odin, the man in the white mask.

The head of the White Masks of the time. Original people.

“How long have you known? ”

For the people themselves, there was a feeling of satiety called the kiss of a rainbow haired woman. There was a divine awareness, and there was a conversation with the man in the white mask that followed.

How did Wiseman find out the truth?

Weissman also replied coldly instead of turning his horse.

“It's been a while since I found out you did. But about me, pretty much. It was before Giganto Machia. ”

“Can I ask you how? ”

“The moment I saw it, I could tell. Even if you cover your face with a mask, there's something you can't hide. After that, I can only describe it as such. I've been discussing things all day. ”

The Wiseman was a replica of Article 111.

However, he remained firm even after facing the original. It hasn't changed a bit.

The Villager seemed to know why somehow.

“Calyce said. So is Odin. You're the Wiseman. ”

Duplicate.

But who really fits into Wiseman.

Wiseman also agreed.

“Black Mask Amon. He lacks what is important to be called a Wiseman. You'll know why it happened when the winner is determined. ”

What happens after the war of gods.

Why white masks want to pick winners from among strong candidates.

“At first.”

Wiseman reopened the horse door. I looked up and down and smiled a little, but not like that.

“I just thought they were offensive. I was furious that the title of the first Iron Age had been stolen. ”

The people who were listening to me frowned without my knowledge.

“What kid? ”

“A man is a child no matter how old he gets. ”

“It's a little weird that you say that. ”

Wiseman laughed delightfully. It was the first time I saw a Weissman smiling like this, and the people panicked.

But why?

I thought it would fit somehow. The Weissman of this smile was not bad either.

Wiseman said.

“I don't like your soul. Not only you, but I don't like your lover blinking at me. I don't think the latter hates it because of my handler. ”

I meant it.

Weissman liked both Zeus and his people. I didn't hate them.

“But it's like I said when I was a Giganto Machia. You and I are enemies. Once I enter the Great Kingdom, I will slash your neck without hesitation. ”

Enemies Benda.

I'm going down.

The sense of humiliation that only those who have ruled the world behind hundreds of thousands of years of history, who have built and torn down the country with their own hands, has overwhelmed the people. But the people did not shrink. Rather, he laughed softly.

“If you can hit me. ”

It fits just because you can face each other equally, leaving reflexes between your eyes.

Weissman is satisfied. He shoots the ground lightly with a staff.

“Go. I'd like to spend some time with my handler. ”

“I'm just asking, but do you like it? ”

A woman with rainbow hair.

Original Dan-A-young.

Wiseman was as instant as nothing to think about.

“You're an attractive woman. ”

“Well, my baby's there. I have no intention of wallowing in with grey romance. ”

The people stepped back a step in the direction of being a little bit like that. Wiseman said without looking back at the people.

“I wish you luck. ”

“You, too.”

The people turned around. A woman with rainbow hair who did not know when she appeared faced such a person in front of her nose.

“Thank you.”

“Ten million words. ”

The people passed the woman with the rainbow hair, and the woman with the rainbow hair waved slowly.

And halfway across the banquet hall?

Due to the disappearance of the rainbow haired woman, only then did Dan-A-young regain freedom quickly approach toward her people. Not even the adorable dodo approached, but he stepped on the pedestal and approached it in an instant. It didn't taste very cute, but it was worth watching him pull his hand and build a biceps.

“What happened? ”

“I was just talking. ”

“Strange.”

“What is it?”

Dan-A-young kept his mouth shut and glanced at the people once, and said in a slightly tormented tone.

“Elder and Orc will fight. Our children will fight each other at the risk of the Wiseman's children. But it's weird to think we're getting along. ”

Our children and Wiseman's children.

It cannot be replaced by a number. Each one of them can never be lightened.

Young Min also knew what Dan-A-young was talking about.

If the writers who killed each other's soldiers on the battlefield were to get along praising each other for being a great commander, the people themselves would feel irresistible.

But you can't.

Enemies, but never unlike the Lightning God or the Naresuan of the Alliance.

The people did not speak any more. Otherwise, I held onto my hand as if I was soothing a young man angry with a woman with rainbow hair.

“Let's go. We should enjoy it today as we first decided. ”

“Yes!"

Dan-A-young wondered whether it was intentional or really simple.

The black and deep night always ended with me.

The dawn that pushed out the darkness led to the glory of the morning, and that concluded the final banquet of the New World.

War of gods.

Games of the gods.

The final banquet of the New World is over.

The last war of handover began.

The first start was a horse-drawn attack.

It was two countries that had developed spectacularly over the past twenty years, but still had considerable distances. Naturally, it should have been decades later for the two countries to clash.

However, as if ignoring this flow, the horsemen led by Demon King Eclipse attacked Shangrira.

Hundreds of thousands of people.

Given the handover time, it was a lot of numbers, but even so, it was less than absolute.

There was a limit to the productivity that the population could produce. Both countries had fewer troops available to mobilize as few as their populations, which was why the durability of the country itself was low, but whether the war was prolonged was because both forces were similar.

It wasn't always a fight.

There was not only a ceasefire treaty, but also an implicit ceasefire that lasted several years.

Thirty years passed again with the time of handover.

It has been three years since the time of the New World.

It was Shangri-La who took the offense this time.

War has caused as much damage as ever. Both Shangrira and the Horseman have lost their famous longevity.

General Black Bear's son Gray Bear.

Behind the Orc's appendix.

Knight of the round table, Bedivir and K.

Queen of Shadow Elves, Erendia.

A black star who was the son of White Yooseong and called the Holy City of Shangrira.

A horse-end that was the half-brother of Demon King Eclipse and a two-factor horseman.

Hercules, the King of the Olympians, who was named after the loss of an arm and an eye.

That many battles.

The deaths of countless people.

The day the war began and celebrated its thirty-third year.

The army of Shangrira and the Horseman confronted in the Great Plain recognized this. I could see not only the military leaders, but also all the regular soldiers.

This one fight will determine the fate of the nation, the race. He who is defeated in this battle will never rise again.

The Black Bear, now known as the legend of Elder, shook the trumpet of battle.

Combining the numbers of soldiers mobilized by both the marshals and the Shangrira, it's like a hundred thousand.

The final battle begins when even the fate of the gods is decided.

Decor frowned in a black mask.

He who watched was not the only Decor. All the black masks paid attention to the handover fight.

There were many numbers of black masks. Even though it did not reach the white masks, it still counted dozens.

Not all of them were involved in this war of gods. The war was too short, so all the black masks failed. Since the formation of the 'Three Rivers’, it has been rare for anyone who wants the power of a black mask to act.

Decor has used his power to put Elder in trouble a few times, but everything has gone to waste. And at least I couldn't do it now. Decor became a forgotten demon, and Elders no longer feared Decor much. When the final battle unfolds in the handover, the stage itself will disappear.

Yakin is silent. Growing up as a mature virgin, she becomes a black mask of unmatched strength. Among the black masks, it was probably only Amon who had powers comparable to hers.

The voice, the other voice, the black masks that woke up and gathered here.

It was because they knew what this fight meant.

In fact, this war between the gods is one battle at a time.

What happens after the winner of the war of gods is selected.

Desperate black masks have no sense of humor, but the black masks that remember that hope is still a small thing to expect.

Amon takes off his black mask.

The man, who was desperate and could no longer call himself a Wiseman, watched the handover.

White God Contrast and Wiseman.

If it's them, if it's one of them.

Amon waited for the settlement. I really liked the feeling of expecting it after so many years.

“RaiRaiRai!”

Unparanoid.

Zeus, son of Hercules and Athena, roared like crazy.

Elder must have had many excellent ranged weapons. But deciding to win or lose a war of this age was a centuries-old battle in the distance.

Turning over the lion's hide inherited from his father Hercules, he was the monster lion itself. With a huge sword so ignorant, he flew off the front lines and slaughtered a number of Orcs.

At the command of a black bear watching the battlefield in the rear, the armed forces sounded the trumpet and knocked the North. Each troop moves in squalor according to the flag that the riders swing.

It has been more than twenty years since basic tactics, including hammers and anvils, were established. The Black Bear formed a siege and this time planned to exterminate the Horsemen's army.

A short distance from the black bear, the green oil sings. The power of the Holy Spirit surrounded her, and a glorious light emanated from the body that rises to heaven.

All those who had participated in the battle of Shangrira called the Green Meteor the incarnation of the Green God. Her songs inspired strength and courage for warriors, and gave new vitality to wizards and priests.

It was Shangrira's total war. All over the battlefield, the lieutenant-governor used sacred magic to confront the evil Black Magic of the Horseman.

The army of death in the land pressured Shangrira. The little tree, the surrogate of the Red God, caused an earthquake and buried them in the depths of the ground again.

White Deer, the White God's successor, stopped the flames of hell created by the Wizards of the Horse. Anerose, the surrogate of the Yellow God, raised the water rod and set off the fire.

Shangrira and marbles.

Both sides have demonstrated all the strength they have built so far. An armored group of Britannians clashed with the Blood Knights of the Horseman. The horsemen of the horsemen and the lords of Elder roared for each other's clans.

A raging general, the Black Bear, looks down from the sky at the battlefield through the divine magic of the White God. I watched closely the movements of the enemy and his allies and felt the time forecast was approaching.

The enemy of the state, the total commander, was not originally on the front lines. Even if I was standing on the battlefield, it was the right place to stay behind.

But Marjorie didn't. The time has come for the strongest horsepower to move to tear the siege against the Black Bear.

"Where? Where do you start?" ’

Two places you can expect. Troops on the left and on the right, which would be referred to as the connection to the siege.

I said I was sorry for the two units, but they were bait. I could also call it a scapegoat to draw the Demon King into a prepared trap.

The black bear bites his teeth. The status of General has been quite impressive. With so many lives depended on each decision made by looking at the battlefield map, it was impossible for ordinary people to do it.

One precious life at a time. A trap that made them limb by limb.

The answer was on the right-hand side. The Dark Red Magi rises like a wave and swallows up Shangrira's army.

The king of marbles.

The apex.

Demon King Eclipse.

Despite being king, the black bear thought of a man when he saw him on the front lines and saw the force that seemed to cut through everything that stood in his way.

This guy who always showed me his back.

Always, always before Elder's crisis.

There was no lightning storm now. The Black Bear King, his friend, no longer existed in this world.

But the black bear looked up at the sky. I went to the place where the glorious king's star was staying.

“Go! Go! Shangrira's Dual Sword!”

At the same time, while Shangrira and the Horsemen were fighting, they were enduring endlessly in the sight of each other killing each other.

Only a newborn can deal with a newborn.

Hercules, the hero king who defeated the Horseman End, who was the guardian of the Horse, didn't prove it.

Shangrira's Dual Sword.

Shangrira's greatest warriors to stab the king of horror.

The Knight King, Eudor Pandragan, draws the Excalibur.

The White Yooseong lifted up the one who called for the New Sword Storm.

I sang with a high green oil.

The Demon King also knew.

I also knew Eudor and White Yooseong.

Today is the end. Today is the end.

If the Demon King is defeated, this will lead to the defeat of the Horseman.

When Judah and White Yooseong are defeated, Shangri-La surrenders and meets the horoscope.

Behind the back of the White Yooseong, Western Water Powder spread its brains. Uther Pandragan spreads his fantasy and raises the power of swordsmanship.

I didn't even watch the Demon King. Demon Rust, who stays at Demon King's Sword Eclipse, pours out all the power he has for his child and for his beloved child.

One and two.

Brawl of the strongest handed warriors, bearing the fate of race, nation, and gods!

New and handover.

Everyone's gaze was concentrated in one place.

The sun has set.

The sun passed beyond the sun and sprinkled its last light.

The moon and stars shined. The king's star that watches Elder shines its light today.

The king of marbles.

The creature called the apex looked up at the night sky. Seems to be beyond blurred vision. Black and black darkness. Great night.

I heard Mother Rust's voice. Her cries hurt the Demon King's heart. But the Demon King didn't mourn together. I squeezed my last strength and touched the sword like I was comforting my mother.

The Demon King vomited blood. I turned hard.

“Shangrira.”

Elder and Britannian.

White Yooseong and Eudor Pandragan.

The white Yooseong, who lost his left arm, sighed with the storm caller tucked into the ground. Jude Pandragan, whose glorious gloves were almost destroyed, ended up lifting the Excalibur.

It was a settlement. Victory and defeat were decided.

The Demon King smiled. Finally, I asked Mother Rust. I borrowed her power and stepped on the final angle.

A sword raised high in the sky.

It was the last strike that culminated.

White Yooseong and Juder ran at the same time.

A white meteor throws itself at the attack of the Demon King, which is like a spill of darkness. The one who called the storm vomited a thunderstorm and received the Dark Lord.

Engagement of a new sword and a magic sword. The waves of power generated by it.

I penetrated that gap. Juder's Excalibur pierces the Demon King's chest with a pure white glow.

This is the last step.

The last time I looked up at the night sky, the devil closed his eyes.

After the lightning storm, the peak of the marvel, which was called the hand-over strength, died so quietly.

Yuder and White Yooseong vomit a rough breath. I thought I was going to fall and die, but I threw out my fist high in the sky. I roared in victory.

Battle from day to night.

The horsepower of the Demon King has fallen and collapsed rapidly.

“Eclipse.”

Weissman caught his eye on the chess plate.

It was a checkmate. No more fighting was meaningless.

“Eclipse.”

Wiseman once again called. It was a great fight, and I did not praise Eclipse, nor did I applaud the victorious Shangrira.

A single tear flowed along Wiseman's wrinkled face.

The fear of death was not tears. It was the tears of my father who sent my beloved child away.

Angel Wizz wailed. Demon Envi was no different.

“Wiseman.”

Wiseman smiled softly at the call. A woman with a rainbow hair sits beyond her reflexes with a depressed face.

Weissman reaches out and strokes her head. He touched his cheeks and stood up. I stepped back and looked at everyone who looked at me.

“You've won, my lord. ”

He said in the air, and his voice touched. A light image was created in front of the Wiseman's eyes. It was the image of the White God, the supreme god of Shangrira.

There was no celebration of the winner, no consolation of the loser. The villager who glanced at Weissman quietly took out the words he had prepared from Miri.

“Joe Weissman will accept you. ”

The union of the new world.

Inclusion of a fake god.

But it was different so far. What the people wanted was completely different.

“Be our, Shangrira's ‘Evil God’, Wiseman. ”

Evil in opposition to good.

An axis of myth.

Evil God, as Yakin and Decor proved, must exist.

Wiseman leans his head. He also asked boldly.

“Is it sympathy for the loser? ”

“No, for a fight that will unfold... not even one step ahead. ”

Obviously, there's only guesswork.

The future I became convinced of after confronting Odin, the head of the white mask.

“After the War of the Gods. A real fight that will unfold after the winner is determined. ”

Why white masks are gathering candidates for this race.

The story they despaired of.

The final battlefield where all the answers will be revealed.

“The game above the phantom requires a match. Your presence will make Shangrira stronger. ”

Young Min reached out his hand. Wiseman looked at his hand.

The hands of the two false gods clasped against each other.

The New Testament of Article 17 fluctuated.

The people stood in the middle of such a new system, and Orot looked up to heaven.

Dae-a-young grabbed the hand of the Villager. Knut smiles, and Edwin and Bart, each carrying a teepnet and an asca, burn to the ground. Guinevere also swallowed dried saliva. Morgana and Merlin stare at the sky with bitter eyes. Gawain and Percival put their hands on each other's swords.

War of gods.

Games of the gods.

I welcomed the end. The winner has now been decided.

“Odin!"

The inhabitants shout. They are displaced. Instead of accepting the text in light, he raised his voice and declared it.

“The winner has been determined. I will now enter the final battle! ”

Black masks.

White masks.

He sits in the divine system of Article 17. He surrounds the false gods of Article 17, who will soon be reconciled with the real gods.

And one of them.

The one who faces the people.

Odin took a step forward. He said with his white mask off.

“Welcome, my people. Winner of the War of the Gods. Be a real god and face the remnants of that night and the predators who are devouring the world even now. ”

A real god.

The will of the world.

To prevent the handover from returning to nothing once again.

To save this world that is closing towards destruction.

Odin gives the White Mask to the people.

The people accepted it.

The final battle to begin from now on.

I realized all that.