Colossus Hunter

I approached Uriel Diablo.

In front of that fierce being, I became infinitely small.

In the eyes of the third party, Uriel was truly the embodiment of evil.

It was the black skin, the graceful body, the horse itself with horns and wings.

I slowly reached out and tried to contact Uriel.

[Fairy tale rates have risen dramatically 83% - > 88%]

[Enhancement limit increased.]

Even though I just came into contact with skin and skin, the assimilation rate rose.

It was a proof that another boundary with me began to be broken.

I took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the Black Wind Blade.

Blah!

Uriel Diablo's skin was firm. A dizzy sword won't scratch you. Even the Black Wind Blade was about to bounce off.

It must have been naturally strengthened from an external attack. It wasn't as hard as I used to be.

Boo-hoo!

I cut Uriel's calf with all my spirit power.

Then a small amount of blood ran out and I felt a strange thirst looking at it.

I sprayed my finger on the bottom of my tongue, and I felt dizzy.

‘Mmm-hmm! ’

It's intense, it's not about taste.

It was ten times harder to accept than Lyra's blood. The body, instinct, is rejecting and rejecting.

[You have obtained a transcendent factor.]

[The king's son. Partly overlaps with the arguments of an existing dragon race. The information in the argument is greatly enlarged and gains additional effects.]

[If you ‘transform’ a dragon, each transformation increases its Dark Tendency by 5. This applies even if the variation is released. In addition, all ‘Light’ related skills will be disabled. Conversely, ‘Dark’ skills significantly increase their effectiveness.]

[The body transforms dramatically. Be careful, incorrect deformations can lead to loss of self and human form.]

[Fairy tale rate has risen significantly 88% - > 93%]

[Enhancement limit has increased significantly.]

[Increases Magic Power through the ingestion of special blood.]

It was a dizzy sentence.

But what I looked at carefully was the phrase, "Be careful again."

Lose self and self. I mean, it could be a monster.

If I wanted to save Lyra, I told her to be prepared to abandon her human form.

However, it was clear that the transformation would absorb the emperor's magical power more clearly. The love of Lyra and Uriel will endure.

Soon, I made a decision.

‘Variation.’

I take it.

It's worth it.

And I believed in myself.

I'm not going to lose that much. I made a commitment not to lose.

Let's do it.

Blah, blah!

The bones, muscles, and screams begin to move.

* * * * *

It was hard.

For the last 100 years.

You succeeded in hitting the carpetdiem of the emperor who suffered and suffered many wars, but you felt the emperor's magic was infused and the whole body was freezing cold.

‘You can rest when you're tired. You've done enough, haven't you? ’

I felt like someone was talking to me.

You can stop now. Rya became more and more captivated by the intense temptation.

It's been a long 100 years since I fought alone. Armed with several layers of mind, it was a difficult time to endure. It almost collapsed several times, and every time, I tried to calm myself, but that was it.

Uriel Diablo has no sign of waking up.

Someone told me.

- You don't take Diablo's power and fall asleep forever?

I tried to deny it.

One year, two years, finally 10 years.

All the daemons are awake, but Uriel Diablo is still asleep. To protect him, Lyra gave up everything she had.

Twenty years later, all the wealth that had been accumulated through many great wars was wasted. The Knights of the Iron Blood, who followed Uriel and Lyra, also left the territory.

- We don't want to fight for someone who doesn't wake up.

Even those who had promised eternal vows eventually left.

Threats from the imperishable state and the carpetdiem of destruction.

Warriors are shrinking every day. Taking into consideration everything, he decided that 'there is no chance’ and turned away. You don't want to get killed.

I understand. I tried to understand.

So 30 years.

Everyone's gone, leaving Lyra and 500 Lancers behind.

But Lyra has won every battle again. Her name begins to fall into the abyss, and more people approach her.

- Be my concubine. If you give up your territory, I'll protect you from the carpet.

- Why don't you give up your territory and come under me?

Lord of the Great City, commander of the Legion.

They wanted Leira Diablo.

However, there was one condition.

Never give up your territory.

Leia refuses. Eyes twist and tempt, but she overcomes all. If you give up your territory as a Lord's Representative, who will protect our Diablo?

Rejecting all offers with a single sword, the aggressive attack begins again.

They didn't protect Lyra, and they didn't have the courage to fight the carpet.

If. one per bay.

If they had promised to protect Uriel, Leila might have fallen for it.

‘But not a single one. ’

Everyone was a coward.

Typical opportunists who are strong against the weak and weak against the strong.

I couldn't sell myself to those people.

That's 50 years.

Rya became immune to all sorts of dirty tricks and tricks. I knew how to hide my feelings completely, and I realized that if I didn't expect them, I wouldn't have any regrets.

‘Maybe he won't wake up. ’

Lyra's spines are poisoned.

The beautiful rose withered, and all that remained of the thorns longed only for death.

Queen of Thorns. Leopard of the battlefield.

She was betrayed several times, and she was the only one she could trust.

‘Let's trust no one. ’

I closed the door of my mind.

Meanwhile, Lyra's heart was slowly dying of isolation.

The smell of blood on your hands is not quenched.

There's nothing strange about it, no matter when it collapses.

And 100 years.

‘Ahh · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

He's awake.

The one who never seemed to wake up.

However, Leia was embarrassed.

I'm glad. I'm certainly glad, but I don't know what to do.

The world he faced would have been 100 years ago, but she didn't realize what she looked like 100 years ago. How does it look like it's going to stay the same? Wouldn't that be awkward?

So I tried on the mask.

The exhausted mind remains intact.

Little by little, the heart of the past was reviving, but it still does not remind me of myself 100 years ago.

Maybe even his mind was broken back then.

‘Fear.'

He asked us to treat each other as they are.

But what does it look like?

Lyra was afraid to take her mask off. She was not the Iron Horse 100 years ago. She's all grown up and has encountered so many ‘evil’ that she has changed, too.

Scary. I wonder if he'll ever get away again.

I don't need to see who I really am.

So I was greedy.

‘Make me feel needed. To do so, you need to consume the carpet of extermination. ’

Kill him.

Even if we don't kill them, we have to make the fight easier.

He believed that he could prove his worth.

She pretended to be strong even if she didn't show herself, but in the end she was so afraid.

Obviously, I was happy, but it seemed like I was going to cry because I was happy, but the words to show the opposite had become a decisive shackle.

- Idiot!

Someone's screaming.

How dare you speak to the Queen of Thorns? Do you think he wants to die?

Once upon a time, he would have slit his throat with a dagger. It would have made you stumble upon the pain of the thorns.

However, I am not angry.

It's rather warm. It's been a long time.

Heat rose gradually from the inside of my body that was getting cold.

Lyra Diablo.

Someone was talking to her.

- There is also stupidity. I didn't want that. Your very existence was my pleasure!

Who is it?

It was an unfamiliar voice.

But I felt very familiar.

He was standing at Leira's door.

Boom, boom!

He knocks at the door with his fist as the door falls out.

- How long are you going to be stuck in that narrow place? If it doesn't come out, I'll be disappointed. After all, Lyra Diablo, you were more of a coward than I thought.

The Queen of Thorns is called a coward.

Anyone in the Abyss would laugh a lot.

A coward who slaughtered countless monsters without blinking an eye.

- I didn't lose my light when I hoped. It was dignity that was never concealed even with a mask. Don't deny yourself that. If you don't believe in yourself, believe in me.

The light?

There can't be such a thing.

The abyss here is nothing but darkness.

She doesn't know anything about a world beyond the abyss.

It was an abyss to die weak, to die loose, and to die good.

Pharmaceutical meat. Only the strong can exist in this righteous abyss of light.

She didn't believe it. But trust him who believes in her. It's ridiculous, but it's also strangely convincing.

Yuck!

The door is open.

She raises her head.

He opens the door forcefully, reaching out his hand.

I don't know who it was, but it was a very reliable hand.

It was warm, and it seemed like the light was shining behind him.

Is that what he calls "light"?

- Come on, you don't belong in this cramped place.

He forcefully leads himself.

I grabbed him and dragged him out.

I couldn't find anything as coercive and caring as my eyes.

But she nods.

Maybe this is the time to find your true self.

I have an expectation that this person won't find her wherever she is.

With such expectations, she set foot outside the door.

* * * * *

My body was light.

It was like being reborn.

Lyra Diablo opens her eyes.

He was laid down on the leaves of the water of the world and revived.

Did you win the war? ’

If I had lost, I would not have opened my eyes.

The carpetdiems of the apocalypse are very hyper-organic and have a bad personality. I was happy to keep myself alive.

Then it means you've won.

Thank goodness.

Soon as she tried to put a smile on her mouth, she had to frown again.

Someone's next to you.

Exotic Energy. Rarely.

I quickly turned my head.

And he met me in the eye.

“Are you? ”

Laira of the underworld was in a state of panic.

There was a kind of monster I had never seen before.

There were several places where I didn't know how many different sizes, wings or hands, and half of my face was grimaced as if I had been burned.

However, the other half of his face is flailing with white bird feathers.

What a bizarre monster.

The creature looks very tired.

But for some reason, the way I looked at her was warm.

Lyra was in a hurry to get the thorns out.

“You're finally awake. ”

The monster smiles.

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