"But humans have lost this possibility."
Skaha Skati said nothing, but just sat on his throne with a smile, watching the phantom of Kilshtalia, and staring at Kilshtalia across time and space.
"The Queen of Nordic."
Perhaps because he noticed Skaha Skati's movement, Kilshtalia put one hand on his chest and saluted the queen.
"You are not like the gods of the Greek world, who are ending because of the forgetting of the people."
"But the guardian of the mythical system that brought the curtain down through self-destruction."
"Please - protect the [Imagination Tree]."
Kilshtalya's body was not lifted up.
"As long as the fantasy tree still exists, the strange belt will continue."
"Please deny your destiny, Queen."
"To deny destruction and choose the way to survive. I hope that at the end - the fantasy tree you guard, can compete with the fantasy tree I guard."
Opening his eyes again, Kilshtalya's eyes were firm, and even...fanity.
"If the utopian tree that exists in Nordic is the cornerstone of the world, then the utopian tree of Greece is the pillar that supports the sky - and it has been completed by me."
"It is precisely because of this that my ally, the great god [Zeus], ​​named it [Atlas World Tree]."
"Of course—and everyone from Chaldeans."
He turned around and continued to smile at Chaldes.
But in the eyes of Chaldes, even those including Mathul, such a smile is definitely from the coldness in the bones.
"For you, the thing that needs to be eliminated the most is my fantasy tree."
"The roots of the Immortal Tree in My Analects have covered 80% of the earth's surface. In this case, even if all the other six Immortal Trees are cut off, my Atlas World Tree still exists in my Analects, and your pan-human history cannot be restored."
--What?
What he meant just now - what is it!?
Crunch-
Because of the excessive force, Fujimaru Rika really moved a little bit - but it was only limited to a little bit.
Just for such a thing - killing the whole world -
"Queen of Norse, I look forward to your choice as God."
But Kilshtalya's eyes no longer stayed on them, but returned to Skaha Skati.
"This is called [revenge]..."
His tone suddenly relaxed again, he sighed and lowered his head.
“Revenge of the Gods.”
"Revenge on the human who overthrew the throne called the [Druler] of the gods."
“…I am ready to make humans perfect use of the gods.”
"A complete godly generation completely deposed the old pan-human history, glorious history."
With his fists clenched, Kilshtalya's eyes were not focused on anyone, but just like talking to himself - or rather, this is exactly what he wanted, what he wanted to say to everyone.
"What I will establish is a new order that no matter how fanatical the human will cannot subvert!
“A perfect ecosystem without any flaws!”
“No one can stop me.”
"so......"
"Please."
"Be sure to choose a bright future with Ophelia."
Buzz —
The image disappeared.
His last words were undoubtedly what Scaha Skati said.
“…Kirshtalya, sir.”
With one hand on his chest, Ophelia murmured in a low voice.
Fujimaru Rika has recovered from calmness.
Kilshtalya said a lot, basically all of them useful, but she had to find a way to choose more useful from these useful things.
So, are he just saying... [Declare war]?
"A declaration of victory."
Ophelia raised her head and shook it.
"So, was the one who just now the leader of your Hidden One? Ophelia."
Skaha Skati glanced at Ophelia with great interest.
In other words, the one that Ophelia likes... is such a man.
The resurrected god.
Revenge of the gods.
"Haha, he really talked about a lot of interesting things."
The queen chuckled, as if she was a little happy.
"However, judging by what he just said, does it mean that my existence is more in line with his ideal?"
"If my Northern European fantasy tree continues to be cultivated like this, sooner or later, will it be able to suck that guy's strangeness dry--or something like that?"
With his head tilted, the queen squinted her eyes and looked at Ophelia.
This is the case - is it okay?
This is a cruel competition that can only be preserved in the end.
That's what she meant.
“It’s okay.”
Shaking his head, Ophelia looked as usual.
"It's better to say that Lord Kilshtalya thinks this is better."
"He knew that his Greek anecdotes may not be the best anecdotes."
"Well, that's about that."
"What an interesting man."
"Make full use of gods and so on...hehe, I really dare to say it."
She is still laughing.
It's like seeing something unexpected.
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"Well, think about it, there is no one in my Nordic who will speak out the ambitions directly like this. And, is Zeus? It seems to be an ancient god who exists in the Mediterranean... Well, Katnis?"
The queen gently tapped her head with her wand, as if she was recalling something.
"I seem to have heard of this name, too."
"It is said that he is a member of the glorious hero of Agor, a person who is favored by the ocean? Ah... no, it should be said that he is a person who is defiled by the ocean."
Ophelia's mouth twitched.
She is now a little glad that Kanese left directly after leaving this thing.
If Katnis heard these words, there would probably be some conflicts that would not matter at all.
"Haha, that ship is ultimately pursuing traces of others' sailing."
To be continued...