The God has moved to another world.

Disconnected from his surgery with old Kobolt, who named him Kougak, the red sheath returned to adjusting the land in a superior mood.

Look around the entire land, interfering slightly with the flow of power and getting it in order.

How much fun I enjoyed talking to Kougak, the look on his face remained smiling.

"Oh boy, you're still here."

In the red sheath, a purely domestic Japanese god, he was a Buddhist boy when it came to clergy or a Shinto god.

Of course I know things like Christianity, but anyway the land of the red sheath is de countryside.

There is no such thing as a church, but a temple and shrine.

Sole also had few shrines with priests, and many hanging priests had raised their congratulations.

Almost no one usually comes to the shrine where the Red Sheath was festived, and few come to wish for it.

Still, only once a year at the festival was it something that many came to worship in a lively way.

I was thankful and glad that the congratulations I could raise at that time.

"If I ask you, will you give me a celebration, a sutra?"

When I was a human, I didn't even look forward to that kind of thing. I'm thankful after I became a god.

To myself like that, the red sheath was something I had doubts about until a few hundred years ago.

Now, delightful things are delightful.

"Well, Sole is as Sole. Country around, is it? It's troublesome stuff."

Beside making adjustments, the red sheath was remembering an earlier story with Kougak.

The technology, called the double task of doing two things simultaneously, is some kind of land god eighteen.

Even though we have to adjust at all times, it happens more and more every time.

I can't make it if I'm doing it one by one very much.

It was a weak red sheath, but was good at "doing ~ while adjusting the land".

Most often, the ability was used to "go to the planting game" or "go to see a play that came to entertain me".

"Well. There's nothing you can do from here, even if you care. Is that right?"

The red sheath cannot move from the land.

If so, I'll have to turn passively.

I don't think from my head of asking other gods for help, such as Ambalance.

This land is my land, and I'll do something about my land myself.

Sole is the pride of the Land God and the will to defend.

Some would say crap, but the red sheath didn't think so.

Anyway, the red sheath died because of the tiny intent not to let him like the bad guy.

And when a man abandoned those who then festived himself if he did not watch over these people, the cheap will became God at the source.

The people of their land, whatever happens, they defend themselves.

Of course, I don't hate to ask for someone's help in the worst case scenario.

Until that happens, protect yourself "even if you will".

That's how the red sheath has always been, and it has come as a land god.

Thore was not going to change, even when he came to this land of another world.

"In some cases, do you do Mizuhiko outside?"

The idea is that Mizuhiko, who has become more aggressive than I thought, is going to be on reconnaissance outside.

If he was a Guardian and received God's blood, there would be no danger unless so much was done.

Let's scrutinize the information in view of Eltovael's ability to gather information and the raw information that comes from Mizuhiko.

And to say it was the first hand that the red sheath came up with.

According to Kougak's story, most countries are barred from entering the area around the land under review.

Because it is still the case now, there will be no one to follow Agney and the others immediately, but it is also not a matter of leaving them alone because they will not come in the future.

Besides, it's troublesome to have an expeditionary army or something in search of territory.

If one country lets it out, it could be a shoot-out and have a skirmish on the land under review.

It would suck if that happened.

Let's say, for example, that the ground was broken by shells.

Naturally, it affects the flow of power.

Whether a large number of humans pour in, cut off plants, or killed animals, the battle of horns moving in large quantities on the raven is only a subject of gross hatred for the land management side.

Besides, this world even uses magic.

Magic uses magic.

Magic is "divine power," and there's no way they don't affect the circulation of power.

If a massive magic battle takes place on your own land.

I'm just relieved to think about it.

Once upon a time, monster foxes and heavenly dogs had troubles in the land of the red sheath, but it couldn't be helped by the aftermath.

So much so that I had to cancel the divine moonless clouds that I thought I would be able to do for the first time in decades.

The anger of the red sheath at that time was immeasurable, although it seemed good because no damage had been done to the creatures or the people.

For the next year, when the monster fox passed through the land, it was about to spill with a sheath, the main body.

It is now a good memory to let that fox, who sits down and apologizes, help organize the land.

Thoughts did that, but Red Sheath thought it would be a good idea to make contact with the outside world by any means now.

I could ask Eltovael to gather information, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Get the essentials.

Ertvael, who is an angel, naturally cannot participate in economic activities.

If angels were shopping normally, they would all be pulled out of the dogimo.

Agney and the others, who are needed, cannot go outside because they are being chased.

And then only about Mizuhiko is going to be able to get out.

I would be anxious to think about my actions so far, but I wouldn't be able to change my belly on my back.

Agney and the others didn't have the carpentry tools to build the house, and they didn't seem to be wearing clothes.

Even though dishes and such may suck to make, there's nothing you can do without iron for the hardware.

The salt may be produced because there is an ocean, but I need tools to make it sole.

It's synonymous with not being able to live a human life without tools if you let Meiji Daijong Showa and the red sheath who made the tumultuous times a god.

Some people may think it's extravagant, but it's very important to live a life of human dignity.

Survival techniques, for example, include eating snakes.

It uses snake meat as food and snake blood as a beverage in extreme conditions.

Even so, I'd say the premise is to have a knife.

If you don't have a knife, or else a blade, how do you expect me to eat snakes?

Red Sheath had a valuable experience of eating snakes without blades when he was doing human and caricaturing countries.

The red sheath, which had sold the knife in the previous quarters, mulled the head of the snake in tears.

Ever since then, he hasn't let go of just a knife, no matter what.

If I were to make residents of such thoughts.

I feel chilly just thinking about it.

Mizuhiko has people go shopping.

At this time, in the red sheath, this became a decision.

On second thought, Mizuhiko was born in this world, not a god or an angel.

Either it is something close to the Holy Beast or the Spirit.

What's wrong with the beast using it?

"I mean, even I want to see the fantasy world."

I just bluffed the truth out of my mind, and Red Sheath started thinking about the next thing I needed to do.

Putting Mizuhiko outside means the Guardian will be gone.

For that matter, the protection becomes thin.

But the sole wouldn't be a good idea because it's not out of danger.

Then what should we do?

I can predict to some extent that Mizuhiko will still be asked to go outside in the future.

If so, there won't be a problem with having another Guardian.

Yes, the red sheath was thinking.

In fact, even in Earth times, the red sheath was not alone in managing the land.

At its height, though, the monster was helping us with two jobs.

Now that we've gained more land than we did at the time, and there's nothing like a stream monster coming, we can have another person to help us.

Some of the earth's monsters and immortals were able to manage the land like the gods of the land.

But you can't expect a sole here.

If so, you will judge the workload beyond the peak of the Earth's era by yourself.

Something was said to Amvalence, and it would be nice to make another Guardian.

Yes, the red sheath thought.

"Come on. Well, now I don't even know what to do."

"Kamishima, what are you doing?"

The crushed voice returns an unexpected response.

The red sheath was surprised and looked around.

Then I saw one person standing with one, like a little dwarf, at the base of the little seedlings that surrounded me.

"No, you surprised me. Do you already have a spirit?"

The dwarves were willing to dwell in the trees, and what they called the Spirit.

But they usually live in trees called giant trees or big trees.

It's not like a little seedling like this.

Still, the red sheath didn't wonder anything.

Because when Eltovael introduced these seedlings, the red sheath felt the power to dwell in them.

That power was so much stronger than the red sheath when he was new to God.

Even now, the confidence that is stronger than the total amount of these three seedlings is not in the red sheath.

Of course, in terms of technology, the armament rises to the red sheath due to smashing.

"Yes! We just got Omiju, so I'm off to bed."

"Guys, you're all hungry because you're so hungry!

"I'm a better talker than everyone else! It would be amazing!

Hiragana dwarves jumping with patties.

Each one of us runs very reliable things like helping with the red sheath work and protecting the land.

In that way, the red sheath smiled unexpectedly.

"Hey. You can count on me -"

And then, this idea shook my head.

Plants usually stay in these things because they empower over time.

What the hell happens when a plant that hosts something like this grows at this stage?

"... Oh, stop thinking"

I don't think about being scared.

The red sheath interrupted the thought in a reality escape that Japan God specializes in.

I'm sure it'll be fine, though, because I didn't hook up to the possibility that a disaster would happen or something.

And I don't need an excuse for myself.

For one thing, I set the sole aside and the red sheath quickly got to work.

It is the creation of a new Guardian.

"Well, let's get you guys some help soon, shall we?"

Laughing and laughing, the red sheath reached to the ground and took a piece of dirt.

"What are you doing?

"By the way, O-o-o-o-o-o-o?

"Are you curly?

The red sheath laughs strangely at how the spirits come by the looks of wonder.

When you put the soil down to their gaze to look good, tell them to listen slowly and easily.

"I'm going to dough this, and I'm going to nuke it. Earthlings... in this world-style way, is he a golem?

"Wow! Funny!

"Good luck and I'll help you"

"Whirl - Whirl -"

Anyone would normally notice that the help of these spirits is likely to cause a hell of a golem to be completed.

But very unfortunately, the red sheath was such an asshole that he didn't notice the sole.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow. Mm-hmm!

He was eating weeds and insects as the Agcocos rang well.

Their feet are so thick that they are as resilient and watery as rubber.

This also had the effect of eliminating footsteps walking on the ground and not leaving footprints by distributing the weight.

The structure behind this foot was also close to an Ivex, a kind of earthly goat, and equally excellent for steep slope treading.

Slip-resistant, to capture the ground well.

Another and greatest feature of Agcocco is the couché.

Thick, sturdy sole chewing power was in fact enough to line up with animals of the same size in the canine family.

The fine projections grown on the inside are those with altered teeth, grass pinched with couchworms and the like use this, so that they are cut with a mushroom and eaten by cleavage.

Insects, etc. are first crushed with sturdy couches, then swallowed.

Agcoco and the others do not like to say that they chew on things because of the characteristics of their cuckoos.

Apparently, however, the mammal was originally an evolved object, and he also had the habit of "chewing with his mouth".

They first bite the food with couch.

Most things are first crushed by a sturdy couch.

At first glance it looks weak wanting to flatten out like a duck, but in fact this is formed of a very sturdy skeleton.

The keratin quality of the sole covers even more.

This is the same ingredient as a bird or other couch, but since the basement is a skeleton containing ivory and enamel, it is several times stronger.

Some of the beaks, as I mentioned earlier, have teeth that are sturdy enough to cut grass.

This makes most things softer when they enter the stomach.

However, that is only to the extent that it is softer, and the prototype often remains largely.

They send the sole, moreover, to the organ just beneath the stomach, the gizzard, and crumble it.

The gizzard has stones they swallowed beforehand, etc., and this crushes the food sent to them.

These processes allow them to digest and absorb efficiently.

Why did Agcocco and the others get the couch until they did that?

Sole is hidden in their couch because of the greatest abilities they have acquired.

The Agcocos are, so to speak, high-performance radars.

They can sense air flow, magic, temperature changes, slight vibrations of air, and a variety of objects.

Even more frightening, it was possible to sense the adult currents of animals if they were underwater to even discover organisms.

For them medium-sized organisms, it can be argued that no weapon is as comfortable as this.

"But it looks bad, right?"

Very modestly, Ertvael appreciated Agcocco.

Though I think of it as "quishy" in my mind, I don't put the sole in my mouth.

That's so nasty. That look tells a lot of stories, but she's also a girl again.

You won't have to be bad at Getestuff.

"Really? I don't think so because we're used to it. Speaking of which, the occasional merchant who comes to the village was surprised."

The answer to Eltovael's words was a span of middle-aged Agney, who was responsible for the wooden quay.

It's a quack with no metal parts, but it seems to withstand practicality enough.

The Agnies, with their wooden quacks that Span made during last night, are cultivating the ground at best.

The Agnies seem innate and clever, and they seem to be good at making tools like this.

What they are cultivating now was a corner a little further from the Agney Simplified Base by the river.

In the future, we will be able to afford to build houses and other buildings, and we will be positioned to secure water.

Large trees and rocks have all been removed by Hanako before the sun rises.

If it's Agney and the others, it'll take days of hard work, and if it's Hanako, the troll, it won't be long.

For one thing, the size of the land, which took away trees and rocks, was about three times the size of a simple base.

With that much spaciousness, he said, we could expect enough harvest to eat throughout the settlement and store a little.

Nevertheless, that is only the case with Ponkte, which is the staple food.

They say the fields still need to be expanded because other crops have to be grown as well.

Only large trees and rocks were taken away by Hanako, and weeds and stones were still there.

Several Agnies, including Span, are in the middle of removing the sole using a wooden quay.

"You can even use it in wood."

Looking at the quack with the span, Eltovael spoke out like he was impressed.

She was often a peek into people's lives, but wooden farm tools have become unusual already.

Span laughs bitterly at such Eltovael's gaze.

"They said that many of their own grandfather's generations were still made of these trees. Because it's hard to go and buy iron tools. He was still active until he learned something about blacksmithing."

"Forge, is it? Can you do a blacksmith job?

"Yes. I used to live in a human town by myself. I wore it then."

"I see. You're clever."

To the nodding Eltovael, Span puts his head on like he was frightened.

"Whatever it is, it's rural. Because we had to do everything ourselves. Sole's helping me now."

Because I had the technology, I could make tools even in the present situation.

Dark, I guess that's what you want to say.

A span that darkens your expression.

But Sole is also a matter of a few moments, and he immediately returns to smile.

"Hey, I didn't throw away these tree tools, either. You can make it fast, and you can use it enough."

As Spann put it, the wooden quay seemed to perform well enough.

Agney and the others are digging back to the ground at best, digging back stones, roots, grass, etc.

Even if it's not iron, it doesn't seem to be lacking in drilling ability for a certain amount of sharpening ahead.

The weight is also compensated by stone, so the work seems to be going well.

The health of the Agnies at heart doesn't seem to be a problem because they are magically making up for it.

By the way.

Agney and the others' fortified magic somehow had the odd characteristic of changing their appearance.

First, my hair all goes upside down.

It seems like a super vegetable person already.

Next, the shoulder width expands physically.

A small child's body becomes a reverse triangular macho.

Then, the color of the skin changes to reddish brown.

Some people change to green or blue, but there is no such thing as different abilities depending on the color.

Everything seems to change color depending on mood.

The posture also changes slightly as the appearance changes.

It turns into a crotch, and it becomes a front.

And my voice gets strangely tannic.

If this appearance is to be described in a nutshell, it is "goblin".

If you're going to put it in two words, "very goblin".

It was so goblin that the angel and self-contained Eltovael snapped "wow" unexpectedly the moment he saw it.

"But I'm surprised"

"What's wrong?

To Spann's words, Ertvael turns his body back.

"No, it's like an angel."

Span you reluctantly say.

Eltovael's appearance today was a little different than when he first met the Agnies.

An angel, she can change her appearance to a certain extent.

The type of change varies from angel to angel, and varies from human form to beast form, to any figure if you are a woman.

In the case of Eltovael, it was "free to change to whatever age you like".

To put it bluntly, you can remain a person named Eltovael at your favorite looking age.

If you lick a strange lady, you can self-help her when she's old.

When I first met Agney and the others, I was about the same looking age as them.

He looked like a girl.

But now, she seemed like a woman in her early twenties.

I wouldn't be surprised if the target was just an angel and Span was somewhat taller.

But Eltovael had a very different place.

milk.

When we first met, sure, it wasn't in its current state, Spann remembered.

Either that or we should have been in the same shape as ourselves.

For a moment I thought you were a man's angel, and you were supposed to be full of it.

That's it, now what do you think?

If it is to be a letter.

Mountains, valleys and mountains.

If it is to be phonetic.

Bourne cu Bourne.

Agney often spent his whole life in the village.

I rarely get to see a woman outside, that is, of a different race.

Span was such an agney with a rare experience.

The span preceded the present Eltovael, I thought.

What the hell is this?

You're not an elf.

Elves were also known in this world as a very beautiful and fascinating species.

Compared to that race, that means it's full of charm as a woman.

Something like this, awesome.

To the subtle look of such a span, Ertvael reviewed his appearance as "Oh".

"When you have heavy luggage, you should still be taller"

Smile at that kind of eltovael, and the span.

"I'm sure you might."

And I smiled back.

I'm not middle-aged on Dada.

As long as we concentrate, we can hide what we think.

Span is managing to fix his expression, that was then.

From a short distance, I heard a feather called judgment.

When it comes to feathers other than carge, cargo and carsicici watching Agcocco, it's carici.

The span I thought so looked back at the feathers.

And frozen.

Light black skin, dark hair, black eyes.

And because a girl with black wings was flying through the judgment and the sky.

At its feet, the figure of Mizuhiko, who was accompanying him, fitted.

Nothing was only span frozen in its appearance.

Eltovael, who stood next to him, is also unable to move with his eyes pointed.

Mizuhiko waved loudly as she noticed the spans.

"Eroban, Supan"

Mizuhiko speaking up.

But Spann and Eltovael couldn't react much to the shock.

Mizuhiko, who came straight next to him, twisted her neck wondering how those two were.

"What is it, both of you? Oh, my God, it's stuck, huh?

To the lid, Mizuhiko frowns.

Staring at Eltovael, he suddenly changed his expression.

"The day after yesterday, it's up!!

Sole was the first scream Mizuhiko had given him since he was born.

"What. You're just getting bigger."

Watching Eltovael again, Mizuhiko nods as he was convinced.

Ertovael, now slightly reddish in his cheeks at that gaze, was as much of a girl as the Agnies.

"Why are you getting so big or so tiny?

"Now it's more about clothes than that!

None of them were compelling enough to lift their eyebrow root and get angry, but Mizuhiko nodded honestly.

Mizuhiko followed Carichi because he wanted to borrow clothes from Eltovael.

Mizuhiko, who had his head troubled by the lack of khaïchi clothes that made him look like a feathered human being, then, shouldn't he borrow it from Eltovael?

And I remembered.

We thought that the same winged ones would have the right clothes for each other.

But unfortunately, Eltovael didn't have a change of clothes.

The clothes of Somosomo angels will not get dirty, and they will not change.

So, do I have to stay until I push Gin's jacket against my body all the time?

When it seemed that way, an unexpected word came out of Eltovael.

"So why don't you let Mizuhiko make it"

To the words, Mizuhiko accidentally slapped his hand.

Mizuhiko was originally a mass of water, and the clothes that Mizuhiko is wearing now are actually made by changing the water that way.

Mizuhiko immediately took off his jacket and slapped him with his hands with a bang.

As he looks at his jacket, he turns into a kimono with a hole in his back, the size that seems just right for his car.

Karichi, who was naked, finally got something to wear.

"But how about you make it for Mizuhiko all the time? We need to wear it ourselves."

Ginn roared as she looked sideways at the car-ici taking care of Agcocco and the others.

They followed Mizuhiko and joined him now.

"Sure. There are ways to make a cloth without a weaver, but you need a needle to tailor it to your clothes."

"As far as I'm concerned, you guys are a mess."

Mizuhiko says to the roaring span with Gin.

The Agnies flew out of the village dressed up, but they are starting to build their village at an alarming rate.

Speaking of handheld items, Nave has dishes in some.

And even though Gin only has one sword and one knife at a time, it is.

Does Eltovael think the same thing, nodding at Mizuhiko's words?

Gin and Spann looked at each other and laughed bitterly at how the two looked.

"Because in our own village, unlike in the city, we have done everything ourselves. With some stuff, we can do something about it."

"We also have the help of God, angels, and Mizuhiko. And crows and trolls."

Like they say, I'm pretty sure there was help.

But make a field out of wooden tools, and even build it to the bed in a day, even if it's hurry.

Besides, I even hunted with handmade tools.

It would be rare for a people so accustomed to a self-sufficient life.

"In fact, if it's any more than that, we'll have trouble without tools."

"Right. At least iron plates and hammers, to say the greed, some gold chopsticks, I hope. That way, I can reinforce the water wheel I plan to build, and I can make mushrooms."

Eltovael makes a surprise look at the conversation between the two Agneys roaring with a difficult face.

"Do you also make waterwheels?

"Yes. I plan to make it to draw water to fields and such. It's designed by Mark."

Mark is the name of a young Agnee.

I am still building a home with limited tools and talent.

As a matter of fact, is there not a better race to make it the first people?

Ertvael stares at the spans with a half-assed look on his face.

Mizuhiko stuck to Eltovael's flank like that.

"What is it?

"Hey. For instance, is it Kiyoyo? Are you kidding me?

Mizuhiko asks with a serious look.

After this, Mizuhiko danced a universe about 5 m high with an upper cut rolled out of perfect form.

The Agnies who were there then became very afraid of Eltovael.

"Thus, here!

"I'm better, shuuuuuu!

"Embed more knowledge that can be done."

"Uh, hey, hey."

Numerous dwarves surround the masses of cobblestone earth.

Each had a serious look on his face, slapping a pepper and a chunk of dirt.

It wouldn't be good for the human eye, but these dwarves are these amazing tree spirits called "world trees" and "mediators".

And while this may not be obvious to the human eye either, the masses of dirt they are beating are pouring in a tremendous amount of power right now.

The red sheath watched them like that with very warm eyes.

The red sheath was asking them to do this.

"I'm going to make a family with dirt in them, so I need you to embed magic that I don't know how to use."

It was a measure based on the failure of the red sheath, which was not bright in this world, when it made Mizuhiko.

Although he has powerful powers, Mizuhiko is never good at using them.

Or I wouldn't be able to handle it.

Because the red sheath, which has become a great book of knowledge, is not bright for the use of magic.

This time, then, I thought I'd ask what I've lived in this world to set its usage.

What you live in this world should be used much better than a lousy god.

Anyway, it's the natural world to have magic, or divine power, because we've been holding our lives together for generations.

He made a sphere of earth that would be the nucleus of the Guardian, and placed the red sheath before the spirits.

And there, he asked me to plant knowledge.

but here's something unexpected.

The little, young spirits strained greatly on the Red Sheath's favor.

And he started competing for the advantages and disadvantages of the knowledge he planted in the sphere in an attempt to show himself to be smarter and cooler Eli.

Sole had changed from knowledge to magic at times, to power itself at some point.

In short, competition has escalated things.

The power that is now gathering in a mass of soil in front of the red sheath is not far from that of Shuiyan.

However, its accuracy and amount of knowledge were at a level where the red sheath completely donned.

"I'm more of a mess!

"Oh, my God! I can't believe I did this. Uh-huh!

The spirits know or don't know how the red sheath feels, and they keep putting a lot of stuff into the sphere.

The mass of soil, which should have already received the blood of the red sheath and had just waited to awaken, is gaining strength with terrible momentum.

The red sheath slowly turned to the sky with a soft smile.

Open your mouth, looking out at the blue sky that leads out.

"Mr. Kougak, I wonder if you're going to make it"

It was a real escape.

It's a lot too late for a mass of dirt than it is receiving blood from the red sheath.

"Oh, yeah. I have to tell Mizuhiko to get ready to go outside."

A good smile, a red sheath crushing that.

Immediately after that, Mizuhiko and his senses are connected. He presses his jaw.

I whispered, "Mr. Eltovael, let's not make you angry," etc.

The spirits didn't mind that, they worked hard to focus on the earth mass.