Notes of the Creator God

There was mourning everywhere in the city.

The torrent of resentment engulfed the city. In the confrontation with the extreme cold, human beings were all miserably defeated. They huddled in their own homes and began to think about the culprit that caused all this. It was all because of the"former city lord""...

It was she who caused this blizzard......

This is her revenge on Foel City! This is her revenge on everyone in the city! monster! It’s just a monster after all!

No matter how you hide it, you will eventually show your fangs to humans! humans and monsters......Sure enough, they are the two most incompatible parties in the world!

Then, as if to deny their wrong ideas, on the deserted frozen streets, a figure that looked extremely thin compared to the disaster was walking down the street.

"Look, there's someone outside!"

"Is there some unlucky guy who didn't hide in the house in time?"

"Should we get him inside?"

"Forget it, with such a heavy snowstorm, as soon as you open the door, the room will freeze instantly......."

"Moreover, we don’t have much food and fuel......."

"Hello! Brother over there! Don't walk on the street, find a shelter to avoid the wind and snow!"

The young man raised his head following the few voices of concern, and smiled at the face peeking out from the corner of the glass that was not covered by the wind and snow.

That smile was as dazzling as it was against the snow. , his eyes were filled with awareness - the awareness that he was about to go to the battlefield and save the common people.

The young man waved his hand and declined the other party's kindness.

The person who gave the advice was speechless. He didn't understand why the young man was unwilling to escape. Instead, he has to walk on the street.

But the fate of others has nothing to do with him after all. People with good intentions can only sigh and block the windows.

As if he is very sure that the young man will become a withered skeleton in the snow. , those people who were peering into the street through their windows blocked their windows.

Maybe because they didn’t want to see their"comatriots" die in front of their eyes, maybe because they didn’t want to be further eroded by the guilt caused by not opening the door to rescue.

The goodwill disappeared, Only silence was left dancing with the wind and snow.

When he found that no one was looking around him, the young man continued to take steps.

His eyes looked straight ahead. At the end of the frozen street, there was a large, flawless ice field.

Only there, not a single snowflake fell, but everything around was covered by ice, and no life could survive in that desperate situation.

In the center of the ice field, an iceberg stood quietly.

A black shadow in the ice coffin Looming, sharp ice spikes protect it like guards holding halberds, rejecting all outside visits. The young man stepped on this ice field with his soles. He drove the green energy torrent to resist the cold air that eroded into his bones.

In the future , On the way, he has been using his native power to resist the cold, not only to prevent the cold, but also to become familiar with this strange power.

But to his surprise, this power is surprisingly good for his adaptability.

Could it be because of the acquisition of Is it because he lost the trust of the original owner? The specific reason is unknown, and he does not intend to delve into it. He turns all his attention to the enemy he is about to face. What he will face next is full of firepower. The original form of the snow golem.

The divine costume in charge of extreme cold - Cocytus of Frost.

The divine costume in charge of creation and destruction - Azathoth of the Origin.

The collision between the two divine costumes is about to take place in this world. spread out on the frozen wilderness.

Before he was alerted by the opponent, the young man began to try to"summon" the divine costume. This was his first time summoning the divine costume, so he had to start early before the opponent noticed that he failed or something happened. It’s not surprising that it has severe side effects, so you can’t summon the divine equipment after the war.

"Come, 'Azathoth the Primeval'’！"

The young man opened his palms and mobilized all the original power in his body.

It was as if someone was pushing him on how to summon the divine armor. The power flowing through his body was surprisingly smooth, so smooth that he himself couldn't believe it.

"Are you helping me, Mio?"The young man called out the name of the girl who was not here. He attributed the smooth summoning to the person he swore to protect.

The power stopped flowing, and he could feel that something was about to rush out from the restraints in his body.

"cough——"

It was as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest. Yichuan felt difficulty breathing for a moment, and his limbs began to swell and hurt, as if the blood was boiling in his body.

"This is......Did Mio feel the pain when using the divine armor?......"

In order to relieve his pain, the young man knelt down on one knee, and large drops of sweat flowed down from his head. As soon as the drops hit the ground, they formed ice beads.

But the pain only lasted for more than ten seconds, and the young man's body suddenly felt unprecedentedly comfortable.

He was convinced that this was a sign of success. The divine armor was ready to go and could be summoned to the world at any time.

"Then come out......"

【God gave me the authority to create the world, to crush and reorganize, the king of origins】

"The Origin of Azathoth!"