Kuro no Maou

Salamander, also known as the Fire Dragon, is a representative and symbolic of a number of monsters.

There are no front legs like birds, the Wyvern-shaped dragon with rear legs and both wings, the salamander looks so typical.

Covering his whole body with crimson scales, a burning flame-like hue, his wings winged freely and freely dazzle the sky, and his nail fangs so sharp that they are incomparable, such as the sword of the line, tear down his prey.

And a special dragon brace, comparable in power to the advanced attack magic of the flames.

You will have to understand with the fear that springs from the bottom of your heart that this is the kind of dragon that, if you look at it, reigns at the apex of an organism.

Such a salamander had a large nest on the summit of a mountain here in the northern part of the Galahad Mountains.

It is a large, natural cave ideal for nesting and probably also a place that salamanders living in the area have been using for generations.

It also entitles those with the most powerful powers in the northern Galahad Mountains to use it.

This time the user still did not leak into the example, and was a salamander with a large body body more than once among his peers.

The male and female turn (Tsugai) is usually the only male that is big, but this Fire Dragon couple boasted equally splendid giants.

When dealing with a dragon called Salamander, these two are the most dangerous combinations.

Firstly, the fact that you have two heads at your turn, that you are a larger and more powerful individual than usual, that you are particularly vigilant against external enemies in the midst of eggs already raising hatching chicks, and that you are as powerful as males up to females.

In view of all this, you will find that it is an extraordinarily dangerous one compared to the usual Rank 4 quest to crusade only one salamander.

Thus, both nearby living organisms and the Spartan Adventurer Guild were two of the most powerful found in this northern region of the Galahad Mountains.

Gawwwwwwwwww!!

The moment that vicious roar echoed into the cave, it was pulled down more than the throne named the strongest.

Inside the cave, which houses the Salamander's nest, there is a backward smell of blood.

What is there is a tragic tragic carcass that runs out of miserable words even when people see it, far from what a powerful dragon looks like in its lifetime.

Successful wings dancing in the sky are pulled by force and rolled there like a paperworker torn apart by a child.

The sharp fang-lined jaws that chewed up the prey were torn up and down as this was also forced to be torn open by force, with lacerations running all the way to the middle of the neck.

The supple, tough tails that slap their fellow countrymen down will never be pulled out of their roots and swung like whips again.

Red dragon scales of strength over steel were shattered and scattered like beaten with huge hammers.

But surprisingly, rather than crushing its strong scales, it boasts a tremendous heat resistance, which would be the scales that are so flame-resistant that they can withstand even if the scorching dragon braces they themselves throw up strike directly, burning and melting off.

Two such terrible and similar bodies are exposed to a tragic death, chopped, torn, crushed and torn to pieces so indistinguishable as to tell which one is male and which one is female at the earliest.

The answer to why the hell is this, even monsters, is convincingly simple and clear.

Yes, someone stronger than two salamanders appeared, that's all.

Woaaaaaaaaa!!

Once again, a roar echoes in the cave.

Its source, regardless, was not a breathless salamander, but a single warcraft that looked completely different from the dragon.

At first glance, it looks like a gorilla-like body, a thick arm on the ground and walking on all fours.

But its size is the enormity that a monster should have, and the total height from arm to head is more than six meters, a giant with a dozen meters of total length from the tip of the head to the tip of the hind leg.

They are smaller than salamanders, but from a human point of view they would both be classified as the same large monster.

Its large flesh is tightened to the extreme, with a much sharper impression compared to gorillas, but the muscle buoyancy in the upper body is so great that it goes beyond the power pride of minotaurs and cyclopses.

Five fingers in his hand, but the arms themselves, man of course, both gorillas and minotaurs, were like the trunks of an incomparably thick, millennial-old tree.

In particular, the right arm was one turn larger than the left, adding more to its heterogeneous strength.

The back of your right hand is embedded with a bright red jewel-like crystal that emits a strong glow like 'Red Crystal (Beryl)', making you think that the signs of tremendous magic emanating from it are secrets that have fired enough to scorch the salamander.

He basically has black furrows, but wraps bright red hair around his neck, chest, arms and other areas like burning flames as they are shaped.

The redhead was still loose as it was in the case of pneumonia, and the redhead area at its tip, which produced a cow-like tail, also looked like a pine light.

At the end of the Warcraft, who thus creepily slackens his proud redhead and slowly walks, are the children of the Salamander, who raise a queue and a tall voice.

You can't escape because you're never shrugging yourself into fear, because wings that can fly in the sky as young as you are, half of them have been pulled a thousand times and have lost their ability to fly.

It's a hind leg that can already run much faster than a human if you run, but one of them just crawls around unplugged.

All ten heads raised here had been left in such a half-dead state, nothing else, by this black and red warcraft.

In the first place, the children had already had their wings and legs broken before two of their parents were killed.

It was an instant gap that took my eyes off me, and there was no such thing as half-killing about ten Salamander children who were only helpless from the Warcraft.

Regardless, immediately after doing so, the parents noticed this sudden appearance of the wolf of the intruder and launched an attack with anger.

And to this day, the children have been shown to be tragically murdered by their parents.

After all, no one knows what Salamander's child, who is not as intelligent as man, thought when he saw it.

But the Warcraft must have seen Salamander's child, who could only cry and cry in front of him, and felt certain fear and despair there.

It is nothing more than the most pleasing appearance of those of brutal nature imprisoned by ravaging pleasure, hence the Warcraft laughed.

Faced as sharp as a wolf, but with a wide open mouth, its face only appears to have an evil grin.

The two characteristic long, pointed ears, also visible in the ears of the rabbit, are shaking over his head with pleasure.

The evil eyes with red eyes in the black eyes were delightfully narrowed, and he finally looked at the noisy children.

Thus, when some time passed, he pinched one of the children, who was crawling around the ground to escape, with his big right arm, and threw it straight into his own big mouth.

It doesn't matter if it bursts, hard scales or bones, chews it together and eats it as blood drips from your mouth.

You were satisfied with the taste of that fire dragon meat, and when you gave one groan, you reached for the next child, desperately running away with your safe feet and halved wings.

The meal ended less than five minutes later, and those who lived in the cave finally became only warcraft.

Gawwwwwwwwww!!

The roaring roar echoes not only in the cave, but also outside.

To boast to all the creatures that live there that they themselves are the new kings of this mountain.