Omnibus; People are in the wrong place, there are dimensional simulators

Chapter 62: Please die for me Homis! Guys!!

A long, long time ago.

When the continent was still in an era of tranquility, a great void appeared in this world without warning.

There is no reason.

I don’t know why.

The significance of its birth is also unknown.

However, from within this huge void, countless hideous monsters were bred

It is like a huge mother nest, constantly hatching a large number of monster diamonds

Out of the great void, it raged everywhere on the mainland.

People were not aware of the existence of the Great Void at first, and they encountered attacks from monsters without warning.

Ancient civilization.

Ancient culture.

It turned into nothingness in the brutal and brutal ravages of the monster.

People prayed to heaven, begging the gods who did not exist in this world to redeem them, and the gods accepted the prayers, but…

The gods did not send messengers to redeem this realm.

Perhaps, for the gods at that time, everything in this world was more like two nests of ants fighting.

No ‘person’ will retain too much interest in the fight between two nests of ants, and will not get involved in it at will.

Until that year.

A clumsy clown-like man appeared in the sight of the gods, a hero who prides himself on saving the world, but without any talent to fight, without any intelligence to govern one side, only to hide all the pain in his heart, and constantly release “hope” smiles and lies to others.

The hero of the dwarves. Warriors of the werewolves. Wandering elves.

The princess of humanity.

Thunder’s fairy spirit.

One existence after another, from disdaining his botched acting skills at the beginning, to finally recognizing everything about him, his wishes, what he did lit a bonfire and passed on a special spirit.

That year, the god of Orin saw that the apex recognized this clown-like man.

From this clown-like man, people passed on “courage”, and passed on “history” and “hymns” with “courage”.

The clown-like man named Argo.

He has influenced too many people to take the path to salvation for the world.

The second-generation head of the Knights of Fenyana, an ancient hero in the Olympian God Domain…

Countless heroes are like stars lit up one after another, and the inhabitants of the earth begin to take back everything they have continuously.

Homeland.

Ancient civilizations.

The homeland of the race.

After fighting bravely and killing most of the monsters on the ground, people finally found the source of the birth of monsters.

A place known as the “Great Hollow”.

People are stationed here to fight monsters.

This time the fight is thousands of years.

One floor by one.

Ancient Warcraft.

When Albert shouldered the “King of Mercenaries”, the epic of the hero Tan seemed to have ushered in the climax on the day he cut off the black dragon’s eye.

Even the gods came.

The shortcut of favor began to replace the hardship that heroes had to go through countless hardships and hardships.

There is no doubt that the combat power of this era may be incomparable to the past era, compared with the heroes who do not exist, a large number of gods and dependents are frantically cleaning this dirty land.

Above the Great Void, the Tower of Babel was built.

The surface of the sea of big trees, the city-state of the elves…

“It has been more than four hundred years since the elves withdrew from the Great Tree Sea Secret Realm, although for the life span of the elves, it is basically the matter of the previous generation to two generations°~”

“At that time, it was said that there was an uncontrollable calamity under the secret realm, and for the continuation of the race, I had to abandon this hometown that had survived for a long time.”

“This true body of calamity, whose name is “Andaris”, and in ancient times, it was also called “Antares (Scorpio)”, is the “assassin of the gods” born in a special environment.”

Among Asterea’s family, Hormis is telling the origin of the ruins monster in place of Artemis.

The process of gaining Asterea’s trust is unexpectedly easy, and the basis for wanting to win the trust of the gods is not to tell any lies, and based on this condition, answer most of the questions that Astreya can know, and this goddess who seems to have some rough nerves will accept you without hesitation.

“Artemis’s divine body has been devoured by Andaris, and it is being digested, if nothing else… What you are about to face is a monster with a certain “divine power”. ”

“And in the Nether, the only thing that can resist the “power of God” is the “power of God”…”

Asterea’s sword.

Artemis’ arrow.

All belong to the realm of artifacts.

On the surface, it seems that Vaillant is not very strong.

But the hierarchy surpasses everything in the entire Nether.

“We don’t have much time, and we are ready to be able to fight the means of that ‘divine power’.”

Hormes looked at the members of the various scattered clans who had been temporarily invited, and said with a serious expression,

“Next, we will enter the ruins and search for the survivors of Artemis’s family… And, welcome back their gods. ”

“Gentlemen, you are all from your respective clans and loyal to your respective gods, but now, here… But the contemptuous god must order you to go to the underground ruins where there is a terrorist threat to fight for me and other gods, to fight for this world, even to put it bluntly, the act of the contemptible god itself is like instigating you to die. ”

“If any of you are unfortunate enough to die in this ruin, hate the gods! All this, all cause and effect, is shouldered by the god of contempt, and in the hundreds and thousands of years to come, the god will use these ordinary soles of foot to travel all over the continent, looking for the reincarnation of your souls, whether you are ignorant young children or dying old people, whether you are a prostitute who has lost his footing or a beggar living on the street. ”

The supplicants and the despised gods will stop and beg you, apologize to you, and obtain your forgiveness.

The members from different dependents looked at each other, and after being silent for a long time, suddenly a member of a small clan laughed,

“Lord Holmis, if any of us turn into cute girls by then, you won’t hook us up under the guise of apologizing.”

“…… Well, if you are willing to do so at that time, in fact, the despised gods are not unwilling to communicate with you more. ”

“No, no, no, in any case, a frivolous male god like Lord Hormis is physiologically unacceptable.”

“Even if you despise it, you will be very hurt when you hear such words.”

In between the conversation and laughter, no one mentioned the willingness to “withdraw”, perhaps, most of the adventurers, especially those who were favored by Hormis, they were all warriors who inherited the “ancient spirit”.

It is a seed kernel that is enough to become a “hero”.

Never afraid of a challenge.

Never give in before difficulties.

Hormes looked at these warriors who looked like death, and was silent for a moment, and then spoke again,

“Well, let’s say it again at the end.”

“Guys…”

“Please die for me, Holmis.”