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A spherical sky where countless branches and folds overlap-a canopy sphere.

Wenzel, the birthplace of the birth, rode in the green wind and flew there.



The magic line <> is connected to her via the Demon King Army Eleonor. Therefore, it was possible to share the field of vision from that god's eye.

Thought communication <>, I tell.

"Wenzel. Shushojin was held here. The only thing to watch out for is Romuen, the god of selection. ''

It is possible, however, that Anahem was dressed as a culling god. If so, it would guarantee Lausel's safety.


"Thank you. Nevertheless, disabling Anahem in the Desert Desert, indeed, you're just surprised every time, Demon King Anos."

T ransl ate d b y Jpmt l .com A huge bird's nest was visible far from Wenzel's sight. This is the sanctuary of the flowering god Rausel. Apparently, the flowers are not dead.


She stroked her chest down. At that time, the field of view is reversed. The wind of fire dew suddenly disturbed.



At the next moment, the green stream swirled to let go of Wenzel's body, and she fell head upside down.



"this is……?"

Despite the rugged look, Wenzel gets some of the cloth he wears. Shaking his arms to release it, the cloth of God stretched straight and wrapped around a nearby branch.

From there, the birth deity moved in the sky like a pendulum and jumped to another branch.


"Hello, it's been a while, Wenzel. Did it take two or three thousand years?"

A green-green wind blows in the sky of the celestial sphere. Riding on it, a man like a bard appeared before Wenzel. T ran sl ate d b y jpmt l.com

She wears a winged hat and a long whistle. From his expression and appearance, there was easy lightness.

"Where do you go so quickly?"

Facing him, Wenzel made a serene voice.

"Go to Rausel, the flowering god. Gietenaros. If you rule the crown celestial sphere, you've probably heard of us, but the god who claims to be the god of selection, Romuen, has taken hold of us. He was also targeted. Just me"

"Oh, that?"

He nods in a light tone.

HM. Is this man the transversal god Guetenaros? Tranquility and dignity are far from god.

The words I utter are somewhat light, and I feel the impression that they are likely to fly like a wind.

"Do you know anything?"

"Oh, I know well, Wenzel."

Inflection God swings a long flute lightly. The green wind came in and began playing idyllic songs.

"Because the selection god is me."

The expression of Wenzel is dyed in surprise.

"That's a lie. It's a lie. I don't have to be so surprised."

"Gietenaros. I have no time to keep up with your lies." Tr a nsl a t e d by jp mt l .c om

"That's right.

For a moment, the song played by Guethenaros was violently changed to a crisis approaching.

"Because you were the god of selection"

Once again, Wenzel rounds his eyes. Then he immediately shook his head.

"... What are you talking about? I have left Da Cu Cadate for two thousand years and have been in the metropolis of Mememiya, in the valley of the sky.

"Yeah, I know. But there are some weird stories."

Guitenaros sits in the green wind. He swirled, swirled and manipulated the wind with his fingertips, passed through the flute, and started playing idyllic songs again.

"After the birth god Wenzel disappeared, the culling god Romuen appeared and began to kill the gods. Is there only one god who can do this in this canopy sphere while hiding from my wind?"


To be doubtful, the words are still light. He said in a flimsy voice, almost without emotion.

"You're a head-headed Dilfred saying that birth is more than a metamorphosis, meaning only Wenzel can do evil here."

"But I--

"Do you just say you've just returned? Surely you weren't in Da Cu Cadate."

Gietenalos peeks at her easy smile.

"It's like proving that it's not my job."

"... Do you doubt me?" T ra nsla te d b y jp m tl .c o m

"That's right, because you're a friend of that eccentric creator of God. You treat the order lightly because you're shouldering on people. What about Militia? I've been struggling with that for hundreds of millions of years. If I don't like it, I wish I had created more from the beginning. ''

In a non-malicious voice, Gietenaros speaks lightly.

"Well, that's good. The problem is that there is no one other than the birthplace of you, Birth of the selection god Romuenu."

"It's a misunderstanding, Gietenaros.

"I don't know. Even without you, the abyss of the Big Mother Sea doesn't look like me. Even if you ask me to find evidence, I can't find it. But recently, the wind is strange."

"... what's wrong?"

"Well, I guess something might be happening in your big tree sea. You know that there's fire that hasn't changed in the water? Did you know that the flow of fire dew is decreasing? "

Wenzel nods.

"I think you stole it little by little, and I stole it little by little, using fire dew to produce the culling god Romuenu. Finally, the amount of circulating fire dew was visible. It has started to decrease so you can see it. ''

Inflection God plays a flute with a fingertip.

"What are you trying to produce next time, Wenzel?"

"... I guess I got Rausels and why do you do that?"

"I don't know."

Yes, Guethenaros says, and Wenzel breathes.

T r a n slat ed b y Jpmtl .c om "I don't know. Well, maybe? It may be for the people of the earth, or there may be other reasons. God never understands you, because you're crazy. Just like the creator god. "

"I don't think it's funny to have a heart. Sometimes you will know-"

"I was waiting."

Guitenaros rises in the wind of the fire.

"Soon after you came to this crown, you went straight to Rausel, the flowering god. Did you care? Did you successfully kill them?"

The drug, he laughed.

"Is it clear that the evidence linking the god of birth to the birth god?"

"It's a wet robe, the god of inversion. If I was going to kill Rausel, she wouldn't have brought Ennesone. Thanks to her, Rausel survived."

"Yes, maybe. So, I was waiting again. I was chased by the heap of Anahem, and you fled to the Big Mother Sea. What do you do after repelling Anahem? Is it? "

Gietenalos plays the song, whirling lightly.

"If you bring your subordinate to the Demon King, you have no intention of harming Rausel, because they will surely get in the way. "I mean, it's a mouth seal."

Stopping the flute, Gietenalos points to the birth deity.

"Zannnnn. You came alone."

A green wind blows. It is sucked into the whistle and makes loud noises on the crown of the tree.

"If you lie, don't do better, Wenzel, like me."

"Gietenaros, no."

"What are you plotting? You didn't take in the non-conforming people or bring in Ennesone, but rather to make them think they did it? In other words, you used the non-conforming people I'm sorry. "

A gentle song is violently transposed. Like a battle march, the inspiring investigation spread to the crown.

At that moment, the thunder roars and the wind changes to blue lightning.

"Wait, Guitenaros. Let's talk again."

"I hate boring stories. Let's sing."

The medicine, the inverted God laughed. The wind is blowing. The wind of magic was overflowing from his body.

Thunder, "Let's sing. Let's sing. Oh, let's sing. It's like the wind, sometimes like the blue sky.

Thunder covers the entire sphere with thunder. There is no escape for Wenzel, either up, down, left or right.

"The sky is moving, heart pattern"

Countless blue lightning bolts attacked Wenzel from all sides, with the words of the Singing Inflection God. She can't fly and stands on a branch.

However--

Birth Shield "A drop of the beginning will soon become a pond and become a mother sea. Gentle my child, please get up. Avrohelian"

The moment the azure shield shone, the lightning turned into a butterfly.

Birth exceeds a metamorphosis. The birth was born from the order of Gietenalos.

"You can't beat me"

"That's right. But this is the crown of the celestial sphere, my sanctuary."

Gietenaros carries the inflection whistle Idido Roend to his mouth and gently blows his breath.

The song is transposed again, and the sky changes. A dark night that can't be seen even a moment ahead came to the crown celestial sphere-



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