Goblin Kingdom

With the king of Goblin, Gi Gur, along with the king's Kingsguard and Alan Sign, breaks through the siege of the brave and returns to the main army of the Kingdom of the Black Sun (Arlodena).

But the damage was enormous. Approximately half of them returned in a state of casualties, which would be the result of Gi Gur's reign. But by then the king of Goblin had already lost consciousness.

It seems that those who were stranded for the spectacular battle and its pain temporarily pushed over to take away his consciousness.

"... reprimand as much later... but now forgive me"

Puel bows his head to the king of the unconscious Goblin and it takes an immediate retreat.

"Time is battle. Alert the Allies and move on to retreat!

Puel quickly reversed the entire army when he nominated the Guidoga clan and the Gi-Go swordsmen as guerrillas to assist him with the Axe and Sword Army (Felduk), which had repeatedly retreated. According to the talk, the family god of the goddess of the underworld appeared. Then we should be able to buy less time.

"Even Bundygum?

Puel sprinkles his neck at the words of Gi Zar Zarquand, who was relieved to make sure the king was safe.

"No, I will leave my soldiers in Bundygham as well, but the main unit will be lowered... until Elfa"

"It's too far down, isn't it?

"... let me be clear. Even if you rebuild your army, you have to figure out a way to beat me. I need time for that. To the army, and to the king."

What Puel stares at is a flock of spacecraft playing a fierce big magic shootout with Dooey in the air. Just five ships I can confirm. One thing about a giant battleship, probably a flagship. Three spaceships to escort it. And one to hold back.

That beauty that makes you think you'll never win in Arlodena, where you just have a ground army. Availability of means of attack. Puell couldn't help but think about the fear of being unilaterally attacked from beyond his reach.

"Throw away the supplies to the supply squad, give them instructions, put away the oil."

When the Allied Young Army Teacher Villain de Zulu can bring only minimal food, he later dumps it all on the spot. Let him throw away even the armorer's armor, and it'll take him to retreat.

"Are you sure?

To his men asking, Villain threw up looking at his enemies.

"Abominably, we're slow on our feet. If you get a little dazzled..."

When you take a distance from the supplies you dump, you light them with a fire arrow. Filled with black smoke covers the battlefield and burns grass trees on the plains.

"Mira... I will definitely go home"

Eat up your teeth and Villain turns his back on the enemy. It was a defeat too bitter for a young hero.

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Light wraps around the long sword you erect.

It is as illusory as the sword itself is glowing. Its technique of sucking the mana present in the atmosphere and collecting it in the sword. Brave men wave their swords, using that technology that is in an realm that talented humans cannot reach over their lifetime without having difficulty breathing.

I didn't even pack any time, I just waved my sword off the spot.

However, it can become a murder weapon whose orbit has become a sword strike, which has given a certain orientation by the explosion of mana that fixed the space and brought it together into the sword.

In other words, the brave sword muscle struck the enemy in front of him without the need to pack the time as it was. But that's not just a flash either.

To penetrate precisely the nine places known as the steep points of the human body, the long sword, shaken at an intelligent speed, only appears to have run with a flash of silver.

"Nine slashes flashing."

Moreover, the attributes put together by the long sword have a conferring effect.

One end of a pledge hung by the world because of its victory in the former war. Light drives the darkness away. In other words, it is a matter of compatibility.

Whereas fire, water, soil, wind, etc. affect each other only to the extent of little error, the attributes of a brave man, which may be called light or sacred, prevail over most and all attributes.

Establish an almost absolute advantage, especially over those with darkness or death. That was not even the exception to the gods, for the gods of the Underworld the attributes he possessed existed as weaknesses in themselves.

It's the logic of the world that was set up from the beginning.

Still, knowing the reason, the god of war (Vaishra) challenges his grandfather to battle.

Nine slashes chop Vaishra in a flash. But the slaughter that hits and sharpens her body only passes through her body, which has become a black flame. Leaving his arms loosely together before, Vaishra was staring at the brave in a narrow space of anger and ecstasy.

"What's the matter, aren't you going to attack?

Brave men provoke enemies in front of them who cannot move into their own attacks.

"Or, I can't... don't you want to?

The figure is like a phantom. Even under the slaughter of a brave man, a black flame erupts and immediately fills the wound. It is as if you are waving a sword against a giant flame.

But the brave don't flinch. What is in his eyes is the certainty that he is definitely shredding Vaishra every time he attacks. Therefore his spare time does not collapse.

"Blood is the Blade of Retaliation (Enchant)"

It was Vaishra's moving mouth that stopped the brave man from moving in an attempt to slaughter him even more.

"I'm just doing the math for victory"

The god of war speaks in a cold voice, backwards of the passion that preceded him.

"And victory is right there in the name of the god of war. And your journey to the Underworld."

Bullshit.

What manifested itself in Vaishra's hand was a sword made of black flames. It is wrapped in flames, even in the pattern of holding hands, in a burning body. One wave, and when she made sure of the response, she shook furiously.

"Come on, I won't let anyone get in the way!

Moments, flame walls gush up around the brave man and her.

A soldier on the brave side, who tried to touch it, burns up within the cigarette, and loses his trace, returning to ashes.

"Connections."

As slightly impressed, the brave laugh.

"Besides, without chanting... you're really ready to disappear"

"Stop!"

As the words are released, Vaishra's body scratches off.

"You don't think I see it!

The sword of the brave waved into the space of nothing should make a hard noise and collide with the sword of Vaishra. The shock of losing a place to go crushes the ground and excites the atmosphere. Even the clouds of the ceiling are torn apart and the swords of the gods are reconvened.

But there is no damage on the outside of the flame walls while so many shocks run. As a literal junction, the flame walls eased all the shocks.

Vaishra's stepping feet crush the earth, and the feet of the brave men who receive them sink into the earth.

"Burn it down."

Black flames gushing from the blade of black flames envelop the brave man's body. It is the end of the word of the gods who returned the soldiers to ashes.

"This body is undefeated (Shield)!"

Opposing Attitudes also counteract.

Wrapped in a black flame also for a moment, it instantly quenches that flame and instantly storms a sword trident.

"Seven slashes, one flash."

The seven silver lines that roll out chop Vaishra up, but she still doesn't stop.

"Stay in my sword, disaster (Disae Lugo)!"

Match the black-fired sword to the silver line running to the Seven Articles. The sword of the brave to be played at the same time. The god of war approaches the pocket of a brave man who unintentionally tried to distance himself.

"Blackflame, blow it up (burst)"

"No!?

Stunning voices belong to the brave.

A vast array of magic vegetables accumulate in an instant on the flat side of the hand. A condensed black flame intertwines with the body of the brave man, overtaking even the walls of time to become a running stream of black light. And as the Goddess said, it immediately became a blast and shock with the escape of the entangled brave men, eating up the side of the area.

Double-cut the soil and smoke that rises, and the god of war looks to the brave who have taken a distance.

The arms were torn apart, the feet bent in a direction that should not be bent, the figure of a brave man whose face, even his neck, was taken. But the god of war asks him how to get out without loosening his expression.

"We will be immortal (Regene)"

The limbs and feet that had been about a thousand cuts were restored so that time would return, and the brave man who would return to their original appearance.

"Boulders are gods of war, but... what do we do? You can't kill my body to that extent."

Vaishra's mouth catches on.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Are you sad... can't you accept that you can't kill me?"

Vaishra laughs at the brave man who holds the sword with both hands.

"Anger (Lars)!"

Shooting ball floating around her. It is a magical chunk that Dragon King Grimmmore specializes in. Approximately 12 of them expose their original appearance as magic vegetables.

"Fireline (lo de)!"

The moment she utters her words, the black flame rushes from the shooting ball toward the brave man into turbidity. Each one vibrates even the air to produce high-dimensional light and heat. It should also be called a compressed fire line of twelve wires. That strikes the brave.

"What?"

But even if the brave man is surprised, it doesn't affect the response.

"World, be there for me!"

Let the sword put the attributes together again and it will cut off the columns of stepping in and simultaneous black flames. But it's almost twelve firelines released at the same time. No matter how fast the brave cut off, some of them naturally were thought to be landed on the brave body.

And if it lands, its power to blow everything away is just turbid.

But that's not what surprised the brave.

The opponent is a God who manifested himself in this world by throwing down his divinity. In the time of the gods, which can be called eternity, is the extinction of itself right in front of us. That's a premise that's challenging the battle. Twelve turbulent shells won't surprise you.

The Attib was surprised because the God in front of the incarnate eye of the black flame dwelt the attributes of the real flame. It seems cleverly hidden, but earlier attacks are not something that can only be done with black flames.

Because black flames are the flames of the Underworld. Based on the magic vegetables of the Underworld, it is nothing but a given form.

If so, what does it mean to be able to use real flames other than black flames?

That's why Attib was surprised. It was an unexpected attack.

It landed on the left shoulder of the right foot, and it clashed and disappeared from the brave man's body.

"We will be immortal (Regene)"

The body of a brave man recovering again, but frowned at the inexplicability of the enemy in front of him.

"Isn't it just the incarnation of black flames..."

Are you taking in the power of other gods, or...

"We have to make sure."

The brave man makes room and points his sword tip at Vaishra. Vaishra also took a forward leaning position in the figure of a brave man who took what seemed to be his first stand.

"Take Divine Punishment (Der Ist)"

The shaken flash is a blow that even cuts time. Not relying on maneuvers, he unleashes a blow all over his body that even chopped off the Dragon King's head. slightly, a moment ago, than the blow fired by Attib. Sensing the movement, Vaishra was already in the act of evasion.

No matter how the incarnation of black flames is, there is a God blow that should not be taken.

Avoiding the trajectory of slaughter as a flying swallow, he once again rolls out a compressed black flame like a giant spear. But the brave shall not be anything. Avoid just slightly twisting the black flame that scrapes your own body, and flash again toward Vaishra dancing in the air.

"Take Divine Punishment (Der Ist)"

But once again, I avoid Vaishra. I don't go by the time I break the line, but still, the aftermath alone cracks the clouds. Deciding that she was not obvious, she concentrated the 12 shot balls she produced on her ceiling hand.

"Burning it down is my tears (LeBlaine)"

The gathered shooting ball merges, becoming a tornado and rising to heaven. In the magical aftermath of the high altitude, the temperature in the junction soars. The warmed atmosphere rises to the sky, and temperatures that jump too rapidly give rise to pneumonia. The swollen atmosphere called for thunderclouds, and the hot winds fleeing over them were again sharply cooled to dye the sky black.

─ ─ Again, it's not just black flames.

Brave men narrow their eyes to the magic of the god of war, who even rocks climate change.

and a spaceship moves into the sight of the brave. Why did the enemy in front of you bother to withdraw that goblin? If you have a must-win strategy, you don't have to let them retreat. We need to defeat the brave now.

The conclusion is one.

The enemy in front of you is not confident of beating the brave self. So I let that goblin get away with it. Will there be such feelings in pure gods, no? To the old gods, such emotions are no longer even gone. The new gods are not weak enough to be confused by emotions, including themselves.

That's how I see the enemy in front of me. Expose that memory from the history of the business of those who have seen it for centuries. Brave men reach the identity of God, who stands in front of them one by one. He who made man into a subgod as a nucleus.

Then the candidate will be narrowed down.

A brave star descending (Meteo), the Virgin of Fire (Eliza Zor Rain), who has made heaven a fiery bearer, but should not be alone. There shouldn't have been that much training.

So did you take in the other brave man who showed up at the same time as a nuke? If it's not enough, I'll bring it from elsewhere. If a human wizard would enter the fifth finger in history, would he do so to that extent?

The convinced ativ fishes up the edge of his mouth.

"You, Eliza Zoll Rain! Until you sacrificed your friends and purposefully sold your charm to Artesia, revenge on me!

Upset runs to the god of war for the first time when he is called by that name.

"It's not a good name for you!

Compressed black flames pour down to the ground from fingertips swung down with anger. A tornado of flames launched at super high speeds pours down to earth higher than the heavens to return the brave men and their surroundings to ashes.

A brave man with a sword at his back does not break his spare grin.

"Go, spaceship! Hunt them down!

To that word, only a few gods of war turn their attention to the spacecraft. That, as if waiting, the brave shook off his sword.

"The Strike of Divine Punishment (Lost Heaven)!"

"Like swallowing turbidity (gra osa)"

A brave blow that cleaves everything breaks the impending storm of black flames. Not only that, but it also involves the god of war, who unleashed magic in heaven, and even the Flaming Dragon Dooer, who was playing a fierce magical meeting with the spaceship, crushing every junction. With the broken sound of the glass, the junction was scattered, and the flaming wall was gone.

The crashing god of war manages to regain his posture and descend to earth, but his wear and tear is not a ratio until earlier. The blade of black flame in my hand is also shaking like a flame somewhere weakly shaking in the wind.

But the brave man was also given the wound he deserved.

The tornado of black flames was indeed amputated by the brave, but it did not weaken its momentum and it fell on the brave. The arms of the brave men burned by the flames of the underworld were slightly burned. As an indelible hand wound, a black flame that burns to the brave.

"Even though you're sub-gods, that's God?

But the margins of the brave will not break. Its strength is already beyond those who are called sub-gods.

He would be the most powerful of all the brave men of history. It's not a question of whether the Atttives took that spirit or not, but something fundamentally is decidedly different.

"But it was no use."

Take the sword on your shoulders and transfer your brave gaze into the sky from the kneeling god of war.

"Take a good look. The filthy demon you let go will die."

Vaishra does not raise her face as she exhales in a rough breath. The brave man who sees it as giving up laughs with pleasure.

In the air, the spacecraft was trying to catch up with the armies of Arlodena according to the orders of the brave. That speed is so different that it is more subtle to compare it to an army that runs on the ground. There are more openings than horses and people running side by side.

When you come directly above the army, tilt your posture and point that gun gate to the ground.

"Come on, let me hear you scream!

As the tongue nods, the brave wait for the moment. Starting with Puell, the general-class goblins scream to scatter to reduce the damage, but the airship was too fast anyway. After Dooe's death, Arlodena has no way of preventing a spaceship.

If you look up from the ground, you'll even see a collection of magic spears filled with spear tips. Exactly at that moment when the magic bullet was about to be unleashed towards the earth, a handful of thunderbolts shot through the spacecraft with a roar that rocked heaven.

It was a spaceship with an anti-demonic barrier wall that limited its wear and tear against the main unit, but that pushes the sky back. The flying ship, which was headed for Arlodena, was pushed back together by five ships, as if they were being pushed away by the tide.

"Hmm?"

It was at the same time that the brave man raised his eyebrows slightly grumpy and Vaishra caught his mouth, which remained nagging.

Covering the sky is a black thundercloud. Swimming in it will be the ruler of the heavens, the Wingless Sky Snake (Gawain). It will be the family god of the Goddess of the Underworld, a living calamity that has fought the Dragon King and hegemony in the sky for 400 years.

He rebels against heaven, but pisses off two horns as if, and holds a treasure ball in his smaller hand.

Gawayne, who came to the battlefield, was mad from the start.

His wrath is the wrath of his family dragons. With a growl, spread that huge mouth. What you want to deploy is a magic formation formula: 500 and a huge single simultaneous projectile. Manipulating the heavenly mutation and incorporating Mori Wan into each composition ceremony, along with the roar of anger, unleashes it.

"Death to those who have destroyed my good enemy!

Wind, water, soil, fire, and thunder. The magic bullet of the collected Mori Rawan strikes the spaceship as a giant spear penetrating the sky. The spaceship retreats again. I had to retreat to the shock of an immense magic bullet.

However, although the spaceship was safe, the Knights of the Flying Dragon were wiped out along the way. It was already too late when he tried to escape where he had fallen the Flaming Dragon Dooer and was giving him a victory. Each and every attack was just huge and there was not even an escape with simultaneous shooting by the dragon.

Neither the magic-playing dragon scale equipped by the Fei-Long knights, nor the dragon spear that neutralizes the magic vegetarian and even hurts the dragon scale, make any sense before Gawain and the others attack. The Dragons' attack, which sweeps away everything, repaints the battlefield color.

The army of Arlodena retreating on the ground also stared halfway at the sight.

"This is... like the battle of the gods... but"

Whichever wins, Puell is not going to quit the retreat. Transfer the king to a safe place. She thought it was all from then on.

At the edge of his sight, Gawayne raised his voice of hell-anger again when he confirmed the appearance of his own family suffering on earth.

"Not only to my good enemy, but even to my family!

Erasing that body, which is greater than the castle, into the thunderclouds, lightning almost indiscriminately from heaven to earth. Pierce the earth, burn down the trees, and shred the mountains. Or pour down into the armies of the brave men who were deploying on the earth. Still, Gawain's anger doesn't know it will subside, and when he completely pushes off the spaceship with three simultaneous shootings, he descends near Dooe.

Because Lecia slapped Gawayne in the head, leaving it to anger to repeat the attack.

"If you're worried about Mr. Douye, put me down!

Little believer, though I thought Gawayne would put Lecia down beside Dooe.

Already breathing constantly, the body has countless stab wound cuts. How dragons, die as they are. Therefore, Gawain's intuition was not wrong if he was a follower of the goddess of healing (Zenobia). But it's not even the right answer.

Not everyone, no matter how many Zenobian followers, can treat such wounds. It is possible because she is so Zenobian loved that she is called "the Virgin".

As she does so to all who are wounded, she puts her hands together. Closed eyelids and a devout side of prayer are visible from the drawn-together mouth. With the love and mercy of the goddess, the Virgin is the Virgin because she invokes miracles on those who live and live.

Mana gathers and becomes a shining breeze to wrap up the Virgin Lecia Fer Gier.

"Heal all!"

She embodied God's mercy in order to overshadow the fate of dying and erase grief and suffering.