Dragon Poor

After Nochtane, the cavalry that made it through Griffindor finally got rid of the burden of crossing the enemy's lands.

The journey after that was easy. The kingdoms of the Middle Kingdom had no regrets with Adenberg, and even favored the King of Athens who actively decided to dispatch troops to the central situation.

For them, these few horsemen were symbols of friendship.

That's why they actively support the group.

They gladly dispatch their cavalry to track the beast so that clark's group can rest from their pursuit of the beast, and guide those who have rested to avoid losing their target.

It was Dum who offered a horse to replace the exhausted horse.

Goldrake and Clark's group make it to the Holy Church after a month's descent.

It was around that time that Goldrake rested for the first time.

Rrrrrr.

As you snore, you see the monster lying on the ground, Clark and his cavalry squat down from the horse.

“Oh, I'm dying. ”

Even if I had help in the middle, the fatigue from the eastern continent to the middle of the continent could not go away in a month. The mouths of the men who grabbed my waist and butt did not stop humming.

“Hmm?"

Those who raised them up were priests of the Holy Church in white robes.

“Brothers of the East. Welcome to Astoria. ”

The priests of the church, who appeared as if they had waited, poured divine power onto the bodies of exhausted horsemen.

Pa 'a.

The warm flash hits you, and the group squeaks as if it's broken. The fatigue of the group flies away in an instant.

“Our central office is truly grateful for Adenberg's decision. ”

Julian narrows his eyes when he sees a representative of the priesthood who is not unusual.

Despite the title of the Eastern Kingdom's first reinforcements, the hospitality of the Church was excessive despite the attitude of welcoming a vanguard composed of an apprentice knight and a regular cavalry.

Is it a stone for diplomatic propaganda?

I didn't know that at this point. They had just arrived at the Church.

Julian's expectation that he would need a little more time to understand the reasons for his hospitality was wrong. Suddenly, the representative of the priesthood directly pointed out the reason.

“As far as winning solders go, we're like eastern brothers. ”

The cavalry hears the Lord's name in unexpected places.

“Is the lord all right? ”

“Where is the Lord?! ”

I was in a commotion just by mentioning his name.

They came here without rest for a month because they were worried about the missing lord. I've only just gotten a hint of the lord's news, so I'm just excited.

The slave minister who looked embarrassed for a while also seemed to be smiling softly, whether he calculated the fact.

“The ferryman is safe. We just don't know where you are. ”

Julian carefully examines the expression on the slaver's face. And I became convinced.

The hospitality of the priesthood was not just because they were symbols of the East and the Middle. They were doing us favors because of the personal favors of the ferryman, and because they were his gasoline.

Otherwise, there was no way that the face of that slaver would be gently loosened whenever he mentioned the name of the current monk.

What the hell are you doing here?

If you go outside the territory, make sure you have an accident (?), Julian sighs.

* *

Goldrake hasn't awoken for a long time, either.

“Leave the faithful drake to us and let us go to the temple and unravel the poison. ”

As you shower with divine power, your physical fatigue was eased, but the mental fatigue that had accumulated for a month remained. There was no reason to refuse the offer of a slave.

“Then I beg of you. ”

Clark follows the slave minister's lead, looking for an invisible monster to wake up.

“Ah…. ”

The temple that arrived along the priesthood was completely different from what the group had in mind.

There was no godly atmosphere of worshiping priests and faithful saints on their knees and praying.

“Shhh!”

“Hold on! Secure the line!”

“Priest! Over here, too! ”

The screams of those who struggled with pain and the priests who held them and used their tongues were like battlefields.

“They…. ”

“Survivors of the Western Kingdoms. He got addicted to Margie, and he turned out to be a madman. ”

I've heard rumors about how people addicted to Margaery change. But there was a huge difference between hearing from the gossip and seeing it with your own eyes.

The appearance of Margaery's addicted patients was not just photophobia, as they thought.

My body was filled with dark red blood, but it was only ugly, and my eyes turned upside down, shifting white and black, making me feel like I wasn't human. The groaning and screaming they uttered were as terrible and ominous as that of the dead.

“Goddamn priests! Chew on them! ”

“Curse! Curse you! ”

The addicts used to swear at the priests and show hostility. The gratitude for the priests who didn't hesitate to sneeze to heal themselves didn't seem like much.

“Ah…. ”

Although it was the eastern part with less faith than the central part where the church was located, I had never seen priests cursing and cursing before.

Addicts were hostile as if the priests were enemies of the crippled world.

Knuckles.

You may be curious about the group that suddenly found the temple, but the priests simply handed over the funeral and focused on their work.

The slave priests didn't specifically arrest them and introduce them to the group. He just said one word like an excuse.

“I hope you understand that even if you just close your eyes, the patients will break the rope and run away, they won't be able to set an example for their guests. ”

I thought the soldiers everywhere were guarding the inside, not the outside, but the addicts must have escaped with it in mind.

However, most of the soldiers who stood guard were gathered to the west.

Julian, who thought it was strange, asked why, and the slaver explained his situation with a sad face.

“When Margie hits the bone marrow, she can't live without him. When you live in a place full of Margie, you don't get a big vote, but when you leave her, you get withdrawal. And they find Margie and they make their move. ”

The slaver sighs heavily, his gaze turning west.

“And those symptoms of addiction are the reasons why the horrific events in the West have not been known to the outside for so long. ”

It was a long time ago that outsiders discovered what was happening in the west, as there were few who were looking for a world where choice of residence and travel was not free in the first place, and even those who were looking for the rugged western continent.

“But there must be people coming and going.... ”

“There are sometimes merchants going back and forth between the Middle East and the West, but would they be free from addiction?" It's too late when it feels strange. ”

According to the slave priest, Julian looks back at the addicts and asks.

“Then how did they get here? ”

Even pretending to be bone marrow addicts are crazy. They couldn't have voluntarily left the West and come all the way here.

“The ferryman and the Griffin Riders saved them all. ”

When Julian and the men heard that, they opened their eyes wide.

“The name of the Savior is more famous than the name of the legend in Astoria. ”

This guy...

Clark looks ridiculous. It was absurd for the lord to come all this way and shudder.

But there was an unseen sense of pride and respect on his face. The faces of the other party are no different.

“Hmph.”

The group looks at each other and smiles, clearing their faces later. It was because addicts and priests didn't need to create a sense of camouflage in a situation where they were wearing a crotch.

“You can be proud. He's a worthy man. ”

Clark insists that the slave priest insists on smiling again.

“But when I came all the way here, I didn't hear that story. I thought the regent of the home country was worried about the previous winners... ”

“It wasn't long before the ferryman led them on. By now, the Central Temple will have sent a specialist back to inform you of the situation. ”

The slaver escorts the group into the temple, saying it will be a long story.

* *

Goldrake awakens three more days after Julian's party arrives at the temple.

Grrrrrrr.

The gleaming Goldrake stares up at the western sky and begins to move. A relaxing step unlike before, but his vigor seemed like a warrior on the brink of battle.

Boom. Boom.

Julian's group catches up behind the beast heading west, showing off its presence. A hundred temple knights armed with white wallets and iron maces and thirty priests dressed in fine legal attire were with them.

They weren't the only ones.

Astoria's three thousand paladins surrounded them, a group of veteran warriors who were carefully selected to accept their fierce faith.

They continue west as Margaery passes.

And when they finally reached the border of Magi, a pillar of holy light rose from the west sky as if waiting.

“The signal from the ferryman must be true! ”

Ishmael, a slave priest who was there as a representative of the priesthood, cried out, and Goldrek paused a moment before the boundary and roared ferociously.

Rrrrghhh.

A long, howling golden monster starts pounding forward towards the contaminated land of Magi.

“Let's go!”

Before Ishmael finished speaking, the Temple Knights, the Priests, and the paladins began to move on.

“God blessed the whole world without fail! ”

Margaery, who opened her jaws at them, retreated, being pushed back to the priests' clear, high castle. It was as if the black waves were cracking.

“All that stands before the Lord is nothing! ”

They continued on.

“The light disappears! ”

The steps of the temple knights and paladins who were listening to the priests' palace to protect themselves were sped up in the vicinity of Magi.

But the light disappeared completely before they arrived.

And on behalf of the pillar of light that disappeared, a huge object lifted its neck high in the sky.

Rrrrgh.

Goldrake howls, a gigantic creature so large that it can't even be measured from afar. However, the ferocious and ferocious roar resembled each other surprisingly.