Chapter 425 Celestial sphere

"It looks like you're safe."

When I heard my voice, Eleonor leaked a sigh of relief.

"Well, I'm a little too impatient. I'm thrilled."

"Anos ... respond, was it hard ...?"

Eleonor and Zesia say.

"Somewhat asked about order and chaos."

"... difficult ... are you talking ...?"

Tra n s l a te d by jp m tl .ｃo ｍ "What was rounded up thanks to your great father"

"Zesia's advice has worked ...!"

I hear a happy voice.

Looking into Eleonor's evil eye, I saw many folded branches and leaves. The sky is peeping through a slight gap covered with greenery.

Nearby are Wenzel and Ennesone. They seem to be standing on a huge tree branch.

Oddly, there is no ground at that place. It is empty everywhere you look up, down, left and right, and the branches are also spreading.

"HM. Do you know your current location? 』

T ran sla t ed b y jp mtl .c o ｍ "In the story of Wenzel, it seems that the crown of the tree of the tree Rikyu Garden da Cu Cadate is heavenly."

Thought Communication Eleonor replied, Wenzel entered <>.

"It is the sanctuary of the incarnation god Guetenaros, which has the incarnation of the incarnation of incarnation."

Then Zechia jumped on Eleonor's chest. She says while being held.

"Anos ... What are you going to do ...? Zechia will work hard on the command of the Demon King ...!"

While held by Eleonor, she raises the holy sword Enhale in the sky as if she were imitating a knight.

"Where is Anos, is it better to join once?"

Eleonor asks.

"I went down to the deep Shinra. I'm talking to the deepening god Dilfred. I'm proclaiming the cause of the world's destruction, and we're negotiating comfortably right now. '

"Wow! Comfortable is not calm."

Eleanor lowers her as Zechia makes her feet jerky. As it turned out, Zechia moved to Ennesone and heard her.

"... Enne ... It's easy going ..."

Ennesone flutters his wings and twists his neck.

"Is the Demon King so violent ...?"

"What depends on the other. It can take a bit of work if you end up with unfriendly negotiations. You look for Delzogade and Eberast Anzetta in a different way. "

T r a n sl a t e d b y jp ｍ tl.ｃo m "I understand."

After responding vigorously, she immediately brought her fingertip to her mouth.

"... Hmm ... but how do I find it?"

Zechia raises hands cheerfully.

"Oh, great, Zesia. Do you understand?"

"... Oh, look for it ..."

She said with pride.

"Oh ... what is your search for ...?

Zechia became pouty.

"Well, um ... um, but it might be difficult to find, so why not take a different plan?"

Tell Eleonol to intervene.

"No ...? ...?"

As Zecia dropped her shoulder, she took her hand and Ennesone said.

"Is Ennesone looking for a great deal together?"

Zechia smiles suddenly and raises her fist, which is connected to Ennesone, overhead.

"…… Looking for a great look of Zechia and Enne …… I'll definitely find ……” Tr an s l ated b y Jp ｍt l .coｍ

Eleonor looked at Wenzel with a dismayed face. She smiles and walks quietly.

"Here. Some gods are on the celestial sphere.

"Huh? But this sky is just a branch, isn't it the sanctuary of the incarnation God, Ghetenaros? Are there other tribes here?"

"Yes. A god of close order can benefit in that sanctuary. In the huge sanctuary of the Garden of the Ricardi da da Cadate, some gods have a small sanctuary in them."

Anderku, the abortion god, benefited from Meto Shrine and tried to abort me inside me as a life of no birth. Orders and deities may be intertwined and benefit each other.

"Do you feel a little faster?"

Flying Eleonor uses the magic of <>. For a moment, the body rose, but soon her feet landed on the branches.

"that?"

"Can't you fly?"

Ennesone spreads his wings on his head and wings on his back, but he still can't fly.

"Zesia is also ..."

Zechia is working to imitate Ennesone.

"Oh, I don't think Zesia can fly originally ..."

While bitter, Eleonor spills words.

"Only the incarnation god Guetenaros can fly this crown canopy." Transl at e d b y ｊpm tl.ｃ oｍ

Speaking, Wenzel stopped.

"Please look over there"

Pure white smoke is drifting in the direction where the birth God turned his gaze.

Fire dew "The smoke of fire. Fire dew is the source of power circulating in da ku cadéte. The fire of fire dew burned out in the desert desert rises to smoke and rises to this canopy sphere. , In this changing sky, it turns into the wind. ''

At the moment Wenzel speaks, the pure white smoke is illuminated by the sunshine and dyed green.

A gust of wind blew.

Colored wind-a breeze of greenery soars over the crown.

"Let's get on that"

"What do you do when you ride?"

"please follow me"

By the time Eleonor asked, Wenzel was throwing himself off a branch.

"Wow! The birth god is so decisive ..."

"Zezia ... I'll do it ...!"

Zechia and Ennesone, while holding hands, jump by themselves and fall into the blue sky.

"Well, where is it, even though it's only empty?"

Eleonor was following the three, with a mysterious look.

A gust of wind blows toward the falling girls. That's the wind of fire we saw earlier. The four bodies float as if they were riding in the green air.

"... Zesia rides in the wind ......"

"Yeah. Amazing. Is it faster than a horse?"

"Enn. Riding a horse ... isn't it?"

"I don't ... I don't know ..."

Ennesone makes his wings firm. As comforting it, Zechia said.

"... I'm OK ... Zechia will be a horse ...!"

"What is it?"

Eleonol shouts involuntarily. Zessia crawled on all fours, ignoring it and riding the wind.

"Enne ... get on ..."

"okay?"

"Sister ... so ..."

Zechia says in a stretched tone.

"Thank you, sister!"

With joy, Ennesone reaches out and straddles her back.

"Wow ......... Wow ..."

The Zesia riding in the wind run in the sky while playing horses.

"With your horse ... wind ... which is faster ...? ...?"

"Um ... it's the same ..."

"The answer came out ...!"

"Natural!"

Eleonol calls out.

"Wow ......... Wow ..."

"Hello!"

The voices of Zechia and Ennesone echo happily. Their bodies approach the branches again as they fly around the canopy sphere.

Above it is a huge bird's nest. Inside is a lake, surrounded by flower fields.

"That's right. Let's jump."

Wenzel says. An enormous bird's nest was approaching, and Eleonor suddenly said.

"Hmm? Somehow, that's weird? Is the flower withering?"

Looking at the direction Eleonor pointed, Wenzel looked steep.

"... Let's hurry ..."

They jumped off the wind of the fire and landed in a giant bird's nest.

As seen from the outside, there are lakes and flower fields. Fantastic colorful flowers are in bloom, but as Eleonor pointed out, some flowers were withering.

"Who is ...?"

Wenzel murmurs as if to kill the frustration.

"... What would be bad if the flowers were dead?"

Blooming god "The flowers of the sanctuary do not wither. Unless Lauzel, the governor here, perishes ..."

He glances around him, but there is no sign of God.

"Sister. Someone is here."

Everyone turns around to Ennesone's voice.

One man had fallen as if buried in a flower. She looks like a farmer, but is definitely a god.

The whole body is full of scars, and you can tell at a glance that it is serious.

"... Rauzel ...!"

Wenzel ran and embraced the man and called her name. The groan leaks and the flowering god opens his eyes.

"Oh ... Wenzel ... I'm back ... I'm glad ..."

"What happened?"

"The order of the celestial sphere ... is disturbed ... God who kills God ... has been born ... Everyone else has been destroyed by him ..."

Holding his fist, Lauzel sheds tears in her eyes. As if mourning the death of a fellow.

"What kind of god is it?"

"... Came with the storm. The god of selection, Romuenu, was called himself ... but nothing else ... I couldn't even see him ... If I noticed ..."

He bleeds and Lauzel coughed.

“… Recovery ………!”

Zesia and Eleonor use <> and <> as flowering gods.

The wound is healing, wrapped in glare. However, the magic of the source is only weakening.

"... Thank you, young ladies. But I am still the god of flowering ... If the flowers in this sanctuary wither, it's inevitable that they'll be destroyed ..."

Eleonor turned around Wenzel, and she nodded.

"The flower of this shrine, the thirty-three thousand plants that continue to bloom, is his life as a flowering god.

"Isn't it okay to make new flowers bloom?"

With his index finger up, Eleonor says. But Wenzel shook his head from side to side.

"Each sanctuary is a microcosm of the world. Just as the upper limits of the world's roots are fixed, the number of fires and dew on Da Cu Cadate is fixed, and the number of flowers in this sanctuary is fixed."

Since the withered flower counts as one, the power of the birth deity may not be able to increase more than 130,000. Wenzel's order is also one of the great cogs of order.

"Okay, I can do it."

Ennesone said.

"Using Ennesone. It's still imperfect, but Ennesone is a magic of the Demon King, not bound by God's order."

Her body with two pairs of wings, head and back, shines. Eleonor nodded as he noticed.

"I understand!"

Magic characters drift around her, and the holy water overflows from there. A magic line extends from the belly of Ennesone, and a magic line emerges from Eleonor's lower abdomen. The two were tied like an umbilical cord.

Nativity birth "<>"

Ennesone spreads his arms and draws a magic circle. Protruding from it were 122 storks.

The birds, which fly in the flower garden, sprinkled one by one, 122 seeds on the soil. The seed, which has quietly entered the soil, sprout in a blink of an eye and begins to flower.

Then--

"……surprised……"

Lausel, the flowering god, slowly wakes up.

"... What's going on? What's the power coming back?"

Lauzel opened his eyes and was saying nothing. Eleonor followed his gaze and found a high water column rising from the lake.

Something flew there.

"-I found it."

A heavy voice echoed from the bottom of the lake. The flower garden begins to tremble with the mighty magic.

In an instant, the lake became less bulky and completely dried up.

A man with a white cloak, a turban, and a sword appeared.

"I stole the fire dew. Ennesone"