The night was deep, as if the whole sky was submerged in the deep sea.

It's noon, and the sun has not yet risen.

Roland saw it—in the heart of human civilization, five towers that pierced through the sky, leaning and falling from the clouds.

Like the five pillars that supported the sky had collapsed, at the end of the sky, the brilliant rainbow-like barrier was like a shattered glass wall, full of cracks.

Large, hallucinatory pieces of colorful light continued to fall from it, falling to the ground and shattering into dreamlike points of light.

Blazing flames rose at the edge of sight, black smoke and walls of fire dividing the world.

Roland saw the light of the stars turn into a sharp sword, repeatedly and swiftly striking the outer wall of the spire.

More brilliant than any fireworks in the world, the shocking light continued to flicker on the outer wall of the collapsing white tower, and a halo of light spread out, briefly illuminating the dark and abyss-like sky.

The people who came like a tidal wave were not hindered in any way. Their bodies shone with divine light, and their faces were full of feverish and joyful smiles.

They raised their blades in their hands and roared, slicing open the heads of old men and children as easily as slicing hot knives into butter, and their faces were filled with joy and noom, as if they were saving the world.

- for God was with them.

The sergeants were covered in flames, and vague shadows loomed behind them.

Under the watchful eye of the gods, the wizard's sorcery was like a child's joke and had no effect.

Meteors that shimmer with fire and ice needles wrapped in a terrible chill slam into the armor that burns with the flames. It's like a handful of water poured into a monstrous fire, and nothing changes at all.

Opposite. Once the military longsword of the standard slashed at the wizard's body, the protective sorcery that floated throughout the wizard's body was sliced open. Terrible wounds appeared on the flesh of the wizard.

Blessings, High Sanctified Weapons, Holy Shields, Active Bodies, Defense-Breakers - these high-level blessed divine arts will appear on the Templars on their own without prayer. Because of the defects in their perceptual attributes, the sergeants of these gods have never been so close to the gods they serve.

There was no need to pray, and the gods could be rewarded for killing their enemies - the Templars realized this, their voices trembling with emotion.

These awesome weapons of murder are also immune to all toxins and curses, so even the types of traps are much more restricted.

Yes - no one can stop them. All defenses will be breached, and all injuries inflicted by attacks will be wiped out in an instant.

In this way, it marched at a slow but determined pace; Singing verses in praise of the gods advanced.

The wizards' bitter battles were almost fruitless. The number of Templars killed and wounded in the first wave of sorcery was nearly a thousand, but this level of damage could not even be fought in the sea of enemies that could not be seen at a glance.

That's a legion of hundreds of thousands of people.

On the night before the start of the war. Eighty percent of Cadet Priests and Templars were blessed by the gods in advance, gaining the ability to cast spells and participate in holy wars at the official level. These clergy, who were induced by the gods to become full-rank overnight, accounted for more than a third of the entire legion.

In the battle of the fortification, it is these people who act as the striker.

Ninety percent of the killings caused by the wizards' counterattacks came from these people.

Suze, Titan, Bansa, and all the priests of the official rank in Fararaj were inspired by the gods. There were even seven or eight-year-old children singing the hymns of the gods, wiping the blood from their swords from the bloodied warriors with pure white handkerchiefs - they were the choir members.

Because of their innate superior perception ability, they were approved by the official rank at a young age, and a few of them even became official priests of the Black Iron Rank.

Unaware of the cruel hell they were heading to, they set out with the army to fight against the heretics of the East, with the encouragement and concern of their parents.

However. In this war of destruction, there are some people who continue to launch a desperate charge against the legions of the gods.

Even though their results were almost negligible, even if they couldn't even kill a single person after rushing into the formation, they still kept rushing out of the White Tower. Trying to use his body to hold back the pace of the army's attack for even a second.

Constant resurrection, constant fighting, constant death.

Perhaps their sacrifice was not motivated by righteousness. Nor is it outright righteous. Even at this time, the vast majority of them have not yet substituted themselves into this world. All motives are for themselves - but it is undeniable that it is because of their efforts. The time to storm the legion of the gods into the innermost ring was delayed by thirty minutes.

Roland watched as the canopy tilted, the earth cracked, and the world slid like plates on a crooked table, shattering in the abyss.

In the midst of total destruction, no one discovered that the wizards who should have been completely exterminated had a fish that slipped through the net.

The only wizard in the Fifth Tower, disappeared silently into the siege of the gods the moment before the Fists of Death smashed open the obsidian door of the inner ring.

It was these 30 minutes that created the miracle of the new White Tower.

The name of this group of people is called Player.

Roland saw such a black-haired young man in the crowd from above.

Dressed in the black robes characteristic of a stalker, he was pinned to the ground by the priests, his head resting on the shards of the building, revealing his fragile neck. The Templars on the side raised their swords in the air, ready to slash.

But the young man had no fear of death.

A happy smile appeared on his face as he completed the epic mission, and the emotion of continuing the legacy of the White Tower with his own strength turned into tears across his face, and he shouted "It's worth it" and then happily died.

In addition to him, many others gave up resistance at the same time at this moment, cheering and high-fived each other, wiping the blood from each other's faces, laughing loudly at each other's mistakes and the number of deaths, laughing until their voices became hoarse.

――It's like a hero.

Roland watched, watched, and suddenly burst into tears.

He stared closely at the black-haired young man whose corpse was separated but smiling, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say anything.

Do I also have such times when I love the world......

Just like that, he stood in front of the rumbling wheel of history, opened his arms, spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, kept swearing and was crushed to death.

It gave Roland the feeling that he used to be a fucking hero.

"I ...... Are there such heroic moments? ”

Roland asked himself.

Before discovering the business opportunities of this game, you can devote yourself to it as a player.

It turns out that after leaving my sister, did you also show such a happy smile?

"Ah...... Of course. ”

A pair of gentle hands caressed Roland's cheeks and slowly covered Roland's eyes from behind.

Suddenly, the whole world was plunged into darkness.

-- Tick.

The sound of water rang in Roland's ears.

He opened his eyes again, only to find that his surroundings were unusually dim.

"You're awake."

Esther's voice came from front of him.

“…… Yes. Had a nice dream. ”

Roland replied casually, trying to sit up, but found himself clung to the ground.

Sitting on the ground, leaning against the large, heavy wooden cross behind him, his hands spread flat on both sides, bound by black iron chains on both sides of the cross. Roland's feet were also together, and his ankles were wrapped around the chains, the other part of which was attached to the heavy square block of lead.

“…… What's going on? ”

Roland was a little confused. (To be continued.) )