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It was 2000 years ago.

- Advance!

A time of continental chaos.

The battlefield continues, and the body is on the battlefield.

The dead are dead according to nature's providence, and hunting such zombies is what the Holy See does.

- What are you doing? If it's bait, do it right, slave!

And the ancient Catholic Church was literally a group of oppressors.

Corruption and madness.

They shout.

- Draw the zombies!

Avaldi is frightened.

I jumped and fell.

Looking back, hundreds of old zombies come rumbling towards you.

There's nothing that a blacksmith can do in the countryside, and now an old man who has even lost his physical strength.

Nevertheless, Avaldi has been assigned as a decoy to catch zombies through a forced punitive force.

It's because of the debt.

I want to make armor before I die. In order to accomplish that, he needed money and was eventually forced into prison.

- Mr. Avaldi!

Avaldi looks away.

In the early 20s, a young man rushed to rebuild Avaldi.

- Blend!

When Avaldi calls out the young man's name, the zombie bites Avaldi's ankle.

Blood gushed out.

- Aah!

- Damn it, damn it!

Blendmir spears and pushes the zombie away.

And as soon as he was about to leave, Blendmir and Avaldi hardened.

The paladins before your eyes.

They smile and break the big pot.

Makes the grasslands wet with oil.

A paladin throws a sack of oil at Blendmir.

Be the decoy and be cleansed with the dead.

- What the...!

- A zombie bite carries plague. We don't need slaves like you anymore.

- Wait, we have families. My sister is also in my house...

- Don't worry, we'll keep your sister safe.

The paladins hurl torches with a sly smile.

Blendmir hurriedly pushed Avaldi away.

The flames spread.

Blendmir was caught in the fire.

I tried my best to put out the fire with my bare hands, but it spread to my body.

The zombies attack them like that.

- You bastards!

Avaldi sighs.

Zombies bite.

Avaldi rolls her eyes in extreme pain.

Blendmir was bitten by a zombie and burned.

He raises his spear and shouts at the paladins who mock him.

- I'll curse you. I'll kill you. I'm going to...!

- Curse us, we have Gaia's blessings. Haha!

The paladins retreat.

Screaming.

A nearby town.

A village of Blendmir and Avaldi.

And soon after, silence came.

It rained from the sky.

Blendmir died in the black, and Avaldi was also killed in the bleed.

Over time, the two were resurrected as dead.

You take a step without a self and arrive at your burned village.

The villagers were all dead.

The paladins were just pillaging zombie hunting.

The men died as toys, and the women were scattered to the corpses in indescribable shame.

Blendmir, who became a zombie, tilts his head.

The house burned down, and his sister burned to death.

Blendmir walked by feeling nothing, seeing his sister like that.

Avaldi is at her forge.

I tilted my head.

Suddenly, he had a hammer and tweezers for metallurgy.

-...

The two dead people roamed the continent without a care.

I went instinctively toward the magical place, and whenever I met someone, I raided and ate human flesh.

They gradually evolved and became protesters.

As Blendmir became a vampire, Blendmir recalled his old memories.

And I cried and I was angry.

Blendmir swore an oath before Avaldi.

- Destroy the Great Depression, make our own hometown.

That was Blendmir's wish.

But Avaldi was different.

He continued to want to work as a blacksmith, and he also wanted to know how strong it was.

Blendmir was a good partner in fulfilling the wishes of the Avaldi.

Blendmir secretly empowered the Holy Father.

He waged a war with the Holy See.

You invaded the Holy See and burned their villages and territories and plundered them.

But I was hunted every time.

Vampires stick to their stakes, their heads are pulled out, and they die.

The Patriarchs, they were so strong.

- There's a guy named Amon. Make Armor for him.

Avaldi, who had been making spears of blood for a long time, listened to Blendmir.

Blendmir has decided to recruit Aslan's commanders for revenge.

Through what is said to be the most powerful commander of all time, we decided to fight the Great Depression.

That was the birth of the Lord Commander.

Amon was powerful.

There was no stopping him.

In fact, even Blendmir, who was called the Vampire King at the time, could not cope.

I was very satisfied as Avaldi.

He proved his armor was the best.

But I lost.

Celt Olfalls of the Apocalypse.

He pulls out the Commander King's skull and breaks his body.

The harem of the Great Depression.

It was humiliating.

Avaldi felt defeated.

For thousands of years, I thought no one could defeat me, but I overcame my weapon.

That's why Celt wanted Blendmir to win him.

The Spear of Blood that you gave him could have killed Celt.

You will be able to prove your armor is the best.

But I lost.

And he no longer tried to fight with his spear.

- What are you trying to do, my king?

The Vampire King was in the icebergs.

- Wake the Jotuns. We'll use them to attack the Apocalypse.

The Vampire King has no intention of raising an army of blood to strengthen its power.

As he had already lost the war, he had to quickly prepare to gain strength, but the Vampire King began to rely on the power he could not even afford.

- Surrendering Giants will give you the strength to defeat the Great Depression.

This can't be happening.

Will you not test your masterpiece?

What have you believed in and followed him so far?

Revenge of the Celestial City? Of course there is.

But there is only one hope for Avaldi.

The best weapon, the best craftsman.

Prove that no one can surpass themselves in history.

That was the only will Avadi had to live with.

“... the Grand Duke? Grand Duke?”

Avaldi, sitting in the corner of the hut meditating, frowns with her eyes wide open.

“Cheers!"

Dwarves gather and bump into each other in narrow huts.

“Hahaha!”

I hate the sound of laughter.

In a quiet hut, uninvited people are eating meat that has been hunted.

Dwarves.

Their flesh is tough and their blood is tasteless as if they were drinking rotten water.

They are the lowest and worst of the livestock.

They haven't moved on for days.

‘Kill him.’

When I really thought about it, I looked at the things they brought.

I see an anvil and a hammer.

I don't ask for any dirt. Tools made with care.

‘... better than livestock. ’

Avaldi feels slowly relieved.

Their metallurgical technique was art, after all.

“How are you? Did you feel better when you sighed? Join us for a drink! ”

Bellogue brings out the liquor.

Then Bellogue smiled and said.

“Then let's have a drink and get to work. Let's make the ultimate armor together! ”

The bellogue points to the corners with a red face, smooth armor wrapped in cloth.

Legendary armor.

The jewels of the Great Depression and the relics of Amon.

The objects belonged to the ancient Dwarf ancestors and the relics of Amon were forged by them.

He was ultimately defeated by the ancestors of Bellogue.

When in such a state of confusion, Avaldi looks at Amon's artifact and his muscles twitch.

‘... Ridiculous. ’

Your armor has the power to amplify your magic.

But there is a strange feeling of sexual strength.

It has been in the hands of the Holy King for a long time, and the energy has deteriorated.

Like the Warhammer Celts have.

Even if I gave it to the Vampire King, it couldn't be used.

No, you won't be able to use your stuff anymore.

If Jotun's Seal is broken completely, his belongings will be useless against the Vampires.

Even the Vampire King who was qualified to use his weapon is now helplessly relying on Jotun.

The Vampire King no longer deserves his weapon.

Avaldi looks at Amon's artifacts and thinks:

Destroy it?

“Things that can't be used are worthless.

“What?"

Bellogue tilts his head.

Avaldi looks at the bear with a clasp.

But do we really need to destroy it?

That's his masterpiece.

It is said to have been corrupted by sexual power, but its power is absolute.

It is foolish to destroy things you have made with all your heart.

The blacksmith is the creator of things, not the destroyer.

“What do you think? Duke, let's make it. We can help you. If you can't do it alone, you can do it with us. ”

Avaldi stares at the bellogue.

It's the same taunt.

Avaldi sighs with a small sigh.

“I have no intention of doing anything. ”

“Erai, you little old man, does an old friend ask you to do this? Huh? Oh my, yes, these are very precious hands. ”

Bellogue kicks his tongue to make sure he's drunk and collides with the dwarves.

Bellogue mutters, staring at Avaldi.

“I won't give up, I'll wait for you to move. ”

"..."

Avaldi is silent.

I just feel empty.

He was just waiting for the day when his weapon would be ready.

* *

The Labyrinth of Taidalus.

Celt stares up at the sky in a wide clearance.

The ceiling of the sky is covered with water, and the river flows as if ignoring gravity.

There, a large, dark creature swims away.

As he looked at it, his eyes gradually lost focus.

In his vision, he saw another world, not the maze of Taidalus.

I can see the sky. White sky.

A place filled with light.

A world where only a purified soul, known only in theology, can go.

Celestial system.

It was the world of the gods.

The sound of light wind ringing in my ears.

The refreshing smell of grass that tickles my nose.

Do they even exist in the heavenly world?

‘It's time. ’

It is an undeniable fate.

Now he will die.

It was time for Celtic to reach for the sky.

Someone gently wrapped his hand around it.

Celt looks down, startled.

“Are you leaving? ”

Queen Rox approaches at your side and smiles bitterly.

You hold his hand tightly, as if you were trying to stop him from leaving.

Celt grabs Rox by the hand.

Wrinkled hands touched the skin.

“It's time. As a rule, I must answer the call of the gods. ”

“You're leaving my side again. ”

Celt had a short and deep relationship with Queen Rox.

I met her in the forest of Magic and also traveled with her.

We competed, laughed, chatted, and spent time together.

Meanwhile, we formed a deep kite with each other.

Over the years, they became distant from each other.

Each of us had a place to be, so we had to leave.

Dozens of years.

Celt realizes.

That you are now at the end of your life.

I enjoyed it.

I went on adventures and trips, and also met this old lover.

It was a life without regret, and it was a happy day.

Celt smiles softly against Rox's forehead.

“I'm just leaving like I used to. That's why we're meeting and saying goodbye. Fate is irresistible. ”

Queen Rox closed her eyes in a heartbeat.

The dew settles in her eyes.

Celt's eyes widen.

My vision was white.

The sad face of Rox fades, leaving only a white glow.

Only the sound of Rox's little breath is heard, and only the feeling of his body remains.

“Good.”

Celt hugs Rox's body with only her senses.

Yawin's body.

She wrinkled as she got older, but for Celt, Rox was the most beautiful woman of all.

"Every time I'm in your warm, warm arms, I think about it."

Celt's eyes gradually begin to close, and her strength fades out.

“I wonder if this is heaven. Sleeping sucks, if I sleep in your arms."

Celt's body collapses.

Rox supports his body.

“A map... to... a place like... heaven..."

The horse is cut off. At the same time, even the slightest breath fades.

Queen Rox's eyes widened.

Tears poured down between the trembling eyes.

“Bad man. ”

Rox hugs Celtic's body even more.

“He's a really bad guy. ”

You reach out your hand and smile at Celt's face.

“If it's fate.... ”

Rox lays Celts on the grasslands.

She wipes out Celtic's face.

Mana flows from Rox's body.

“We're just together. I will no longer leave you alone. Me too, Celt, by your side..."

You bury your face in Celtic's chest.

“Always together... ”

She closes her eyes slowly.

Cardinal Raphael looked up at the sky.

The night has come at the Labyrinth of Taidalus.

Celt took the time to hear that she wanted to be alone with Rox.

But it takes too long.

As Lafael, assistant to Celt, I had no choice but to worry.

Raphael crosses the forest and reaches the void.

He stares forward, stiffened.

On the green meadow, two lovers lay hands on each other.

With a happy smile, facing each other on the forehead.

I fell into eternal sleep.

* *

Alan, who was cleaning up the paperwork in the Oval Office, looked up in astonishment.

Strangely empty senses dominated my mind.

“Your Majesty? ”

Along the way, Charlotte talks, and Alan looks at her.

“Why do you do it? ”

Charlotte tilts her head, and Alan is stunned for a while.

“No, it's just... ”

Alan gets up from his chair.

I left the balcony connected to the Oval Office and looked up at the sky.

While gazing at the moonlight, Alan's eyes widen.

I instinctively retrieved Queen Rox's letter from the item window.

The seal of the letter was opened on fire.

It means Queen Rox's magic has been undone.

That means.

“Charlotte.”

“Yes."

Alan opens the letter.

I checked the contents.

A favor Queen Rox did for Allen.

“White Falls, the Crown Prince, come find him. ”

It was time to listen to it.