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The nameless king.

Also terrible.

The method of movement is lightning strikes, and if it is in a vacuum, it can even be transferred at the speed of light.

He is the lord of Thunder, the ferryman on the long river of time.

When he threw the sun gun for hunting dragons and killing gods.

Almost everything will be reduced to the dust of history.

but--

No matter how scary they are.

The shock that can be felt through the screen is also limited.

From visual impact.

Although scary.

However, that was after all a layer of veil.

Looking at them is like looking at the mountains in the early morning.

The smoke was hazy.

Although I know the towering mountains.

However, it is difficult to have a substantive cognition.

but--

God who has come now.

It's not that concept at all.

It's like a drop of ink falling into a clear spring.

The world is dyed.

The smell of the air seems to be no longer fresh.

It's the smell of gunpowder.

Everyone seems to have a kind of spiritual vision.

They traveled through time and space.

The crossbowmen of Daqin, the heavy infantry of Thermopylae, the guards of Rome...

It was an ancient battlefield.

The wind and sand rolled up the scorched flag, and in the long sand and stones, the smoking wood gave off a disgusting stench.

A few vultures hovered over the corpses that had not been completely buried by sand and stones. Several arrows were still on the corpses, but the broken spear was still in the hands of the corpses.

In the distance, the screams of killing can be heard endlessly.

Everyone seems to be a part of the battlefield.

The body was split in two by the epee, met by the iron cavalry, crushed by the chariot...

Beheaded by owls, cut in half, pierced by thousands of arrows...

The pain caused everyone's body to convulse.

However, the phantom still continues.

It even became more tragic.

because--

Humans are the most adept species in the world at slaughtering their own race.

Verdun.

The German artillery group poured shells on the French positions at a density of more than 10 rounds per hour, which opened the prelude to the meat grinder.

History has never seen such a terrible intensity.

The cannon bombarded like thunder, and the successive charges were higher and higher. The ammunition shells piled up like mountains, leveled the trenches, blew up the bunkers, and blew up the forest to pieces. The hills completely changed their appearance.

The dense shells shook the ground and threw human bodies, equipment and debris into the sky like chaff.

The heat wave of the explosion melted the snow, and the bullet holes were filled with water, and many wounded soldiers drowned in them.

The war lasted for 10 months, with 70 casualties.

The terrifying spiritual vision made people with weak mental ability kneel on the ground and vomit.

No one will laugh at them.

Because, the vision is still going on.

Normandy landing.

70 days, 150 million casualties.

The soldiers' bodies fell like fields of wheat harvested with a scythe.

Stalingrad.

The battle lasted 199 days, with two million casualties.

The cold hell has ruined the backbone of the two empires...

The hellish scene is constantly being updated.

Almost all of them knelt down in fear, vomited, trembled, and even passed out.

That dark god.

Nothing is done.

Just by standing there, he let the human beings in this world understand what war is! !

The boy who turned into an unknown king looked into the distance.

There, it is really a familiar god, standing there.

"Artosh."

"You should call me father."

The god smiled and said words that were enough to make anyone feel weird.

"Hatirem."

Those words caused the faces of the few remaining people to change suddenly.

When it is determined that fantasy comes.

Almost no one would not search for deeds related to the Unknown King and Jibril.

The name Hatilem was naturally also within the scope of the search.

Hatirem, the Sky Winged King who was transformed from a soul from another world.

As for which other world he came from, he didn't mention it at all.

Now, the answer is out.

Cold sweat, dripping down.

They thought that the so-called created beings were born from fantasy.

but--

The nameless king, this soulful guy, and the existence of the Flügel from Lily's comics are not in the same style at all! !

Black Soul and Star Grail World have never been linked.

However, God of War—this is already the only god in the setting, and the name of the unknown king is Hatilem...

They know each other.

This obviously goes beyond the scope of so-called creationism.

In a short period of time, the generated cognition completely collapsed.

People have to think.

Perhaps, they appeared in this world only because the authors, as literary consumables, have higher spiritual vision.

I accidentally read information about another world, and wrote a part of the story...

"Long time no see, Artosh-sama."

It seems to realize that at this time, there is no point in continuing to play dead.

The nameless king took off his helmet.

Under the helmet is a face that completely satisfies people's perception of male Flügel.

"Hehe, it turns out that before you became my subordinate, you still had a time when you were called the unknown king."

The God of War smiled.

The smile is quite gentle.

With a little burnout.

It makes people think of a guy who just came out of the gym.

I can't imagine it at all.

It was such a man who knocked down ninety-nine percent of the people in the world the moment he appeared on the stage.

...just by breath.

"There are so many worlds, it's not a strange time to be reincarnated in another world as a guardian of order, isn't it?"

The nameless king nodded, acknowledging his identity as the other party's family member.

Altair this guy.

Really talent.