Chapter 983 – Fist Through the Sky (1)
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How would you feel if someone broke the walls of your house and came inside?
Isn’t it an era where even the noise between floors that only sends sound through the soul-sending meta can be a motive for murder? I’m not going to take a good look at the pup who broke through the walls of my house.
‘What if only Kingchi could fix the broken wall on its own?’
And what if the homeowners only wished for the day the walls were fixed on their own?
“Welcome, Wolfheddin. All I have to give you is alcohol and fruit.”
My visit was just perfect. Even though I want to fuck this, let’s watch the situation and think about it. I feel like this isn’t as bad as I thought.
The reptilian-eyed male god called Sobek said.
“You really fixed the dimensional barrier.”
“Just as each person has a different place of pain and a slightly different body structure, I can’t say that fixing this will fix the earth as well.”
“You are humble. You can be a little more proud of yourself because you solved a difficult problem that even the gods couldn’t help with so easily.”
“It wasn’t as easy as it seemed.”
The future Veronica succeeded because there was data that failed.
Since it was a skill obtained after destroying an entire dimension, an entire world, it would never be said that it was easy to come this far. Sobek guessed my meaning and lowered his head.
“I messed up my words. Forgive me.”
“Fine. Is it true that all the surviving gods have gathered?”
“Yes. As you can see, that’s all. Are you disappointed with the low numbers?”
Suk… I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
“Nope. It exceeds expectations.”
It was to be expected from the hand that intervened when Henir writhed, but it seemed that more gods survived than we would have liked.
“If the prophecy had come true, more should have survived. The old rulers took away their roles, and they died and died with the survivors, so it turned out like this.”
The red-haired, androgynous god said. He bowed to me
“God of God, Ogma Griernanek. And that over there——”
“I told you to fix that guy’s temper, you old man in a small room who’s been sloppy at this age!!!!”
“Geg! Geb! Geb! Eek to him!”
Ogma interrupted, and his red-haired Jam Min stepped on the doctor who was arguing with me and strangled him.
A scene reminiscent of Sodom and Gomorrah, where the spirit of respect for the elderly has completely disappeared! However, there was a variable that made me doubt my eyes and faith, the wings on Jammin’s back.
“In this town, it seems that an angel takes an old man who is about to die to heaven like that.”
“… Angus Mak Og, the White Evil God, and Diane Kekt, the Poetry God. Age is similar. I mean, from our point of view, it is.”
Ogma shrugs. He also looked bitter, so he felt like a mood maker. A guy like this has fucking charisma. Like me.
“Angus Mac Ogya. Feel free to call me Baek Aek Shin.”
Angel Jamminkun, who had been beating Dian for a while, said.
Holding my outstretched hand, I nodded.
“Angus is easier to sing.”
“No, call me that because I am more comfortable than you.”
“Looking at your name, you’re from the Ulster side. Do all the Ulster gods have some flaws on their heads?”
The same goes for the fainting Uiyong over there, and is the default option for my older sister’s ancestor’s ancestor?
“God and man because they can’t see it from the same point of view. Right? Diarmuid.”
The man, probably two meters tall, nodded his head. He didn’t answer anything else, but he was the most noticeable because he was big and his muscles were dense like a Greek sculpture.
Jammin, who seems to have just entered middle school, calls a veteran warrior who looks older than me his son?
It was a novel feeling, but if you think about it, my family was in a similar situation. Because when my son is as big as I am, he will have to bend over when he makes eye contact with Fran or Larilura.
I got a rough idea of Mr. Dear Musgigi’s skills and returned the subject.
“As you can see, we have a way to fix the dimensional barrier. We did our best in the situation we asked for. I think it’s time to hear the answer, isn’t it?”
“You are impatient. Or was our prudence overdone?”
Wing Jam Min-i Angus flew through the sky and clenched his chin.
“I’ve never taken your words lightly. Still, we waited a really, really, really long time for this day. That’s why I couldn’t rush to conclusions.”
Heaven——When I looked around one of the dimensions that the people of this world considered the afterlife, I had no choice but to say yes.
‘There really is nothing.’
There were a few trees or something like that, but it didn’t look like a Christian heaven, let alone a heaven in the good sense.
It is a space where the sea of clouds meets the meadow. Do you have to sit here and wait for a long time? Even gods with bloodline guarantees would be dizzy before their eyes.
Even if you’re an elf, you’ll go crazy if you wait 10,000 years.
‘It must feel like serving in the military for 20 years without going out and staying out even with a sergeant.’
It’s not boring or anything like that. Even being locked up in a mental ward would be better than that.
After being imprisoned like that for 20 years as a sergeant, he suddenly receives an offer to fight the head of the North Korean gangsters by risking the country’s fate?
‘If he answers in one day there, he’s a madman.’
It’s not like they have one or two fucking lives on their shoulders to think that we’d rather fight and finish because we’re tired of waiting.
And the reason why they imprisoned themselves like this is because they were no different from a disaster in the dimension of the [Dimensional Shield] That they themselves were vulnerable to.
In a way, it was good to say that he sacrificed himself for humanity.
Almost all the years since the Age of Gods ended.
It seemed to me that I could understand even if such people agonized over the choice for the life and death of mankind for several months.
It was like that now when I witnessed the blandness of this dimension.
A month to me would feel like less than a few hours to them, but a prophet threw a future in which we failed and humanity was annihilated.
“… I agree with him.”
Satis nodded in my direction, and with a cold face, went out into the sight of the other gods.
“My friends, who did not match in origin, inclination, or wish. The days of waiting for the war in the cave they ran away from at sunset, they worked really hard. I endured the endurance of tearing raw flesh, and the night was over.”
Satis, who looked around the gods, clenched his fists.
“I will ask you guys. I tried to build up my strength until the time of the prophecy was ripe, but will I be able to gain a compatriot stronger than the hero of the new race here and his comrades?”
“Human life is short. Just because we’ve only accumulated 200 years of strength, we can’t be more effective than their cooperation. And since they’re human, there’s a high risk that they won’t be able to get help again in about 100 years.”
Ogma crossed his arms and shook his hand.
The gods must have been thinking of holding on until just before the limit of the day when the ‘Lord of the Deep’ awakens in the prophecy.
Resisting cannot destroy the destiny of prophecy, so being ignorant is useless. It’s a valid strategy if you can win before the old rulers wake up.
To that end, Satis bestowed blessings on the ground and gathered excellent human warriors. The gods, who had no religion left, seemed to have come up with their own plans.
Wings Jammin, accompanied by his half-human half-body son, Angus nodded as well.
“I look good. Now you have to wake up from the days of passing time like a rock or a tree, and be faithful to every minute and every second like humans. The ‘Lord of the Deep’ will do that.”
Reptilian eyes Sobek silently held out the evidence of being born primitively. As if that meant agreement, the other gods put up the same token.
Sobek glanced at the fainting old man.
“… Diane Kecht?”
“Wait.”
Angus flapped his wings and took out his token and brought it. The flirtatious look seemed to have succeeded in pickpocketing. Satis nodded heavily.
“We are gathered under one banner, so if the meaning points in the same direction, there will be no reason to hesitate any longer.”
Having fashioned her bow, she fired her arrows as if at the stars in the sky.
“My hounds, blow your whistle!! This is the beacon of the opening of the war!!”
Piuuuuugh—!! Parts Tsutsutsutsu—!!
The arrow flew non-stop, and it looked as if it would really pierce a star somewhere.
Why? I didn’t even turn on my clairvoyance, but I could see in the sky a gigantic figure that was already watching me wriggling with interest.
Sssss… !
As the arrow exploded, some power acted on this dimension. I woke up when I saw the sleeping souls awaken like Einheri sang by Valkyrie.
Hounds who completed their tasks like Optum and returned to Satis’ arms!
The warriors Satis had gathered to twist the fate of the prophecy had now awakened from a long slumber.
I looked up and observed the pulsating galaxy like tentacles.
Suddenly, I felt as if the final battle with the ‘Lord of the Deep’ was approaching.
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“Why were Satis-sama’s warriors asleep?”
After her declaration of war, not her declaration of war, I stopped her and asked,
“Because time is a severe punishment for humans. Not to mention waiting.”
As if he had been ready to go to war at any time, Satis answered boldly. It seemed to have nothing to do with the impatience that would be shown in the Tang Dynasty army, where the assembly suddenly fell.
Maybe it’s because she doesn’t feel her sense of crisis.
This is the reaction of those who live with that sense of crisis by their side. It’s like a skilled special forces unit that rushes to the front line with a gun right away even if bombing falls while sleeping.
“My authority is hunting and capturing prey. When I say this, it sounds like stuffed animals, but keeping targets intact is part of my powers.”
“It’s like hibernation.”
“It was a perfect analogy.”
Satis raised his lips crookedly. I guess it’s a smile.
“You know the common denominator of creatures that hibernate? Having the habit of enduring winter means that they are long-lived creatures. When winter comes, there are many animals that die, leaving only offspring.”
It was Satis who replied as if he liked the implied meaning of my metaphor very much, not the accuracy of it. Well, according to my words, it means that her followers will live a long time.
“I have heard. She wanted to live in her former hometown treating animals.”
“… You have no ill feelings toward the hunter, right?”
“I’d rather be friends with hunters than doctors who heal people.”
The catchers used to call a veterinarian when they caught a bear in a country village or a wild boar roaming the fields. 99% of veterinarians go to animal hospitals because of their grades.
“We gathered human heroes to twist fate.”
Angus swam in the air like a coelacanth in zero gravity.
“You know Freya’s Einheri, right? He was in the same vein. But there is only one master class. They don’t trust us, so there was no way we could connect them and bring them here.”
“Such as Romania’s 7 substitutes?”
“Yes. And the children on earth right now don’t trust us.”
Angus blinked with an innocent face.
“So I miss Loki. If that hag had been here, I could have brought one or two here instead of Romania seven.”
“Exactly. You said Pomona was a Loki follower.”
“When fate is met, our followers are called here after death. Asgard’s Valhalla has been destroyed, but Magmel here still has the ability to guide souls.”
Magmel. It is the afterlife that the Ulsterians speak of.
Elysion, spoken of in the Romanian religious world, turned out to be the imperial family’s lie to control civilization, but this Magmel or Asgard was a real world.
The fruit that grew on the World Tree, must be one of those other dimensions.
Asgard must have been destroyed during Ragnarok, when all the old rulers gathered and ran rampant and died.
“Yes, Magmel still has the ability to protect followers, but… Whew.”
You don’t have to ask me why I’m sighing.
The Ulster faith, as you know, is almost extinct.
The tears that our Dana and Hyromain shed while selling fairy tales depicting the myths of Ulster during the
Even I, an archaeologist, have never heard of the names of gods such as Angus, Ogma, and Dian.
However, if ordinary people in this world believe in them, will there ever be a case where their souls will be called here after death? Angus got a pod in the back of his head.
“Ah~ back when Erinn of the ancient civilization was still around, a few people still came.”
“If the soul disappears on earth, it will not come, and if anyone believes in the person here, they will be summoned?”
“If you have enough mana and faith. But we’re not very famous. The creator hag, who is more famous than Satis, should have sat here and gathered warriors who believed in him, and me and Gebeck should have hunted the offspring of the stars on the ground~.”
Angus speaks as if the division of roles is wrong.
Judging by how excited he was at the new face he hadn’t seen in a while, it seemed that Jammin was also very proud of his skills. The sword worn around his waist seemed unusual.
“By the way, the person over there seems to be looking at us in a very unreliable way, doesn’t it?”
So I recited what I had been thinking.
“… Did Diane Kekt say abusive language?”
“Yes.”
“Please forgive. I will apologize for this instead.”
Angus with a straight face and feet on the ground. His behavior is mature and he looks like a smart boy. He must be tens of thousands of times older than me.
“I tried to change my temper by beating us to death, but gods are not beings that change so easily… “
“Everyone knows. It’s the same for humans, but if you succumbed to pain, you wouldn’t last very long in this magmel.”
Immutable means inflexible.
Iron is harder than clay, but the effort required to change its shape is on a different level.
“Well, originally, he was quite unlucky, jealous, and crazy… There are so many of them. I think it might be because of my dead son.”
Angus speaks in whispers. But I don’t remember ever allowing a boy to stick his face within 30cm of me. I said as I pushed away the boy god.
“I understand. Don’t understand By the way, wouldn’t it be troublesome to believe in one’s ability while fighting together risking one’s life in the future?”
“I heard from Sobek, are we really going to stick together? Now that the fight is not far away?”
“You’re not fighting to death, are you? I have to show that I can do it one step at a time, so you all hit your knees saying, ‘Oh, the reason we waited and waited so long was to meet this guy’.”
“That, you know? I’ve been sitting here watching you beat Henir to the fullest, and now I’m going to have some doubts. The reason Dian is so bad is because he’s an idiot… “
“Ah, I’m a high school graduate, so I don’t know about difficult things. Don’t do it too much lightly, ok? Can’t we just stick together for a few minutes?”
I was careful not to use a threatening tone when I said it, but then the giant, who was almost as quiet as a golem, opened his mouth.
“I will, Father.”
“Diarmuid, you?”
“Looks like they say that, but in reality it seems that we are not trustworthy.”
“Yes? My God, how do you get such a misunderstanding?”
I revealed my true feelings, but I let go of my pretense. This guy is quick to notice this, but he doesn’t notice. If you noticed it early on, where would it go if you just shut your mouth?
Diarmuy something reached out to me.
“As requested, I will simply compete with my strength.”
“… I’m just asking you for reference, how good are your skills? Ah, in this Magmel.”
“As a human being, it is considered the best, but I have never held out a sword to the gods, so I don’t know. I was on a par with the demigods who inherited the authority of my parents like me in the past.”
If so, it would be appropriate to measure the average.
I also took his hand. I don’t have any hobbies like hanging out with men, but since my opponent is also a macho and a prostitute, I can’t leave out the idea of having an arm fight.
“Let’s subtract authority. Please look at the body strengthening magic.”
“Magic is also your weapon. No complaints.”
The mechanically speaking giant pressed his feet together. Is it like arm wrestling without a table? It was a contest of strength in which the side that knocked the opponent to the side with strength won.
“It starts at one, two, three. Now, one, two—”
Angus gave signs that his interest was piqued. He backed away, flapping his wings, lowering his raised arm.
“──Three!”
Immediately after the pronunciation of the word three, the very moment when we put strength into our hands.
─What the hell!!
The dimension membrane was torn vertically.
Because of our power struggle, the dimensional barrier I had already torn had been torn apart instead of being repaired.
“… Uh, Amy.”
“Damage occurred in Magmel’s dimensional membrane. Measuring power consumption to be used for restoration… “
Diarmusgi looked at me with half-open eyes.
“Looks like you don’t have enough energy left to go back, but have you prepared a way to get back?”
“… Such a bitter.”
Fucked. It looks outlandish.
