LIGHTNOVELWORLD chapter 112
112. Entering Heaven (1)
Archangel Garenmun was kneeling in front of Yuma.
“You can bring as many people as you want.”
Garenmun explained to Yuma in a low tone.
“We can accommodate as long as it does not exceed 1,000 people.”
“okay.”
I had no intention of taking up to a thousand people.
Because this was my first time. I was planning on moving with only about 100 people.
In reality, the number of people was only 100.
Yuma had an attendant deliver the return order to Clone at the Red Magic Tower.
I planned to leave as soon as Clone came back.
***
100 people were gathered in front of the imperial palace.
Belle and Clone stood out in the lead.
Among the imperial palace and imperial leadership, there was no one who did not know that these two were Archduke Yuma’s subordinates.
Hestia, the Miao swordsman, looked at the former saintess Ermel next to her.
“I’ll be back. I have to keep checking to see if the temple construction is being done properly…!”
Since Ermel is still in the 3rd circle, he is not within the range set as the standard for the number of people who will enter heaven. The standard for wizards entering heaven was 4 circles or higher.
I thought Hestia spoke quietly enough for no one to hear. Those words reached Yuma’s ears on the podium. Yuma stared at Hestia for a moment.
Hestia lifted her head at Yuma’s gaze and swallowed. This is because he could feel Yuma’s eyes looking at him.
It was a look in his eyes that clearly knew something.
Yuma already knew that something had changed in the imperial temple, which was originally built to honor the god Incrinyu. I already knew that Hestia and Ermel over there were building a strange temple to themselves.
Because the land was his land to begin with.
Territory granted by Brigitte, the emperor of Astes.
Architect Repile, the general manager of the Mutheistic Church’s construction, was suspicious of the strange architectural drawings made by Hestia and Ermel. When Hestia tried to put him in charge of the work with strange words, he immediately ran to Yuma and asked what he should do.
If I had been told to tear down the original temple structures and build something from scratch, I would have told them not to do anything unnecessary. I told them to leave it alone because it felt like they were trying to build another statue where it was.
It was quite interesting to see Hestia and former saint Ermel hanging out together. Because she didn’t want to interfere with her enthusiastic play. Of course, if Yuma saw the ongoing work at the Musinjeon, there was a high possibility that he would tell everyone to stop right away.
This is because not only the general manager, Repil, but also all the workers became very motivated.
During the invasion of the Demon World, the workers who saw Yuma defeating the Demon King and eliminating Barbatos, an unidentified being that had been present a few days ago, are now beginning to take Ermel and Hestia’s words very seriously… !
That martial gods exist like that and should be worshiped.
Ermel said while holding both of Hestia’s hands tightly.
“Don’t worry! We will complete it safely!”
Hestia lifted her index finger and placed it on her lips.
“Mo, you have a loud voice! Shhh!”
“Shh….”
At Hestia’s words, Ermel quickly covered his mouth.
Even though Yuma saw it all, he pretended not to notice for the time being. She just made a promise to finish her schedule in heaven and visit that temple.
This time, the Celestial Apostle Garenmun came down in a carriage.
A huge carriage pulled by pure white horses.
A total of three carriages.
It was a number that could carry all members.
Three carriages carrying all the personnel soared into the sky at the same time.
Oh my!
Cheongye-an’s pupils opened wide.
The three carriages were very close to the Heavenly Realm. Then, an intense light burst out from inside the eyeball-shaped body.
The shape of the eyeball completely disappears. A white light that looked like a mirror flickered.
Entrance.
The carriages entered as if seeping into the radiance activated like a door.
***
Divine Realm.
This time too, the gods gathered together in the pantheon. However, the gods gathered this time were not the Eight Evil Gods or the ＜Eight Gods＞.
The gods of the 1st and 2nd rank, which can be said to be the gods of the Arye hierarchy, were gathered together.
There were over thirty people gathered here.
The reason they gathered was simple. This is because the eight main gods suggested the idea of cleaning up Middle-earth.
There was a need to have a meeting about it.
“Is this a topic that needs to be discussed at length again?”
Akhamtun, the god with huge red bat-like wings and the ＜god of all misfortune＞, continued.
“The circulation of Middle Earth is something that must happen someday anyway. I don’t think anything has changed in our karma except that time has moved forward a little and the number of people who must be killed has increased.”
Most of the gods nodded slowly at Akhamtun’s words.
It’s something that has to be done someday anyway. Because there were no gaps in those words.
However, there were certainly gods who were uncomfortable with this situation itself.
These were gods who very actively supported a country on a certain continent. As the national prestige increases, the status of the gods who support the country also slowly accumulates. They were gods who were slowly building up their status by using the laws of the divine world.
For them, it was not a good thing for the country they had grown to become a victim of continental circulation.
The source of divine power that was relatively easily extracted could disappear.
Which country on which continent will be destroyed?
Or will that continent be completely submerged and all other continents saved?
“Shouldn’t the elves also change hands once in a while?”
At the words of the giant tiger that looked like a mountain god, a thing that looked like a skinny black corpse opened its mouth.
“There are many inferior beings, so why do you want to kill those who are superior?…”
The tiger twisted the corner of its mouth.
“The people you care about are not white ears, but dark elves. Actually, dark elves also need to change.”
“…Do you want to die?”
A discussion between the gods continued.
In a form very similar to human selfishness, they debated fiercely, weighing the pros and cons of their own interests.
How will we annihilate half of the world for the circulation of Middle Earth?
It seemed clear that the discussion would be very long.
***
Yuma looked at Arten, the Lord of Heaven, who was standing in front of him in an ambiguous posture.
“Well, nice to meet you. I am Arten, the master of this heaven.”
“Yumada.”
Yuma did not feel the need to mention his rank in the empire.
In the first place, this was a heaven where saying such things was of no use.
“I guess I have properly carried out what I conveyed through Garenmun, right?”
Arten nodded his head sharply at Yuma’s words.
“Yes, except for these monsters in the heavens that even I cannot control, no one in the heavens can kill you and your companions, Yuma.”
Restrictions.
Yuma hoped that Heavenly Lord Arten would fulfill that restriction.
Anyway, they were the ones who kidnapped him and Belle and tried to make them apostles. In order to be in a place with such guys, it was essential to put these restrictions in place.
“Hahaha, I made a wrong judgment. It’s only natural to impose restrictions like this! Ahem!”
Arten smiled brightly as he said that. That’s my own opinion. Even though anyone could see that it was just a bitter smile.
Yuma looked at Arten with ＜Search Eyes＞.
[Lv.652] Arten
Race: Heavenly Lord (Elyos)
Realm: God
Information: The restriction of ‘incomprehensibility’ was placed on itself, limited to the human ‘Yuma’ and the group brought by ‘Yuma’. With his power as the Lord of Heaven, he placed the restriction of ‘incomprehensibility’ on all Elyos.
You could tell that the constraints were applied correctly by looking at the status window that appeared in the navigation.
Yuma nodded. This is it.
“There is no need to have a useless dispute.”
We achieved the maximum stability possible under the current situation.
At the words Yuma just said, all the top Elyos, including Arten, flinched.
They were all people who had seen Yuma face off against the fighting god Barbatos.
“I would like to receive guidance. Hunting grounds and training grounds.”
At Yuma’s words, Arten looked to the side.
Standing there was Valkyrie Brennhild. A Valkyrie with long pure white hair tied in a ponytail.
“Please guide me, Brenhild.”
Brennhild approached Yuma with a faint smile.
And without hesitation, I knelt down.
“I see the great being who has achieved the feat of God.”
Arten stood tall for a moment and thought about that.
‘… Should I have kneeled too?’
Arten seriously considered the right arm’s unhesitating submission for a moment. He didn’t get down on his knees after all. No matter what, he was the master of this heavenly world.
All 100 members of Yuma and the Astes Empire followed Valkyrie Brennhild.
Countless Elyos looked at the members of the empire. Most of them were looking at them with dry eyes, but some of the young Elyos children looked at the members with wide eyes and curious faces.
“First of all, there is a hunting ground on this outer road that many people can enter together.”
A grassland that looks no different from the Earth. Beyond the meadow, an opaque space existed. Brennhild approached the space.
“Let me show you this place first.”
Everyone followed Brennhild to Bakal-gil.
The first day of life in heaven has begun.