The vast land of Gappulos is home to thousands of creatures. Here, the Terrans are not the masters of the world, but only one of the thousands of races that prostrate at the feet of the gods. And at some special times, the Terrans may not even be able to control their own destiny.

Ten Thousand Mountains.

No one knows who came up with the name, just as no one knows why hundreds of races of people of all sizes speak the same language. When the people were confused about these questions, the priests and priests began to show their powers, attributing all the causes to the gods high up on the holy mountain.

It seems that each race has its own unique legend about where these proud gods came from. But no matter what they say, it is clear that no god will stand up and refute them.

"Impossibile firmiter dissentio!" (impossible, I strongly disagree!)

At the meeting of the gods, the god of light roared angrily.

“Qui facit voluntas in manu Hieremiae de qua n. Nihilominus, haec res habet, nihil ad me attinet. (Whoever makes the prophecy will be dealt with, and the matter has nothing to do with this seat anyway.) The Grim Reaper also made a statement.

“Iocus, et fecit ex tumido geminos in initio prophetiae. Et divulgatum est verbum sicut et sis reus me in finem?“ (Joke, you made the prophecy of this twin son at the beginning, I just passed on a word, and in the end I will be responsible?) The god of war sneered, "Et si recte memini, et hie omnium vestrum consensu ad tempus, non te?" Tu nunc vis culpam mei? (And if I'm not mistaken, everyone here was acquiescing, right? Now you want to put the blame on me?)

“Bene, vos guys sumus in hoc non habeat aliquem effectum belli fuerit. Quare si nec cogitare de quam ad agam Rubrum imperatorem. Non tamen ille videtur tractare reverentia, postquam regnandi nobis in continenti iunctae descendit.“ (Okay guys, we can't do anything to quarrel here, so let's think about how to deal with that Red Emperor.) I don't think he'll be reverent to us after he rules the continent. The god of the forest tried to stop this senseless noise.

“Quando hie cogitatis inter vos?“ (When did you have a place to talk about this topic?) Death sneered.

“Quid dicis?“ (What did you say?) The god of the forest was furious.

«Omne quod iustum est, non locum nativitatis tuae nunc querellas, duabus tribulationis ipsum postea in conventu non contendet deorum.“ (Okay, okay, the grievances and troubles of the two of you will be dealt with by yourself later, don't quarrel at the meeting of the gods.) The god of fire can't stand it anymore, 'In principio, non modo relictum Wanren Mountain nam paucis diebus et in tam magno est. Quod genus prophetiae ex deos? Ubi habes fiduciam legere ultima verba de patre deorum ad voluntatem? Deus non tibi videatur victoria stetit ad vesperam iuxta fontem sapientiæ sed citius arescit et citius. satin habes? (When I was only away from Wanren Mountain for a few days, you made such a big deal, what Ragnarok and what twins, where did you get the confidence to interpret the prophecy of the goddess of fate at will?)

"Est melius facere quam cogitare de illis quae hic Disputatio frigus verba: Non dico quod sicut Crepusculum Deorum nihil habet facere te". Thor glanced at him.

“Repetere unum tantum punctum. Cedendum est qui resistunt veritati firmiter humilem alta formicae petunt. Non possum ferre calcabitur a formicis ubi habitas? (I will repeat only one point, I am categorically against surrendering to that lowly group of ants, I can't bear to be trampled by ants where I have lived!) The god of light tightened his face.

'Quid hie contra usum tuum numquid non ascendit efficax solutio? Quid, quod tu cogitas te vigilate rubrum imperator sit hic et duc exercitum in montem sacrum? (What's the use of your opposition here, can you come up with an effective solution, what, are you going to sit here and watch the Red Emperor lead his army to kill the Holy Mountain?) The Night Goddess was a little impatient.

“Tu es beata et formicis?“ (Are you scaring me with ants?)

“Non modicum lumen est formicae. Non inepte poni diu post iudicium verum immortale indica mihi quid pugnare verbis Accipe?"((Don't take a bite of an ant, you don't have to be worshipped for a long time, your brain is stupid, right?, the real immortal body, please tell me what to fight him?, take your empty words?)) The god of war interrupted him impatiently.

“... quod corpus non est exclusive ad immortalem, coccino, imperator. Non vult tamen mors a card in manu ejus?“ （…… The immortal body is not exclusive to the Red Emperor, and doesn't the god of death still have a card in his hand?) The goddess of the night suddenly thought of something.

"Ineptias si mentiri me haedus bonus multum refert quid tibi placent cogitemus, si vos sociam nobis stultus ne contemnatis aliis bene?" Don't take everyone else for fools, okay?) Death unceremoniously dismissed the idea.

“O ... occisus est Omitalos decies centena millia dimidium abhinc annis: et cogitavi ut nobis hodie, et omnis causa et effectus, causa et effectus sunt omnes ..."Alas...... When we killed Omitarus 500,000 years ago, we should have thought that there is today, and it is all cause and effect, and it is all cause and effect...... An old priesthood said slowly, but no one paid any attention to him.

"Tantum occidere possunt inter se, ut sit tandem ad finem di ..."(Only if they can kill each other, they will end up at the end of the gods...... The god of fire repeated the prophecy, 'Non aliud est significatio continet damnationem?' Et quis praeter se interficere illos se includit cogitatione facit illud? (Does this sentence have another meaning? In addition to each other, can they theoretically also include themselves?)

“Heus, heus Vulcano, non exspectare ad Rubrum committere Imperatore mortem?“ (Hey, hey, Hey, Vulcan, you don't expect the Red Emperor to kill himself, do you?) Death sneered.

'Ne obliviscatur quare rubrum est inventus imperator qui sceptrum secretum. Quod si non possumus facere bene, erit dubium est committere ut mortem. Ne obliviscaris, saltem in superficiem nostri virtute multo maior quam rubri imperator. (Don't forget why the Red Emperor discovered the secret of the scepter.) If we can do this game well, there will be no problem at all for him to commit suicide. Don't forget, at least on the surface, our strength is far greater than that of the Red Emperor. The Vulcan ignored him.

“... Tu es trying ut dicere mulier?“ (You're trying to say...... The woman?)

'X decies annos autem eius ad atrium Publishing nobis vicit, nobis I decies annos eius ad deum patrem, et vicit tamen: sed hodie hoc tantum formica per faciem, et non tenetur ad peribit.' (10,000,000 years ago we won against the World Library; 1,000,000 years ago we faced the Father of the Gods, we still won; but today we face a mere ant and we will perish.) The old god continued to speak unknowingly.

“Amor in mundo acutissimo ferro. Utimur, dum illud, credo quod imperator debet rubrum timere.“ (Love is the sharpest knife in the world, and as long as we use it, I believe the Red Emperor should not be afraid.) Vulcan continued to choose to ignore it.

'Ergo? Quod prorsus quid agam? (So what?, exactly?)

«Pater deorum et magni et, dimíssis peccátis et, dimíssis peccátis nostris criminibus. Omitalus 'per buried caput et Nani in profundis terrae, et erit externus abdominis poni in vertice montis de genere gigantum. Qui anima autem est de hoc mundo vivat in aeternum, ut ex tanta deorum Pater, dimitte nobis placere ... (O great Father of the gods, forgive us, forgive us for our sins.) Omitarus' head will be buried by the dwarves in the depths of the earth, his torso will be enshrined by the giants at the top of the mountain, and his soul will live forever in this world, so forgive us, O great father of the gods...... The old man's mouth didn't stop for a moment.

“Quis posuit in eo? Non scitis ipse est stultus?“ ((Who the hell put him in?Don't know he's a fool?)) The god of war finally couldn't help it.

“Honora eum, et noluisset ire patre filium deum, qui non sunt idonei ad expellam te de hoc guy.“ (Honor him, as the eldest son of the Father of the Gods, this guy is not something you are qualified to chase.) Vulcan's tone was flat.

The god of war snorted and stopped responding.

“Nos invenire prius et opus agente in continenti visum. Nos sumus nimis angustos fines transgrediendi in montem sanctum, sed absolute potest intervenire in hac materia personaliter, hoc est, adiice animum modo alliciatur aspicientis Rubrum imperator.“ (We first need to look for a surrogate on the mainland.) We are too confined on the Holy Mountain, but we must not intervene in this matter ourselves, that will only cause the Red Emperor to be alarmed. Vulcan continued, "debemus ......" (we should ...... ）

“Tu es reus Omnes! Omnes nocens! Vestrum nemo possit evadere poenas princeps deum patrem et deum!“ (You are all guilty!You high gods, none of them can escape the punishment of the Father of the Gods!) The old man suddenly cried out.

（…… Now even the Vulcan can't tolerate him. The Vulcan frowned, and with a wave of his hand, several guards conjured up from the flames carried the old man out.

'Omnium reus es, omnibus te nocens! Reus omnes !!! !!The old man's shouts filled the hall.

"Bene, Sit scriptor permanere". Vulcan waved his hand, "Post invenire in agente, ut habeat unde tribuat necessitatem illorum adsunt, et certe ipsi non habent facultatem de aliis gentibus rubrum inferius. (Once we have found a surrogate, we need to support them, at least so that they can have the ability to deal with the other Chi tribes below.) The Grim Reaper went and brought the girl first. ）

"Licet ergo haec potest esse una step ahead sedes". ）

As soon as the sound of the death myth fell, he himself turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared into the main hall.