The World of Masks

The boldness of authenticity was even more shocking.

“Oh, no, they're the 'world', aren't they? Then what mysterious force would have prompted the development of technology? · · · · · · · · ·. ”

[Impossible.]

Charles' attempt to somehow deny that there was a traitor was futile and ended in vain.

[He controls the world, not advances it. In addition, he also steals skills. In this world, he also has a huge downward force. He wouldn't need an army like that if he could set it up on his own.]

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Ueron's words severely cut Charles' hope.

“Well, now that the enemy has humans in their power, they may be running spies. ”

Jinseok spoke as if Charles were a fool. However, there was a lot of nuances in his expression that were unlikely.

“Either way, spies or traitors can be quite large. because we've literally spread this technology from a source to a large scale. Of course, he was active in the air raid. in a way that gives us a detailed picture of where our facilities are. ”

Speaking of which, Jinsuk breathed shallow.

“This is what I'm here for. because at least two of you who are gods are unlikely to be spies or traitors. Please take care of your surroundings from now on. We don't know who the traitor is. ”

Charles and the plague nod quietly. The hostility of the faceless traitor begins to burn in both eyes. It was a murder like that, literally ripped to shreds if I knew the traitor.

* * *

It was a deep earth every day because of the invasion of this world, but time did not stop flowing. Sometimes even the thought of being heartless.

As always, the Red Sun disappears beyond the West and returns at night. But here, there was a frontal challenge to the concept of night. The liver is powered by a generator that supplies electricity. The bright light shining on the surroundings drives out the rightful owner of the night of darkness and releases its fierceness.

Bang!

A giant, dark-skinned monster undead lays a gathering rock on the ground. The undead gather around it and begin to trim the rocks. Not long after they were skilled architects in life, the natural rocks were reborn into neat parts of the altar. Once the undead have finished processing, the giant monster undead, who was standing by the rocks, now carries it back into a smooth piece and begins to move erratically. A new rock is placed back where the processed rock disappeared. Then the processing begins again.

The work of the dead, as it is in legend, was building fairytales and altars at a rapid pace, the core of the world unity. Fairytales that had already become quite large boasted of their existence, as the only thing around them was dark shading.

Like the Lord of Darkness.

There were two sets of eyes watching him. Spend a few times exploring around the altar with a burst of scattered energy. The owners of the eyes take action.

Blame!

The two blown bodies are crushed by the nearest undead. The undead turn their heads. A terrifying naturalization faces both.

'It's the worst eyes I've ever seen.'

Arongo frowns but does not stop. Cold pours into his hands.

Blah!

It's a moment. Whether the undead are unaware of the intruder and continuing to work, all of them are frozen, regardless of whether they are aware of the intruder and whether they are moving to stop it.

Exactly!

Arongo flicks his finger once.

I'm fine!

The frozen undead crumble into the mountains.

'This is amazing.'

Arongo glances down at the bracelet on his wrist with fresh eyes. The performance of the newly paid superpower amplifier was surprising. Amplification of abilities, control, all increased dramatically over the old amplifier.

And the benefits of that new amplifier's performance increase have been diligently driven to another person, Priya.

[Freeya, calm down. Take a deep breath and draw out unnecessary force on your body. And.]

'It's okay, Berted.'

Priya calms down the worrying Berted like her mother.

'I can't just mope around like I used to. I'll do what I can.'

Her eyes glisten with firm will. Berted felt a joyful shock at her words. The passive, passive Priya tries to brace her legs and run through rough ground.

Yeah, I see. I shouldn't have interfered.]

What Berted would say to Priya, who was positively influenced by Eun-hee, was not a worrying nagging but a word of faith.

[Cheer up!]

“Yes!”

Kwajijijik!

Trees rise from Priya's feet. Like the serpent in the myth, the trunks twist their hooves.

Phew!

A big swinging trunk strikes the undead. The undead fly to and fro like a baseball hit by a bat.

Glug.

The wooden trunks, roughly thinning out nearby enemies, gather around Priya and immediately begin to curl her up. The tangled trunks were not enough to completely cover Priya's body, making her heavier.

Bang!

Crushing through the ruins of the lying undead, it raises its massive body. There was a 3m giant with thick, hard wooden trunks.

Kwung! Kwung!

A wooden giant starts running like an ignorant boar. I was kicked and stepped on annoying things. The undead, like leaves scattered in the wind, are swept away and swept away.

Of course, the undead were not alone. I made an attack to stop the Tree Giant at any cost. However, their attacks are blocked by hard tree bark. Even though some of the wood had been removed, other branches quickly covered the missing parts and recovered. There was no tank.

A wooden giant suddenly reaches a fairytale with overwhelming ferocity, punching his fist.

Qajik!

A crack broke the surface of a fairytale made of hard stones. A wooden giant pokes his finger between the cracks.

Quadruple!

You hear something breaking, and the fairy tale vibrates violently. Shortly after, trunks popped out from all over the fairy tale. The trunks of trees stretched out from the fingers of the tree giants appeared, stirring them in the fairy tale machine, tipping them over and breaking them. It didn't take long for the fairytale to fully cover the tree trunks. The appearance showed a paradoxically strange beauty. It was like a city that had been torn apart by human hands covered in jungle and had gained another life.

“That's it! We're retreating! ”

Arongo exclaims.

A wooden giant takes his hand off the altar and starts running back. Arongo reaches out, fending off nearby enemies.

Boo-hoo!

A solid wall of ice rises behind Priya, who flees. The pursuing enemy is blocked by the wall and stops. You wield your weapon and strike with your hand, but the solid ice wall rarely breaks.

Glug!

The tree trunks that were covering the tree giant's breasts began to scatter. Priya protrudes out of the tree giant's chest completely. With a light gesture, she sets her foot on the ground and jumps straight to the ground.

A missing pilot, Priya, cringes. The trunks of the tree giants began to return to their original form, harvesting their bodies that were intertwined. At the same time, new trunks of wood emerge from the surrounding ground. They intertwined again, and this time they made a huge wall. Even if the ice wall built by Arongo is breached, this time the wooden wall built by Priya will block the way of the enemy.

The two men vanish into the deep darkness, leaving feuding enemies beyond the wall.

* * *

What's the damage?

Eun-hee asked. Her cheeks are slightly stretched, as demonstrated by the absolute lack of supplies in AMSS. At first glance, my skin looked rough.

'Well done.'

Eun-hee is in a different position than other refugees. You can get as much delicious food as you want from the Demon Prince at any time. However, if she had remained healthy despite a shortage of supplies, of course she would have doubted it, and she was eating just as badly as anyone else.

'Even a traitor couldn't do it.'

A juicy, flowing steak in a dish was brought to my mouth. The food made by skilled chefs was indeed different. I had a glamorous feeling in my mouth. She sips wine this time. A strong wine aroma danced on the tip of my tongue.

· · · · · · Are you picking on me?

Eun-hee's voice went up a little. In her belly, a grunting sound creeps into Sophie's ears, riding on the speakers.

“What are you talking about? I don't think so. ”

Sophie breaks her face, saying it's unfair. I cried in my eyes. But the knife in her left hand constantly carves the steak, and the fork in her right hand moves the steak piece diligently into her mouth.

You're putting food in front of a man who's starving to death because of an operation, and you're not picking on him?

“Of course, the French usually keep a close watch on their meals. It's just a cultural difference. Yum!”

Then I put the piece of steak back into my mouth.

Eun-hee's eyes trembled. If Sophie was right in front of her, she'd be beaten with a cane right now.

I don't give a damn about your country's culture.

“Oh, no. Culture in other countries should respect · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Whoo!

As she gritted her teeth and hung up her Hanja Hanja, Sophie put away her food while pouting. But to be precise, it was more like quitting because it was mocked rather than being pushed by Eun-hee's pressure.

Eun-hee knew that, so she didn't let go of her gaze. But that didn't last long either.

Oh, shit. They're making me work in useless places to starve.

I can see Eun-hee falling helplessly over the statue beyond the screen. Sophie watched, smiling beautifully.

Don't laugh. Just watch.

Eun-hee gives Sophie a sharp shot.

“I see. You must have asked about the current damage, right? ”

Yes, it is.

“Not much. How much has the Undead been beaten? ”

And the undead are easily replenished. It was not an exaggeration to see that the Demon Lord was not actually harmed.

Altars and fairy tales?

Currently, AMSS is the primary attack target and the core of a unified world. He was a Demon Lord with overwhelming advantage, but if the altar and the fairy tale are broken, he will surely be severely hit. It has also been reported to AMSS that superpowers have already achieved destruction of several structures.

But what came out of Sophie's mouth was a complete denial of the report.

“Not at all.”

The Demon King's army has not lost an altar or a fairy tale. They were still being completed at a rapid pace for the United Nations.

Good, because I was worried about losing my real altar and my fairy tale machine because my plan went wrong.

“Hehe, don't worry. Enemies were completely focused on fakes. as planned.”

Sophie's smile was deeply ridiculed by the enemies who were smashing 'fake', believing that their actions would truly help the world.

But be careful. They're controlling the fake attack, saying the surveillance is negligent, but they could be targeting the real thing by mistake.

“I'll keep that in mind.”