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"This......!!
A blue flame gushes from my palm.
The neck of a dragon stretched out of the floor fell down powerlessly, wondering if it had screamed bitterly.
"Finally one head..."
Not even while I sigh.
Trizadra's neck stretches out of the floor, and so do those two heads.
"Brace coming! Back off!!
Ruby, sensitive to Trizadra's behavior, issues a decree.
Me and Mr. Gawayne backed off with all our might, and shortly afterwards, dodged the pouring flame breath.
Thanks to Ruby with a sharp eye, he had also managed to lift a corrugated attack by his three-headed neck.
The problem is firepower.
Originally, Mr. Elvis, the best offensive among us, is out of spirit and unable to move.
It's become Roost (apparently) I'm the main one and the only way to attack it, but I'm still not used to handling the blue flames.
If you accidentally mis-controlled and burned to your side, you're done.
As a result, I also have no choice but to surprise attack, inviting a prolonged battle.
But the most painful part must have gotten over it.
Defeating one head and having two necks simply reduces the maneuver of the attack.
You should have less time to evade and be able to attack more aggressively!
"Guys! Actively - kick...?
My words stop.
Trizadra started a move she'd never seen before.
He shook and roared high toward the ceiling.
Tremors quickly turn to shaking.
The floor was shaking.
We get out of balance and poke our hands on the floor.
A crack ran on the floor.
The loess stone block collapses like a building block around the stretched two dragon necks.
A huge room with a whole school building.
At its center, there was a big hole.
The darkness of Nara, from the bottom of it.
Ugh.
A giant torso (...) reveals itself.
I had forelegs.
No, should I call it an arm?
To call it forefoot, it's too long and thick.
Yes, like a human being.
Arms are far higher than ours.
The surviving two-headed neck looks down at us from even higher heights.
I got up.
This guy has been with us ever since, four (...) tho (...) tho (...) tho (...) tho (...) tho (...) tho (...) tho (...).
The risen Trizadra - a giant Lizardman, not a dragon - accidentally stuck his bent arm into the wall.
Pulled out spilling rags and debris was a horribly huge sword.
I can no longer but laugh.
Such an impossible sight.
In a different space named Dungeon, something like a child's delusion happens flat out.
"Did you like it?
Aaron Bruit, in front of the door to the junction control room, was grinning like a child who had succeeded in mischief.
"Big dragon. Big sword. Isn't that exactly a man's dream? Totally fun. Hey, this spiritual trick!
I don't know, aren't you stupid!?
Don't involve us in your play!
"This is the real deal - have fun."
One of the necks, which was drooping without force, rose up to regain strength.
It was the front seat, until now.
Until Trizadra shows her true appearance, just a pastime.
That's all we had, we were full of...
Trizadra wielded a giant sword that seemed to make even the mountain into two.
From the angle of your arm, you can see at a glance what kind of attack is coming.
Yokoyagi.
It's like licking the whole place we're standing.
My head turned bright white.
I can't think of the means to avoid it.
Then defense?
It's not even a joke.
How am I supposed to prevent a chunk of iron that size?
The respite, which should have been only a little, was spent just confirming despair.
A giant sword is wielded by a horizontal sword.
It's like a blow from God.
A wave of heavenly punishment that sweeps away life from the earth.
It turns the floor up one after the other just by impact, and eventually...
- Not yet.
The shock blew through.
My hair was so swept by the wind...
- It was just that.
- - WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The late roar echoed all over the place and was not heard well.
Just.
There's only one thing I know.
It means that the blow Trizadra wielded was bounced back head-on.
"Not yet... I haven't (...)"
He stood in a position that sheltered us.
From its right hand, a space with upside-down flips extends in a banded fashion.
Mirage sword.
He bounced back a giant sword that would even cut off a mountain with a super high mass of air that didn't even have an entity.
"I'm not done yet. Leave me alone, I won't let you get started."
The words to be whined are like declaring war.
Not to Trizadra.
Not to Aaron Bruit.
To everything in the world, a declaration of war.
"My name is Elvis-Kunz Windsor."
arrogant.
Exceptionally.
But dare.
"Spiritual Academy of Arts, Department of Combat, Class S, with a two-step position"
Mr. Elvis, who spent two and a half years in the same classroom, told no one.
"And (...), a man who will be the strongest king"
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◆ Elvis ◆
Be the mightiest king.
That's what my mother said.
The strongest is the one who stands side by side.
The strongest is he who guides all the people with his presence.
The mightiest of kings doesn't need friends.
The answer, I'm sure, will remain the same.
My ideals are the same now.
Still.
I can never forgive myself for not being able to fight for my friends here and now.
- Back off.
Looking up at the three-necked dragon that can carry a giant sword, I set up a mirage sword.
This is temporary emotion.
Ideal and reality.
Beliefs and emotions.
I'm sure I'll pay for the inconsistencies that lie between them one day.
- But that's why.
Is it right to abandon everyone who has spent less than two and a half years?
Is it my ideal idea to cut it off like a toy that I'm tired of not needing?
Is the King's appearance, dreaming of his mother's words, really such crap?
No, something was screaming.
Maybe the very thing I once dreamed of was a childish delusion.
Reality is more cynical.
The inside is more boring.
Maybe that's who I admired.
No, it's not.
Still, my heart was screaming.
Even if the reality is far from ideal.
Even if reality is different from dreams.
I know more about the beauty of what I once admired than anyone else.
I know more about the dignity of one day's dreams than anyone else!
I asked to be.
I wanted to be there.
Then how can you give up?
Talk to me about reality.
Sage, talk about despair.
Do I (you) admire myself for just justifying a setback -!!
If you want to fall, let's fall through it.
All the detours, I can't go wrong with just where I'm going.
One step taken for the ideal is...
- Because you can never, ever put it back.
The dragon growls in recognition of his enemy (me).
I created a layer of high mass atmosphere on the soles of my feet and kicked in the void, rising to the same height as my triple neck.
I took it off when I lost my spirits, but I'm never in the right shape.
I don't know when the spiritual power I've just recovered will reach its limits.
Superior.
Let's twist down adversity.
I can't believe the path I chose was twisted.
- I knew about that extent, by the time my baby teeth fell out.
The air roared.
The walls tremble billibly.
The dust falls all over.
What they told the story was the magnitude of the ripple shock.
But.
Mirage swords and giant swords that also cut off the mountains.
The two collisions...
- It was about (...) after that.
Go.
Huh.
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Huh.
The roar that actually erupted at the moment of the clash is no longer even hard to grasp the full story.
Far beyond the human identification threshold, the tympanic membrane captures only a fraction of it.
It's in there, and my "King's Eye" captures only the information I need.
Clashes are mutual.
The giant sword bounced back big.
But the enemy is not out of shape.
- Three necks moving!
Three necks emit red lotus flames at the same time.
I was on the verge of sensing it, kicking the universe and dodging it to the side.
Now.
Chance to fight back......!
Wave the mirage sword.
A mirage reflecting the upside down sight scraped the walls galloping,
"Shit......!
Zero debris falls from the shredded walls.
Underneath, there were you, Gawayne, Azerea, and Ruby.
I hadn't even noticed the range of the mirage sword......!
My impatience for mistakes creates confusion in my sword muscle.
Giant dragon Trizadra didn't miss it.
A hand without a giant sword stretches out unexpectedly fast.
I gave up my sword strike and tried to escape, but it was too late to avoid it.
"Gu......!
I get my whole body grabbed with huge hands.
Only my arms barely escaped restraint.
But I don't care about that now.
"Guys!!!
Where everyone in S-class was, there was a noose of rubble piling up.
The junction should be working, so I didn't die instantly.
But there's no difference between being buried alive.
We need to help quickly......!
- and.
The moment I thought.
A blue flame burst out of the rubble.
It's like a volcanic eruption.
That's what the debris blew up like a volcanic bullet and scattered all over it.
After the rubble disappeared, there was a silver membrane strewn like a tent.
Iron.
I must have manipulated armor or something and created an impromptu safety zone.
When the silver membrane disappeared, three people appeared from inside.
Mr. Gawayne, Mr. Azerea, Mr. Ruby.
They were all intact.
"Prince Kkolaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Mr. Ruby yells at me quickly.
Naturally angry.
I opened my mouth to apologize.
"na (...) to (...) chi (...) i (...) to (...) n (...) ah!!! We are such yawns whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!"
- Ah.
Oh.
Oh well.
"...... p,...... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Oh well.
You're a jerk!
You don't have to worry about me!
That's right.
What was I mistaken about?
There's no ordinary citizen here anywhere.
Department of Combat s class.
A selection of prodigies.
And...
- Elvis-Kunz Windsor's, classmate.
If so.
Don't hesitate to show him.
"-" Pimont "!!
"Ay!!!!"
With a big indulgence, a shadow appeared that swayed like a palatine flame.
A luxurious physique that can't be worn with men or women.
A crown scattered with luxurious gems over its head.
And the wings, which are the unbelievable, are spread upon their backs.
It's my partner, Pimont of the Unrest.
"Phew...... Elvis, you've apparently blown it off!!!!!
Literally, the noise of bypassing.
This guy just makes a scene from the side, and he won't do anything to me.
But this is the spirit that has given birth to so many kings.
I'm sure he's determined.
Whether I am the King or not. [M]
So - it's not that.
I say.
"Yeah - let's do everything we can"
"Ok here I come!!!!!!"
Huge eyes appeared on the ceiling.
Black eyes sucking in everything make room for every corner.
A vast amount of information came into me through "King's Eye".
- Start searching
From the vast amount of information, the task of retrieving only what is needed begins.
- - Search [atmospheric mass around Trizadra]
A half-automated thought process passed in a blink.
- - Results: about 4285
Familiar figures spread throughout consciousness.
- Begin tampering.
No reluctance, no forgiveness.
- coefficient input [1000]
I slapped the usual numbers.
- End of tampering
Zwwww!!!!
Atmospheres around Trizadra, in the range of 20 meters high 30 meters on one side, abruptly amount to 1000 times the mass.
The giant dragon stumbled on his knees and leaked a bitter roar.
A giant body screams into ultra-high pressure, and a pecking, disturbing sound echoes from all over.
I escaped from my restraining hand.
But not only Trizadra, but even the dungeons were screaming.
Not the floor, not the wall, but the cracks run all over it.
Will a dungeon that can never destroy what is set as' indestructible 'also suffer damage to atmospheric pressure as high as 1,000 times the normal?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...!! Seriously. Seriously cool......!!
The Dungeon Master, who sounds somewhere fun, was looking up at the crack.
"Whoa......!? Hey prince idiot!! Think of the limits -!!!
"You're the one who told me not to worry, you dumb bastard! Come here!!
Speaking of which, I hear it was Ketsey, Mr. Ruby, but Gawayne pulls his arm on you and runs away from the crack.
Looking down at them with a naked eye on my face, I began further tampering with the "King's Eye" open to heaven.
The subject is about 15 meters each of the spaces that stretch out at the tip of my hands.
"- Duplicate (double)!!"
What appears is an inverted, banded space upside down.
Mirage sword.
That's - two.
I cut the trump card since the Exhibition Match with the Spirit King Tula Cleese.
Trizadra looked up at me, who could carry two mirrors, withstanding a 1,000 bar outburst.
And - set up a sword.
Does it still work?
The effects of ultra-high pressure are not concomitant.
It's in the junction, so there's just no blood flowing, and each organ, starting with the gut, should be taking its limits so far.
Yet still.
Trizadra doesn't look down on me.
Are you saying that the monsters created just for this dungeon also have the corresponding holdings?
If so - yeah.
I owe you an apology.
To date, I have been fighting out of hand -!!
"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!!!!!!!!"
Wave the mirage from left to right at the same time as you raise your momentum.
Roaring accordingly, the giant dragon also slashed up the giant sword again.
Two mirrors and one giant sword clash.
The clashes that we had earlier...
But this time, it was more obvious than seeing fire.
A giant sword that would also turn down the mountain breaks in the middle.
The separated tip pierced the ceiling deeply.
With only a few swordbodies left at the tip of the tweezer, you won't even achieve defense.
Two mirage swords slashed and tore apart the dragon's giant body so as to intersect.
It would no longer have been closer to calling it a pressure mass than to calling it a slash.
If this weren't in the juncture, the Trizadra giant must have had more than half of it decided.
Although.
Only damage is real.
From three pairs of eyes, the light was lost.
Three necks lose power at the same time.
Then.
The giant body itself - fluttered, leaned back.
Trizadra falls in, scattering enormous shocks and roars.
The three necks lay firmly on the floor and walls, and the giant sword rolled zero from his hand to the bottom of the Naruto.
It doesn't move.
Giant dragons don't move anymore...
"Oh - CONGRATULATION!!!
When I wondered if the silence drifted, the sound of the applause broke it.
Next to Trizadra, who fell powerless, is the figure of a man who hid half his face in a mask.
Aaron Bruit.
A man supposedly in command on the side of the evil spiritualist.
He looks up at me in the air and even smiles and applauds.
"They did it! Oh, by the time it's clear......!
You can't complain if they get you this far.
We fought as hard as we could. You fought as hard as you could.
And as a result, we were defeated.
There are no fairer results.
It's a complete defeat. Raise the white flag, kids!
I go down to you, Gawayne, on guard. [M]
Naturally, I didn't have any credibility.
Fair...
Sure, that guy has been saying that since he was in the bedroom.
No way, really?
Because it's a legitimate consequence out of the fair process, that you accept it spoiledly?
"We're leaving. If you want my life, do as you please. Whoever succeeds in the challenge should be rewarded accordingly - that's fair"
Aaron pulls himself aside to clear the way.
On the other side of him, there was a door.
Slaughter deactivation We can switch the effective deactivation of the junction, the control room.
"Is it your purpose to undo the boundaries of the First Martial Arts Field? Fuck that, too. Now that Trizadra, the boss, is down, there's nothing to stop him.
I'm sorry about the evil spirit king, but I don't even know his face better than my ex, my brother-in-law fulfilled it fully - "
"- So."
"Isn't it?"
It was an instant, it happened.
Behind Aaron Bruit, two humans appeared.
Small.
As much as we do.
Your face looks just like...
"The Evil Spirit King said, didn't he?
"Don't let anyone in."
"Don't let anyone in."
"Don't let anyone in the control room."
Let me in.
"You can't, can you?
"Right?"
"Right?"
"If I were to let you in,"
"I'm relinquishing my mission."
He was a twin.
Faster than Aaron looks back, the suddenly appearing twin hands stretch out into his face.
- This dungeon.
"Even if you get it"
"" Isn't that nice?