It's the beginning referee that happened underground. It was the ending of the winning God of choice and the chosen one.
Standing in the endless wilderness is a creator god in the form of a girl and her chosen girlfriend.
The fierce holy war has now ended. Only God and man are standing.
As the heavens cry, a gleaming sound roars from above. With the roaring ears, the canopy was falling.
Earthquake It is called the order of the underground. The sky under the ground squeals, as if an earthquake occurred on the ground.
The canopy slowly fell and eventually stopped. The sky below the sun was sinking below normal, and was about half as high.
T ran sl at e d b y Jpｍt l .c om At that time, the voice of the end was heard.
"The Judgment has been given. The Creator has chosen and transcendent. You are the one who has the power of God and is worthy of order. You may be the agent of God who adjusts the inclined balance."
A huge glowing balance appears on the hills of the wilderness. Around them, balances of various sizes were floating.
The inclinations were slightly different, but most of the small balances were in balance. The least balanced is the huge balance in the center.
The strict gold scale, with a shield on the left and a sword design on the right, was greatly inclined to the left.
Alignment God "Erlorarierom"
The creator died quietly.
"That is correct?" T r a n slat e d b y ｊpｍ tl .co m
The question was answered by a huge balance called the Unity God.
"The balance of order must not lean; this is the world you create, the earth that respects unity."
"I made a mistake"
"No, order is right. We are right and wrong, just leading the world to the way it should be."
"I thought I made a mistake, whether I was wrong or not, I'm wrong."
The Creation God said.
"Alignment God, your logic is broken"
The creator reaches his little hand toward Erlorarierom.
"I will stop the elected referee and end it forever."
"No, there is no end to this referee. As long as there is a world, order will continue to be maintained.
"The order to sacrifice life is not kind."
"Left. There is no kindness to order. Life with order, living or dying, is trivial in front of order. A world without coherence just keeps destroying."
The creator shuts his mouth. Then he closed his eyes and uttered words.
"sorry"
Hirari, Hirari, and countless snow-moon flowers descend. In the sky, the Artier Noah is shining. Tr ansl at ed by Jp ｍ t l .com
"You fall asleep deep with my order. The sad judgment ends with it. This saves order but never saves people."
The silver balance points to the golden balance. Slowly Artiel Tonoa descended and swallowed the golden balance into the moon.
"... silly, stupid, creator god ... will you go against the order of the world you created ..."
"You say, I was stupid."
From the body of the creator God, a huge lump of magic power escapes, wrapping around the and the unity god.
The balance melting into the moon began to distort its contours.
"If the order is destroyed, the destruction of the world is inevitable. Many lives will be gone, and eventually everything will be returned to nothing. Recreate everything or God of creation."
Slowly, the creator shook his head from side to side.
"I should have two thousand years"
With convinced eyes, the creation god said.
"If the balance of order leans toward destruction, it will not."
"... Impossible ... Order is not vague, God's reason is absolute. Do you discuss speculation?"
The creator deity nods.
"Yes. The tragedy that everything is fixed hurts people and hurts God. A lonely and vague world is the only salvation."
"I don't understand" T rans late d b y ｊpm t l.c o ｍ
"I just don't want anyone else to walk the way my sister walked."
Slowly, the Creator walks down the hill and swallows the scale and touches the .
"I'm sorry. I can't create it gently."
The creation god gently crawled his fingers that month as if to stroke his child. Artieltnoah changes shape.
"goodbye--"
The creation god's body shines. There was a running man on a wilderness hill surrounded by pure white lights.
The figure had a white blade sparkling in purple and penetrated the body of the defenseless Creator.
“…………”
The painful sigh leaked and the light subsided.
Thunder sword Gadgeimon is stuck in her chest. The overflowing Shiden eats the body of the creation god.
"……Transcendental person……"
The creation god speaks to the figure piercing the sword.
"... Who hate ...?"
It was a gentle voice.
"Do you hate God? Do you hate people?" Tr ans late d by ｊpmt l .ｃ om
The creator reaches out to someone who wants to take his own life.
"Or do you hate this world?"
What came back was just a gaze of hatred.
"Even if you erase me here, it is the same. Even if you become a deputy, you will not be saved. Even with the power of God, your hatred will burn you and burn your soul."
Regardless, the transcendent thrust a lightning sword into the Creator God.
"You are full of hatred, so you have chosen you and reached out to you. But from that hatred I could not save you. I could not stop you. "
The body of the creation god becomes thin and transparent. That life was about to end.
"However"
She says, as if to the last hope.
"I will release you from your hatred sometime not now, somewhere not here"
A magic circle is drawn on the body of the creation god. It was the light of reincarnation that came out.
The transcendents run Shiden on the thunder sword, pierce the light, and interfere with the magic. The light of reincarnation was distorted.
"You have to suffer, you have to look down. If you are saved, I will be comforting, but remember."
Just as the particles of light scatter, the body of the creator has disappeared.
"Someday, even the burning hatred burns, because the Demon King comes here."
Leave such words.
The transcendent thrust a thunderbolt into the . The brilliant lightnings illuminate the wilderness.
The sunken canopy slowly rises up so that it can be lifted by the pillars of order. Thus, the selection referee was completed and the first substitute was born.
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