The Outer God Needs Warmth

As soon as I went outside, a blue light flashed in the distance, and several buildings were buried in ice.

I wasn't the only one who heard the explosion.

The people who were staying at the inn I came out of came out wondering what was going on, and some people even came out of the houses with weapons.

Maybe it's because this is the world, but there were many people wearing swords or armor.

I walked through them and headed toward the most violent scene in this town.

It's a town with a low density, with almost no buildings over three stories, but there are a lot of people.

There's a faint smell of charcoal mixed in with the pungent smell of burning.

The city center.

A place with buildings wrapped in barbed wire.

Soldiers and people are fighting there.

Usually, when soldiers and civilians fight, you think the soldiers should unilaterally kill people, but here, many people have a certain level of individual force.

That level isn't just fighting with clubs.

Swords or blunt weapons. And there are people holding shields and defending in front, and there are people shooting powerful magic from behind.

If the civilian side looks like a fantasy-like armed group, the army fighting them looks more like a futuristic army with clockwork weapons that look like steampunk.

That's strange.

What's strange is that there's no one on the civilian side who uses clockwork machines.@@novelbin@@

That's because only the poorest people use clockwork machines.

If you think about the clockwork machines that suddenly started killing people on the airship, you get the general idea. They can't be used for some reason.