There have always been different opinions about the nature of the world.

- At least, before the world was swallowed up in darkness and despair.

The alchemists of the pre-ancient kings believed that the world was made up of tiny protons, elementary particles that existed only in the imagination and were never observed or proven, and were the basic units of everything in the world.

In even more ancient myths and legends, people believed that the essence of the world was a blind and foolish chaos, and that everything that appeared had no laws to speak of, but was only the unconscious dreams of the insane.

- until the ancestors came from the light.

The sword slashes through the chaos, and the flames light the way.

They brought the first flames, the first rays of light, and...... to this cruel world The first change.

The power of order is revealed.

A faceless ancient god, an evil creature that should not exist, and the ruler of the old world that flows from the great source of chaos.

It is a mythical battle that is above the imagination of mortals.

The course of the battle has long been unexaminable, and even the existence of this war, which has not been recorded in the historical books, has not yet been determined by the historiographical circles.

But in that fragmented and oldest legend, good triumphed over evil, and the ancestors finally carved out the wilderness of order in this sea of chaos and mania.

-- The flame that symbolizes light and hope has been ignited.

The ancestors from the unknown land lit up the whole world with the power of divine glory, and then, weaving the rudiments of the realm of order with the principles of law, and shaping the shape of all things with flames.

And so, the world finally took on what we know it to be.

Whether small, or great, or ordinary, or magnificent, from the tiny insects that are difficult to see with the naked eye, to the vast stars of the vast earth, when the haze of chaos fades, vitality and vitality are finally bred in this ancient land.

And after that—

Without any warning and no reason, the age of mythology came to an end.

The first generation of ancestors withdrew from the stage of history and was replaced by the second generation of ancestors who inherited their civilization and knowledge – the true ancestors of mankind today.

At this point, history was officially born.

The first millennium of the territory of order came to an end in the vast blank space.

There is no written history that has been passed down entirely by oral legends, how much of it is true, and how much of it is the accumulation and attachment of posterity?

Now, thousands of years later, I'm afraid no one knows the answer.

Of course, now that the flame of order is crumbling and the world is on the verge of destruction, few people will crave this question and the answer to it, except for Amy Ulysses.

But even the young Glory Person, at this moment, thinks of this old myth and legend, and thinks of this question that has long been discussed and rotten, it is not based on pure curiosity.

What's more, I want to take this opportunity to sort out the current scene.

—Genesis.

Through the link in her consciousness, Amy Ulysses knew its name, but she knew nothing about its existence, about how it operated.

All he could see was the purest and most blazing light.

It's weird.

If that's all there is to it, he doesn't have to make a fuss.

What really surprised him was...... His perspective was split in two at this moment.

Part of it belongs to people.

The other part, on the other hand, exalts the physical body and is suspended in the air (if there is still a concept of air, up and down), and the form is constructed by pure light.

It was a woman's carcass, a winged people with wings on their backs.

- Number IV: Mana.

Mana, if I'm not mistaken, must have been the voice that came from the depths of her consciousness before.

Artificial Celestial Realm.

The voice seemed to mention the word.

The significance is unknown.

But the visual effects at the moment are unusually exaggerated -

Under his, or her sight, the torrent of light engulfed everything and destroyed everything.

Whether it was the black goat, which was listed in the Order's list of untouchable taboos, or the deep night, or the chant team chanting, and the Holy Cult army that suffered heavy losses under the erosion of darkness, and even the entire brigade of sword-wielding people, all evaporated under the light of destruction.

Even he couldn't escape.

There was no warning of death, not even time had time to stand still, and his body was reduced to nothingness in pure light, to purity.

All of them died.

- It's not real at all, but it's physically true.

But if that's all there is to it, the young glorifier may be strange or astonished, but he will not have a strong interest in the nature of the world at this time.

What reminded him unconsciously of the creation myth of the ancestors was the next scene.

The world has been rewritten.

The Order did the same thing, or something similar, as the ancestors did at the beginning of the world.

"I declare—"

He, or perhaps she, saw a dozen winged people in front of him who had completely condensed their bodies holding up their scepters: "This is the Book of Genesis—"

And so, the scepter fell.

Little by little, the world filled with pure light fades its mystery.

The gloomy canopy of heaven is gone, the purple corrupt earth is gone, the black river of decay is gone, as if it had been erased and painted with a paintbrush, and the ugly and disgusting scenery that had been eroded by the deepest night like a purulent wound was gone, and under the blessing of the power of the transcendent mortals, it became a sacred temple, a continuous forest, a mighty mountain, a river flowing with milky milk and golden honey.

Is that......

Canaan?

Not the present Canaan that the Order had built in the far north, but the real Canaan, the true promised land flowing with milk and honey—

Just a concept, just a phantom.

Like the picture released from the expired old-fashioned film, the strange, magnificent, and extraordinary scene in front of him was shaken in front of him for only one frame, and the traces were completely removed.

However, the change did not stop there.

In the increasingly ethereal chant, a body was reshaped, and a Holy Cult Army, a sword-wielder, condensed from the fading pure light.

It's like being redrawn on the world, and just looking at it feels unreal and incredible.

But that's not the point.

The point is - from the sword-wielder to the Holy Cult, and then the next to come back to life should be the Holy Song Band.

But what caught his eye, and what caught his eye in the eyes of the winged people who stood tall above was only a group of monsters with distorted features that had no features, like a twisted wax figure burning in a raging fire, and hooded monsters with only a pair of large, godless hollow eyes, and a mouth that seemed to cry something.

It's-

His eyes widened.

- Is this what the so-called chalt corps?