Dream Life

Tria history October 24, 2018, around 6: 30 pm.

Dead fighting had begun with Vlad Varonos, king of the undead.

Only the Lockhart family side feels like a death fight, and it still looks like the enemy can afford it.

Me, Beatrice, and Mel are the only three in the vanguard. Grandfathers and brothers cannot come forward at the exit of the tunnel they used to ambush by the restraint of a knight without a neck (Durahan). Guy and Dan, who also use bows, held the Necromancer (Rich), and the battlefield was in an adhesive state.

Even the famous Dwarves who crown the world as the head of the Blacksmith Guild, the Adamantite sword of Ulrich Drexler, the Mithrill spears of Oigen Hauser, known as Divine Spears, and the magic of light attributes wrapped around them, cannot do damage to the King of the Undead.

The scenario I was thinking of collapsed brittle. I was suggesting an ambush to find my way into a melee with a magic sword.

As despair begins to dominate, Mel is challenging his mighty enemy Vlad by saying he will buy time.

We use the precious time she has made for us to restore Beatrice, who was temporarily unconscious in Vlad's attack, and together we turn to the rear of Vlad to eliminate Rich.

Observe Mel's battle as he heads to Rich.

Mel is moving around violently trying to buy time while dodging enemy attacks. Can Vlad afford it, or just releasing counter-spirited slaughter at a time when Mel is approaching for restraint doesn't actively step forward.

Can you afford to be on your own? I haven't called back the skeleton of the Augusta Class toward the main entrance.

(I hope you're caught off guard... Mel's attack has hit me several times but it hasn't worked at all. It wouldn't be strange if I could afford to see all that defense......)

Think about that while looking sideways, but I couldn't find any thread to knock it down.

In the meantime, Rich throws a few dark spears, but it wasn't very hard to dodge magic without tracking. Plus the Guys are holding me back. The Trinity Riches can't work with each other, they can only sporadically unleash magic on me and Beatrice.

Beatrice scratches Rich's magic and unleashes a special thrust. Rich makes a bitter groan and falls to the ground.

Behind me, my grandfather said, "Mel! I made you wait!" He was screaming. Apparently, he finished eliminating Durahan and joined Mel.

(If the gentlemen have joined us, it would seem better to focus on eliminating Rich. It's a waste of magic (MP), but you should magically just put a piece on it...)

Use light attribute magic against Rich, who runs away from Beatrice.

I also decided to use the light attribute magic, "Brilliant Falcon", which was conceived for the Demon Clan. This magic is the light attribute version of Swallow Winged Blade (Swallow Cutter), mimicking falcon as the name suggests. The magic you base on is the magic of the spear of light. MP consumption is huge because it is far more powerful than a swallow cutter, but it is powerful enough to defeat the rich class undead in a single blow.

"God of light (Lucidus), who commands all the light of the world. Give me your strength, the holy falcon that dwells in the light. At that price, I will not give you the power of my life. Slash and tear, falcon! Brilliant Falcon, the glowing falcon!

A lump of light appears in a meadow that is just illuminated by lighted demonic props and searchlights, as if it were the sun. Its light gradually turns into the shape of a bird, heading towards its prey like an eagle flying out of the eagle's arms with the words of activation.

Rich also realized that I had used magic and stopped running. That moment of hesitation took its toll.

My falcon is faster than an arrow, and with even more autonomous control, it goes precisely to its target. You realize that. Rich tried to work out the dark attribute magic to shoot down my magic. It was to give Beatrice an opportunity to attack, with that meagre amount of time to go. Rich, who stopped his leg, collapsed under Beatrice's spear, which jumped out of the side.

Me and Beatrice had a silent collaboration and assumed from the start that she would defeat Rich. For this reason, the goal is making it the last rich, going after it with a beautiful light. The rich was desperately back down while shielding the skeleton.

That was also within the assumption.

The falcon made of light rises vertically just before it hits the skeleton. And when you flip your wings about ten meters up, you switch to a steep descent. The move was as streamlined as a light fighter making an acrobat flight. Those under attack seem to have been manipulated by that anomalous move.

Rich is blown away by an unexpected attack from the top without the skill to make it. And raise the deaf amputee and stop moving.

(Now I defeated all the demons that were solidifying around me. Still no big skeletons back either. In the meantime, if I don't defeat this guy...)

Looking back where he defeated Rich, his grandfather and Nicholas, his brother Rod, were taking turns with Mel.

"Well done, Mel," Mel, breathing in his grandfather's words, could only snort, but he had such a full grin that he could tell even in the dark.

"Govan Lockhart, come!" and my grandfather raises his name. It's a rare sight for my grandfather, but it would be to inspire our morale. Maybe he's inspiring himself. By then the presence of Vlad Varonos, king of the undead, had been great.

"Nicholas is right. Rod's on the left. Guy and Dan ask for restraint with a bow! Shouting," he sets up a sword created with his heart poured out by Degenhardt Grabsch and the other Dwarves of Welburn.

Me and Beatrice go around behind Vlad, too.

Grandfather Govan on the front, Nicholas on the right, brother on the left, me and Beatrice on the rear. Furthermore, Guy and Dan split left and right, each with a bow.

It's more than enough formation. Even dragons can be defeated in this formation.

Vlad breathes cold air out of the gap in his armor as if he had tempered. The surrounding grass freezes, and the freezing cold air strokes our cheeks around us in the middle of winter.

My grandfather was slashed with the mood for tearing. Did you consider magic to be less effective, it hasn't wrapped the flames around it?

In an instant I stuffed up an intermission with Vlad, and the sound of cutting the wind called Huh, followed by the sound of Zash.

Shortly after my grandfather shook off his sword, Vlad's left arm fell off his elbow, and a caged hand named Gashan, the Gauntlet, sounded like he was falling to the ground.

As a swordsman, I couldn't catch the slaughter trajectory with my eyes.

Mel's "Yay!" The cheer echoes in the meadows. There's also a grin on my brother and Nicholas' face.

After waving his sword through him, his grandfather was retreating without alarm and gauging his time to pursue him further.

Everyone was convinced of the victory. Everyone thought that the hero Govan Lockhart would defeat the King of the Undead.

But Vlad never raised one groan, and was flat. The cutting surface of the left arm is pitch-black, like hardened charcoal, and no biologically-like tissue is seen at all.

I thought it was a ghost-like ghost in the armor, but apparently it wasn't. It's kind of a golem-like impression made of homogeneous substances.

slashed off his arm. Vlad had a flat tone,

"To the extent of Sono de I no front Nilitska. I know all about myself," he said, releasing a poke at his grandfather with one right hand.

The speed was comparable to that of my grandfather's slaughter.

My grandfather avoids that penetration by shifting his half and slaps his sword on his further extended arm.

Everyone thought it was decided. But my grandfather's slaughter had stopped sounding like a gatun. Vlad's right arm, supposedly severed, was receiving his grandfather's sword as if nothing had happened.

My grandfather, who was a rehearsal "who", was also struck by the fact. The timing of pulling the sword is slightly delayed. Vlad didn't miss that gap.

He wields his right arm straight up with each of his grandfather's swords and puts a knee kick in his frustrated grandfather's abdomen. Was it a stronger force than it seemed, my grandfather was blown away for a few meters with a groan of ghouls.

"My predecessors!," Nicholas shouted, interrupting his body so that his grandfather would not be pursued. Vlad picked up his slashed left arm without having to hang on to Nicholas to figure out what he couldn't chase.

And match that arm to the cutting surface.

There was no sign of any use of magic. His left arm was back to normal as if nothing had happened, and he just opened and closed five fingers about twice.

Nicholas' standing in the front spared him from pursuing his grandfather. Mel, who was breathing in the meantime, runs to his grandfather.

"My predecessors! Hold on!" I hear Mel, but now I have to concentrate on my enemies.

"We all attack. We'll do everything we can from the start!" My brother's instructions fly. My brother wrapped his magic around Mithril's sword and turned it towards Vlad. Nicholas, Beatrice and I will wrap our magic around the weapon.

Beatrice was the first to attack. He sticks his spear out of Vlad's blind spot and breaks through his pitch-black cloak.

A spear pierced near his flank. But it doesn't even mellow down just to make the sound of cancer.

In the meantime Nicholas enters his nostalgia as he raises his shield. Roll the sword low from the side of the shield and aim for the leg.

My brother and I were waving down our swords at the same time. I take the left shoulder, my brother takes the right arm, but all three slashes were inhibited by hard armor, and all they did was make a metal noise, just like Beatrice's spear.

The four of them distance themselves from Vlad at the backstep at the same time. Vlad was taking the four of us at his leisure.

(What hard armor...... I have this many weapons but can't do effective damage......)

Neither my brother nor Nicholas have words for the fact that the enemy is completely intact.

Declaring so with a voice that did not make me feel any feelings of joy, anger or other emotions, I waved my sword unconstitutionally toward Nicholas in the front. Nicholas takes it with his left hand kite shield. At the next moment, a shield that even takes on Byron's Rigid Sword falls apart like a brittle parquet.

Did Nicholas expect to be unacceptable with a shield, twisting his body off track and avoiding a pitch-black sword? While avoiding it, he tried to tangle Vlad's sword with a long sword in his right hand.

We weren't looking at Nicholas either. Both my brother and Beatrice were attacking when Vlad attacked Nicholas. Of course, I'm waving my sword the same way. The aim of the three was the same. He was after the armor joint in an attempt to do some damage.

I aimed at my head and compact, Beatrice poked me to the side after shaking me off, and my brother aimed at my elbow at the same time as my grandfather.

Although my brother's attack was inhibited by an elbow strike, my attack hits the fitting on the joint of the helmet, destroying the visor and blowing it up. You don't look like me, but you must see Vlad's face from Nicholas or his brother.

And Beatrice's attack went into the axillary gap brilliantly as it went through the hole in the needle.

I thought I could do it in my heart again. But Beatrice's face was blinded as incredible, stopping him completely from moving.

I can hear Beatrice whining, "Who is this guy..." But shortly after I answered that whine, Vlad moved.

When I say "Effect Canois," I swing the pitch-black sword horizontally as I play Nicholas' long sword, turning my body three hundred and sixty degrees. The four of us were blown away by the motion that poked at the intent.

Beatrice, who was sticking his spear out among them, is delayed in the timing of letting go of his hand and is blown wide with each spear. I felt no resistance to her body, two meters tall, and I was at war with the power to wield it.

(ATK, DEF, SPEED, POWER... none of them have the elements to beat... I can't believe you blew a fully-equipped Beatrice so easily... and a spear should have gone into your armpit. The spear that wrapped the magic around it, too. And yet I don't feel itchy. I can't win. I can't beat this guy...)

Further, the orgasmic skeletons were beginning to return from the main entrance. That number is about twenty.

(Oh... they'll be here any minute. When that happens, it's over. Hard to say it still is, but the moment the Augusta Class joins the war, it is crushed by an overwhelming amount of material......)

When I was about to be frustrated by despair,

"What do we do when our enemies drink us! It's only natural that those who seek to replace God are strong! The enemy has called for reinforcements, which means this attack is active!" My grandfather's scolding struck me in the ear.

I remember when I started learning swordsmanship.

After remembering the shape, the first thing my grandfather taught me was not to be drunk by the enemy.

(Even if I'm trying to replace God, I'm also getting a mission from God. You can't possibly not win. There must be some way to find a way to live...)

The scolded grandfather was standing up with Mel's shoulder borrowed.

"Nicholas! Rod! Lord Beatrice intercept the orgasmic skeletons! Mel is not the king of Non and the Undead! Guy, Dan! You guys go for his forehead with a bow! Zach, you have to figure out a way to take him down!

My grandfather's words echo in the meadows, and the Rockhart family fiends react immediately.

But I was the only one whose body didn't respond.

(How to defeat him... do you have such a thing...)

I was remembering this few minutes of battle as I looked at the face of the King of the Undead - a circle of pitch-black treasures on his face like a dry mummy.

(That pitch-black armor's defense is more than a full plate of Adamantite. Sharon's magic was also disabled. You can destroy it if you put it in the joint, but neither Beatrice's spear nor his sword worked... the treasure ball of that circlet is suspicious, but the fluctuations of power are out of your chest...)

The battle between my grandfathers began while I was observing.

Both my grandfather and Mel are dedicated to moving around flirting with Vlad. Guy and Dan sew between them and let the arrows go. Guy's unleashed arrow smashes the jewel on his forehead, but it had no effect.

Still, Vlad can afford it. "Xiao Xianxii," he mutters, rolling out his slender sword countermaneuverably.

Next to it arrived an orgasmic skeleton and the brothers were entering the fight as well. Skeleton's abilities seem to be on the rise, and even Nicholas, who was easily knocked down on the wall, is folded. The brothers were surrounded by twenty large skeletons.

Plus the regular skeletons start pushing.

They wanted to escape into a desperate situation, but the Lockhart family warriors were waving their weapons, just like they would do what they had to do themselves.