A Wish to Grab Happiness

Left wing of the human army. The march of the rigidity of the giant Kalia and the Demon Army, sandwiched from front to back by the armies brought in by Reu, no longer maintained their physical shape as an army or anything else.

If Kalia wields the great sword of Black Scarlet, that alone will splash the scream, and the more fierce nature she leaves behind, the earlier she dies.

Those who are inspired by their instincts to sleep cowardice run around the streets in disruption, find a slight gap and run away, or become blood and meat to pollute the ground.

That wasn't a fight or anything. There are just those who squash and those who are squashed.

If we see it as a battle between the army and the army, this is the triumph of mankind. The demon army was slaughtered so that the dust could be swept away with a shovel.

The letters of victory emerge in the eyes of the soldiers with their ferocity. Even the laughter was starting to get zero.

In the meantime, the most noticed Sole was Commander Takaria.

"... what is this?"

Oddly clogging my throat. The chills became solid and stuck all over the body. The enemy is no longer scattered, and the Leu and Kalia armies have even joined. The left-wing victory is decisive. There is nothing to fear.

Even so, I can't stop being creepy. My fingertips are trembling.

"Dear Kalia, what's wrong? Sweat."

"... sweat?

I didn't realize until my deputy told me so. Pompous and sweat streaming down my forehead like a waterfall. Even so, it was surprisingly cold in my body. Whenever a drop of sweat drips, the heat is taken away.

I've never felt anything like this before. No, you're not. There it is. Karia grips the black scarlet with both hands.

- The Great Temple of Flimsrat. Golden woman. Divine Spirit Altius.

What comes to mind is the presence of the world as if it had fallen as-is. My face turned toward me. Karia wasn't sure she was standing right now.

"Uh, uh... at last. No. You must be aware of that reaction. It's very sensitive. It's a good thing. One leg or two. Or was it much too late? I have no choice. It's only after it's too late for anyone to realize that they were too late."

It was like poking and bouncing around, and then it was a voice with strange beauty. Kalia will soon know whose it belongs to. Close to Reu's vocal qualities, but it's like a different voice.

The gem Agatos, a demon with his hair turned red, continued his words closer to Kalia's feet.

"I was really hoping I could get rid of the demons and take back the fialert. I'm awake, alle. I can't keep it with anyone anymore. Unless that's what Altia came out with. I miss you. I miss you so much I feel nauseous."

The prolonged mouthfeel of every Agatos, but today it felt like it was faster than ever. Never calm down with her.

That hard and tight look spoke more eloquently than words.

Both Kalia and Agatos saw all the Volvato Royal Palace - a huge mountain sitting behind it.

There, there's something. No. Something, etc., is deception and comfort. I already know what that is.

"- The Great Devil Vrilligant"

Not from either side, but the words were zero in the hollow. Signs of a mythical monster to fear are starting to leak from there.

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The Red Copper Dragon Shadow Raptor zeroes its body out of the melting sun. The ideal world of poison no longer disappeared, and only the one demon was there. There is no longer any indication that there was a demon.

Moment after moment, Shadrapt snarls his nose. And smacked his tongue small in the mouth.

Intense, such a demonic scent that your nose is going to be paralyzed. Not very much, but not something this demon can taste in thin times.

Stuck, something happened. I only have one idea of that.

If you turned your gaze to the lid, there was him in the street. Apparently the Demon Army is scattered and the Human Army is in the midst of restructuring.

Just the hell he was looking at the palace and the mountain behind it.

"-Oh. That was fast. Did you enjoy that? It must have been old knowledge."

Rugis didn't even look back at Shadrapt, he showed his back and spoke.

Shadrapt doesn't know how far he hears from Junelba and how far he guesses. But either way, I decided that now his consciousness was directed at me, not at me, but at me.

"... you've got a scary scary dragon. You run away. Are you going?"

Pulling the devil's sword on his shoulder, Rugis said. There was no very tense wind either.

"Ooh, well. Go."

Shadrapt almost even sighed. I thought it was something that turned into a demon and became a little demonic, it's as if it's no different.

Facing Vrilligant, for example, is like waving a bright white dies. Nowhere, such as the winning eye, results are the same no matter what side comes out. I couldn't save him because he wanted to get on that battle from me.

In the end he remains foolish. Shadrapt says, like a throwaway dialogue.

"Isn't Vrilligant the bearer of mythology? You're not the one who can handle it as much as you have the original. If you want to die, do what you want."

Shadrapt thought this word would be futile too. Anyway, we know that there is no victory with Rugis. I guess you answer that you can't still not.

It was an outrageous thing. I can never understand Shadrapt, where perfection is everything. It's the most derogatory thing to do.

Rugis said, still showing his back.

"- Whoa, whoa. Give me a break, Shad. You think I'm going to have a fight I can't win?"

"... Huh?

Turning his heel back, Shadrapt made an unexpectedly relaxed voice. Rugis' words didn't swallow well after a few seconds.

Win, to what. Vrilligant, stupid.

For a moment when Shadrapt formed such a question in his chest, Rugis looked back and smiled. The Devil's Sword twirls and gently strokes the hollow.

"It's easy, isn't it? One dragon missed entering the graveyard. I already know how to kill you."

Are you serious? Unexpectedly Shadrapt looked at Rugis, letting his red head swoop. That didn't taste good, she thought.

Rugis' crimson eyes capture Shadrapt straight. It was a strong, unbelievable gaze at a new demon.

"You go out with me, Shad. I guess I don't want him alive. Then I'll kill you. Just take me."

That was a word I miss, I remember hearing.

Even in the eternal life of Shadrapt, there are only two beings, including Rugis, who proclaim that they can kill Vriligant, etc. The first person I spoke to was a human being.

A glorious golden human being.

- All you have to do is lead. I'll kill the evil dragon for you.

That said, she did accomplish it.

Even then, Shadrapt thought he might have felt this way. After the tour, stick only your wings out of your back and point your lips.

"... it would be nice if we just dropped it from the top. I don't want to be near you."

"That's good. I'll do it all later. It'll be enough for the price."

Sure. With some danger, if Vrilligant dies, it's too much for both hands to hold. And even if, in due course, the Rugis Demon is dead.

For Shadrapt, there is only one less person who can kill himself. Nor can that be said to be bad.

"Then you should be caught. You'll be there in a flash."

Spread your hands, Shadrapt said. The roar of the dragon with its eyes open was going to be heard in its ears.

For the first time in a long time, we will be approaching the monster with open eyes. Shadrapt never believed in Rugis or anything, but he was still in the mood to try and shake his cock.