Start, Unlimited Skill Tree!

In the center of an important main city in Atlanta, the archbishop of this country, Brutlin, was put on a bonfire and tied up.

The once decent, gentle and personable archbishop was still screaming when he was tied up: "The glaciers in the extreme north will not cool the flame in my heart, even if I am burned to death like that, I will not regret it!"

"You group of wolves in sheep's clothing, the struggle for our Lord will never end!"

The tragic bell on the tower of the main city pierced the night sky and spread to thousands of households.

This is the signal for burning.The street leading to the Campo de' Fiori was full of people.

Brutlin was tied to the stake in the center of the square, and he solemnly announced to the onlookers: "Darkness is about to pass, dawn is about to come, and the brilliance of the sun will finally defeat evil!"

In the end, he shouted "Fire, can't conquer me, this is also the brilliance of our Lord Sun God!! Ahhh! The world in the future will understand me, and someone will know my value!"

The executioner put a cork on his mouth and lit the fire.Bruno whimpered and struggled to death in the raging fire.

That thin whining sound seemed to mean to say that he would never bow his head to these bandits and heretics.

As a church that is also in the camp of light...

He never dreamed that after the death of their god, the first ones who couldn't wait to attack them would not be those dark churches——

It was this neighboring country that also believed in the goddess of the moon, fate, and harvest—the North Church.

Relying on the huge number of believers in Atlanta, their gods clearly have the possibility of recovery.

As an innate god born from a concept, the sun god Boros did not die completely, but just fell into an inactive god species.

That is, the gods who have lost their 'spiritual marrow'.

however--

If Atlan's faith is converted.

The believers of the Sun God who have lost a large number of believers will never have the possibility of resurrecting their gods.

Now that he has been burned to death, the Theocracy, which is preparing to preach on this land, is not the most evil robber and villain in the world in the eyes of Brutlin! !

And all of this was seen by a pair of eyes below.

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The Church of the North——

Before it was embezzled, no one probably remembered the original name of that country.

But some people never forget.

It is just hidden deep in the hearts of those people.

For example, a former princess——

At the moment, she is having a very hot time with Restia and Ji Zelu.

Stacking blocks, sand sculptures, playing snowballs...

All these can be done in the mirror space simulated by Yan.

Anything you want can be imagined and constructed.

At this moment, the former princess, on the surface, was playing heartlessly and happily with Ji Zelu and Restia, as if she had completely forgotten her heavy life experience and the terrible memories of being hunted down.

Actually—

'Well... really had a good time. '

If he hadn't heard the story of the former princess from the outside world and the vampire tool man (Lolita), Homura would have thought that the innocent and cute former princess in front of him was just an ordinary little princess.

After the Epic of Gilgamesh came out, Homura didn't care about sales and response.

Anyway, even if he didn't ask—

Hitty and Youye would definitely run over excitedly, chit chat with him, and then be inexplicably moved, cry, and desperately ask him about the story behind.

Now Homura has discovered something that interests him even more!

His eyes lingered on the pink-haired loli (former princess), and then looked at Xidi who was playing chess with him.

"Checkmate... This is the [-]th time." Yan said as he made the last move with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and then took a sip of hot tea.

Hitty froze for a moment, and opened her mouth nervously;

"Nonsense... You obviously only lost one hundred and five times!"

Hitty was a little ashamed——

Although she has been losing all the time, she has counted the times in her heart!How could it be that exaggerated three hundred times? !

"No, I'm not talking about the number of wins and losses on the board—out of a total of one hundred and five games, you lost one hundred and five times..."

"Shut up! You bastard!" Hitty's face collapsed, feeling that her majesty as a magician was completely swept away.

She gritted her teeth, is it necessary to explain it so clearly?

"That's not the key. The most important thing is... haven't you thought about why you always lose to me?" Homura sighed, looking at Hitty as if she were looking at a rebellious half-grown child.

"Use your limited brain capacity and think carefully..." With an obviously gentle and pleasant voice, he said words that could irritate people to death.

"Are you disliking me for being stupid?" Hitty had a black line on her forehead.