#523. I’m in the middle of the day.
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Ten guilds founded by monarchs.
The 10th guild originally boasted a mighty force.
No matter what anyone said, it was the players who ruled this iron age, and the monarchs at the top were absolutes.
…until one year ago.
But things have changed.
The death of Karl, the magic lord who caused the London Crisis.
The rampage of the monster lord, Gula, who turned into a monster and died.
Such as the disappearance of Branga, the summoning lord who disappeared after losing the war.
After three of the monarchs who were called absolutes died or disappeared, the number of 10 guilds was reduced to 7.
Their status has been shaken.
It wasn’t that the guild members had left.
It wasn’t even that his power was weakened.
However, instead of the same awe and envy as before, doubt and anxiety were buried in the eyes of the people looking at them.
As if the remaining 7 guilds, like the three that disappeared, do not know when they will collapse.
And that shaking, instead of disappearing as time went by, got bigger and bigger.
Even among the guild members, there are those who are anxious, and the suspicion is directed to the monarchs.
but this moment.
From broadcasting to Internet newspapers.
One urgent news known to the world through all kinds of media evaporated their anxiety at once.
round round round.
the earth vibrates
the air settles
catches all eyes
The source is a procession of hundreds of people.
Someone beats a strange drum.
Some put on colorful fireworks.
Someone riding a huge bull.
A group so diverse that there is no unity.
However, it did not feel like Jung-gu heating.
Like a parade, a perfectly orderly and splendid procession that assists each other in perfect harmony.
Most of all, the air that fluctuated every time they activated a skill and moved did not dare to feel that it was disorderly.
It was natural.
They are the Infinity Guild.
Because he was a high-level player in a guild with the most diverse talent in the world.
“It cost a lot of money….”
Egyptian royal palace.
There, a girl in a baggy military uniform with a tired expression.
Hasneti silently nodded at Nadia’s candid impression.
And after you light a cigarette by snapping your fingers.
He looked at the man with the one-eyed glasses, who stood out even in the Infinity Guild and its procession on TV, with bloody eyes and spoke in a muddy voice.
“It’s a splendid declaration of war.”
* * *
A different direction from that matrix.
Others were forming a procession there.
Compared to the Infinity Guild, which shows all kinds of fancy skills, the procession looks sober and quiet.
yet pious
more sublime.
also sacred.
Their atmosphere was such that it made viewers want to pray.
Saint Guild.
A guild made up of divine players and the majority of high-level healers in the world.
Their various divine skills interlocked and the place was transformed into a holy place just by the passing of the procession.
And in the middle of the procession.
The white-haired woman let out a sigh as she saw the beautiful woman in a fancy robe riding in a carriage pulled by a white horse.
“It’s frustrating that you couldn’t foresee this happening until the day before.”
Jerusalem, the last holy city.
A white-haired girl who was messing with Krembo in the royal palace.
Ainsha agreed with Tata, an aide, by nodding her head with an expressionless face.
And he bluntly opened his mouth.
“Tata, just in case you don’t know, be prepared to jump at any time.”
“Don’t worry, Princess. The escape preparations are perfectly made.”
“As expected, Tata is smart.”
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Cooung Cooung.
and the other side.
With every step they took, the procession shook the streets as if an earthquake had occurred.
A rock giant the size of a house.
A chariot shaped like a spider.
A steel bird flying in the air.
A majestic procession composed of all kinds of golems and their riders, from mass-produced ones to original ones.
Demiurge (Δημιουργός) Guild.
From blacksmiths to alchemists and builders, they were made up of all kinds of production players, and their dignity was never lacking in other guilds.
“It ended up like this.”
London Sea Serpent Earldom.
The blue-haired princess who lamented in that office.
The knight in fancy armor standing next to Rose said with a serious face.
“It seems that some of the nobles are agitated.”
“Even though I told you not to act rashly beforehand?”
“It seems that the Great Barrier in London almost collapsed the other day, causing anxiety.”
“Pull the public sentiment through the royal family, and send a light warning to the nobles in my name.”
“All right.”
Rose turned her head.
He sighed lightly as he saw the middle-aged man riding on a huge giant that was several times bigger and more complex than the other golems.
“…you’ll be busy from now on.”
Than a fight that will be tougher.
lamenting the lack of time to see her lover.
The most sincere princess of the Seven Dragons wrote a letter to the nobles.
* * *
Wow!
They weren’t flashy.
They weren’t pious,
they weren’t grand either.
nonetheless at this moment.
It was their procession that attracted more spectators than any other procession.
Midas Guild.
Emotional, prophetic, entertainment, etc.
As a result of accepting any player who could earn money, they built a wealth comparable to the Seven Dragon Group.
Countless wads of money scattered every time they passed by made people roll their eyes and cheer.
“It’s really ridiculous to be in power with just that much money.”
Las Vegas.
To the languid words of a blonde woman in a city that was just being rebuilt, the cowgirl next to her answered calmly.
“It’s more like a trick to seduce the public than prestige. The author is good at that.”
“Even if so, it’s a shallow trick used by a novice who made a fortune through speculation.”
After a slight snort.
Charlotte took the decoction that Elise had given her and drank it.
Then he put down the empty bowl and continued talking as he saw the old man driving a car in the middle of the procession.
“I wonder how many of them will know that this is a trick of the Liberation Brigade.”
* * *
Rattle, rattle.
Not all processions were greeted with cheers.
Of all the processions, there was one that boasted the largest number and scale, but had no spectators.
they were like that
Skeleton rider holding a flagpole.
A headless knight leads the way.
With the Ragged Giant following.
A procession of people wearing black robes that scare people away.
Soulless Guild.
The most fearsome guild in the world, made up of players from the underworld, shrouded the surrounding streets in silence just by their presence.
“He’s not really afraid. He must have known that my brother was grinding his teeth at him, but instead of hiding, he showed himself openly like that.”
“There is a 100% chance it is a trap.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Moscow.
A silver-haired girl watching TV at Bahamut headquarters instead of the Kremlin Palace, which is still under reconstruction.
Yekathrice giggled and agreed.
It was because he could tell without even looking that there would be a resurrected Sword Master in that area.
“The Liberation Brigade is also really great. You’ve committed all sorts of crimes up until now, and now you’re going to wash everything and pretend you didn’t know, and come forward proudly.”
“It must be the result of judging that there is a limit to dealing with our Seven Dragons in the shadows.”
“Anyway, isn’t this too shameless?”
“It’s a method only those without a conscience can use.”
“Isn’t that how Kana looks too?”
The princess of the Seven Dragons, which was called the Demonic Cult.
But now the head of the Seven Dragon Group and the Great Khan of the Russian Khanate grumbled like that for a long time.
And the procession on TV.
To be precise, he muttered as he saw a beauty with pale skin and purple hair like a corpse riding in a carriage pulled by a ghost horse in the middle of it.
“Can’t we just fire one missile?”
“Then there is a 100% chance of a world war happening.”
“That’s about it…”
“Additionally, the probability that Princess White Dragon declares separation from the princess is also included.”
“Okay give up!”
* * *
“The World Federation…”
Manma Guild.
It is commonly called Manmamun.
Looking at their procession, which is evaluated as the second strongest among the 7 guilds, as it is composed mainly of combat players.
Limon frowned.
“With this, the liberation brigade guys can openly move their forces.”
“As a bonus, it would also be the purpose to bring in the other 7 guilds and use them as shields to keep the Seven Dragons in check.”
[I’m in the middle of the mountain…]
Yuna-gyeong let out a sound of pain.
It is said that the Seven Dragons control all the wealth in the world, but the losers of this era are the 7 guilds.
The World Federation, which they united, had power and power that even the Seven Dragons could never look down on.
If you do a simple calculation, half the world has become your enemy.
It was a disaster for the Seven Dragons, which even the revived Sword Masters could not handle.
[Still, let’s hope. There is no law that the World Federation will always be hostile to us, right?]
“Hey, what a vain delusion.”
Maia turned her head while laughing at Yuna-kyung, who was trying hard to think positively.
And a large palanquin with 16 high-level players as palanquins in the middle of the procession of the Manma Guild.
Sit arrogantly on it.
Laying out everything else.
Looking at the man in the black dragon robe with the word “Ma” engraved on it, he said pessimistically.
“At least two of them, including the commander, must be the ghosts of the Liberation Brigade.
[That’s right…]
Yuna-kyung blurted out her words.
In the first place, the Liberation Brigade would not have established the World Federation if they had not had the confidence to wield other monarchs as they wished.
In the end, it was Limon who spoke on behalf of Yuna-kyung.
“But don’t think too negatively, doctor.”
“Do you have any reason to be positive about this situation?”
“There is at least one.”
“What do you mean?”
“They don’t have a black dragon clan.”
“…”
As long as they have a princess who is second to none when it comes to plotting.
It’s still good enough.
Watching Limon speak with a meaningful smile, Maia reluctantly agreed.
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And Leviathan.
In the penthouse on the top floor.
The black-haired girl was watching TV while holding a teacup.
Infinite Lord.
Divine Lord.
Creator Lord.
Golden Lord.
Commander of Death.
Reincarnated Lord.
The six monarchs, who are said to be the absolute rulers of this era, are marching to show off their power to the whole world.
So after a while.
The TV screen is switched.
The moment the 7th matrix appeared.
Kwajik.
The teacup she was holding shattered.
But even as the wreckage falls, blood-red tea drenches your hands.
Li Qingyu did not move.
Unlike usual, I always smiled.
with an expressionless face.
without blinking an eye.
Looking at the last monarch reflected on the TV screen with eyes darker and duller than ever.
The girl was immersed in such a deep and heavy stillness.
