“”It has been too long since there has been a result. I wonder why the No Offspring Tomb hasn’t taken any action even though it must be suspicious of the situation.”” 

The time in a tomb was bound to stand still. It was because it was a place where the dead were buried. The No Offspring Tomb was an exception. It was functioning as a huge organization. Thousands of local troops and tens of thousands of undead who were blindly loyal to their master hunted human gods inside and outside the tomb. It was for hundreds of years.

Yet recently—for more than half a year, the No Offspring Tomb ceased functioning. The hunters who came outside the tomb to capture human gods had been unsuccessful for a long time, and there was no news from the main force inside the tomb that was supposed to support them.

“Over there!”

“”Those damn humans are already...””

It was a few days ago...

The conditions of the hunters, who missed capturing Dalvida, the God of Water, wasn’t good. All parts of the skeletons, including the skull, were damaged. It was because Mir, the apostle of Grid, suddenly burst in and ran wild. The ‘Long Sword’ and ‘Large Staff,’ who lost the last of their troops to him, barely...