I remember that day unexpectedly.
"Let's start with how you hold the sword, Ray!
A mild afternoon where bug spirals and bird chirping harmoniously.
My father was laughing happily.
"The sword..."
Tense a bit higher than usual about what makes you so happy.
"For the first time, you look great! That's my boy."
My father nodded loudly, and I dropped my gaze to the wooden sword at hand.
"Then I'll teach you first from the ultimate in the use of the sword!
A father who softens up shapes and punches and speaks the ultimate to a child who learns the sword for the first time. I was half-eyed and smiling.
"First of all, the first extreme..."
But he doesn't notice my squeaky face like that, and my dad talks about the ultimate in a perky and upbeat mood.
"─ Finally, this is the most important thing. Don't forget to smile when you fight."
I've been listening to everything in half. Because I didn't know what that meant.
But I kind of remembered to say smile when I fought this fight. Ever.
Because I wondered if that was the strength of this man.
So whenever I think of this day, I think of it.
─ ─ Bashaaa!
Darkening vision. An abyss like the bottom of dark darkness, in an instant, takes away the light of the world. What you hear in it is an ear-burning roar.
When the black-covered vision returns, the scorching fire scorches the earth red.
There, it's like an arena surrounded by fire. There is no such thing as a raw hatred and a fervently cheering audience, but in the sense of death, it was certainly a stage there.
In the midst of that fire, there are two shadows that stagger. Elgranda, the demon emperor who wraps up in the darkness to see the flames of evil, and Redick, the immortal bird who waves a fierce scarlet sword that won't even burn the fires of hell.
The battle between the two grows in intensity. There was no earth that was already in shape as far as I could see.
Exposed to the relentless destruction of sorcery, or melt out like a magma. It is also foolish to count the wounds to the earth engraved by the battle between the two.
Neither of them has increased one wound after another, even though every blow is a lethal attack, either at sunset or in a long, breathtaking and intense battle that seems to last several hours.
The sky watching the battle was covered in a disastrous black cloud.
Battle fires of increased intensity. The smoke it has created is thick enough to block the evening sun radiation, and it is also spreading wide enough.
A constant descent from that sky is a black lightning bolt. It darkens the sight, only momentarily, but with a dazzling effect. The place where the black thunder fell was stained black, whether it was burned by that heat or fell into the darkness.
Black thunder falls into the mountains. Vision to blackout. In the sight that immediately began to return, the two figures were moving in the direction of the town.
Demon King who repeats fire and regeneration. One, a thousand different, unafraid witchcraft as one, with just that one sword, Redick. Right now, I haven't used anything but my magic fill skills. Whether that's an indication of leeway or another reason, Redick's will know.
Meanwhile, the demon king, who could slash and lay low on his exhausting moves, saw a demon costume that melted out with drools and realized something.
"─ Are you getting more fever?
"Didn't I tell you? It's too late to wake up."
Tattoos were reddened when I saw them. There was a slight increase in fever with the glow of red, as if blood were passed through the wrinkles and the body.
Like a Yangtze, the perimeter of the sword looks distorted. You look like you're about to set up some kind of fantasy.
"I didn't ask. But if you fight like this, your child and I seem to fight a lot differently. When you fight him, you're really tired of your head. You're too simple, so you don't have to."
"I don't like thinking about it. All you need to fight is enough swords to kill your enemies. Didn't I?"
"It must be. But sometimes I try to reach out to weapons other than swords. From there, new ideas may arise and new swords may arise."
Blackflame elephant of a sword. It's like imitating Redick's sword, which condenses enormous amounts of heat into its tiny size.
"Do that in Temehe et al. It's a little difficult for me. It doesn't look good."
Flashing sword of the horizontal giraffe. It broke the same black flame sword as Ray's move to compress his magic and wrapped it in fire in an instant.
As if inspired by its fireworks, the red fever of the tattoo goes even further, and finally the light hits the eyes of the dragon.
At that moment, the Demon King felt an unspeakable fear and took his distance.
A red light leaking out of the dragon's eyes drifts a muscle of lines into the air. It swims through the air as if its eyes were moving and eventually stretches it to the face of the Demon King and stops.
The sword begins to pulse. Dokun, the more you are likely to hear the beat of Dokun and his heart, the more relaxed, then the more vigorously the tattoo flashes.
Change doesn't stay just that. The sword burned violently and began to flourish.
"Apparently, your partner's totally awake, huh?
"The sword... woke up...?
The Demon King repeated Ledik's words in a blatant manner.
None of the suspicions are the same as earlier. Because Redick's attitude showed the truth that he wasn't lying.
In a fiercely lit fire, the tattoo of a hidden sword shifts and rises. Meanwhile, Redik didn't make it slight and Elgranda couldn't move again.
The dragon of fire, rising high in heaven, once disappeared into the black clouds, ignited all of it and spread its flames.
The sky was burning. An unusual heat shot poured out of the sky and the heat stood in like in a sauna.
Ledik's hand inadvertently reaches into the scorching sky. Then a pillar of fire was thrust down to the scarlet flame at the end of his hand to be invited to it.
Fire falling from the sky, as if it were a waterfall, is swallowed up, as it passes all of its heat to scarlet flames.
The heartbeat of the tattoo increases in intensity. Doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-eight
"You're a burning cunt!"
It is the sword flash of fire. The rough fire releases the burning heat hidden within.
There's nowhere to escape.
A fluctuation of heat that I don't think was created by a narrowed body to slaughter people. A bonfire that just burns everything in front of you. Its wild, disturbing scorching flames are just the dragon's breath itself.
"Huh...! Black Hole Ruh!"
A demon king who perceived danger as soon as possible and instantly activated the finest dark magic. The darkness of swallowing everything and the fireworks of burning everything down clashed.
A fierce turbulent light plays and the shock of rocking the earth rushes through with the sound of the earth.
Ahead it ran through, the earth raced up with the sound of the earth, and the buildings of the cities and villages began to collapse one after the other, and people shook themselves in fear.
If you look up at the sky, the sky was divided into two parts.
At the edge of evening and night, bumping into each other is the black of the abyss and the red of the burning fire.
The light of darkness, which swallows everything, swallows and breaks down even the light of the sun. In contrast, the light of the fireworks that burns everything up dyes the sky into a sunset color.
The two moves antagonize each other and do not give way to any of them.
The clash of moves, which also continues to accelerate momentum, spreads like a wall separating heaven, mixing red and black, melting together.
But black to swallow and red to burn. Beyond the allowable amount, fireworks that do not know the inferior will eventually dye the world red with their darkness.
"Shield!
The scorching fire that burns out the darkness stretches over the earth, swallowing the demon king who created a shield on the front of his body. Even if you rub the city walls and evaporate them instantly, the heat doesn't know it will subside, and the sword keeps setting fire to it.
Everywhere and everywhere, to the other side of the horizon, the scorching runoff melts the ground, swallows what lies ahead inside and stretches.
Later remained the lava path. Its semi-circular path, which runs straight, like a deeply dictated moat, was covered in drools and fluid magma.
"What... what...?
Redick, convinced of his response and loosened his expression.
Thus, Redick, who fingered down the burn that had reached his nose, stopped the words along the way and looked down at his chest.
There, tentacles stretched from the ground behind him were growing through the middle of his chest.
"Huh!
"Oh, Father. 8265."
Ledik threw up blood and put his knee on the ground.
For Ray, an instant event that was overwhelming and dazed by the two moves. Ray, watching from afar to stay out of the way, makes a sad cry and rushes over.
But faster than that, it was those of Elgranda who arrived before Redik.
"Apparently, you're the one who's gonna die this time."
The clothes are mostly burned out and severe burns all over the body are noticeable. The broken right arm had disappeared somewhere with each of its bones.
"Omeh, too, would have been a stranger."
One arm burned to a large burn all over his body. Though the blood has stopped due to spicy swelling, that's just the blood burned.
But that's not fatal. By contrast, Redick's wounds are fatal wounds of few things.
"Well, shall we just push it?"
The Demon King pierced Redick's chest, unable to move on his knees, with his remaining left arm without hesitation.
"Eh!
There was little blood splash. Instead, at the tip of its arm, the heart, which had been pulled a thousand times and stopped moving, was gripped.
"Ahhhhh..."
My mouth broke, I didn't get a word.
I couldn't close my eyes because my eyelids had been removed.
My bones melted, my legs didn't move.
Hard to describe emotions, unlike haste, sadness, or anger, fill the mind, the body.
"Ugh, no..."
The voice that finally squeezed out, trembled, was plundering.
Pickle's immobile eyes did not let go, capturing Redick's heart in the grip of the Demon King.
By the time it's definitive, you haven't been poked to death. Note that the mind, only the mind, keeps screaming that this is a dream if it can't be.
But neither his arms piercing his chest, nor his forcefully pulled, thousand-amputated heart, nor the back of his immobile father with his knees, were all deceitful or anything.
Ston and his body lose power. My heart's emotions are slow, as if everything had gotten better.
Lei, standing on his knees, lowered his arms without force and dropped his gaze flashly to the ground.
"─ Man, you look pathetic."
Oh... I heard voices.
I can only hear myself, I don't want to hear you, but I can hear the voice of the dead...
Ray doesn't look up. If I put it up, I would see a sight that I didn't even want to see, an eye that wouldn't close with it open.
There is a strong fire everywhere in my eyes seeping tears that I don't even know where I'm looking like that. To the heat of that fire, no, to the warmth, Ray raised a weak face that seemed to cry out slowly.
"Then, stupid..."
What pierced Ray's eye was a big rocky back that never wavered. It's a big, unshakeable back, whether the wind hole opens or the nucleus of it is gone.
"─ When you pierce my chest, you die, who decides?"
A broken leg stands on the ground again.
"Who said you'd die if you smashed my heart?"
A thick arm like a tree trunk grabs up a foreign object that has penetrated your chest.
"On your own, don't make up your mind, you idiot"
Draping blood from the edge of his lips, raising the corner of his mouth and laughing, engraves fear in the Demon King.
Kill or not, the beginning of the fear of not dying.
"I'll decide how I die. Wow!!
Scarlet flames that fire in response to shouting. It radiates the vast heat that is retained in it, and the earth burns.
"Ha... let go!
What lights the eyes of the Demon King is awe. Crushing your heart, it's a firework that adds momentum to your decline. And even before his definitive death, he put fear in the face of a man who wouldn't stop laughing.
The demonic costume on the left arm that passes through Redik's body deforms and bursts inside. Slashing and engraving his guts directly. Besides, Redick threw up blood laughing.
But... I can't fall. I won't let go of my hand.
Instead, the momentum of the fire, which gradually intensifies, burns the demonic costume, even though it is not directly touching it, and the power of the arms increases with every chase of time.
"Again."
That's what I said, the scorching sword wielded again. It dissolved the demonic costume of the demon king's left arm without resistance or anything, and the flesh and bones in it were torn apart, and the roar of the dragon of fire was unleashed.
The second turbidity of the Red Lotus.
A scorching fire scorches the heavens, and melts the building down like lava. Released slightly off the side of Magma's path, it broke through the outer walls that had held back hundreds of years and demonic incursions, plundering the corner of the city. The building is instantly red-hot and melts down.
Severe roaring and earthquaking. The sky near the red-burning Wangdu.
Everyone who was surviving the King's Capital, who was beginning to evacuate, breathes into the big explosion and intense heat shooting as if the sun had fallen right next to him.
More than a decade ago, everyone accidentally opened their mouths and consolidated themselves to the shock as if the disaster that struck the land had descended again and the greatness of the hero who caused it.
"What is it, bogus?"
Hero "The Immortal Bird" laughs.
Rigorously pull the arm with the tip melting off your chest and throw it into the magma, with a sword on your shoulder that won't feel the heat or keeps burning.
He did not waver at the impact of the explosion and stood idly.
But the wound didn't heal. Blood overflows from his cavity chest, and blood water flows backwards towards his throat.
"Gaha!"
"Father...... ugh!
Redik broke his knee again and flew the water droplets accumulating on the ground. The droplets are not rainwater accumulated on the ground.
Blood.
It's a water reservoir made of Redick's blood, out of his heart's lost chest.
"Oh... hey, shit"
"Oh, Father, are you okay...? Immediately treat..."
Ray takes the mouth of the potion, wishing for a miracle, in front of Redick's face on his knees, crooked in tears.
But Redick, breathing roughly, refused to do so.
"No. It's no use, that's not it"
"Waste......? Oh, please don't joke at a time like this..."
Are you referring to the words of Redick?
Being able to move so much with a body without a heart is a joke in itself.
I guess that's why Ray is upset, crying face, holding onto Redick's open chest.
But Redick bounces off Ray's hand like that and gets up.
"Because this is the time. - It's not over yet."
Ahead of Ledik, there was a demon king who had lost both arms.
In the lava sea, the Demon King used his tentacles to cause his body. The skin on the face is half melted off and the tuna is no longer equal. The cut on the left hand is burnt and the blood is stopped because of it. The right arm melts down to the shoulder at a level that doubts its existence, as if it hadn't begun any more, and the appearance draws a sleek curve.
Despite that state of affairs, the Demon King, who jumped out of the lava sea, lowers his legs over the black scorched earth with excess heat.
"An immortal bird is... well said, isn't it? I never thought I'd get that blow from that state..."
"Demon King...!
"Stay back, Ray"
Leddick decided on his own that he couldn't fight anymore. No, Leddick held Ray back with his left hand, who didn't want him to fight.
"Are you going to lose your heart and still do it with me? There is also a strong vitality. Stay there and crawl."
materialization. And 10 sharp tentacles compressed were stretched out per parent and child. Ray brightened up the light of a near time limit, pulled out his sword and unleashed...
─ ─ Tons.
With a light, but hard, chest slap, Ray falls back.
"Become..."
For a moment, understanding is delayed. With that extra mild impact, my body is about to fall.
And that eye shows Redick jumping into a tentacle storm...
"No, Father!
Blood falling from the wound that was chosen hangs on his face. Ray's hand, who tried to stop him, just reaches or walks away from his body.
And to shield Ray with his body, the Reddick who came forward...
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
Something, I think I uttered a word. But not long after he understood what he had said, in front of Ray's eyes - Redick was rarely stabbed in the tentacles.
With a sword burning in the fire, even Redick, who had cut down to three pieces, could not break his tentacles fleshy in an instant when he was seriously wounded in death. No, maybe I couldn't. Because Ray was behind us.
Blood drips from the sharp tips of seven red and black glows.
Kakun and Redik's neck fell behind him.
"The end of a hero is something you won't look at again and again."
Yes, it's too lame. Is it such a disquieting thing?
A moment when your life runs out is.
"Ahhh!!!
Tears overflow from Ray's eyes. I don't like it, if I don't like it, I shake my head like a child and stretch my trembling hand to Redick.
And then...
─ ─ Dossin '!
The ground rocked. No, the more I felt that way, the stronger the ground sounded.
Again.
─ ─ Dossin '!
The source of that earthquake is the foot of Redick, who tilted his neck.
He's got holes all over his body, and he's bleeding like an idiot. But that powerful footstep was definitely Redick's footsteps.
Instead of the left foot, the right foot comes forward. While his body is pierced by tentacles, he further reduces it without even trying to pull it out, and his opposite back winds back forcefully.
And his neck stood facing the front.
"Oh my... such a stupid thing... I should be able to live with that body..."
It was suspicious that he was already breathing.
But that doesn't matter now.
"I..."
Whether you have a breath or a heart, that doesn't matter.
There is still life. I'm still conscious. I still have things to do.
Then...
"Oh, I..."
While you're still alive, it's just a story to do.
"─ It's Redick the Undead Bird. Ahhh!!!
Redik, who spits blood and screams, flashes his sword. Burn down all the tentacles that pierce you in a flash.
The figure is exactly what the two names "Immortal Birds" were once given to him for saving the King's capital, a man who will not burn even death.
Including the Demon King, Ray deeply engraved in his heart the meaning of the word immortal, along with the cries of Redick.
In response to the roar, the flames that were out of the sword add momentum, and the magic and the earth grow into a burning fire that burns everything in front of them.
The scorching fire also ignites Ledik himself, and burns even hotter, red.
"Unhelpful... are you willing to scorch the blood from every wound"
"Don't make me say it again and again...... horse deer bastard. I'm an undead bird. A man of immortality who burns himself and rises out of his ashes, even if he dies."
What an outrage.
But the Demon King was aware that he was trembling at the rampage.
elimination of future hazards, not the present. That should have been the only purpose, but in its present progression the Demon King feels himself in danger.
Would there ever have been a man so scratched, so close to death, still smiling?
-No. He can't even be here.
This man, surely, here and now, must be killed.
"... fine. Burn yourselves, and let me save you from that readiness to continue to stand up to me."
"Come on. Burn it all down."
The demon king softly gave birth to a replacement for his lost arm and put it up high on his hips.
- Magic Gun.
It's a big spear created by magical materialization. However, due to its magic processing skills, it increases compression and hardness to the limit as you look at it.
A magic fill is applied to cover it, and the part of the spear pattern is fitted with magic that is not materialized so that magic can be ejected at any time. Furthermore, the Demon King himself who casts it is ready for demonic contraction and magic spraying at any time, and its casting power is immeasurable with the addition of rigid arms that surpass the lay even with pure power.
In order to maintain materialization, the spear has never been broken because it can replenish magic at any time from the Demon Thread that keeps you connected to the Demon King.
True, it's the strongest spear.
Having instinctively guessed it, Redick stepped forward as the Demon King pitched his spear.
Australian and Australian speeds collide.
or a black spear with no life.
or heroes with immortal fire.
Heroes never struck a sword, nor a fire, toward the mightiest spear.
Reddick hit his own body.
There is no such thing as defense.
There's no better attack than that, and I'm not willing to.
What he chose was a misplaced choice to be pierced by the strongest spear.
Upper body, 80% of which disappears.
Repeating the extinction of the demonic bomb on its surface, its spear wiped out a vessel called flesh.
But 20% of its surface could not be erased, but through the spear, through the thread of magic that leads to it, it reaches there.
To where we decided to end.
"Nah... why aren't you dying... ugh! With all these scratches! Lose so much flesh! Why aren't you down yet? Awesome!
I can't fit in stunned anymore. In the eyes of the Demon King is the fear of immortality.
To that fear, the Demon King's feet, who pulled his body so as to let it go, step on the lava a a few steps away.
For a moment, the Demon King deflected consciousness from its fever to its feet. There, the fear of immortality loomed once and for all.
Redick possessed the demon king with his left arm to keep Gabba and his blowout body. He suggested the end of fear with a mouth that no longer had the blood to spit out.
"Me... I was dead a long time ago... so I'm an undead bird... but it just doesn't look like I'm getting in here anymore..."
I don't even have the power to shout anymore.
Well, his flames won't weaken.
"Fuck you with me."
The fire doesn't fit in the sword and runs all over Redick's body like he wants a place to go.
"Ya stop it, dad...... ugh! I'll... I'll take him down, so stop it!
Ray runs over to tears pitifully, asking me to stop screaming sadly.
With such a ray, filled with blood and buried in flames, but with an unusual smile, Redik burns out his final powers.
"- End of flame"
End flames.
Literally, the sword moves of the fireworks that will be the end of Redick's life.
Not tired of the immense magic he possesses, turning his body, his life, his mind, all to wipe out his enemies to a fraction of his soul.
I stabbed my sword to the ground.
"It was a good life. Crap, crap."
The last fire rises.
Burning columns scorching the sky run up the sky strong and also free.
"Ahhh..."
Ledik, who had vanished into the fire in front of Ray, stood still, never stopped laughing until the last moment, when his body burned out.