"But if you don't, you'll find it hard to get out of the dragon."

"Well, that's true."

"So, it's your suggestion, but let me put you on hold for now"

"Reserved?"

"I don't want to waste my power until the main unit passes through here."

"That's right."

Setuna nodded small, understanding what Quon meant by his remarks. I don't want to experiment rather than waste it. If you had experimented with the expansion of the protective barrier and whether you could seal the dragon's movements at random and deplete your spirit when the main unit at heart arrives, it would not be a joke.

The purpose of the Setunas is to help the main unit arrive at the Dragon House, not to defeat the Dragon. Setuna wants to defeat the dragon, but that means Quon won't allow imitations that would put the whole army at risk for such personal will.

Setuna is also convinced of that, and there is no room to pinch objections. First of all, we should give top priority to the Vlidia breakthrough of the main unit. To do so, it is obviously wrong to be able to give all the strength here and now. We have to fight in a way that leaves room.

"Even if we were on schedule, we still have time before the main unit arrives here"

"Until then, you're out of your hands."

"That sort of thing. Well, you just have to be as violent as you want. As long as I protect you, you're invincible."

Setuna nodded quietly as Quon said. I see no mistake in Quon's judgment. At least, I see more of the whole thing than Setuna was trying to do right now. After all, it is a dependable being.

(I'm still an idiot)

Re-facing the dragon with reflection.

Black-and-white dragons appeared not to be moving at all. He may or may not have been waiting for this operational meeting. You don't have to think about it because you don't leave the spectrum at all.

"What we need to do is buy time,"

Setuna re-gripped the pattern of the spear. The power is abundant. Fatigue also recovered a little. Thanks to the Ops meeting, yes. This will allow you to fight at your leisure. We can fight. For now, that's enough.

The sun hasn't risen yet.

Zalwarn's guardian dragon body lies ahead.

Guardian dragon.

The dragons appeared in the Fortress Trail of the Pentagon and have not moved a single step from the scene. It was exactly what should have been called a dragon in charge of guardianship. I haven't moved, but my figure has changed over and over again.

At first, it was the neck of a dragon covered in green outer skin. When the battle supposedly began, it became a dragon covered in a pitch-black outer shell. And a while back, it turned into a being with a right body of pitch black and a left body of pure white.

It was like a black spear and a white shield reputation, but Miliu thought so too. I can't think of anything else. The Guardian Dragon never tired of imitating Setuna's Summoning Armor, but also allowed him to recreate the Summoning Armor of Kuon-Kamiya. Did you try to carry the fight in your favor by doing so, or did you try to gain a spiritual advantage? Maybe it's both of them.

The active movement of the dragons tells the story of the intensity of the battle between the Setunas. Each and every step of the dragon is shown far forward, yet becoming as violent as a natural disaster. The dust rises and the trees blow up.

It was the main Gandhian army unit proceeding down the street, but every time we approached the site of Fort Vridia, we were in greater danger of getting into battle. Most importantly, if the battlefield were in sight, it would be extremely safe.

"You really don't know anything about dragons?

"I don't know. If I'd known, I'd have told you."

"... right"

Faria turned her gaze forward as she sighed.

If Miliu says it out so strongly, even if he's not convinced, he has to give up pursuing it. Better than the ex, I guess I'm not even suspicious. I just checked. Neither did Miliu, nor did he feel bad because he didn't know how Faria felt, but he didn't.

The horses with the two on board are taking the streets leading from Zeol to Fort Vridia. Of course, along with the Gandhian army headquarters. Under a sunny sky, more than seven thousand troops are moving forward with the momentum of soil and smoke.

The Milius are in the lead group of that great army.

Miliu is riding the same horse as Faria because she is a prisoner. It's not like Setuna, who doesn't even know how to ride a horse. It was a natural preference, such as horseback riding, if you try Miliu, who was also the princess of the Pendragon clan Revien family. I've hardly ever been on a military horse.

Miliu was turning his arms around Faria's waist, dressed in flashy armor, to avoid being shaken off by a diseased military horse. Bury your cheeks on Faria's back. The coolness of metal armor seems to remind me that this is reality.

(Reality... Reality, right? Everything, it's real)

The presence of dragons and giants standing forward, and the emergence of the fortifications of the Five-Way Defensive Regiment have vanished. And that thousands of Zalwarian lives have been lost.

No, maybe thousands of citizens have been sacrificed.

The five fortifications of the Pentagon were not just manned by the Dragontooth Army from the first to the fifth. The fort was like a city. There, thousands of individuals lived with the soldiers of the Dragontooth Army.

The Dragon House is a huge city with only the capital of Zalwarn. Maybe some of the residents of the fort had been transferred to the Dragon House. But not all. As far as Miliu's exploration of his memory was concerned, there was not even enough tolerance in the Dragon House to accommodate all the inhabitants of the Five Forts.

So how is one of the five forts?

(He's dead. Guys, he's dead)

Dead, the dragon showed up.

Hard to think of as the work of Mirelbas-Ryburn. Mirrelbus says he's a brilliant man. So much so that Orian, who looked down on that other person, opened his chest collar. I guess he's an extra person, Miliu thought from a very young age. And Mirelbus didn't look like the kind of person who would serve such a great thing.

Of course, it must have been Mirelbus, the national lord, who made the decision.

(Summoned... You were summoned, weren't you? I'm sure)

The five-headed dragon suddenly appeared on the five-way defense team. Witnessed just before the emergence was a line of spells, light and fluctuations that closely resembled the technique of armed summoning.

Emerging from nowhere is the same as armed summoning.

Although itineraries are different, the results are the same.

The dragon that emerged from the light is like an organism, and in that regard is also similar to the art of armed summoning. The Summoning Army is also a willing creature. It is an organism in the form of weapons and protective equipment.

More importantly, the five dragons, like Sir Miryu's phantom dragon (Ranryu today), imitated and showed their summoning arms.

(Sir Phantom Dragon could not be summoned)

Ever since the dragon appeared, I've tried many times hiding from the Phalia, but I never succeeded in summoning enough. This has never happened before. At least since she got out of the ground, she has never failed to summon Sir Phantom Dragon. I've summoned him more than once. Wrong spell, etc. That can't be true.

It doesn't seem like Sir Phantom Dragon has been summoned by another armed summoner, and that's why he can't respond to Miliu's summons. I'm not unanswered to the summons. I can't summon you.

Is Sir Phantom Dragon the dragon itself or is Sir Phantom Dragon involved in the summons of the dragon?

Either way, it was not considered irrelevant.

(And that technique belongs to that man...)

Miliu noticed himself in a rugged face, but couldn't do anything about it. Fortunately, we're in the middle of something. Nobody pays attention to Miliu or anything. So much so that in this situation we are even indifferent to Faria's outfit.

So she didn't care if her expression was distorted. It's not like I care about decency or anything.

The summoning ceremony learned by the armed summoner of the Dinobot Cave was composed by Orian-Libaien, who was the commander-in-chief of the Dinobot Cave.

Orian-Lebien.

A man who was the father of Miliu's fruit, who gave Miliu every happiness and took every happiness away from Miliu.

The person Miliu loved the most and hated the most.