Death Games
The Appearance of the Gods

Blerda stared calmly, at the number of floating corpses. All in supine position and the spotlight leads to one goal.

Siren king.

The girl sat on a throne made of six Capricorn hands. The servant of the gods, airs up there on the ceiling. Unmoving, as if his figure was indeed an inanimate object for his Queen's chair.

“What kind of test is this? It used to be a giant, now a puzzle corpse. It seems like the Gods, do like to make jokes yes,” softly with his leisure.

But his words just now, managed to make the corpses underneath move suddenly. Like asking for help and waving their hands.

But everything was completely beyond his expectations. The entire surface of the lake threw a boundless needle to beat him.

Under the rainy sky, Blerda who was suppressing expression smiled warmly.

“Abteriov, senka porta, (open, shadow gate)” suddenly finished saying that, a huge black hole appeared right on the footrest of Capricorn. It raised terrifying fangs within it, like the mouths of a savage beast and shouted dangerous vibrations to the surrounding area.

The lake water was immediately blown rough and perfectly helped to show off its deepest base. And the bodies that moved so scattered around it.

Like a high-level ultrasonic cry, the animal in a large circle began to take out one hand.

Finally, the water flow returns to normal to cover the bottom of the lake that was exposed earlier.

“Saddening,” so the insinuation of the young girl will be a spectacle before her eyes.

But suddenly, a terrible air returned emanating from there. Unlike the time the corpses came to the surface, now the sensation was much more frightening.

Blerda still showed her calm face, as if fear was not in her.

Until finally, the water began to rustle rough. Creating an indescribable great vortex. Like a huge tsunami, the rampage in the lake seemed to want to swallow anyone nearby.

And Blerda who noticed it all, finally surprised to make it.

Trident.

In the hands of a man. An oversized shirt on his body, showing off his side of the field chest and his left calf. Like a bracelet that is made into a crown, and the vision of the emerald that cools the observer becomes characteristic in him.

She was so charming in the eyes, but one thing was certain beyond the reason of the Siren Queen. Capricorn's submission to the figure down there, made the servant let go, so Blerda had to stand on both feet now.

“God?” terkanya saw the obedience of her pet constellation.

And the man smiled at her.

“Nice to meet you, controller of the Lord's servants, the young Siren King.” The girl also narrowed her eyes. “Pray will begin. So show me, what kind of ability of a descendant of a dissident like you, so Capricorn is able to bow at your feet.”

“Ugh,” erang Blerda suddenly. In the blink of an eye, the trident in the hands of the God was directed at him. And soon a terrible blow struck the right side of his stomach. The speed of the attack of the man in front of him, was completely unavoidable by a Siren King like himself.

In a swamp in a different location, the figure of Toz Nidiel was completely unexpected apparently. His two hands are no longer there. And three holes in his stomach and chest adorned his appearance.

He almost took his life.

“What is this? I didn't expect Vanargand to pick a body as weak as yours. Looks like the Scodeaz (controllers) belong to God, like to do jokes yes.” His hands also strangled the young man's neck. “I tested you, so please don't disappoint me, O man,” the grip is even harder so Toz is in pain.

But at the next moment, an unusual sensation fluttered in Toz who was about to die.

The eyes of the wolf, appeared suddenly accompanied by a terrifying red energy. And it gathered right around his two hands breaking off. Until finally, a lump of skin burst back in there. Along with the grin that was imprinted perfectly on the lips of the young man. Toz grabbed the arm that was strangling his neck. “Ah ... it's fun,” he said while showing off a look of disdain.

“Heh? A vanargand? You really like to play yes,” and the tentacles behind his back also rained down on Toz's body that was possessed just now.

The whip in his hand had already broken off, and the figure that became his opponent, emitted a pitch-red aura of melting.

Aza Ergo's.

A terrifying sensation in him, capable of melting the surrounding foothold. The surface of the cold lava in front of him was as if it was adorned with splashes of magma. And the lotus floating in front of him, was already crushed unceremoniously.

Both of his eyes displayed a burning ember-like look, and his legs and hands also painted a similar state. But there's a different one. His left face, filled with ancient writing with meaningless meaning.

He smiled arrogantly.

“Didn't you want to take my heart? Then do it right, miss. Because of me, want to cut your head off.”

“Because!” the girl suddenly. Anger flared up, like producing an earthquake around it.

It shook the entire area, and raised many swords around it.

The young leader tilted his face. “What is this? Assandia (fighter) rare?”

“Death to you!” dozens of weapons rained down on Aza's body. He did not move, only allowing the swords to perforate his body.

In fact, physical attacks will not work on him.

“Saddening. If you are indeed a God, then fight me with your true abilities.”

The girl smiled because of it. “It seems, it is no longer useful to hold everything. Calsea bloodeya, towera armurus merlindia (bloody summon, prison tower of the witch)”

A rough blow was immediately emanated from the girl. And just below his feet, appeared a giant statue, along with the disappearance of his figure that had been lifted up there.

Merlindian.

A male-statured statue with a black emblem on its chest. An engraving as a sign of pride from them, who became a wizard's guider in the world Guide.

“Hm? Looks like, the exam this time is much more difficult huh? Then go ahead,” said Aza while raising one hand.

Tacit.

Reve Nel Keres was silent, unless his body trembled violently over a disk floating in the air.

Down there were so many horrifying corpses throwing stones at him. And behind them, had stood a young girl.

Her hair is ponytailed. His eyes were flaming red and his clothes were like someone who was about to descend into the battlefield. The sword in hand and the shield in the handle, the sensation was far more terrifying than anyone he had ever met.

Reve had no idea who was in front of him, except for one thing he believed in. If he is, he will die if he faces it.

“Assandia (fighter) is rare and a curse that tarnishes it huh? Who could have thought that my blessing would be eaten by a brat like you? Looks like I, have to prove what your quality is like.”

Reve was also gasping to hear it. Still digesting correctly what the girl in front of him meant.

“S-who are you?”

And the woman raised the sword towards the young man above her.

“Athena, that's my name, O drop of the Lord.”