Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Just for a moment, may I stop by Lindholm Spiritual Mountain"

Merea said.

"... right. I'm just passing by. I don't think we're going to miss a lot in time."

Meleas The demon kings of the Aeos Expedition were just leaving Remusee yesterday and now moving on to the western edge of the eastern continent.

'Cause Noel's got legs.'

Black scale ground dragon, ride "Noel".

"Gaw!"

"You're getting to understand human language day by day."

I saw a wide river ahead.

It is a canal that serves as the main border of the eastern continent.

The centre of the world is separated by mountain ranges, including Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, but the Grand Canal and the deep forest in front of it were the reference points when determining its borders as a country.

The reason is terminal, because the center of the world was too harsh an environment for people to live in.

The streets used by the traffickers are barely built, but the odor cannot be wiped away to settle.

"Something Unidentified" lives in Lindholm Spiritual Mountain. But there are other signs of what people have to be.

"Now I think we used to climb Lindholm Spiritual Mountain."

Noel accidentally took the preliminary motion of a huge leap.

In the meantime, Lilium says as she holds her red hair back.

"There's a difference in the level of danger around there, too. Maybe the path we've all taken was a relatively good one."

Where Merea answered, Noel treaded strongly on the earth.

Soon after the earth is swept up, the giant rises to the sky.

Each of the demon kings cling to a special dragon saddle (gura) attached to Noel's back, watching the clouds slowly approaching.

"It's basically safe to have a commercial street."

The only thing is that Merea isn't the only one who clings to anything, but sits jealously on Noel's neck root with her hands on her hips and an extra look.

"Basically,"

Said Lilium as she closed one eye and withstood the wind blowing in her face.

"But the woods at the foot we came through showed strange signs after all. I didn't care because I was used to that feeling, but this is how I spent some time in the lower realm and finally realized how different it was."

After a while, the scenery now begins to flow in the opposite direction. The jump reached its peak and the altitude began to drop.

"Noel, land carefully," Melea said, tapping Noel's neck lightly.

"So what's it like now? If we cross this canal, we'll be in the middle of the world in no time."

Looking down, he saw a glittering canal.

I'm just crossing that canal right now.

Lillium asked Merea as she felt a strange floating sensation about the current situation, which she would otherwise have jumped across by boat.

"It looks worse than before."

"The place I went through isn't much different than before, though?

"Because the environment around here changes dizzily. Maybe it has something to do with the wars taking place on various continents. The smell of blood encourages awakening of all sorts of things. - Noel, a little more to the right. Soften the ground around there."

Melea slapped him in the palm of the hand.

At the same time, the snow and white hair dyes in pitch black.

Moreover Merea raised one hand in the sky, pointing to heaven.

"Reitoshiyu"

It is the "sword of the water god (Seurat-Euras)" that appeared countless times in the space Melea pointed to.

They sensed the shaking of Merea's arms and flew towards a point on the ground.

Down, a razor blade pierced one after the other by the brown ground reflected in the distance, reflecting and shimmering the sunlight just like the canal.

"Melt."

Hold the hand Melea waved down.

Countless razor-sharp swords pierced the earth so that they could play properly and lose shape.

In an instant, the water stains the earth, further softening the area torn apart by a razor blade.

"Gaw"

He finally landed on the earth as Noel flapped his ground dragon wings to regulate the descent route.

"Well done."

Merea praises Noel by softening her hair back into white again.

"So, here's a continuation of what I just said -"

With Noel's back running out again, Merea, blurring and looking in the direction of her progress, turned again towards Lilium.

"Well, I don't think it would be particularly dangerous with Noel's legs. And even if the spirit comes out, I can handle it."

"In the Great Sickle of the Dead Emperor?"

"There is that, and there are other means. Recently, we've become more and more proficient in the English spirits' manners."

"Sounds like it. That's the same thing now, isn't it?

Lilium was surprised that Merea had now locally used The Rage of Tyranny.

"Four Gates"? You said you could only open it all at once, but you picked it out and opened it. "

From the demon kings who followed Virgilia, they heard that Merea had opened only the Second Gate.

But this is the first time I've seen the real thing.

"Yeah. I even opened that one to the" Wang Gate ". This is enough for a single use of Li Jianshi Rain. There's not much recoil."

"I wonder if other English spiritual procedures can now be adjusted a lot."

Lilium asks, knowing the answer.

Before going on this expedition, he held his usual surgical lecture to find out what was happening with Merea, where Lilium was amazed at Merea's growth.

- This man grows at an even faster rate after a real battle.

Of course, it is necessary to understand reason as a premise, but in the case of Merea, sensation takes precedence in mastering technology from it.

If you tame some reasoning into your head, you'd better move the rest.

"You're a bummer. There are also many English spiritual ceremonies, some of which I am particularly bad at. It's still a little hard to use anything that needs a huge, ongoing surgical treatment."

I can't imagine what level that's on in Lilium.

I tend to forget when I'm near Merea, but in the first place, it's an anomaly that I'm letting the "Thunder God" and "Wind God" operate in an instant.

"Well, it's time to see Spiritual Mountain. - Long time no see."

Lillium tried to hear even more exciting stories from Merea, but as Merea looked up at the white mountain that seemed far away and gave her a nostalgic voice,

"Right. Really... Long time no see"

For one thing, I decided to cut the story off.

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The top of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain was there strictly as if time had stopped there at the end of the sight.

Hundreds of tombstones made of shredded stones.

White alpine flowers in bloom.

A short distance away you can see the cliff scratches once made by Mooseg's Operating Soldiers by the White Light Cannon.

――

Each of the demon kings walked slowly among the hundreds of tombstones.

When it all started.

The names of the heroes of the Old Ages that didn't last long to take a slow look.

The name you know, the name you don't know.

There was also a name there that closely related to the present situation of the Demon Kings.

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"- Kurza-Katastrov"

Mariza-Catastrov, for the first time that day, saw the tomb of his ancestors.

The ancestors of the issue to which they are subjected.

Without that man, I would undoubtedly not have been born.

"Thanks to you, I am struggling a lot"

Marisa knelt down in front of the headstone and told him to talk.

Long silver hair is shaken by the wind of the Spirit Mountain.

"But I would not have been born if you hadn't defended my country with the power you called" tyranny. "

Next to Mariza, there was Melea.

I'm just standing still and listening to Marisa, letting her snow and white hair sneak into the wind of Spiritual Mountain, just like her.

"So for one thing, I'll thank you. And from now on, when I have defeated the power of this name, I will thank you again. I'm sure I won't have a scratch at that time."

That's what Marisa said, touching the name engraved on the headstone only once.

"Are you done?"

Then I immediately look at Marisa, who stood up, and Melea says gently.

"Yes. Now that's enough. I'd like to complain somewhat, because where I said, wielded by the power of this tyranny, it lacks persuasion. I'll tell you a lot after I give in to this power and make it completely my own."

"Ha, Kurza also had a daughter-in-law"

Melea says with a laugh of fun.

"Well, there's a lot of resemblance to what's solid. Kurza looked soft too, but because the fruit was pretty stubborn"

Said to resemble Cruza, Mariza loosened her expression for a moment plainly, but quickly regained her chilled face.

"Look, there are still people who are happy to have you back, so let's go to the next grave"

"Yes, you are."

Marisa turned away as if to do a blindfold and pinched and pulled Merea's sleeve.

Merea follows with a gentle smile on the pull.

Then Melea prayed in front of all the graves.

The colleagues also prayed in the same way.

A hundred English spirits who raised Melea.

We wouldn't have lived without them.

If I never met Melea, I wouldn't have felt like fighting the world currents like this.

It all started here.

"Huh?"

and that is how a certain guest visits them in prayer.

It was just after I finished praying to the last grave.

"Blue -"

The first thing I noticed about that visitor was Lilium.

- Snakes?

On a slightly snowy summit, a blue-transparent snake, never seen before, was climbing up with his neck raised high.