Chapter 706

Episode 706. Now is the time to step down from the throne.

Full moon of June.

Finally, the Demon God’s army crossed the North Great Stream.

Not too long ago, Nakilhyeon, where humans lived, was crowded with monsters.

around noon.

Nakilhyeon County Office.

A demon descended in front of Medina Isaela, who was sitting on the throne.

It was Daimon, known as the strongest among the Demons under the command of the Demon God.

As soon as Daimon appeared, he knelt on one knee and bowed his head as a sign of submission.

“Drinking God.”

Medina Isaela, lost in thought, turned her gaze to Daimon.

“Tell me.”

“There was someone in Macheon who issued an order to mobilize monsters.”

“Who are you?”

“I am the Demon King’s son-in-law.”

“joy!”

Medina Issaela gave a sneer as if it were not the same.

Originally, she had no intention of waging a major war in the Saviour.

There is a reason that interest has shifted from astronomical to oral tradition, but it is also because if the war grows, it may bring about the intervention of the celestial world.

It was Demon King Cheonjama who proposed the first three invasion routes.

Compared to the expeditions that have been organized so far, the scale has increased by about twice.

The demons actively supported his proposal.

She was reluctant, but accepted the will of the demons. Because there is no reason to oppose it.

Instead, he ordered to advance only as far as Baekriha.

Heaven will not go to war for the three schools east of Baekriha.

But one day, monsters suddenly poured in from the Heavenly Mountains.

Demons and demons have intelligence and are easy to control.

The devil commanded them, so they will never cross 100 li.

The problem is the monsters.

When the food competition intensified, it was clear that the monsters would cross Baekriha.

If that happens, the heavens will also move.

Because no Elyos would stand by and watch the middle ground, Kuju, be occupied by Macheon.

Daimon carefully examined the demon’s complexion.

The demon, the ‘God of the Three Thousands’, roamed the world freely without being bound to one place.

On the other hand, Demon King Cheonjama stayed in Macheon and ruled it.

Then this four month came.

“How many monsters have passed over to the savior?”

“If you combine Ungcheonju, Yeongcheonju, and Suyakju, it is close to one million.”

“Whoops! If that’s the number, you’d have to say that the Cheonjama made up his mind, right?”

“yes?”

“It is said that the son of a thousand is trying to start a ‘Primeval War’ in Kuju.”

“ah!”

An exclamation escaped from Daimon’s mouth.

Looking at the results alone, the demon was right.

However, I couldn’t believe that the son of a thousand had gone against the will of the demon god.

It is true that the Heavenly Demon is strong, but it cannot be compared to the Demon God.

“Calling the son of a thousand and blaming him...”

“It’s done.”

Medina Isaela flatly refused Daimon’s suggestion.

It’s already happened, but it’s because it’s like revealing one’s own incompetence.

“If the ‘Primeval War’ breaks out in the Demon God Savior... Do we have a chance?”

“Okay.”

She honestly thought the Cheonjama was stupid.

There are three corps of Macheon who have entered Kuju.

It is sufficient against the clan, but not enough against the heavenly world.

It was a war that could not but be pushed back if more troops were mobilized in the heavens.

Even the son of a thousand would know that much, but I don’t know what the ulterior motive was.

***

Demon King Cheonjama was dreaming of becoming a demon god.

***

Asmodian Orobos led the demons and headed back to the heavenly realm of the blood master.

It was a sacrifice made by demons and demons, and the entire area around the heavenly station was covered in bloodstains.

A road to hell, on a different level from the human sacrifice of blood masters, was unfolding.

Most of them were the corpses of beasts, but occasionally humans could be found from where they were caught.

“Tsk tsk!”

Orobos, who clicked his tongue, drove the monsters and demons who had gathered in heaven down the mountain.

Subsequently, more than one hundred Abhals (fiends) were deployed to block the access of other demons and monsters.

After shutting off the world from the outside world, he waved to Broke (sub-species dwarves).

Brokes, who live by digging a hole in the bedrock with a single hammer, stood out.

But the Brokes did not dare touch the heavenly gate. As the Brokks hesitated, Ourobos shouted, “Use it!” and made a threatening sound.

Only then did the Brokks reluctantly begin hammering.

widely!

widely! widely! Fuck-!

The first time is difficult, but once you start, there is something called elasticity.

The sound of the hammer, which was not very good, gradually changed to a heavy sound.

bang! bang! bang! bang-!

However, the fontanelle remained intact even after more than an hour (2 hours) of hammering by Brokes.

Rather, the brokens who hammered without rest collapsed from exhaustion.

Orobos, who had been watching with a frown, broke through Broke and approached the Astronomical Gate.

‘Damn it!’

I hammered so loudly that I couldn’t see a single piece that had come off.

It’s a situation that can’t be pulled out and can’t be cut.

Brok’s leader Dberg approached Orobos, who was worried.

“As you can see, Mr. Orobos, hammering doesn’t work.”

“Didn’t you guys say you could dig a hole in the bedrock with just a hammer?”

“If it was a normal rock, it would have been shaved off by now. According to our tribe’s legend, the Astronomical Gate is protected by holy power. Normal hammering doesn’t make any sense.”

“You are protected by holy power? Don’t you feel any energy?”

“Haven’t you seen us banging until we’re exhausted? I hit a rock, but I don’t feel it touching the stone. At this rate, one hammer will save you.”

“Find a way. If you cannot dig out or cut the fontanelle, you will be sacrificed.”

Dberg’s shoulders drooped at Orobos’ threats.

Orobos, who was staring at the Astronomical Gate, snatched the hammer from Dberg’s hand.

Then, he slammed down the lower part of the fontanelle with all his might.

Quaang-!

The hammer bounced back with a loud sound.

Indeed, as Dberg said, the rock felt a strange resilience.

It doesn’t feel like a hammer hitting a rock.

Holy power or something must have protected the rock.

Ourobos, who was frowning, threw the hammer at Dberg.

“Ugh!”

Dberg, hit by the hammer, crouched down.

Ourobos, who looked down at Dberg with cold eyes, asked.

“Your tribe has a legend related to astronomy?”

“yes.”

“Tell me.”

“According to the legend, the Astronomical Gate was created by our ancestors of Broke under the command of the creator god. It is said that the Creator God consecrated the rock pillar made by our ancestors and named it Heavenly Gate.”

“Have you consecrated it?”

Consecration is the act of making something sacred by a priest or priest.

If the creator god had done it himself, as he said, it would have contained something called holy power.

“If you want to live, find a way in three days.”

After saying that, Orobos left the kingdom of heaven.

Brokes scattered around the fontanelle gathered around Deberg one by one.

Dberg looked at the Astronomical Gate and his own people alternately with gloomy eyes.

The way to break the castle is surprisingly simple.

If you make it unclean, holiness will be broken.

But should we live to the point of defile what the Creator has made holy?

The hammer slipped from Dberg’s hand and landed on the bloodstained ground.