Goblin Kingdom

An empty Fortress "Ark" falls.

What followed that sight of Gawain as he crashed and the form he discussed was a literally life-targeting special attack on the remaining dragons and the droids riding on them.

The flying fleet, which lost its flagship ark, was still unable to rebuild the anti-demonic barrier, and the halibut-like anti-aircraft fire survived, but would inexorably allow its proximity. Their trend was in contrast, following the deaths of Gi Zar Zarquand and Lüruna, who were supposed to be commanders on both sides.

The Fleet was unable to maintain order due to the disruption of its command. Each ship begins to leave, and it is chased and shot. It was against the dragons, but I can't say enough that this one kept calm. If the status quo was disabling the barrier against demons, the attack from a distance would have been effective as well, but the fierce dragons and droids dared to challenge the melee.

Attacks to the point of obstinacy, which took so many sacrifices, as if they were going to die themselves, were repeated many times until the last ship crashed to the ground.

But the battle in the sky, which so far defeated the enemy's Ark fleet, was never in vain.

The Goblins, who know the usual Druids, saw their resolve in what seemed to be their inefficient battle.

"Carry on! We are warriors. How can we leave here when the Druids show us so much fighting!

That's what Gi Goo Verbena said and scolded his men in the context of the war being pushed. There is no longer room for war already. Feldukh, who can't even afford to lower the wounded back, but from here he shows incredible stickiness.

He turned to a further re-offensive in the form of Zairduk, the leftmost allies who brought him into the turmoil, the Southern Olga remnants who advance the battle in his favor in the centre and the Legiol fronts.

Even the high-ranking goblins, who should be the backbone of the army, still don't stop moving forward, with numerous casualties. That was the same even with General Tarugi Goo. Already, his body was engraved with numerous wounds, but the blow of the icing spear, especially through his left shoulder, was deep, something that would have been fatal if it had slipped a little now.

But still, Gi Goo doesn't retreat.

"Believe in the king. Our king! Go, meat rips, bones crushes, cut the way to the king!

While carrying his own deep hand, Gi Gu's Ji once again arouses the goblins, who were hurting and running out of health. They kept fighting, almost exclusively with their energy.

Even though they ran out of strength and their heads stopped thinking, they could only move because they continued to train like blood seeps. Three months I have been working out, even though I have been in a tight spot.

Those three months when Gi Zar turned his measures around and Zoo Vedo and the others made money out of the madness of death underpinned their offense here.

It pushes the front line in such a way that it is dragged into Felduk's re-offensive.

There is no ark already.

If so, then all their kings will settle for everything if they defeat their enemies.

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To the great sword that protruded into the earth, he entrusted his weight, and the king of the goblins squeezed out his voice from between his chewed teeth.

"... oh, you, my friend. Mine, just one..."

Tingling, biting teeth.

There is another pile on the king's shoulder. But I won't put all of that on my mouth. But the despair that had existed earlier had lost its colour before the scolding that risked the lives of its friends.

"You did it."

In front of me is the figure of a brave man with a grin.

"But, well, I don't mind. Nor is the ark absolute. Now we can use the dragons as ingredients. We can create them again."

There was no upset about losing a one-armed Luruna, and the king of Goblin rose before a brave man with a thin grin. Set up the black sun (Aldia) with both hands.

With the crash of the ark, a country called Artigand fell. In that ark, it was the safest place on this earth. Therefore the royal family was on board.

Arlodena dropped the artigand, you can see.

Arlodena conquered every nation on the continent, and put the standing nations from the dark woods to the artigands under its control.

As a king, my ambitions were fulfilled.

Therefore, from here onwards...

"I'm a blade (enchant)"

It burns and rolls like a lamp, the black flame tangles all over itself.

"Brave...... no, I'm an ativ"

The exhaling breath also resembles burning heat.

"It's unpleasant. There's no such thing as a name for you."

"─ I will defeat you."

The fruit of the fallen into the world, the confluence of the souls of the demons of men, is the vengeance of only one man.

"─ Ha."

I wasn't going to wait for the laughing ativ.

The step to be taken is divine speed, and the sword to be shaken off was already beyond the realm to date. The black flame has already wrapped its entire body and serves as an aid. The earth is broken by the steps taken. Wind pressure from the shaken sword ravages the surrounding area after being shaken off.

Was it a coincidence or a miracle of the brave?

Sparks scatter like steel eating each other, delayed bounced steel screaming.

"─ What, to!?

Poke a void through a hole in a needle that can't even be described as a gap in a brave man who stunnedly opens his eyes.

"Gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

The roar that intimidates the heavens and the earth, men and even God certainly causes a cold sweat to flow down the spine of the Attitude.

It is the voice of a man, who trembles the air, and the earth sounds, as if to go with it, so that the living army behind the man responds and even inspires the army of the dying underworld.

Tens of thousands of troops and so on and so on. The roar of a man who stood with all of what lived and lived, who tried to die and died, had to feel aggressive and intimidated.

A man waves his sword.

The blow you were supposed to take is heavy.

My feet float unintentionally and my body flows behind me.

"─ Huh!?

When blown away, the ativ took a few moments to perceive.

And with amazement, Attib had to admit.

The enemy in front of me climbed to the same strength as the brave self. The sword it wields has reason for the true words the world rides and speaks. To that realm, the enemy in front of us has climbed.

That look that wields fear. Obey an army of demons that do not seem to belong in this world, a clear enemy that stands in front of itself with the armies of the Underworld.

But still, Attib laughs.

"Heh, heh, heh!!! Well, it has to be. The demon king stands in front of the brave. hehe, hehe haha!!

The intermittent ativ, laughing up, yet without alarm, his gaze stares at the enemy, gradually erecting the long sword in his hand.

"Let's be good. I'll deal with him. Continuing sittings! And repaint it, and put the world in the hands of man."

The light rushes.

Make it like a flash and seven flashes. The sharpness of the running sword muscle is the divine skill that reigns at the top of a man's forged moves. The sharpness of that gladiator, which is at a frontier that cannot be reached by forsaking anything in a concurrent man, even cleaves the air and decides on the enemy's steeple.

But the man leaves without fear.

A splashing tide of blood burns out as a black flame. Even if you try to get your guts chopped off, all the pain bites off. How can the world ride that fat muscle without being prepared to that extent? If every bitterness that rushes through is a sin that I have built up, how can I not excite myself?

but the chisel, the teeth bite off.

A great sword wielded with a roar of anger scatters a spark.

One flash, two flashes… yet the forged sword of those who live in a continuously wielded land, and the forged sword of God, devour each other. The red of the clash, starring in the darkness of the night, leaves the sound behind, winds up and runs cracks into the earth.

The wind rolls backwards with each other's swinging swords, turning into hurricanes and chopping up the surroundings. A sickle that even cleaves the ground spreads around, and the two colliding swordspears become shockwaves like a big wave crashing into the rough sea to drive away the hurricane.

A man has already died.

Take the enemy's blade with your own body and even step forward and wave the sword trident in order to slap your blade into the enemy. The orbit of the Great Sword, which has wielded tens of millions, is only meant to ensure that the root of the opponent's breath is stopped. The massive mass of iron clumps that are wielded disintegrates the opponent's attitude as long as it is plundered, caught in the storm of his own stormy sword.

The receiving God is the world itself.

It is no exaggeration to say that this world is all for him. There is nothing that does not come true with his power, and there is no one who does not obey with his charm. That sword he wields can't be the strongest, and that power that won't even hurt the demon opponent is enough to inflict despair on the enemy.

Yet it is.

Obviously pushing is the man who became the Avenger.

The blow wielded with the barking voice is a slash cut into a hanging. Isolated speeds, included killing intentions make it special, and the hidden power crushes even God.

Twist yourself gently while derailing the slaughter.

A scattered spark illuminates the night. The sword trident crosses again while the two colored in a moment's shadow blink, and the sword shaken off creates a fault in the earth. Repeat the brave moves similar to the graceful dance of Flying Swallow, and the slaughter of the brave will not stop. Seven degrees seven flashes, and the maneuvers have already overwhelmed the enemies that are coming.

Every blow in this world deserves to die. Forty-nine shots were repeated, and the black flame supported the collapsing body. There's no response as if cutting through the rough seas - no, even the rough seas peek at the bottom of their faces if you repeat God's blow forty-nine times.

But the reality is that the enemy in front of us is still stuck and waving his sword.

"Che!"

It is humiliating. You can say that you are outraged that you have been dishonored by that obsession, which is God.

The humiliation of being able to protrude his fangs in the reason of the world he had laid down caused him to remain agitated and distracted.

An arm of a brave man, shaken off against an impending man, makes a spear appear in the air. Countless spears make a line of spears, the number of which is already slightly over a thousand. Besides, every one of them is poisoned, electrically shocked or emitting high heat. The True Word of the Attitude that defeated Gawain once (Mahou).

"Skewer Stab! (Vana Se)"

In a flock of flying lethal spears, the man runs.

Only in the eyes is the appearance of the enemy. Take the shortest path, and shake the earth only to crush it, O earth. A black flame mirrors a phantom around a man. That's all I have when it comes to what I can hold against a thousand flying spears.

The black flames go hand in hand to protect the running man's surroundings.

"Guruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Follow the barking man's voice, dwell in the flames of the underworld, and the fierce warriors play the spear.

The king of men (Brandika) holds the battle axe in his hand.

Holy Sword bearer (Isaac), but Puena's brave man (Allen) waves a long sword.

The black-fired warriors bounce off the lines of spears that stand in front of the advancing man.

"─ Che"

Thunder strikes run at the feet of Attib, who tried to get further distance with tongue-butting. A thunder whip divided into seven articles shredded the ground and caught the spear around the ativ and burned it down.

In the meantime, the Black Flame Warrior laughs.

Dead, the sword of the immortal hero (Garland) on his shoulder is the Guardian Sword of the Giant (Titandager). The thunderbolt that surrounds him burns and rolls alongside the blackflame.

"Smart!"

Attitudes that protrude the long sword into the earth. Surrounded by divine spears, demonic spears fly, and as they continue to clash fiercely with black-fired warriors, they hold hands against running adversaries.

"Seal (Larod)!"

The earth that rises meow washes through heaven, surrounding all sides of the man that goes on. Soil, stone, and even ore are taken in to create a sealed earth. Make it a wall of dirt, make it a triple barrier, make it a wall of stone, make it a pentathlon, make it a wall of every ore, make it seven walls around, surround the looming man.

If you're a weak god, you can only seal it. The dirt wall, which should have put so much effort into words and power, burns up after a moment. As if under high heat, the ore that is supposed to rush through heaven dissolves, and a black flame like a burning lava scorches heaven.

"Dance, doll!"

A red spell appears around the Attitude without thousands. One by one, the gates of metastasis. They vary from small to large. They appear by red spells to be armored warriors.

Their exuberant discomfort, which takes a step forward, turns out to be the appearance of its entire body.

Armor is skin and arms are swords. He has steel skin and a single sword is stretched where his fingertips should be. His mouth is covered in armor and he does not see his expression, and an army, called the doll, is summoned by raising a voice from his whole body that lifts up his smugness.

Was it originally human, or was it made as a living weapon?

It should be noted that, while there are forces in front of them that exhaust their dying power to receive Arlodena, Attib will recall further troops. That number is about a thousand. At the end of their gaze, which looks at the enemy from the gap in the surface covering (face), is the figure of a man walking through the blackflame burning.

Recognize it as an enemy instantly, and the steel warriors take action together.

The earth walls of Larod, transformed into walls of black flames that scorch heaven. From the time it dissolves, it becomes turbid and the black flame changes its appearance, as if it were a flushing tsunami.

The majestically stepping horseshoe sharpens the earth, drives horseback riding and drives meadows past the soil smoke it raises is the ever-winning battle princess, Blanche Lillinoir. She is followed by the maidens of war (Valkyria), wearing steel black armor and following beyond the darkness of the Underworld.

Ravaging the steel warriors, just piercing the battlefield and becoming a flashing arrow, the once grassland champion runs through the earth.

In it, the man runs.

The battlefield we've stepped over, the mighty enemy we've been crushing, tells the man to move on.

A steel warrior trying to get close to a man is defeated by two heroes, a giant wolf and a human horse.

Turbulence ravaging steel warriors in a straight line to the Attitude is divided and extinguished from left to right. It should also be noted at that time that not even one soldier showed his back to the enemy and buried the enemy in front of him reminded him of the dominion of the meadow.

"What's the matter, you ativ! You cower!

The man provokes an ativ who avoids fighting by cutting head-on.

Attitude's grin caught me trying to laugh.

"If you say so much, I'll kill you with my hands."

Again clashing steel and steel.

Storms and diseases storm and clash.

The sky at the end of the great sword cut up is cracked and I can even see the stars at the end of the thundercloud. Even the falling red sister moon makes them leap back into the sword trident again so as to avoid the soft light.

The tip of a long sword, wielded at the speed of light, pierces a man and cleaves all the steep spots of the human body. It pierces even the center of the body where there is supposedly a nucleus of demons, and even cleaves the earth behind the man.

But everything is reproduced under black flames.

A flame of the underworld that reminds the relative of infinite resilience.

But the sure pain grinds even the soul and afflicts the man.

Still, a man cannot stop, defeating the enemy in front of him and releasing the woman he loves. I will not repeat what I was unable to accomplish once and for all.

Following the barking man's voice, the flames of the underworld change.

Before and after the blow of the great sword to be wielded, the flame of the underworld is protruded as the spear of Gi Der, adding further pursuit to the Attitudes avoiding the great sword. Ardia's blow to be waved again. As you circle ahead of the Attitude, the Black Flame is shaped by the Battle Axe of Gi Bar.

It is Gi Zoe's water bullet that is struck out continuously, so as to seal the sword of Attitude that knocks it off.

To the ativ who turned to take it, the man's sword trident never stops. In the storm of the Great Sword, black flames wave a stick that is as good as a man's torso. Crush the ground and emit black light as an impact.

"Ku...... Yep!

An agitated, carefree, longsword-wielding ativ breaks his posture for the first time. Cane tip protruded from behind the king. The magical power that was engulfed was enough to create even a miscalculation, sinking a flying ship that should not sink.

Black light approaching from left to right and spears of the wind. To those threats that emerged at about the same time, it was decided that we would not cut them off in time. Attitudes are trying to stay back.

"─ Shit!

Comes forward with the hold of God.

This world is for him. I don't doubt that. There's no way anyone on earth can fight him, and he can't do anything to hurt him. It should be impossible for anyone born into a living demon in this world.

You don't deserve to be afraid, demon. At best, but an elephant standing in front of him. But that wall afflicts God so much. It wasn't something I could forgive. By no means, the demons who live in this world are beings who hang their necks on God and do not make them feel threatened.

That's why Attib comes forward.

And that's what the man was waiting for.

Shaken intervals are special.

A waved down blow is something you pride yourself on being able to even kill God.

To God's weaponized long sword, a fierce earthquake that runs. The ground sinks without being able to support the immense mass that has fallen, and the sword screams at the strain that hangs. Too many impact-whirling magic vegetables burst into a fierce wind and tore apart everything around them.

Divine authority overflowing from the body of God resists the sword of the shaken special, pushing up the long sword. But still the power of a better man. God is fighting back instantly when he realizes he can't take it.

"Skewers (Vana Se), Heavenly Spear (Gungnir)!"

A short spear appearing around God in an instant pierces and penetrates a man's body. The trident spear tip that pierced his chest pierced his heart, the right foot pierced by a neck hunting sickle spear, and the left foot pierced by a purple electric wrapped ground spear. On the right arm holding the greater sword, the golden spear with chains, and on the left arm the lethal spear with the poison that drips.

"Bomb, Heavenly Fate (Burst)!!"

A spear thrust through a man's body explodes. Burned simultaneously from the inside and outside of the body, bursting spear fragments scatter throughout the body. The burning black flames continue to support the body. The eyes of a man staring at his enemies, still, do not let go, capturing God.

Sparks scatter between the sword waved down and the long sword to be received.

It just weakened the power to be pushed, or rather it was even stronger. The man's exhaling breath can already see a burning flame. Even that dyed black, and the man barked and at the same time pushed off God's long sword.

Shatter the long sword with the power of God and deliver the blade to him. A blow slit in pieces from shoulder to flank admits no end except fatality. Overflowing blood tide. The blood that blows out convinces the man that he did scratch God...

"─ YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

─ ─ And the man learns that he touched God's inverse scales.

An overflowing divine authority turns a magic vegetable into a murder weapon. The magic element that overflows from its own body has already itself reached the realm of magic. God's authority to just exist there and be releasing magic vegetables that can hurt the creatures around you.

In the sight of a man who will be blown away with black flames, the wounds of God will be blocked, which he should have just given.

"I won't forgive you, you!

I can't afford a screaming God already.

"Take divine punishment (Der ist)!"

A true word (mahogany) that cuts everything is rolled out of a broken sword.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!

Intercept that blow directly from the front. After a few seconds, that glimmer of breaking a man's body without allowing for another future. On that flashing line, the man slaps the Great Sword with his whole body hung. God instantly perceives that a shattering, double-broken future and an erosion of time have men packed their distance.

Once again a flash, a black flame arcs in the air.

From my left belly, I could no longer see the tip of the sword swung out toward my right shoulder; only the wrap of the great sword, and the remnants of the black flame, were arcing in the air. God's blood that erupts late.

"This self is immortal (Regene)"

As time rolls back, the brave body regenerates.

The brave man pounded his tongue when he seemed abominable.

"... this world is for me. You demons can't kill me."

Already twice, a man who had carried out slaughter that could be fatal wounds, raised his great sword to heaven.

Then I'll create the world.

A chill deliberately runs on the back of the ativ.

The black flames swirling in and out of the enemy in front of him were burning toward heaven to rejoice.

If we had checked the status quo now that we were too hot to fight the demons in front of us, we would have already been ready to redefine the reason for the world.

But there's no way the man in front of you will know how to do it.

"Really?

Voice of the Divine Goddess whispering in her ear.

"... Artesia!?

Attive's head spins at high speeds and begins to sort out the status quo. If you can hear the goddess of the underworld, that probably means that the old gods have renounced their vows. The god of the wind lent strength to the Spirit, not at random.

If so, the gods of the forest and the gods of the water must have also flipped the anti-flag. Did you expect to win, or couldn't stand the position of a loser?

"─ Put it in the name of my goddess. The door won't open!

"Damn!?

Instantly comprehends the meaning of the enemy's chanting spell, and the Attitude is flashed.

"Oh, can you hear me, my dear? A voice of joy. '

And even more Altesian voices whispering in his ears disturb his concentration. Glossy, but willing to kill. Along with hatred, let the Goddess of the Underworld beckon with love.

"Warriors who obeyed me, lodging enemies hostile to me, and souls decayed on all battlefields! Divers at all the gates of the Underworld!

"Let me, think!

Seven Flashes. A brilliant sword flash chops up the appearance of the enemy. But it won't stop.

The ativ still waves his sword as he senses the black darkness pushing from the back of his chest. If we stop here, the world he wants won't come for another 400 years. Four hundred years equal to a perpetual heist!

"─ Now don't open the world with me as the key!

The wound received is instantly repaired and a black flame swirls around the man.

"Aren't you afraid to disappear!? Don't..."

"─ Come, Klees! Beautiful world of chaos (Artesia)!"

The sky breaks on the sword tip of a man, and the underworld becomes critical...