Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans - Chapter 110



It must be said that dozens of Tiamars were scattered.

Although most of them have the same thoughts as the main body.

What if I could hold your hand like Tiamar in the pendant?

‘It’s not bad to prepare for the future.’

Rachel was waiting for her when she left the basement.

After hunting the monsters, the nun’s uniform was soaked in blood.

“father.”

When Rachel saw me, she came trembling violently.

Pupils dilated and mouth wide open is the appearance of being intoxicated.

It was the same as Tiamar had shown me.

– He’s not even like that.

I took a step back and dodged.

“Are there any injuries?”

“Yes… it’s okay, Father.”

She put her hand on the shoulder of the priest who was standing behind her.

A light shone around him and healed his wounds.

“Oh, oh…”

The priest raised his hand and touched my eyelids.

He lost his left eye many years ago during the conquest of Germania.

Because the eyes were growing again inside the sunken eyelids.

Soon half of the sight I lost came back and looked at me with both eyes.

“You really have become a god now… Father.”

– When do you think it wasn’t?

I ignored Tiamar’s grumbling.

Her voice was only heard by me if she didn’t want to.

– Surprised at just this level, I hid it too tightly.

‘It’s just that I didn’t have to reveal it.’

– no. You haven’t realized where you are yet. I have to be more confident to be like my father. Does a lion become a rabbit just because he withdraws from the group of rabbits?

“…”

– You can make excuses for being weak until now, but not anymore. do you know That you’re not just one or two steps up. right?

Once upon a time, I healed the sick in the city by shining with the magic of the soul. But it could not recreate what was lost. It only sealed open wounds.

Even that put an enormous burden on me and knocked me down, but now it was nothing. Now the burden on me of working miracles was the same as the burden of breathing out.

– It’s something you have to get used to. Eddar.

Tiamar of the pendant whispered.

– Show a figure worthy of your position.

I gathered my followers and tended to their wounds.

To restore them to the same perfection they were when I made them.

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Within days, Vlad’s army arrived.

The army, which should have numbered in the hundreds of thousands, was reduced by nearly half.

“It’s your fault.”

The holy relic that controls Vlad grumbled.

The runaway of my magical powers even reached him.

“All of the undead that were human were eaten by you.”

The undead is to enslave a part of the soul that was held in the body during life by trapping it in the corpse.

I couldn’t move without the soul, but it was said that I had absorbed the soul unintentionally.

“Even monsters are not well controlled. Akakosque’s magic loses stability when you’re around. Can’t you hold it down a bit?”

– If I could, I would have done it right away. You ask, obviously knowing?

“sh*t.”

A sneer flowed from the pendant.

“It seems the magic of the old gods is colliding with me.”

“Tsk, I guess so.”

Vlad clicked his tongue.

“The throne has become useless anyway, so why don’t we just take the cauldron and retreat?”

Tiamar had no reason to defend the capital.

Because I absorbed the magical power that the throne possessed.

There was no gain for her by defending the capital.

“I wouldn’t know if my powers were intact. Because of you, half of the undead are gone, monsters are out of control, no matter how defensive you are, isn’t this?”

I shook my head.

“right? don’t you agree? Back off then—”

“No, we have to fight.”

“what? Did you hear it right now?”

I ignored the rising Jupiter and stretched out my hand.

I was looking down at the plain from the top of the castle wall, and when I reached out, the clouds in the sky dissipated and sunlight fell.

“Ask me one thing. I wonder if the representative still doesn’t know about my existence.”

“I wouldn’t know. Absolutely noticed The flow of magical power you generated from the throne was to the extent that I, in the Religion, noticed it. Any being who claims to be a god would have noticed the cause.”

“Then I will have to fight even more.”

“…”

“Enemies heading here probably don’t know of my existence yet. If you know me properly, you won’t come.”

At best, a gigantic magical explosion occurred in the capital.

So don’t back down.

I have to target when the enemy doesn’t know me.

Next time, no opponent weaker than this will come to me.

“Can you?”

It’s not about the amount of my soul or my magic power.

It’s just that I doubt if I can handle it fully.

“Look.”

He held his outstretched hand tightly.

The warm sun was beating down fiercely.

To the extent that the two watching eyes screamed in the glare.

Roaring!

A wet meadow with a shower just before.

The grass spits out moisture and shrivels, starting a raging fire.

The jade-colored fields were engulfed in red flames.

As he moved his arm, the light moved along and set the field ablaze.

“Tiamar. Do you remember your father’s miracle?”

“…”

“And do they still remember?”

Vlad kept his mouth shut.

“It brings back forgotten memories.”

When I opened my fist, the flames melted and disappeared like a mirage.

And sprouts began to stick their heads out on the ground where only ash remained.

you are my punishment

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A forest full of silence.

An elf sat in meditation under a tree.

He is the guardian of the World Tree and one of the eight elven lords.

It was an elf named Aleon.

“…”

He had been meditating for several years.

I fell into the selection without allowing myself a sip of water.

Ssssss…

The magic of the World Tree that drifts in the forest.

Magical power created by nourishing the old gods.

The magic left over from creating the young elf was wrapped around the forest.

“Whoa—“

Magical powers floating in all directions permeated his body, then came out when he let out a small breath, and when he inhaled again, it permeated repeatedly.

In the repeated flow, the skin peeled off like skin and the body was reconstructed into a new one.

As a result, his appearance was somewhere between a boy and a young man.

Having lived before the elves smelted copper to adorn themselves and compiled the first histories, he looked younger than Prince Raeragon.

Who can easily guess his age?

Seruk…

Then he opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes for the first time in years and moved his head.

“What is it, Mr. Aleon?”

Fairy, who was waiting by the side, asked.

Fairies whose height is only twice the span of a hand.

They flapped their little wings and approached him.

He opened his mouth slightly, keeping his eyes fixed on the east.

“flow···.”

flow?

“It’s such a huge flow.”

The fairies imitated his words and imprinted them on their heads.

To them, Aleon was considered a god.

It was to hear and record the word of God.

“The magic power is fluctuating. It is an immeasurable force moving with a single purpose in mind. I have only seen a flow like this three times in my life.”

Aleon said that and closed his eyes.

The fairies, surprised by the words, blinked.

Do you meditate again?

He opened his eyes again and said.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The fairies quickly opened their mouths and asked.

Then Aleon looked at the fairies carefully and answered.

“When the majestic Isletrione uttered her presence, I first realized the existence of a god. He was the closest to omniscience and omnipotence, for all things had to bow their heads.”

“When was the second time?”

“When the dead dragon Tiamar betrayed the cause. The moment she fell and howled, that cry went out throughout the world.”

When asked for the third time, he let out a long breath.

“When all the dragons in the world rained down on the fire she spit out, when all the life in the world beneath it burned and melted, I felt the third stream.”

Only then did the fairies understand the meaning and opened their eyes wide.

“That word…”

“This flow is the flow of magical power caused by the birth of a god or a great death.”

He narrowed his eyes.

His gaze turned east again.

The fairies looked in the direction he was looking and remembered.

what’s on the east side? What could have created such a flow?

There were so many questions that it was difficult to pick just one.

“Vlad.”

A fairy muttered.

The fairies who were worried beside them raised their heads.

“Blood?”

“A mosquito longing to become a god.”

“He’s collecting souls!”

Vlad, the emperor of the Mycenae Empire.

Who doesn’t know he’s collecting souls.

He wanted to gather his souls and make them his own to become a god.

If his trick worked, the identity of the flow was certain.

“Has he become a god?”

Aleon also tilted his head.

Even more than 10,000 years of experience wasn’t sure.

Because Vlad was too ordinary to be a god.

If he could have become a god, he was in a place where he would have become.

Because I couldn’t do that, I was only greedy for the emperor.

“Who else could do this?”

“no! There is one more.”

One of the fairies shouted out loud, and all eyes turned to him.

“Who is that?”

“…”

The fairies knew who they were pointing to.

But he couldn’t answer right away, and he kept his mouth shut.

He was human, and only appeared a few years ago.

Aleon did not know that human because of his meditation.

“Speak.”

He sensed something in the fairies’ attitude and urged him.

The little winged fairies pondered for a while and then announced the truth in line with their words. A man’s feat is loosed from their little mouths,

“That’s him.”

Aleon sighed and hit his knee.

“He is the cause of this flow. For man has his own god.”

He said it with more urgency than before.

“Call the brothers and sisters who went to Vlad’s land.”

“yes?”

“hurry! Tell them to back off!”

“Yes, four!”

At Aleon’s scream, a group of fairies flapped their wings and fled from the forest. Left alone, Aleon sat down on the dirt floor and leaned his back against a tree.

“A human god…”

His eyes darkened as he murmured to himself.

“Aren’t we the ones who will succeed the two dragons?”

His voice trembled with anger and resentment.

“It shouldn’t be. It can’t be. At best, the opportunity created by no one else but cattle? What are my things?”

The ground trembled as magical energy emanated from the body.

The sound of the ground spread in all directions and shook the forest.

“The first time is hard, the second time is easy. A newborn god—”

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– My body! give me back my body!

In the throne room of the imperial palace, Vlad frowned.

Tiamar’s holy relic controls his body now.

It was the spirits of Tiamar and Akakosque that dwelled in the holy relic.

‘Persistent. Stay still.’

The relic of Tiamar oppressed Vlad’s soul.

– please!

Vlad’s soul was more resistant than usual.

Because of that, the mana possessed by the body flows unstablely.

Feeling bloated, he lightly stroked his stomach.

‘It’s worse than usual.’

It was obvious why there was such a strong reaction.

The sacred object Tiamar turned her eyes towards the throne.

‘It must be because of this guy.’

Edar Lundringen, the emperor of men and the god of men.

He was sitting on the throne, resting his chin on his chin with a bored expression.

– aaagh!

Vlad’s soul screamed.

Because he has to see and touch what the body sees and touches.

He was in contact with the magical power of the soul emitted by Edar’s body.

– please! get off!

Edar’s magical power was in conflict with that of a vampire.

He performed the miracle of returning the vampires to their original race.

It was not a miracle that the person himself had done with his will, but that is why it was even more of a problem. Doesn’t it mean that the mana that he naturally sheds is strong enough to affect the surroundings?

– I’d rather kill you! kill me!

‘That’s not allowed. It’s hard to control your blood relatives when you die.’

– Cursed b*tches!

Ignoring the screams, I took a closer look at Edar.

To the physical eye, he was a halo-covered being.

Because the strong halo shines on it, it is invisible except for the human form.

That halo will stimulate the emotions of the living.

An ordinary person would have had many emotions.

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But Tiamar and Akakosque were different.

The two souls saw Edar unaffected by the halo.

In their eyes, Edar beyond the halo is just a human being.

Just an ordinary, young man sitting in a chair.

There was nothing special about his appearance.

Tiamar knew well about humans.

Vlad, who was originally a human, they took away.

Because he absorbed Vlad’s experience intact, he knew that Edar was quite tall by human standards and had a straight appearance. However, that wasn’t enough to say it was special.

‘I don’t understand why a lizard fell for a monkey.’

Another voice interrupted the relic’s taunt.

– shut up.

Tiamar, nestled in the pendant, threatened.

Despite her warnings, the Hallowed Tiamar continued to ridicule.

‘Or not. Why are you reacting so violently?’

Tiamar of the Holy Relic noticed the other side of herself.

That she was subtly siding with Edar and helping him.

‘Did Rod ask you to help him?’

– I have no obligation to tell you.

‘Or did he like him because he resembles Rod?’

There was no answer.

There is a saying that saying nothing is another answer to affirmation.

That fact was so funny that she laughed inwardly.

And I wanted to convey this to the main body, but I didn’t.

‘What… you must know.’

In the end, since it emanated from a single soul, you cannot know without knowing.

‘I don’t know, but I think it would be more fun not to say.’

The souls contained in the relic are Tiamar and Akakosque.

Akakosk is an old god of fraud, deceit, and mischief.

Because it was mixed with the spirits of these evil spirits, it also inherited its tendencies.

‘Try well.’

I laughed inwardly as I watched the soldiers enter the audience room.

“your majesty. Allied forces have arrived.”

“It is quite late.”

Edar raised his head.

The bored expression hidden by the halo disappeared.

Dung, Dung—

This was followed by the sound of drums announcing an enemy invasion.

“How many enemies?”

“A small unit of 46,000 continues to join.”

Vlad made a huh sound.