Lord of Glory

tion.
Instead, Odovic, who was standing at a distance, said with a complicated expression, “A power that should not exist.
It's been three thousand years, warrior.
Are you still not extinct?”

“Neither of us is malicious.
It was just a misunderstanding three thousand years ago.
The leader has already apologized in person to your patriarch.
You're well aware of it.”

Feeling complicated, Ordovic nodded and stopped talking.
The black-haired man ignored the Black Orc who was getting more and more nervous.
He said, “Odovic! Son of the Red Dragon of Lunacy.
You have the right to know my real name!”

The black-haired man let out a series of strange and wonderful syllables.
So odd that a human mouth wouldn’t be able to make such a sound.
When Odovic heard it, he bowed gracefully and wisely.

“I honor you with your human manners, you are a warrior worthy of my, Odovic's, respect.”

People like Windsor and Morris, who had previously been chattering and noisy, fell silent at this point.
They felt that the power they were proud of was nothing in front of these genuine strong men.
They were so embarrassed that they remained silent and swallowed their doubts.

Unfortunately, the situation was volatile.
When everyone in the major forces was getting emotional over the appearance of giant dragons and the mysterious warrior, Unfortunately, the situation was volatile.
Everyone in the major forces was getting emotional over the appearance of giant dragons and the mysterious warrior when a huge underground world that was astonishingly large was unfolding.
It was thousands of miles away and thousands of meters deep in an unnoticed forest pool.
Beneath the heavy rock layers and tunnels, there was a huge underground city.
There were stone houses and stone buildings.
Everything was made out of stones.
There was also a spacious road paved with stone slabs.

Both sides of the road were adorned with beautiful and expensive magic lights that emitted a soft yellow light.
There was a ten-thousand-foot abyss between the road on one side and the road on the other side.
Cold underground water was flowing from the endless stone wall a thousand meters above the head, falling directly into the abyss.
From a distance, it looked like a breathtaking waterfall.
Artificial bridges were built so one could cross the abyss.
If scrutinized carefully, a dense sequence of runes were carved into these stone bridges and buildings.
It was used so the bridges and buildings could stand firm for eternity..

Strangely, everyone on the street was dressed in cloaks and trench coats.
These people, men and women, young and old, were either holding books or carrying a large number of alchemy experiments they had just bought from the store.
If looked closely, one would find that the majority of the people wearing cloaks weren’t human.
There were elves with pointy ears, dwarves with big beards, orcs with fangs, and Mulams with their black skin as they originated from the desert.
Occasionally, acquaintances passed by and greeted each other in a friendly manner.
The place was filled with delightful peace and good manners.

Past the endless stone houses and buildings and through the countless branches of the stone road, the center of this huge underground city was located there.
The most conspicuous thing was not the magnificent castle nor the crowds of people walking through, but a stone statue of an old man with a book in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, towering over the huge square.

Countless passers-by would always pause in front of the stone statue.
They only raised their heads to look at it.
After watching silently, they walked away without saying a word.
A massive stone slab laid beneath the stone statue.
Hundreds of languages, including the elf language, ancient elf language, ancient demon language, desert mulam language, imperial language, ancient sacrificial language, orc language, barbarian language, and others, were used on the stone slabs.
The text was densely written, but they all said the same thing:

We are freemasons! In order to search for the truth and prove the truth, we would rather give up our freedom, hold a book and a hammer, and knock down the high god from the throne of truth with the hammer in our right hand.
We use the book in our left hand to teach about life so everyone knows the truth.
Recognize that their soul does not come from God, but from themselves!