The God has moved to another world.

"Best of all, it's from the land reviewed, it's the red sheath of the land god"

It was this kind of song that the red sheath began to sing about.

What's going on.

Stupid. I don't get it.

Like you said that day.

I'm not smart.

It's supposed to be in front of you.

I don't understand.

What the hell is going on?

What kind of structure

( rust)

What the hell is a milk bag?

Bag, what's going on?

It's supposed to be in front of the milk bag.

I don't understand the structure.

Breast Bag Strange 3D

Why are you so excited about the milk bags?

What's in the milk bag?

I can't keep up anymore.

They're normal clothes when they're in bed.

Normal clothes even on hangers.

I don't even see how it's oddly plump.

Even though it's extremely common clothing.

Even though they use strange fibers.

It doesn't even have a special structure.

But when you wear it, in an instant.

That's what's gonna happen.

(rust)

Bag! Bag! Bag! Bag!

breast bag 3D cutting

Bag. Bag. Then I can't explain it.

Overwhelming presence and discomfort

( rust)

I can't hang in there anymore.

If this happens, it's a total war.

I'm gonna wipe you off this planet.

I'm not leaving you a single one.

Breast Bag Breast Bag From One End

Bag. Bag. Whatever you do.

I'll make sure you take the breast bag.

I'm not lost anymore.

The lyrical composition was an unbalance of the Sun God.

He made it when he was sipping alcohol on a land that had been reviewed as usual, and he sang about it in heavy low taste.

Should it be called the Boulder Supreme God?

The taste of its composition and its good singing were just as wonderful as God had to be.

It just seems very unfortunate that your lyrical talent was deceased.

It's also suspicious if it existed.

Well, if it was talented in a different way, it would have been abundant.

A song is something that strikes me as cool or touching.

Conversely, if the content is too incomprehensible, this can be another strongly impressive one.

For example, it could be said that the red sheath is singing right now, a song with content that I just think holds some grudge against the milk bag, etc.

Why is the red sheath singing such a strange song?

That was because I wanted to smash the reality in front of me with something intense.

That's right.

It is the usual escape from reality.

It was a few days ago.

The spirits of the trees brought us a consultation in the red sheath.

They are all getting older in appearance, and the way they think about words and things is getting much firmer.

The red sheath twisted its neck about something, as they all came with a uniformly serious look.

"So, what's wrong?

"You know, I could make a home for the spirits!

"It's cute to let you fly there all the time - so I want to make you a home!

"Uh. I see. That might be a good idea."

Fine, the red sheath looked around.

The trees are totally getting bigger because of the good land improvement on the red sheath.

In size, it's a 10m grade.

It already looks like it's made into a perfectly fine tree, but let Eltovael tell me it's still small.

Ultimately it will be a 100m grade tree, but the red sheath decided not to ask for it for now.

Plants that seem to be some sort of legend or something like that are obviously more of a god on Earth than a red sheath.

The circumstance of being surrounded by something so high was very bad for the red sheath, which is the Xiaojin people.

Well, that's a raven and a horn.

Around the trees were spirits flying around, presiding over various attributes.

Flaming spirits that looked like big men shaped in red plasma or water spirits that looked like dragons in Japan and China.

Spirit of the earth with the appearance of a giant rocky face rising on the ground in the wind spirits of the figure of a woman wrapped around a thin coat.

Besides that, there are countless other spirits flying around.

What we can all say in common is that all of this is a completely superior god than the red sheath, if we put it on Earth.

Now that the spirits in the area are in sight, the situation was putting tremendous stress on the red sheath.

The trees and spirits revered the red sheath and literally believed, but it was still causing more damage to the red sheath's stomach.

The red sheath is a well-trained trinket.

Red Sheath was appreciating herself about to be defeated by monsters in games and other tutorials.

But what about around?

It is just a regular monster in the back dungeon that decouples the Boss Class Monster.

Falsely lost in the back dungeon, slime revered for some reason.

It can't be comfortable.

I want to go back to the abandoned village now.

It should have suited me thousands of times better to go back to the abandoned shrine and talk to mushrooms growing in the corner and wait for them to be completely forgotten and extinguished.

From such thoughts swirling with Guru and the attack in front of him, the red sheath slowly took his gaze off.

This is the skill "reality escape" acquired by the Red Sheath.

I wouldn't be scared if I didn't see any reality.

The red sheath that has now reached this frontier was equal to enlightenment.

Well, I was a god before the enlightenment.

"Yeah, I think it's good. It's amazing in my sense of mental stability."

If we could, I'm sure the spirits would be among them.

That would at least improve the situation where the Spirit comes into view one by one.

"Wow! Yay!

"But how big of a home can I make it?

"Of Master Red Sheath's work, we need to stay out of the way!

"Ah. That's right."

Here finally, the Red Sheath understood the intention of the trees to have examined the architecture of the house on the Red Sheath.

Building a large building can be inhibited by it and slow down the flow of power.

The spirits cared about it.

I'm glad you cared about your work, and the red sheath makes me smile unexpectedly.

It's basically an easy body to be happy with.

"Well, if we're going to make some kind of address, it's near here, right? Then you don't have to worry too much about that. It will be easy to adjust because it will be built straight up."

To the spirits, the red sheath responded with a light feeling.

In fact, if you have that right in front of you, it doesn't take much effort to adjust.

Besides, I thought the spirits would have more damage in sight than fatigue coming from such labor.

"Wow! I knew Master Red Sheath was awesome!

"Let the spirits quickly make their place. Hey!

That's how the red sheath smiled off the backs of the running tree spirits.

That was what happened a few days ago.

The red sheath slides horizontally through the sight, in such a way as to fear.

Grass is also beginning to grow in places that were originally wasteland, becoming like meadows.

It's a real pleasure.

As I slide further, something strange comes into my eyes.

It wasn't supposed to be there until a few days ago, and it's made of something like a waterfront.

Keep your gaze moving and you'll soon see what that is.

It's a lake.

It's not uninterrupted and big, but it's not small.

Speaking of size, it would be about the size of a little smaller dam lake.

It suddenly appeared on the land. That, naturally, did not manifest itself in natural phenomena.

This is where they live, made by the spirits.

It's a lake, so when it comes to water spirits alone, it's not.

The temperature difference between the water and the atmosphere creates wind, and the lake sometimes has a fire running over it, and the lake itself is made to penetrate the earth.

The lake surface shines with a reflection of light, and the bottom of the lake is surrounded by pitch-black darkness.

Yes, it was the home of all the spirits, where all the spirits could live.

However, because of the large number of powerful spirits known as superior spirits inhabited, there were many things different from ordinary lakes.

For example, a few m masses of multiple types of gems, made by the spirits of the earth to make them habitable, drift over the lake with the power of the spirits of the wind?

Are water spirits, wind spirits, and fire spirits playing, or do you think fire columns and water columns are rising everywhere?

Do you think that the columns of light stand from time to time over the sky, or vice versa, something like a hole that suddenly absorbs the light around you?

I was in a lot of terrible situations.

Such a lake, the red sheath stared with a blurry, soulful look.

Eltovael, sitting beside him, sounds worried about the red sheath.

"What's wrong?

"No. Um. I don't know. Is this a good situation?

That's how the red sheath points, naturally, to the lake.

Ertvael glanced over the lake once again, returning his gaze to the red sheath.

"Yeah. Well."

Spirit was basically unfriendly with other attribute spirits.

However, if there is a superior god nearby, etc., it was sometimes friendly and amazing whether it was from its effects.

For example, a similar lake exists in the "mountains", home to the Sharsherish religion where Kougak lived.

It is also the place where the Spirits are supposedly evidence that they lived amicably and with their hands under the glory of Charles Sherris, the goddess of the forest, also known as the God of Mercy.

Unfortunately, the spirits of the land reviewed here were united by Eltovael's fists and fears.

"Ah, yes. Really?"

"Are you okay, Master Red Sheath? You seem kind of pale though. Besides, this is my sixteenth question today, right?

"Oh, no, I'm fine. I'm so fine. Yes. Something like this, about the time we get out of parachute on a plane."

"I don't think that's okay..."

Laughing and deluding Eltovael, who looks worried, the red sheath turns away from the lake with a sigh.

"Well. Let's get to work..."

When the red sheath escaped reality again, it returned to its task of preparing the flow of power.

The bump and the singing is an earlier, poorly understood song composed by Amvalence.

They're trying to distract me somehow.

However, its appearance of continuing to work in tandem with the "milk bag milk bag" appeared to be mildly mentally ill.

I watched such a red sheath with a pulled face that Eltovael seemed so worried about, but there wouldn't be anything to blame for "disrespecting God" first.

The settlement of Agney and the others had changed a lot thanks to the supplies Mizuhiko had obtained.

The ground is beaten and consolidated, and lots of houses are built.

Agney and the others live in a unique shape and are basically all high-floor.

It is a house designed to stand with sticks on the four corners of the box, making it difficult for large beasts and others to penetrate.

It also has the downside that it's hard to get into the house instead, but it seems well worth it.

Also, there are Agney, who has a weak ankle, but it seemed to be less of a handicap because his buddy Agney helps him get in and out of the house for that kind of thing.

Originally Agney is a creature with a terribly strong spirit of help.

It is said that it stems from their survival strategy, which leaves the name of the weakest humanoid organism wanting to remain weaker than the average adult male goblin.

Instead of fighting their enemies, they are creatures that have survived a thorough escape and hiding.

Run if you think it's dangerous, run if you think it's weird, run if you think it's unnatural, run if you're hungry, run for now even if there's nothing else.

They were specialized in thorough escape, but when they fled to scatter, they could not leave their offspring behind.

As a result, more descendants tried to help their people and escape with them.

They tend to feel relieved to be in high places or in narrow places where they can hide themselves.

It is convenient to escape and hide, and it can be said that the deformed high-floor dwelling, where the enemy's proximity can be known as soon as possible, was such a good dwelling for them.

By the way, speaking of how tall the floor was, the pillars supporting the house were just over twice the average height of the Agnies, roughly 3m.

Although Agney and the others seem to have a hard time standing in their size, Hanako and other trolls appear there.

If they possess their powers, they are before breakfast, such as putting up pillars.

It wasn't just Agney's house that was being built.

In a high-floor Agcocco hut, just like Agney and the others' dwellings, the high-floor crows' huts, after all.

And it's a high-floor troll hut.

The crow is a bird, so the raven is also a horn, and there is not much advantage in making the troll cabin high-floor.

In the first place, Troll is an organism that lives on earth.

I'm not good at climbing trees, and there are few creatures that attack trolls, so I don't really need to live in a high-floor cabin.

It's hard and laborious for a troll to make something as big as he can live, but it doesn't make much sense.

It is inherently a bungalow or a cabin of trolls enough to just roof on the ground, but preconceptions are truly appalling.

The cabins of the trolls, raised by Agney under the strange idea of cabins = high floor style high floor style = cabins, were also high floor style for some reason.

I was used to sleeping in a high-floor cabin even though it obviously seemed inconvenient to even troll because I was raised by those Agnies.

I don't care how you look at it, it seems to be narrow or falling, but when you say accustomed, it seems to be something horrible beyond humanity's expectations.

In addition to the building, various things were made.

In a baked goods shed, a square for a meeting.

A cooking area for cooking and a water area for cooking.

The water field was bringing water from a water field in the distance using a water wheel.

It's relatively easy to make, as long as you have a troll of pride of power and a craftsman with clever hands.

It would also be great to be able to make furnaces, which could be made of iron and so on.

It's surprisingly convenient to be able to make metal vessels of our choice.

For example, hella used for clay finishing.

Agney and the others are clever and good at processing baked goods, but these things still need special shaped tools.

I can substitute it with commercially available products, but the best thing would still be to make a little something.

Since there is also the production of ceramic bullets and shells requested by Tuhiko, even more precise work is required.

Sohiko will be satisfied with even some things, but it's still the craftsmen there who want to make something better.

When hellas and apparatus for clay are aligned, not only will the quality be improved, but the work efficiency will certainly be increased.

It is exclusively the work of the old men to make baked goods, but for the first time in a job that does not make them feel any age, the line manufacturer also manufactured baked goods bullets at a surprising rate.

The baked goods hut is just on the ground, but the hut where the clay is processed was still high-floor.

It seems terribly hard to get up and down and carry luggage, but those are clever agnies there.

It was resolved by installing a manual lift.

As you may wonder, is it something that can be used by the old Agneys that need such power, but Agneys are basically immortal.

Being alive for a long time increases the number of scars and defects on the body.

Nevertheless, muscle strength and the like remain almost unchanged.

The magical proficiency of becoming a Ningro Goblin face is increased, and the power itself is sometimes even up.

Agney has better arm strength, so a manual lift is convenient but not inconvenient.

Now, with the creation of the water wheel, new equipment had also been built in the field.

The water wheel sprinkles up water, it's a sprinkler windmill.

Vertical, it has a rather sophisticated shape.

Naturally, it wasn't designed by Agney and the others.

Originally conveyed by some Goblin tribe, it is relatively easy to make and performs well.

When the windmill turned, it was built to fly water all over the place. That's very convenient because it saves you the trouble of doing the water.

The area of the field cut open by Agney and the others is not something that would otherwise require a lot of equipment.

But thanks to the red sheath, or because.

Because of the unusually fast growth rate of plants, we can't keep up with the watering.

Cabbage, radishes, carrots, etc. can be harvested in about three days, or fruit trees can be harvested in about a week.

Plants are growing with horrible momentum in their horns.

Needless to say, this can be because the red sheath is focusing on the field.

It's a little more than the rest of the land, and it's pulling a stream of power into the field.

If it were Earth, it would have been to such an extent that it would have had a slight effect such as being less likely to catch diseases and pests, but this is the other world, "Sea Plains and Middle Plains".

The weights occupied by the flow of power are so great that they are in such a blitzed state.

By the way, the red sheath was unaware of this situation.

I was too busy managing the lake in front of me and the entire land.

At first they were the Agnies who were happy to harvest, but the first to scream was the hips of the Agricultural Squad Agnies.

Large quantities of vegetables and ponctés shall be transported daily, and weeds and other treatments shall also be carried out.

Particularly difficult was the watering.

Plants grow and consume large quantities of water.

If you let it go, the fields will quickly become obvious.

It was Agney and the others in charge of agriculture who were carrying water hard, but the first down was Agney's span in the middle ages.

Because he was desperate to carry too much water, he drove his back.

It's commonly said that he's a tight-hearted guy.

Although he managed to recover from his wife's dedicated care, it was clear that if he didn't do something, he would get more injured.

By the way, I don't care, Spann's wife was a two-year-old, four-year-old young wife in human terms.

It's been a long time since my wife and I were able to flirt, and Span said it didn't seem like a lot.

Well, that's a raven and a horn.

Around the settlement, fences were also built to surround it.

Even when it comes to fencing, it's not as splendid.

Precisely about the height of Agney and his hips, it doesn't look useful as a defense.

In fact, this fence had little defensive function and was not expected.

Anyway, Agney and the others are creatures that run away when they have time to defend themselves.

The fence is not meant to be protected, it is only meant to make a separation: "Mostly where we live from here".

There was just one thing very useful about such a fence.

I'm just fine to sit down.

At lunch, Agney and the others who sit on the fence for dinner are often seen.

It was a sight that made me think about the existential meaning of something called a fence.

As you have noticed so far, the appearance of Agney's settlement is very unique.

The fence surrounding you is strangely poor compared to a flabby high-floor dwelling if you do.

I wonder if I have the skills to build buildings, even buildings the size of which Troll has no difficulty living in.

It's also, for some reason, high-floor.

From the outside, it would be a really strange sight.

But this strangely sloppy, unstable place is where Agney and the others rest most peacefully.

With a place to calm down, Agney and the others were on their way to stability.

Food, the biggest problem in life, is stored so much that there are too many accidental mistakes in the red sheath.

Basically, the working and serious Agnies had the habit of hoarding food.

It is quite inconsistent to save it for you to escape immediately, but I would like you to understand that because you are already Agney there.

Where life had stabilized, Agney and the others were finally beginning to think about solving the problems they were sending ahead for the moment.

Yes, the construction of the shrine on the red sheath.

That the alcohol I was making for the red sheath was also nearing completion and that my life had stabilized.

And now that we have all the carpentry tools, such as noodles, the story has come up.

Major Agnies gathered at the elders' house and an emergency meeting was launched.

Let's get started, shall we?

Where they all gathered, the elders spoke heavily.

What he was wearing was a bloomer.

That's right.

Um, it's a gymnastics bloomer.

It is also maniac red.

Even though it was a maniacal outfit, he was choosing even more rare colors in it.

The elders dressed like this for a reason.

This is what one child, Agney, said to the adult Agneys, who went into the behavior of wearing alternating clothes for the time being when Mizuhiko was wondering if they were women or men.

"The one I made said I'd be happier to have him come and like it!

The person who made it should be happier to really like the clothes.

It was a word of that meaning.

Agney and the others, who heard it, were struck as if they had been directly struck by lightning.

That's right.

Whoever made it must be happy to like it.

Why didn't you notice such a basic thing?

Agney and the others deeply regretted it.

And we chose our favorite clothes and started wearing them.

The result is that the elder is a bloomer.

In fact, Bloomer is an article originally made with an emphasis on ease of movement, so it would be in a sense the best choice for a well-moving elder to wear.

Ignore gender and common sense on Earth, then.

By the way, middle-aged Agney's span was wearing sailor clothes.

It is not the sailor's outfit, but the kind of skirt a female student wears.

Anything, when it comes to harvesting, it's very easy to use a skirt.

Well, the skirt doesn't even have that use.

Again, if you don't even care about common sense, isn't it a good choice?

The young leader Mark beside him was wearing a smock.

That kindergarten kid is wearing, he's a blue colored guy.

He tended to prefer clothes that didn't matter if they were dirty, with large pockets to keep nails, etc. in relation to making various things.

The result was a bag of smocks, shorts and yellow shoulders.

Is this also not a convincing choice if we do not even disturb common sense?

The other Agnies were similar, and the assembly hall at the Elder's house was in pretty good looking condition.

But everyone's expression is uniformly serious.

I'm going to talk to you about making a place for God to live from here, so I guess there's no choice.

However, it was a fairly striking sight for certain layers of people with certain knowledge.

"I am asking you to come to Eltovael specially for a reference opinion today!!

To the words of the elders, Agney and the others turned.

"If we're going to build a company of God, we need to talk about angels."

"Elder Boulder, you've been thinking a lot."

"Connections -"

"I have to ask a lot of questions properly!

"So, Master Eltovael, please come here"

Together with the elders who turned to the door, Agney's gaze turned to you simultaneously.

What was there was the look of Eltovael leaning against the door.

He nodded holding his stomach with both hands as he shuddered his whole body into small pieces.

The figure was something that led to Earthhiko not long ago.

Before the puffy shivering Eltovael, the Agnies were stiff without knowing what to do.

That would have been the right choice.

Eltovael must have taken further damage if it had approached him inadvertently.

Only the village chief shrugged amidst Agney and the others watching Eltovael.

"Is Eltovael also a disease of the gut system..."

It was a perception that there was no mistake in some ways.