While withstanding the wind pressure, we are stunned by the giant dragon who stepped down.
There was a white flash.
There was a big hole in my flank when I thought so.
"... Huh?
Soon after falling in love, jumping back to the right according to an unpleasant hunch, a flame ball will pass that will be two meters in diameter.
"I screw up... be"
"Ahhhh"
"Row...... ugh"
Lowe's scream reaches his ear as he is passively seized of the impact that caused the small explosion with the landing.
Perhaps an attack almost similar to what you did to me flew to Lowe as well.
You're distracted by me for eating the attack earlier, and even Rowe, who is far more stately than me, is blown away without even being able to be decent.
He doesn't seem to be dead, but unlike me, who got a good reception, Lowe, who gets blown away but stays, doesn't seem to be able to make it back for a while.
That's what the dragon bearing the name of Apocalypse decided, too, with his golden eyes gleaming at me and pointing Hate at me.
True dragon of reason. I don't know what that word means, but the pressure I feel is uninterrupted and enormous.
If you simply look at it, I think the presence in front of you is a named boss monster. However, is the existence in front of you really that easy to live with?
'Cause I don't see the level.???? I know that doesn't mean there's no level, but at least I've never heard of it being invisible.
There is also the possibility that if there are too many level differences, they will become invisible or something like that. Possible event combat as well.
However, either way, that's only a hopeless story.
Because the HP bar given to the dragon in front of you is superior to ten.
"One more minute..."
There didn't seem to be as much damage as it looks in the current blow, and as far as HP goes, there are more than two minutes left in the Hungry Wolf skill.
Fortunately, I have little pain, but I feel a pocky blank.
However, part of my stomach disappeared causing bleeding from defects, resulting in slip damage.
But I'm more worn out in the fight against Rowe than I was, and the time left to me was only marginal due to the slip damage doubled by the skill effect of the Hungry Wolf.
Now sort the situation out.
There is no winning eye.
We only have a few hours left.
I have no allies.
And he's the only enemy.
"Don't think it's that easy to die."
I shrugged in a damned mood as I pointed a gold bar at a true dragon in pitch black looking down at me with my trying eyes.
I understood in two seconds when I started fighting.
I'm not compatible with this guy.
It is the nearest worst opponent to me.
In conclusion.
True Dragon Apocalypse was a magical dragon.
"I'm too fucking gay!
Leave the dozens of centimetres of fireballs swept away by the machine gun as they decide on the earth with the agility of being forced to bottom up with gear and skills.
That number, five shots per second. It is unleashed to crush the path precisely, avoiding it by running endlessly and vertically at ease.
With my HP level now, I just scratched it and it's deadly. That fact raises the focus.
Although Apocalypse decided flashly only to appear, he has been seated almost without even changing his posture since he stepped down.
It was the mysterious flash I had used the first time that I stopped using it, but the occasional mixing of flameballs in the fireballs was so annoying that I was desperate to mock me for avoiding it.
Obviously they're playing. I don't care, but I couldn't afford to blame it, and all I could do was get away with it.
…… What...?
After avoiding it for about twenty seconds, the look of the magic formation of the fireballs that Apocalypse was expanding around changed.
What came out was a spear of light. The moment I saw it pointing this way, I was pulling my right half toward me.
At that moment, he makes a noise with the cuin, and the spear of light passes in front of him. I see that flash was the one that ejected this spear at high speed.
"Not if you say so!
Convenient, ten bottles. That was the number of spears Apocalypse had been pointing at me.
It was a complete coincidence that the first one was avoided.
"Goddamn it!
I can't avoid it. It will definitely kill you.
Do you lose without even being able to stick to it?
That's what I shouted regrettably and unexpectedly, that moment.
The colors of the world are gone.
When concentration reaches its limit, physical time can increase due to too accelerated thinking.
It feels like the world has gone slow. The all-powerful feeling that covers the entire body. When this happens, I can't stop trying to stop anymore.
If it's a sport, it's probably a phenomenon they call a zone. Or maybe it's something else.
But I don't care about that anymore.
There's only one thing that matters.
"Ah..."
My consciousness clearly perceived the impending 9 murder blades.
Everything doesn't fire at the same time.
Like you can chase me away, I'm falling apart.
For one thing, I bounce the light spear flying directly in front of me with a gold bar.
The second is a spear that drops its neck. The third fang provided earlier when I tried to crouch. A fourth bottle to pierce those who try to get through further in between.
I can't dodge left or right. The fifth or sixth spear is crushing left or right. Which one can deal with it?
I throw a gold bar at the route through which the fourth spear passes to offset it, and the spear up and down slips through the middle with a repetition so that it falls as-is.
Although I twisted my hands about the ground to twist the seventh one I had been aiming at when I landed, the eighth one, released just without allowing any further evasion, pierces me floating in the universe for a moment and unable to move - just before.
Light spears were bounced off by flying rapiers and I managed to land successfully. And at the same time, I completely discarded the remaining one treatment and touched the menu.
As expected, before the last one pierced me, Lowe jumped in as the wind sacrificed his arm to fly the light spear.
At that moment, I felt like Apocalypse had just a little surprised look on his face.
"Go."
Yeah, I know.
That's why I was getting ready for it.
I changed gear within just a few seconds of believing Rowe would make money, and I squeezed and jumped through all of my stats.
The fourth light spear plays the gold bar that was in the universe onto the stepping stone, shifting the angle. It becomes a red bullet and runs through the sky.
Of course, I don't have the skills to run in the sky, though that's only a metaphor.
Grab one end of the two-handed stick firmly with both hands and spin it around one turn.
(Sorry, Haru. Please forgive me)
In a thought stretched out to the extreme, I choose one art though I feel sorry for it.
I cut the strongest bill in my hand, screaming in a half-dozen moods.
"Finisha aaaaaaaaa!!
Destroying the weapon itself, a massive blow.
With the centrifugal force of rotation intact, I slammed a rururu-made two-handed stick into the horn of Apocalypse with my whole body.
The whole body of True Dragon rocked with the roar of Gaggiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!
One dot. No, less than one dot, but a definite blank occurs inside Apocalypse's HP bar.
The moment I confirmed that, my concentration was completely cut off and my whole body was out of strength.
With less than a few dozen seconds of defense now, we've completely exhausted our power.
Disadvantages of hungry wolves, slip damage.
And is there any damage from the drop?
Which way I'm going to die, and I was satisfied with one shot.
Let's scatter it clean, that's what I thought, and I noticed that there was no floating sensation associated with the fall.
It's floating. Instead, should I say "stopped"?
Me and Lowe, no. The world itself remained fixed like a golden bondage that couldn't even move.
In such a shocking phenomenon, further shocks strike us.
"I stopped time in space. Now their bodies are free from the interference of time."
The dragon in front of me spoke.
No, it was now that the monster was loaded with AI, just like the Red Wolf, but whether I could talk to that or not is a completely different story.
Inside, I was shocked to death, but in a still space, I didn't have the means to describe it.
In a world where everything has stopped, only Apocalypse is moving.
It was not a sound that shook the air, but a strange voice that reached the brain directly.
Unlike earlier, True Dragon looked to us with gentle eyes and accidentally flew only one dark magic formation towards the sky.
"Son of man, and son of ghosts. A reward for crushing one shard of my horn. Let me show you the magic of truth, the end of the devil's reason.
The dark magic formations that reached the sky gradually spread apart and overlapped, turning into laminated magic formations, like hundreds of meters of lids covering the sky if you notice.
Apocalypse quietly unleashed the magic formations, whilst groaning and still trying to expand.
"Falldown"
With the words of the dragon, again, time moves on.
If you describe the magic in a word.
The sky is falling.