The Returner

Episode 1. Do not spread false facts. -1 The earth was vast. The gigantic castle built on the sacred ground of Latrell, the Lord of Light, was boasting of its old, pure white walls in the middle of an endless meadow. The pilgrims who found the sanctuary walked through the wide, green plains and gratefully grasped the grace that Latrell had given them, and felt the dignity of Latrell, seeing the giant white castle standing in the middle of this wide meadow. So it was always full of joy and praise, and it was called the land of peace and grace. ...If it was usual. This land, which is now a sanctuary for the light god Latrell, was filled with unexpected colors. Soldiers dressed in white armor outside the outer wall of the white, which symbolized the latrell, were on hand. The scene in which tens of thousands of soldiers dressed in armor shining as if they were wrapped in the Holy Spirit stood in line was itself spectacular. In front of them, silver-shining plates of armor wrapped around the body of a white white horse with a single white-and-white ruffles boasted. These are the Latrell Knights that act on the will of the Light god Latrell. However, the strange point is that each one of them has always been able to exert their absolute power, so that those who spread the name of Latrell spread all over the continent and are now gathering here. Given the fact that the Knights of Latrell had never been gathered in one place for hundreds of years, it was very unusual. It was not the only thing that was strange. They are seen wearing a scarlet armor next to Latrell's army. Their armies also did not seem to be pushed against Latrell's pure white army. They were the dragon of the dragon of the sun and the recruits of the sun god. That's not all. The ocher army which means the new God of the earth. A red army that means the fire god Faro. The blue color of the water signifies the Buzzgoth. All of the twelve churches in Berap, which means the land of unity, were all here. The divine unit guarding the divine empire, and the jemawneeping group of all of the Mao empire, and then even the army of the barbarians, who were persecuted in Berap, were gathered. A scene where colorful farms filled the endless grasslands. This is the power of Berap. This was all about Berap. Absolute cooperation of mankind that has never been done in history. If I knew the meaning of this, it would be absurd. However, in the eyes of the old man who brought out this magnificent scene, he was more anxious than pride. "Everything is ready." The old man turned his head and gently nodded his head to the old man in the red gown looking at himself. At the same time, those who were watching the old man stand up at once. They will "Soon it will be ... ... " It was a light horse. However, the two elderly people who heard it hardened the complexion and nodded his head. Those who bite their lips lightly, those who draw the holy lake and rain on God, those who frown and reveal hostility. Insecure. And a feeble fear. Their eyes gathered in the elderly. Old man The first denomination of the continent, Latrell, the voice of Latrell. And Pope Dior I of the Latrell denomination, who created the unity of humanity in the past, faced one's eyes looking at himself. The popes of other denominations and the kings of each kingdom nodded heavily. The eyes of Dior I. looked away. The horizon of the meadow where the tents of the people end. Looking at the horizon, the eye of Dior I was tinged with unreasonable anxiety. "This power is gathered." The pope of Dean's Church, Verssigel's voice was shaking a little. "Human beings do not." "Speaking of course!" I heard a voice responding here and there. Dior I. inspired himself with their voices. I did everything I could. According to the trust he gave his master, he gathered all the strength of mankind in one place. The alliance between the denomination and the denomination. Conflict between countries and countries. Realistic problems clung to his ankle, but it was stretched. It was a painful and lasting process, but with unwavering devotion, Dior I was able to accomplish what seemed impossible. What is this anxiety that still does not go on? How do you explain this secret anxiety that is bubbling up in your heart? "Stand up, Your Holiness!" At that time, an urgent voice found him. "Oh, come, Your Holiness! there!" Where your fingertips point. Where the blue sky meets the green land. One spot on the horizon that was unfurled unfolded began to turn black. It was a wave and Hale rather than the 'it' that came over the earth and the sky. Watching those slowly but surely coming, Dior I was sneered. That is darkness. That is despair. That is pain. The sight of this light earth touching the grace of Latrell, into the darkness of the water, darkened the hearts of Dior I. Ah... “……What in the world...... A vast number of steel giants that seem to fill the horizon. Terrible batsmen, like Hale, coming along behind them. On their heads, the flying feathers with their various wings spread like clouds and covered the earth with black shadows. The mysterious crying and the bizarre metal sounds that occur each time steel giants move create a mysterious orchestra. Those who have eyes will see despair in their sight. Those who have ears will guess their destiny in the sight. The agitation of those with eyes and ears was a huge ripple, shaking the son - in - law. Steel giants' advancement stopped. The masquers facing human army vomit terrible tumult and come close to the steel giants. Threats are coming up as soon as they come. It was the overwhelming sight that the soul would be broken out just by looking. The Popes of the Order denominations, Verssigel shouted. "Look!" Where he pointed. From there the freaks of the monsters began to fade. In silence and silence, which seemed endless, little silence and stillness arose, and everything stopped. The scene was more terrifying than the festival of the frenzied madness. Those masques and demons who were in a bad basket all killed their breath and put their heads on the ground. silence. The world drew a static. A little bit of madness dominated this vast prairie that seemed to be able to hear heart beats as if it were a fantasy. Kee profit. And I heard a metallic sound that was breaking the stillness. Two of the steel giants slowly turned and looked across, kneeling one knee in place. Blow. Blow. A very quiet footstep is heard. I could not hear it from far away, but the sound of the footprints came to the ear of Dior I. The majors opened their way back to their feet with their heads on the floor, and the steel giants were heavily municipal and greeted their masters. A man walked slowly through the forests of the beasts, as if the Red Sea were divided. What should I say? ...Interest. The appearance of the black robe is not much different from the other. I can not imagine the face of the robber behind the hood of a deep-seated robe. However, the dark and dark end of the robe of the darkness of the abyss seemed to absorb the light, and the hands were dark and red. The colorful jewel between the robes glows brightly. In some ways, it's a typical mage dress. Nevertheless, it is because of the black arrows that revolve around his body. A black flame, like a black smoke, an ominous black aura, flickers around him, flickers, burns and disappears. Dioré I, who is a god of light, instinctively knew what it was. That is the source of evil, and the flame of hell. It should not exist in this world. Dior I. has tightened his heart. Now there is the cause of all this before him. Who brings the destruction of the world. The king of the dead. The desperation of the living. Who eats the kingdom of the living and eats the breath of those who breathe. 12 Lord of the Order. No, the enemy of the living. The twelve lecturers who protected Berap made them descend the same scream, and the kings of the 48 nations who ruled Berap were putting their hatred and checks against each other and gathering their strength. Fear and despair put all the power of the continent into one place. Dioré I shouted like a squeeze. "You, the left of destruction!" The voice of Dior I. was amplified and rang the earth. "The king of the dead, the despair of the living, the ruler of tens of thousands of millions and hundreds of millions of beasts!" As they responded to the message, the marshals who had been quietly municipalized so far, cried out with their heads at once. At the moment, Dior I felt his spine cool. Millions of corpses were blocking him, but just before the beasts' gravings were heard. "Humanity is not afraid of you. Humanity does not perish. In this land where the divine blessing is with you, your ambition will collapse, and your corps will naturally disappear into a place to return! We will not back down even if we bleed and give our lives! Our blood will be the ropes flowing on this continent, and our bodies will grow on the continents! And our souls will return to the bosom of the benevolent 12 Lord, and will take the rest of the hope! " Those who were aligned to the cry of Dior I. shouted at once. Millions of troops shouted at me. The eyes of Dior I. looked red. Yes, this is the power of mankind. 12 It is the will of the human being with the bosom of the Lord. The despair and fear that tightened his heart was dulled, and the excitement began to fill the place. "We are going to flicker here like a flame in this place, and it will go like a dog! But our firm will will put a sword of faith in your heart! Can we feel our will, the evil wizard? Do you feel our strength, Ritchie, who is even dead? " But no! Wait a minute