I am God!

Chapter 321 Insai God Stored Things
In a storage wonderland.

The bright sunshine and sandy beaches, small islands and white towers form a small space that people yearn for.

At this moment, the doll Oran is sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed around by San Raphael, playing wantonly in his storage wonderland.

Because dolls don't like to move.

In other words, it needs to use the power of Elena's heart every time it moves, which will make the power of Elena's heart erode it, making it more willing to sit.

St. Raphael gradually knew the story about the doll Oran, who became a doll after fusing the heart of Elena. This strange stone turned it into a metal body and gave it It has the power to control metal.

"So this heart turns you into a talking doll, and if you use too much of its power, it will be completely swallowed."

"What will happen then?"

The puppet Olan is not clear either: "Maybe it will become a real puppet!"

It was afraid that San Rafael would not understand, so it added: "The kind that can't speak."

San Rafael doesn't like that, she'd still like a talking doll.

San Rafael thought: "Can I change my heart?"

Oran the puppet said, "Dig it out and I'll die."

San Rafael corrected: "It's broken."

The puppet doesn't answer.

Seeing the doll Oran like this, San Rafael made a joke on purpose.

"Try it, for example, change to a wooden heart, I think it's very good."

"We fairies grow out of trees."

The puppet Oran didn't want to pay attention to her. It heard that fairies are very quiet and gentle, but it didn't expect that when it actually saw a fairy, the other party was a talkative and noisy guy.

San Rafael pushed the doll Oran under the rainbow tree, the bright sun shone on the beach, the rainbow tree swayed in the breeze, and the fragrance of flowers spread to San Rafael's nose from a height.

San Rafael took a deep breath of the fragrance of the flowers. Looking at her expression, the doll Oran could even imagine the fragrance coming from the shop.

San Rafael talked about his plan, about the storage wonderland. "

"When I become a fourth-order fairy, the fairyland will become an independent space."

"I will take it back to the kingdom of the creator. You and the storage spirits can also follow me. I can introduce my friends to you."

"I have so many friends."

"They were all very nice and very entertaining."

San Raphael pointed to the flowers of the Rainbow Tree: "At that time, the flowers of the Rainbow Tree will have the power of space, and a small dimensional space will appear inside each flower. seen."

"A flower is born when it blooms, and disappears when it falls."

"These dimensional spaces can be used by mortals. The more they use them, the more their storage wishes will be turned into power and integrated into my rainbow tree, and the tree will grow bigger."

"The bigger the tree grows, the more flowers it will have."

"It will grow hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, ten thousand meters."

San Rafael never thought about the height of a [-]-meter tree, she just said it with her imagination.

San Rafael pointed to the White Tower again, and she also had plans for this tower.

"The tower doesn't change, so what's hidden in it lasts forever."

If the space of Rainbow Flower is limited by time, then the inside of the White Tower is the real eternal storage space.

"That is, the tower will be full one day, should I build a new tower?"

"Also, I don't have a fourth order now, and the flowers of the rainbow tree can't condense the dimensional space."

"How can I collect the prayer light about storage?"

San Rafael pushed the wheelchair, leaned on the back of the chair and propped his chin with both hands.

"If only someone could help me think about it."

"but."

"You are just a puppet, how can you solve my troubles for me?"

How could Oran be fooled by San Rafael's obvious aggressive method?

It doesn't like to be busy.

But under San Raphael's chatter and magic voice, the puppet Oran still made a suggestion.

"Let the alchemist help you build the White Tower through rituals, and turn the White Tower into an alchemy tool."

"As much as they expand this alchemy tool, they will have as much storage space, so that this white tower will become stronger and stronger, with more and more storage space."

"You can also use the petals of the rainbow tree as the core of the ritual array, and make a storage alchemy item specially used for access, and connect with this fairyland and the white tower."

"This item is the only certificate to open the inner space of the White Tower."

"At the beginning, let the alchemist store items through the rainbow tree hole, and then take out the items through the rainbow tree hole."

"When you become Tier [-] in the future, you can even guide alchemists or other professionals to create items that can be directly extracted and stored."

As a former alchemist, the opinion put forward by the puppet Oran is still very reliable.

San Rafael nodded, but looked up at his rainbow tree.

"petal?"

"Will they pluck my rainbow tree?"

Saint Rafael would sometimes ask some stupid questions, and the doll was no longer strange: "You are a fairy with extraordinary power, born with a holy race, as long as you become stronger and stronger, you can Create countless petals."

San Rafael felt that this method was indeed good, and she rushed back pushing the wheelchair and the doll.

The doll Oran sat in a wheelchair and suddenly asked about San Rafael.

"You come from the Kingdom of Creator God."

"Have you seen the Creator?"

San Rafael nodded: "Of course I have."

Oran the puppet asked again: "What is the Creator like?"

When the puppet Olan asked this question, he remembered the statue of Sally, the mother of life, that he had seen in Suinhall.

It was an extremely great god in myths and legends, a goddess who created all life including snake people.

In the idea of ​​the snake people in the land of sunrise, the creator is the creator of the world, and the main god of the temple of miracles, the master of dreams, is the main god from the kingdom of gods.

San Rafael thought for a while, and then said.

"I didn't dare to look."

"But it should be a person who is as dazzling as a star. I can see endless light pouring out of his body and spreading to the whole world when I lower my head."

"You can feel that He is the source of all power, the beginning of all."

The puppet Olan felt that this statement was in line with the definition of a god: "Indeed."

"He made us."

What the two said was obviously not the same person, but neither of them knew.

The puppet Oran asked again: "Then the god of alchemy and desire, the great Iva?"

San Rafael replied: "He is a good man, He is generous."

Oran the Doll was the first time anyone had heard such words used to describe a god.

-

half year later.

Black Fire City, the Land of Sunrise.

A mercenary wearing leather armor and holding an iron sword entered the hall of the alchemist council, and threw the head of a four-armed snake demon on the table; the bracelet in his hand was obviously a powerful alchemy tool, which He is a mercenary who holds power and is very powerful.

Most of these people would become knights under one of the lords in Suinhor and Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court, or directly join the legion, seeking to become nobles;

But the atmosphere in the Land of the Rising Sun is more open, and this place itself is a no-nonsense area.

Many low-level powerful people from the local area or from Suinhall and Ten Thousand Snake King's Court chose to join the fleet to go to sea, chose to become mercenaries, or simply wandered around for some reason to form a certain extraordinary force.

Some schools of alchemy first emerged in this way.

He wiped his nose proudly and asked the waiter behind the desk.

"How many Xinji can be exchanged?"

Xinji means gold in the Snakeman language, and it is also the name of the first great elder of the Land of the Rising Sun.

But since the outline of the elder's head is also printed on the gold coins in the Land of the Rising Sun, Xinji's meaning now also represents gold coins.

The waiter invited an alchemist from behind, and the alchemist said to the mercenary after checking.

The two seem to know each other, or have traded with each other many times.

"You're in luck."

"The price of materials has increased recently."

When an alchemist made props in the early days, he used his own power to make props.

later.

They extract materials by hunting monsters and create the alchemy props they want.

But recently, the alchemists have a new goal.

By hunting monsters in the abyss, extract power and desired alchemy materials from monsters.

The power of the abyss is corrosive, but the alchemists have a way to strip the power from spiritual pollution through the lamp of the deed.

therefore.

Recently, the Land of the Rising Sun and even Suinhor and the Court of Ten Thousand Serpents have created a profession of demon hunters.

By hunting the fallen, the fallen demons.

Use their body materials to exchange huge amounts of wealth from the alchemists, or exchange alchemy props, magical secrets and other things.

The mercenary took the bag and weighed it. After opening it, he found that it was indeed too much.

It was related to his own way of making a fortune, so he asked again.

"Why did the price increase?"

The alchemist replied, "Didn't you hear the news? A fairy descended from the kingdom of the gods and brought blessings from the gods to mortals."

The alchemist's voice was full of admiration, this is the fairy who brought them wealth and magic, and it was nothing to him.

Is there anything more generous than that?

"Fairies have brought us the gospel, the real gospel."

"The fairy gave us the power and method to make storage props, because to make storage props, extraordinary materials are very scarce recently."

"You can take the opportunity to make a lot of money."

"After a while, maybe it will come down."

Young demon hunter: "Storage item? What's the use?"

The alchemist took out a ring with a flower petal pattern on it: "See that? This is a storage item."

"I can store things in a fairy wonderland and extract them from anywhere through the rainbow tree."

The young witcher approached: "There must be a lot of treasures hidden inside!"

The alchemist immediately withdrew his hand: "You don't need to know about that."

The young demon hunter's mind was very flexible, and he immediately thought of the usage of this storage item.

"In this case, it is equivalent to having a treasure house that no one can take or steal?"

Alchemist: "Not only that, for example, I hide a batch of important things in the City of Lights, and then as long as I send this ring to someone, he can get these things in the City of Lights."

"There are many other usages, so I don't need to tell you more."

The demon hunter wondered if he could hide some of his things.

In this way, if his identity is exposed and he meets someone who is chasing him, if he wants to run away, he won't be afraid that he won't be able to take his things with him.

That's right.

It's not surprising that the demon hunter is a wanted man of Suinhall, many people in this industry are people with questionable identities from all over the world.

At this time, the alchemist took the opportunity to say: "Recently, I am making storage props, and I am quite proficient."

"If you get more supernatural materials, I can also calculate more prices for you."

The witcher asked the alchemist: "What if I want a ring like this?"

The alchemist said: "It can be considered cheaper for you."

The witcher nodded in satisfaction, and prepared to leave.

When he left, he couldn't help asking.

"correct."

"What's the name of that fairy?"

The alchemist said to him, "Saint Raphael."

The demon hunter nodded and took note of the name: "This name doesn't sound like a mortal."

that's it.

The name of San Rafael, the Store Fairy, also began to spread throughout the Land of the Rising Sun.

In the future, it may spread all over the world.

As long as there are powerful people and places where storage items are used, people will know her existence.

With the rise of storage props, more and more alchemists choose to make storage props, and the feedback of these human actions is quickly transmitted to the storage wonderland that has never been perfected.

In a storage wonderland.

Santa Rafi pushed the wheelchair up the spiral stairs outside the White Tower, and suddenly she raised her head and opened her mouth wide.

"Ah cut."

The puppet saw San Raphael's movement very strangely: "Do fairies also sneeze?"

San Rafael told the puppet Oran: "A lot of people have been saying my name lately."

"I blocked them all."

"And then I don't know why, it just became like this."

"Maybe I haven't adapted to so many people calling me, it will be fine after a while."

San Rafael sneezed and then became elated.

"No way, who made me so popular?"

"Although what they said was weird, some people treated me like a wishing machine and asked me to give them gold coins."

"I'm not a gold coin fairy."

Fairies are dream beings, when someone pronounces their names, especially when they are powerful.

They will feel certain information through the dream world.

Puppet Oran: "Why don't you open a door? Do you have to leave this ladder?"

She responded to the puppet's question about why a door was not opened.

"Don't you think that entering the White Tower like this makes you feel better?"

"It's like haha ​​at the plane when you let the paper plane fly out."

Oran the doll: "What is a paper airplane?"

San Rafael: "It's an airplane made of paper."

Oran the puppet still didn't understand: "Then what is an airplane?"

San Rafael immediately froze: "Eh? Yeah?"

She looked blankly at the puppet Oran: "What is the plane?"

She discovered that fairies have called paper airplanes for so long, but never understood the origin and meaning of the name.

"Anyway, that's what the goblins say."

As for where the goblin knew it from, it probably came from the gods in the pyramid temple.

It's just that in this world, there are probably not many people who can look to Him for answers.

Or even if someone could meet the great Him, who would ask such a meaningless answer?
San Raphael entered the top of the White Tower.

Then boarded a white square box, and the box immediately began to descend rapidly, heading to the depths of the White Tower.

The surrounding boxes, large and small, made way for a passage, looking orderly.

But it has the same linkage feeling as dominoes.

Today's White Tower is completely different from before. Based on the headquarters of the Tower Spirit School, it was first refined into a super-large extraordinary item by San Rafael with the help of the alchemists of the entire Sunrise Land. Embryo.

The White Tower has also completely changed its appearance from before. Although the outside is still cylindrical, the inside is square.

Going up and down in the White Tower is no longer through stairs, but a method of lifting stairs.

The interior of the White Tower is divided into many grids. These grids are of different sizes and are joined together. The grids can even move up, down, left, and right.

These grids are lockers.

At the same time, you can also ride up and down on the grid, which is very magical and interesting.

When there are not enough lockers, the tower of alchemy props will expand by itself, and then create new spaces and new storage grids.

However, this super-large alchemy prop has not yet been formed, and the space is sufficient, so naturally there is no need to consider this kind of problem.

When refining and designing this prop, the puppet Olan and old Bart gave many opinions.

For this aspect.

Both of them are professionals.

However, San Rafael still retains the way of entering the tower from the outside along the stairs to the top, and then into the tower.

Although this method is troublesome, San Rafael likes it very much.

San Rafael stood on the storage grid.

Watching the storage grid slow down slowly, it finally came to the deepest part of the White Tower.

There are several storage grids at the front of the number, which divide three huge lockers.

San Rafael deliberately left the first three empty, which means that these are the lockers she left for the three supreme gods.

Even these lockers will continue to expand and grow as her abilities become stronger and the White Tower grows larger.

San Rafael carefully placed the ring of the master of dreams, Sheila, in one of them. Although the preservation of the master of dreams was meant to be given to her, San Rafael still stored the ring when it was not in use. .

After putting things away, San Rafael was very happy.

"I did it."

She turned her head to look at the puppet Oran, the joy and joy on her face were not hidden at all.

"This is the first storage mission I have received, and it was given to me by Sir Sheila."

"Now."

"I'm done with it."

San Raphael felt as if she had completed the most important ceremony in her life, a very important agreement for her, and she returned to the top of the White Tower with the doll Oran.

She began to transform the prayers of mortals about storage into the light of prayers she needed.

"Coming!"

"My prayer light."

Rays of light burst out from the grid in the white tower, and then converged towards the sky.

The light fell like fire rain, fell into the entire storage fairyland, and fell into the interior of the white tower.

One by one, the storage spirits turned into light spots and rushed out of the white tower, bathed in these lights, and started a new change.

Under the rendering of the light of prayer, the phantoms of these storage spirits became completely solidified.

One after another, the silhouettes and figures of the storage spirits appeared here.

They have the appearance of snake people and wear similar clothes.

But they can help San Rafael with a lot of things, if they want to.

Looking at the familiar figures, the doll stood up from the wheelchair without wanting to move at all.

"what?"

The radiance in the doll's Oran gem-studded eyes became brighter and brighter.

There is no expression on the face of the puppet Oran Metal, but its voice is trembling.

These people used to belong to a certain faction, including old people, middle-aged people, and young people.

Although these storage spirits seem to be awake and sometimes not, they exist because they are attached to this fairyland. They remember some of the past, but most of the time they seem to be sleepwalking.

The puppet Oran walked forward blankly, approaching the storage spirits.

The storage spirits turned their heads one by one, and the first person started to call out to Oran.

"Olan!"

Then, the second sound, the third sound.

"Olan!"

"Olan!"

They finally broke free from the eternal darkness and chaos. Although there is only a shadow left, at least they will not be imprisoned in pain forever.

Extraordinary is like a double-edged sword, it gives you the power to transcend the ordinary, but the consequences of using it indiscriminately are extremely terrible.

It gives you consciousness and wisdom, but it may also imprison your consciousness and wisdom in darkness forever.

perhaps.

This is also the reason why the creator created the fantasy star sea.

Looking at it, he suddenly lowered his head.

He dared not look any further.

"Everyone."

"Are they all back?"

A sound from Oran directly made Oran kneel on the ground.

It suddenly hit the ground hard, then hugged its head.

San Rafael didn't understand how the puppet became like this, let alone understand the agitated emotions inside it.

At this time, Old Tut, the watchman who was collecting petals under the rainbow tree, suddenly sensed something.

It rushed up from the foot of the mountain and quickly reached the top of the tower.

Then he froze completely.

The old caretaker, Tut, suddenly remembered that he was once the most talented student of the Tarling School.

decades ago.

Both he and Oran were students of the teacher, and studied under the head of the Taling School.

At that time, the Tower Spirit School had a large number of teachers and students, and the entire Golden City belonged to them. People in the Tower Spirit School believed that they were at the forefront of alchemy, and their ideas could change the world.

"Traditional family alchemists are conservative and ignorant, only schools can create the future."

"The secret of the tower spirit is the ultimate secret of the alchemist, creating a tower spirit with wisdom."

"Where does the wisdom to find life come from?"

"Find all the answers, this is the alchemist."

Old Tutt can still think of these words that transcended the times. Those words were spoken by these people in front of him. Every word can change the times and the world.

Until one day, everyone began to question the meaning of Ta Ling.

Batch after batch of people left the Tarling School, and even fought each other.

Finally, the teacher decided to start the experiment.

However, so many people have failed in the past, and this time there is no miracle, and even more terrible consequences.

It's not just teachers who have been corrupted by madness and turned into terrifying props.

Everyone.

All went crazy.

In the end, it was Oran who fused Elena's heart and killed the mad teacher along with all the members of the Taling School.

But even so, even so.

Everything cannot end, everyone has turned into evil spirits and is imprisoned in this white tower. The once sacred tower has become a terrifying prison.

Old Tut looked at a figure in front of him, and he didn't cry or feel sad this time.

Instead, he gradually smiled.

"They're all back."

"Everyone is back."

He chased over the edge of the tower, touching every shadow, calling their names.

He came in front of the kneeling puppet, and in front of the kneeling and trembling Olan, who buried his head and dared not lift it up.

Old Tut stared at Oran for a long time.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

He stretched out his hand to get him up, and helped up this good friend who had lost everything like him, even his body.

Oran lowered his head and asked Old Tut.

"do you hate me?"

"Hate me for killing them?"

Old Tut showed a tired expression on his old face: "I don't hate you for killing them. They are no longer what they used to be. I just hate why you didn't stop the teacher with me."

"I actually hate myself too, if I could have been more determined."

"But, who knew it would turn out like this?"

Old Tute kept shaking his head, his brows drooping and his expression became uncomfortable and sad: "We are like gamblers, always thinking that we will succeed next time."

"It never really occurred to me that we, too, could have the worst failure yet."

The puppet Oran didn't dare to look up at all, he didn't dare to look at these people.

"What about the teacher?"

Old Tut told it, "He's not here."

The puppet Olan immediately understood that the other party should have chosen to enter the dream world in the end.

In an instant, the doll's body collapsed a lot.

Oran the puppet opened its mouth, then closed it, speaking in words too small to be heard.

"Can he pass the judgment of the Creator?"

Old Tutt said something that St. Raphael said before: "Let all sins be decided by the Creator!"

The old caretaker Tut looked around, at the white tower.

His lifelong obsession has imprisoned him all his life.

"Olan!"

"This is no longer a prison."

"This is the White Tower."

Finally, his eyes fixed on San Rafael.

"Master San Rafael!"

"It was you who redeemed them, and..."

"Saved us."

The puppet Oran looked up at Old Tut. Old Tut looked completely different from before.

It seems that a knot in my heart has completely dissipated.

San Rafael looked at the two of them. Although she couldn't understand their emotions, she still said according to her own thoughts.

She puffed out her chest and looked like I was very powerful.

"Do not be afraid."

"From now on, you will live in my fairyland, and I will protect you."

Old Tute laughed suddenly, and those who didn't know thought that the person in front of him was not a fairy.

It's the eldest sister of an underground force in the City of Lights.

And the storage spirits gradually returned to their positions, falling into every corner of the storage wonderland.

This fairyland has also become lively, and you can talk to these storage spirits wherever you go.

although.

They are sometimes awake and sometimes confused, and their words are always repetitive.

But occasionally, it can always give people some unexpected reminders.

at night.

St. Rafael wrote letters to his friends in the kingdom of the Creator God, telling them everything about himself in the world.

There are fairies, there are goblins, and there are gods.

She specially opened a storage space for Master Sheila, the master of the dream, and put the ring that Lord Sheila gave her to keep in it.

"I also left one for Insai, and I am looking forward to doing something for the supreme Insai."

"Although I no longer send letters for the gods, I can still store things for the gods."

"correct."

"There is also the master of life."

But when she wrote this name, she would always think of the scene where she was captured by the Master of Life.

At that time, Sally, the master of life, watched her go through the tree hole, and she wanted to follow her to get into the tree hole of the rainbow tree.

Fortunately, she was finally persuaded by Sir Sheila.

So she wrote below: "Because the aura of the ruler of life is too majestic and powerful, the weak and poor Saint Rafael dare not take the liberty to disturb him. If Mrs. Sheila sees the ruler of life, please help me Pass it on!"

-

God of Creation.

The rainbow tree tree hole outside the window of the pyramid temple shone with light, and a starlight floated up and rushed into the temple.

Not long.

A white and flawless palm grasped something in the starlight.

Sheila received a letter from San Rafael, which described the interesting things that happened around San Rafael recently, and then thought of the strange things that San Rafael once said.

Sheila, the master of dreams, watched and couldn't help laughing.

The Creator happened to see the scene where Sheila covered her mouth and smiled because Saishen didn't know when she appeared in the temple.

"Is it a letter from the fairy with the glowing eyes?"

Sheila nodded and put down the letter in her hand: "Yes! God, do you remember her too?"

Yin Shen also had an impression of this special fairy, he said to Sheila.

"When they were young, everyone thought they could get everything in the world, and they always liked to hold everything they wanted in their hands."

"Although she is a fairy in the forest, as long as she is a life, she naturally has desires. This has nothing to do with good or evil."

"It's just that there are many things in this world that you can't get all of them, and there are some things that you have to learn to let go."

Sheila stepped forward and looked at Yin Shen: "She is still too young, but one day she will know this."

"Isn't the meaning of life just to grow?"

"Just like I used to be."

"I used to be the little girl who hid in the corner and cried because of my own mistakes."

Yin Shen also remembered the past: "Yes!"

Although Yin Shen didn't read the letter, he seemed to know the contents of the letter.

In this world, it seems that there are not many things that can be hidden from His eyes.

"Since she gave me a storage compartment, let me put something!"

A look of surprise appeared on Sheila's face.

She was also very curious about what Yin Shen would put in the Storage Wonderland.

Then, she saw Yin Shen broke off a branch from the rainbow tree outside the window.

As the light flashed, the branch became a small wooden hammer.

The master of dreams looked at this thing with question marks all over his head.

"?"

She looked at Yin Shen, wanting to get an explanation.

But Yin Shen didn't want to say anything, so she had to ask.

"Why a gavel?"

Yin Shen said: "Because it just fits."

Sheila: "Appropriate for what?"

Yin Shen: "It's suitable as a reminder, or a small punishment."

Yin Shen didn't explain, and there was a slight arc on his face.

-

On the wilderness further north of the Ten Thousand Snake King's Court.

Mysterious stories and legends of the once ancient Evil people are circulating here.

It's just that so many years have passed, and those who have witnessed the existence of the city-state of Aiweier have all passed away, and only legends remain.

recent.

It is rumored that a group of strange people appeared on the wasteland and possessed magical powers.

In the depths of the wasteland, a secret group that believes in the god of truth and knowledge is holding a grand ceremony.

This is a complex dark dungeon.

In the underground palace is an organization called Wasteland Witch Spirit, and the leader of the organization, Su Kebu, is praying to the gods at this moment.

"The god who grasps the truth, the master of books and knowledge, and the god of eternal reincarnation."

"Your family and servant, Sukob, is requesting your will attention, and is always ready to listen to your oracle."

Mantras and gods are chanted repeatedly as the ceremony begins.

An indescribable feeling descended on this place.

Everyone was so overwhelmed by the powerful coercion that they couldn't lift their heads, and even felt that the power and the book of witch spirits in their bodies were restless.

Everyone understands that the gods are watching here.

Su Kebu then prayed to the gods: "God of truth and knowledge."

"recent."

"The messenger of the Creator Kingdom came to the world, brought the oracle of the Creator to the world, and bestowed the gospel on the land where the sun rises."

As soon as the words came out.

Immediately, I felt that the gaze that was looking at the world changed completely, and became infinitely larger, and everyone's consciousness was frozen.

A stalwart giant door slowly opened, and the shadow of a god appeared in the door.

A large number of ghosts appeared on both sides of the steps, and they looked at the believers in the world together.

This scene directly drove the believers who saw the gods and the door of truth for the first time crazy. There is nothing more sacred and glorious for believers than this.

The god had a direct dialogue with Sukob and conveyed his will to him.

Su Kebu is not an ordinary believer, he is a dependent who once endured the descending carrier of the will of the gods.

"Sukob."

"Go to meet the envoy from the Kingdom of the Creator God, who represents the will of Insai God."

After saying this, the door of truth slowly closed.

The wasteland witch spirit organization hidden in the depths of the wasteland also started to set out for the land of sunrise.

(End of this chapter)