Kuro no Maou

Flaming Dragon. Its identity would be more accurate: magical life, formed by pure magic, than a monster as an organism with flesh.

There are many different kinds of magical life, such as evil spirits (Reis) and fairy clans in the Spirit (Elementary), but Flame Dragon is one of the species located at the apex. The strength of magical life is simply proportional to the amount of magic that resides in its flesh.

Then the flaming dragon, almost infinitely supplied with magic from an enormous source called the earth vein, was the most powerful enough being the result of supreme necessity.

The flaming dragon that has now emerged here is quite small compared to what lives at the crater at the summit of the mountain. It is the size of a small child in a flaming dragon, but its magical power is outweighed by intelligence at the earliest, beyond still having connections with the terrestrial vein.

It is categorized as a monster in the Adventurer Alliance, but in essence, its existence is a natural disaster.

"Ghahahahaha!!

Beyond the swinging Flaming Dragon, I saw General Oak laughing high.

You must be convinced of your victory by calling out your strongest presence in the Balrog Mountains. The army of flame oaks to refrain behind is also a great boost to the General's summoning of the Flaming Dragon.

"Doesn't seem like I can manipulate it very precisely..."

Naturally, the stronger the monster, the harder it becomes to control it. The more Flaming Dragon, the more impossible that complete subordination can be.

Perhaps only two things General Oak did were summon Flaming Dragon to the occasion and a simple induction to head towards the enemy side. I'm not entirely capable of serving as a user demon (savant).

But there is no difference in the fact that an army of people suffers a devastating blow just because it embodies the natural phenomenon of a volcanic eruption. How many casualties will there be, even if the Flaming Dragon just goes across this main formation?

And in anticipation of that timing, the Flame Oak Army will dare to make a frontal assault. In that case, it is inevitable that the Adamantrian army will instantly collapse into a total collapse.

Perfect operation. At least I don't have it with the Dwarves of Adamantoria, such as the art of stopping the Flaming Dragon.

In the Balrog Mountains, it is an absolute code dating back to antiquity that we do not lay hands on flaming dragons. If you stimulate it poorly and piss it off, it is as great a crime as it is an artificial natural disaster at the earliest possible time, because it causes enormous damage.

That's why the Dwarves' hearts break the moment Flame Dragon shows up. by its strength and horror and, above all, by its common sense of uselessness.

"To, run!

"There's nothing you can do about it, Flame Dragon!

The headquarters of the Adamantrian army is in a state of confusion in Russia and is still likely to see the warriors flee to pieces.

Whether or not he was inspired by such noise, Flaming Dragon finally began to move toward us by twisting the flesh of a magma that didn't make him feel roughly biological.

Wow, wow.

A creepy roar echoes with the scorching wind.

The monster of overwhelming calories and fiery magic is now on the verge of jumping into the formation of Adamantoria.

"If you're not completely in control, you're going to figure it out - 'Walpurgis' liberation"

The black case Fiona has in her hand burns up without sound and disappears instantly. Sprayed with a grip of ash, the case-shaped sealer disappears, and the witch's scepter (staff) inside appears.

That looks more like a great mace than a cane.

Heavy black monochromatic coloring because the exterior is genuinely dark matter (dark matter). The same pitch-black hue as Chrono's "Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)".

But the brilliance that floated there was not a disastrous crimson, but a brilliant golden.

From the gripping pattern, a line of magic gleaming in gold emerges instantly, drawing a geometric pattern. That's the tip of the wand, the more it looks like a mace, when it reaches the core structure of a magic wand with a loud, murderous shape - crisp, and the gear meshes and sounds like it moves.

"I don't use protection, and let's bloom for about five minutes"

The tip opened, with a dazzling golden glow, echoing a mechanical actuation sound. As the flowers bloom, the armor that had been folded runs and the burning light leaks out of the open gap.

Even though I haven't released my magic with this wand yet, my skin is emitting so much high heat that it's about to burn, because that's the only reason a huge amount of magic is super dense and aggregated. "Ainsbroom" is a different output than "Ainsbroom".

The secret lies, of course, in the core crystal of the heart of the magic wand. A grand magic instrument (artifact) grade magic crystal, created by citing Fiona's heart and blood and the total power of Tor Heavy Industries Workshop I.

As I said five minutes of blooming, by opening about half of the sealed armor, beyond the brilliance that leaks out of that gap, there is a sole. But it emits an intense brilliance to look directly at the sun, and therefore it is no match to see all of its shape and brilliance.

No, to a flaming dragon that is not a person, but even crosses the boundaries of a monster, he may have stared straight at its harsh and fierce golden light.

"Well, this kind of method is for Mr. Lily, but let's do it - 'tuned fluctuation (echo)'"

There are several types of ways to use wild monsters.

One is Tutoring (Tame).

How to build a subordinate relationship with nature by chaining the target monster and acting together while giving candy and whip. It is essentially the same as catching a pet dog, and is the most basic and universal way to do it.

Another is in tune (tuning).

Whereas instruction is a service to living monsters with animal instincts, tuning (tuning) is a service to magical life such as the Spirit (elemental).

The principle is to instill and synchronize your magic into the other person to convey, obey, or dominate this intent. If you are a first-rate magician, especially if you are not in the Summoner class, there is no creation to make the same spirits (elementary) as your own good attributes follow in tune (tuning).

Therefore, Fiona also has quite a taste.

"Tune Wave (Echo)" is the basic magic of tune (tuning), which emits its own magical powers against the opponent and directly interferes like telepathy.

Most of all, she is not good at magic control, she is not good at tuning (tuning), where delicate control is important, and she has never had a chance to reveal that skill, as she did not have any particularly necessary occasions in 'Element Master'.

But only this time, miraculous conditions were in place.

The tuned opponent is the burning magma monster, Flaming Dragon.

By Fiona's high-output tuning (tuning), a lined spirit (elemental) would almost burst with overload, but I wouldn't worry about that to my fiery dragon opponent, who moves with infinite magic.

And that Flame Dragon is not a wack controlled by precise higher magic, but is manipulated by a simple technique of calling and guiding, almost by magic and compatible force moves. No protection (protection) against external interference has been taken either.

What's more, Fiona's power increases more than usual in the Balrog Mountains, where the primary color magic of fire is full of color. The amount of magic that can be exercised is corrected by natural primary color magic.

In addition to this, if you have a new wand, Walpurgis, that not only endures spinning Fiona's proud enormous magic in full, but even amplifies it -

"Stop."

Twinkly, little word.

But with just one word of that, Flaming Dragon stopped moving pitifully.

"Hey, what the hell!?

"Stopped... Flaming Dragon Stops..."

The thick dwarves of the liver also look up breathlessly. Flaming Dragon opened his scorching jaw and was finally in a position close to jumping into the main formation.

Fiona, who was devoting herself to exercising the ultra-output 'harmonic fluctuation (echo)', finally realized what a flaming dragon had stopped right over her head, and a glimmer of cold sweat conveyed her cheeks.

"Huh, that was critical."

Honestly, I don't tell anyone that I kind of thought, "Oh, maybe not" in the middle of doing it.

Anyway, it's a success, so it's a good idea. I did it under extreme circumstances of bad magic that I don't normally use, and yet I don't have time, so far enough, you'd do well.

"Not really, it's a good idea to keep it. For me and for you."

Flame Dragon was caused by Fiona's tuning (tuning), for one thing, only stopped me from moving. But that's just a whim for Flame Dragon. If you can talk to people, they just listened to so many small whispers that they were going to disappear for now.

It's a mundane clap, and I don't know when the Flaming Dragon will move out. And if we start to storm around in earnest, it's impossible to contain Fiona any more, no matter how much.

Go back to the mountains.

Along with a dialogue that tells the little one, Fiona exalts the golden 'Walpurgis'.

Twice and three times, the flaming dragon stared at its sun-like glow... and flipped herself gently and began to return to her original path. Yes, the Teng himself, who summoned the Flame Dragon, will sit down, heading to the headquarters of Flame Oak.

"Flaming Dragon is returning!

"What, did you hear that little girl?

"Anything. Yeah, thanks anyway."

The breath and voice of relief leak from the midst of Adamantoria into the figure of a flaming dragon who leaves with his back turned. I guess I can't honestly cheer because there's still a flaming dragon with a tremendous presence right beside me. I can't help but be anxious to see what kind of stimulus it is and not come flying around again because I'm in a bad mood.

"You can't keep up with the weird magic currents anymore."

Only Fiona had a swallowing voice toward the departing Flaming Dragon.

It drives me completely out of my mind, pushing back the imminent volcanic threat. I feel like I'm done with another job.

In fact, the job already is that the ordered emergency quest, the Flame Oak Army Crusade, is about to end.

Across the flaming dragon as he returned to the mountains, Fiona saw the face of the original surgeon, General Flame Oak.

"Wu, ga,... agga..."

Fiona doesn't know what a monster oak looks like.

I don't know, but somehow I thought his face looked like I saw him bedridden his beloved woman. Believe me, the flaming dragon I sent out...

"People don't magically lose when they're dealing with monsters."

The three-horned flame oak must have been a genius as to whether one would be born every hundred years in that species.

In Flame Oak, a monster, there is no magic inheritance or master. He would have braided his own art of manipulating the main flaming dragons of the Balrog Mountains, relying only on that talent he was born with.

With its immense flaming magic and magic power, use the Flaming Dragon to attack the damask. The operation was half-successful.

The greatest misfortune for him was that his enemies also had flaming magic geniuses.

Talents above themselves. And more importantly, to a witch who had a master who inherited the magic technique and inherited it from a man of cotton, there can be no rivalry, such as a one-generation self-taught magician.

"If you had been born a man, you would have been a fine Summoner."

Too bad, Fiona snaps at the words that acknowledge his talent, while Flame Oak's general is swallowed up by the returning Flame Dragon.

"Gu, Ga...... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

A big disconnect that echoes the Balrog Mountains.

His divinity and every troll responsible for it disappear into the big mouth of the magma. If the Flaming Dragon eats you, you will not even have ashes left, destined to extinguish.

"Mugaaaaaa!"

"Oooohhhhhhhh!?

And the army of flame oaks that held back also follow the same end road as the general.

I guess I haven't stained myself with a warning against Flaming Dragon as strongly as Dwarf. Before the impending Fire Dragon, those who foolishly tried to fight back continued.

If I keep quiet, I would have straightened across the main formation straight and almost returned toward the summit, because of the bad stimulus, I would buy Flame Dragon's wrath.

From there on, at the earliest, we can't even call it a fight, a massacre. No, that could be more accurate, such as an accident, just being involved in a natural disaster.

Flaming dragons, a moving mass of magma, storm around endlessly throughout the flame oak formations. No iron blade, no magic, it can't go through. It's impossible to stop a volcanic eruption with a weapon.

A flaming dragon just shook his head like crawling through the earth, hundreds, thousands, and the Flame Oak soldiers are swallowed up and disappear.

Those who flee to the people will soon come out, but there is no escape.

Flaming dragons take advantage of their large bodies and wrap them around like snakes. A huge place, surrounding all the outer perimeter of the position.

And if you tighten that up and go - there couldn't have been, like, an escape.

Gwow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

Flaming dragons leave.

Destroy the Flame Oak with no one left. However, he left only the black-burned land and went back to the mountains.

The Dwarves of Adamantoria only saw the overwhelming outrage without saying a word.

"You can win this, right?

Everyone was in silence, and Fiona was casually speaking to a stiff Dwarf warrior next door.