It was the beginning of the 16th century.
The theologian named Luta would bring about an amazing change to the pillar of European civilization, the Christian religion.
The location was the Holy Roman Empire.
The territories of the dukes, churches, and knights were scattered all over the United Nations. At the junction of the Central Highlands and the northern plains of Germany, at the foot of the mountain known as the Harz Mountains, a great battle was going on.
Those who had fought personally only heard of it and called it a great battle. However, this hidden battle between F1Amehaze and the Red World disciples had never appeared in the history books of mankind.
They were ordinary people with inhuman strength.
There was an intense conflict between the visitors from another world who had the power to freely distort everything in this world and the ability users who wanted to stop the monstrous waves they had set off.
At that time, there was no "Seal Extinction".
Although the battle between the two factions was exposed to the eyes of the people, it was only seen as a reality that made people confused. That battle was also in such an era, in such a world...
In the middle of the night, a sudden change occurred.
The shouts that overwhelmed the thousands of soldiers were like a huge wave. The seven-colored ghostly fire danced in all directions. Compared to the illusion, it seemed too real. It was as if it was going to be imprinted in people's eyes.
The earth shook as if an earthquake and an avalanche had arrived together.
The strange movement coming from the other end of the horizon was proof of this non-existent battle.
The people of Bernnigenrode and Gosla, the two major cities on the east and west sides of the battlefield, knew nothing about the battle. There were no announcements from the feudal lords, chaos in the war, or unstable news brought by travelers. Although everything was orderly, the phenomenon formed by light and sound did exist. At that time, people did not treat it as a natural phenomenon, but as a precursor or warning in reality.
In the later period of the Middle Ages, people's reality was huge. It was filled with fictional and incomprehensible elements, a huge place that could not be understood.
At the same time, this also reflected the other side of people's narrow knowledge. People used the minimum knowledge in life to supplement it with experience, rumors, opinions, and so on, finally accepting the incredible reality of the present (an era where some people desperately wanted to improve the sense of reality in their lives).
The so-called tool that could be used to make up for it, the excuse that could explain the phenomenon of life, was God.
As long as he compared the things that he couldn't estimate with the clear signpost of "God," he would be able to temporarily obtain an illusion. Or rather, he would be able to accept it and stop thinking. Therefore, the residents of the two cities attributed the explanation of the strange phenomenon (a sign with a certain meaning) to the task of the servants of God, the priests, and the many monks who came after hearing the news, while they only treated it as something they had seen and heard.
Basically, this kind of realistic legend would soon be forgotten and gone with the wind. At that time, the Roman Emperor Maximilian I issued a proclamation: "It is forbidden to talk about and record the phenomenon of life.”The townsfolk obeyed the law and kept quiet about it. Almost no one broke this silence order. The reason why it could be carried out so thoroughly was very simple. At that time, people, rich or poor, were especially afraid of that ominous battlefield. Between Bernnigenrode and Gosla, the low main peak of the Harz Mountains, which looked like a cluster of warts, was well known to the people of the time. That place was once the memorial ground of ancient Germanic times…
The name of the peak was " Brocken ". Later, due to the confusion of the name of the British-born monk, St. Walpuruga, and the ritual students of the local religion, it was once again known as the " Witch's Gathering Place ". To impose heresy on folk customs and execute them, this was the nightmare of the world's history, the Witch Hunt. During this period, its poison had already begun to show signs in various places.
Because of their fear of the world itself, no one was willing to say anything, no matter what they saw or what they gave birth to on the mountain.
This was…a war that only belonged to the parties involved.
"What a gorgeous night. The colors are fusing together, and everyone is burning.”
"It's simply a word game that's as bad as the 'Evil Realm Egg'.”
"Indeed. However, it is indeed burning."
"I feel the same."
In medieval Europe, there was the world's largest Red World group. They used Mount Broken as their base and were known as the " Burial Bell." It was a huge group led by the ancient King of the Red World,"Coffin Weaver" Assis, and nine powerful "kings" under him, known as the "Nine Gai Scales". Although the medieval Europe was known as the most rampant era and region of the Red World, there were only a handful of groups with more than 10,000 members in history.
Moreover, the Burial Bell was clearly different from other gangs in the world that were formed for the sake of symbiosis, such as the Masquerade.
They were the legion.
They viewed battles as a daily occurrence. Their enemies were naturally not the humans whom they despised as " lifeblood ", but the foolish " Kings of the Red World " who not only killed their own kind but also gave their strength to the humans due to their ambiguous predictions and sensitive sense of danger, as well as the F1Amehaze who were their vanguard.
"Didn't you say that Sokal was killed? It's about time we seriously look for an opportunity to break in.”
"The extent to which we can avoid the Wind of Annoyance is the key to victory.”
"Shrinking range."
"En…in order to grasp the battle situation, it should only cover the sky above the battlefield. We can buy enough time to break in.”
From a certain perspective, they could be said to be unusual.
The reason was that the "Red World Disciples" had only come to this world to satisfy their own desires. In essence, they were self-serving existences. Their actions were naturally based on the realization of various desires. The battle with the crusaders was completely unnecessary for them. It could be said that it was a disaster that they could avoid if they could. But at the same time, they had almost the same mentality as humans (because they had more power than others, they would strongly pursue the satisfaction of their own desires). In other words, they were just like humans. They could feel love, friendship, kindness... When their loved ones were taken away, they would be sad, when their friends were beaten, they would be angry, and kindness would be repaid with actions. They had the same thoughts as humans.
It was precisely because of this that the reason why the Red World disciples fought was completely not because of their own desires and interests. And among the " disciples " whose goal was to fight, the Burial Bell was the most unyielding organization.
"…Meaning, confirmed."
"Are we going?"
"Mhm, I've already decided.”
"Yes."
In fact, the F1Amehaze camp was plagued by a chronic shortage of talent. Europe and North Africa across the sea, as well as the vast region including the Middle East, were the battlegrounds of both sides since ancient times, and the problem was even more obvious in these areas.
F1Amehaze wasn't something that could be mass-produced according to the situation. Usually, it was when humans burst out with strong emotions that were more common sense than common sense, and thus reached a consensus with the " king " of the " Red World ". Under the premise of mutual agreement, a contract was signed. After these indispensable procedures, an F1Amehaze would be born. No matter which one it was, it was not a phenomenon that would appear easily.
But even so, the number of these Espers still increased during that period.
It wasn't just because the humans, who were the vessels, had tasted all the pain of living in this world. It was also because the other party that gave humans strength-the " Kings of the Red World " who had previously chosen to observe the situation-had also fought to join the battle in order to protect the balance of the world.
The fuse of the battle was the movement of the Freedom Technique known as the " Devouring the City ".
At the same time, the Burial Bell, who was an excellent Freedom Master, led Assis to use the 'torch' that was equipped with a mechanism as a catalyst. Not to mention humans, he even forcefully converted 'things' that were not suitable for direct consumption. In other words, he transformed the entire city into a huge and high-purity 'power of existence' and absorbed all the power he obtained for his own use. As a result, an unprecedented distortion was born.
Although the F1Amehaze players who fought to stop him managed to defeat a member of the Nine Gai Scales, they were unable to stop the free-form movement and lost a large number of powerful companions. In other words…he had suffered a huge defeat.
On the other hand, this defeat also gave the F1Amehaze and the " Kings " who were still watching the situation in the Red World an unusual sense of crisis. The F1Amehaze who rarely acted in groups in the past gradually united to resist the army led by Assis, the Burial Bell. At the same time, the number of Kings of the Red World who decided to form a contract with humans due to the sense of crisis also increased.
As time passed, new conflicts were born. In the frequent local battles, 18 years had passed.
At this moment, the event that would lead the conflict to a decisive battle had finally occurred.
Assis had seized a certain Treasured Artifact.
To put it more accurately, the fuse was not the incident of seizing the relic, but the battle between the Red World King's faction who held the relic, the Burial Bell faction who wanted to seize the relic, and the F1amehaze faction who wanted to stop them. Assis announced his intention-the declaration of his dream.
After hearing what he called a " feat "," Apprentice " and F1Amehaze had completely different reactions.
The " disciples " cheered, and even those who didn't belong to the Burial Bell joined the camp.
On the contrary, the " kings " in the F1Amehaze camp were shocked by his thoughts and vowed to stop his atrocities.
After this complicated conflict, a corner of the Nine Gai Scales was shattered once again, but the Treasured Artifact fell into Assis 'hands. His plan was being realized step by step. The expectations and morale of the 'disciples' grew. The sense of danger and terror in F1Amehaze became even more intense.
Thus, on the fifth day after the precious artifact was forcefully seized…that night.
The two sides welcomed the final battle.
The " disciples " who believed in the ideals of Assis gathered at the base of the " Burial Bell ", Fort Brocken. F1Amehaze, who was determined to crush their ambitions, formed a temporary legion and marched towards the same location.
The battle was in full swing.
The giant leg kicked the burning beech tree away and flattened the ground.
"Ahhh
The legs that stood tall in the forest, the hands that stretched as far as the eye could see, the body that made the earth tremble, all of this was made of steel.
"You bastards!”
The giant wasn't made of metal plates, it was made of metal walls that were shaped like a body and limbs. It was the strange two-headed bird painted with white dye on his body that roared.
The forest of oak and beech trees trembled in a deep voice. It was mixed with the lingering sounds and hid under the branches. Suddenly, flashes of light flew over from all directions. The belated sounds of air being torn apart rang out continuously.
Smoke kept rising from the giant's body. This was a gun attack that had become popular among the human army and mercenary forces in recent years.
"He actually took Sokal! You props that harm your fellow countrymen!!”
The steel giant did not react at all. It kicked away the trees that looked like torches under its feet and continued to move forward in the scattering sparks.
At this moment, a sound that was even heavier than before was heard mixed with the sound of gunfire. This time, it was the bombardment of siege cannons. A large number of cannonballs propelled by the explosion pierced through the forest that covered the sky and the sun, and the body that was like a steel castle flew away.
" Oh, wooo!?"
Boom! The giant let out a low growl amidst the explosion. However, there was still no tremor. Not only did the giant's momentum not weaken, but it also waved its hand at the army under its command.
"The enemy's cannons have been destroyed!! Comrades! Advance!"
The night swayed amidst the giant's roar, and Brocken's thunderous response came from behind him.
"Cuckoo, the vanguard general has opened up a bloody path!”
"Brats, don't fall behind!"
"Gah!"
"Waaah!"
Soldiers of all shapes and sizes surged out with all kinds of flames.
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