Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

In the name of God, even if he may fall without strength, his faith is immovable, and his soul is immortal.

As head of the Knights of Cathedral Crusaders, a diocesan crusader who believed so firmly, he was Bernardo Gloria Casas, certified "Saint (Saint)" and closest to God, but fear and despair were about to reign at the beginning of his heart.

- What the hell is this?!

A bunch of vampires just filling the horizon.

- What the hell is that?!

Dark clouds and standing pitch-black castles dye the time it should be midday.

- What is that?!

A huge bunch of demons coming at the head of the vampires.

- What the hell, what am I looking at?!

And he opened his mouth as if he were just eating up heaven, cutting off the language... an unclean monster like a raw rotten dragon even the word HUGE!

"Ha ha, how about that? My masterpiece, Abandoned Dragon (Nidheck), I created because I can't afford to lose from 500,000 people! I'm good at sewing and knitting, so I kind of took advantage of the stunt to make it."

On his head, which only looked like a relative sesame seed grain, Paren, the masked Phantom named the chief of the vampires, held his belly in heartfelt delight.

People transformed into parts (parts) of Abandoned Dragons (Nidheck) - who were neither vampires nor dead - were crying in tears as they melted, shouting pains and resentments that were not voices, reaching out and seeking salvation.

Hell. It was a cliché but only a sight of hell.

As if yesterday's monster (Glendale) had been held in a reversed position, the 5,000 most powerful knights of the continent, who braved their penetration in wedges, were only ever diminished in their momentum, and gradually reduced in their number where they could no longer move.

If you're going to die, it's still good. For the gates of heaven belong to them.

But oh...... isn't it your colleague who was next door until just now, standing at the head of the monsters, putting on a look of joy and stripping out pointy fangs that are unlikely to be human?!

"All of you, we're going to pierce the enemy leader more than this! One of you. Come on, give him his head! Don't look back! - Penetrate!!

Hoping under his eyes that Bernardo would put together the remaining gestures and set the ball ready to crush forward,

"Whoa. You got guts."

Paren kicked one of the faces at his feet - the grief-stricken face of a man who once held the title of Chancellor of the Grawior Empire - with one leg.

"All right, go. Nidheck! It's a test run."

In a moment, as if the sky had fallen, the immense jaw of the Abandoned Dragon (Nidheck) loomed over the heads of the surviving Cathedral Knights, and a moment of resistance was void, and the vampires around them were regarded collectively as a single drink, and thus the Cathedral Crusaders, the Cathedral Crusaders, dubbed the most powerful troops of the continent, disappeared from the world.

"Ooh, ooh. This is gonna be a lot of trouble picking it out in your stomach."

That's what Pearlen groaned as she gently fixed the silk hat position.

Eight swords of Rapok loom as they draw a random orbit there.

"- That's what I expected!

Moment after moment, eight swords chopped up the paren split that moved in the shadow split (Shadow Branch), and hundreds of meters above the head alone moved from the top to the top of an abandoned dragon (Nidheck), the paren rattled his fingers with the pattin.

Upon that signal, a bunch of vampires, who had just filled the horizon, simultaneously clawed pointy nails to their neck muscles and cut arteries at once.

Blood tides that blow up dye the earth red like fountains.

One of those places. The space seemed seemingly unmistakable and crooked, making one blonde sturdy in brilliant silver armor. The other turned into an uncharacteristic brunette youth by this.

"Yes! Will this still make a difference?"

A dark lightning bolt flew to where the dark-haired young man struck his tongue without letting his hair in.

Warlock Skill 'Dark Blast'

"I found it!!

Lapoku stands up as a shield and receives this, but from the top of his head - it was too huge and the distance was insane, but the abandoned dragon (Nidheck), which shrunk its distance by just a stretch, came covered with its weight.

"Oh no!"

Before the overwhelming mass chunks with no moves or anything, Rapok's sword moves make no sense either.

"Run away!

The moment I laid my hand on Shadow Lang's pompous shoulder, the Abandoned Dragon (Nidheck) clashed against the earth.

A noiseless roar tore the atmosphere apart, blowing those who were nearby into the air like dust, and those who were away were also slammed to the ground with house-lined shockwaves.

This shock was tremendous, he said, causing the earthquake to wield far and near the border.

"Hmm. Did I let you get away...? Sopo."

Pearlen twisted her neck over the abandoned dragon (Nidheck) in a light-hearted manner and immediately regained her mind, "Okay."

"Let's fill our bellies with the people who went into our bellies first. That captain looked pretty delicious..."

So alone his body was sucked into the abandoned dragon (Nidheck) as it sank into the mud after a long time.

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Aeon Sacred King Sacred Capital Facsimile.

Adjacent to the cathedral - no, the top floor of the 'Tower of the Pale God', around which the cathedral was built and the temple shaped.

A different man with bronze scaly skin on blue hair who was listening to the report, sitting in a luxurious chair, carved a wrinkle between his brows in the center of a hallowed room just like the other world, not even a breeze coming in through an open window on all sides.

"... that it's annihilated?

"Yeah, brilliantly of things. - Chiuka, I can't be gay, you know."

Shadow Lang shrugged his shoulder at all heights with a hint of coal.

With a bumpy face next to it, Lapoque stands.

"You. Congratulations! I think I followed you guys for what you were doing in the first place! I didn't expect to fail once or twice... who instructed you to unseal me in the first place!?"

"It was Warren's old man who unsealed it. I just followed that old man and moved as he told me to scratch the empire around..."

and the shadow man's cheek in his mouth made a flashy noise.

A man who stood up silently punched him with his fist, with or without his presence.

Shadowloon, who took a few steps of Tatara, fell to the stone floor out of balance.

From its mouth, a strip of blood spills.

"... Ammo"

"How incompetent?! I suppose that's how dangerous it is to keep it sealed! Fact is I'm rambling around as I please. Can you take responsibility for this result!?

"Nothing, if you're in the way, isn't that what you have to do to smash Mr. Shima's life bead? I thought it meant something to you performances exactly, and you were sent yourself, but you're not?

A shadow man who runs his gaze at something like a tiny crystal sphere arranged between the walls while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Two of the eight are already cracked, and one has no color from the beginning.

"If I can do that, I'm doing it! The first prototype he ever created, a failure that didn't plant a safety device like yours (breaker). But an individual with a clear ego that exceeds what was originally assumed, so I sealed it for something."

The man looks down at Shadow Lang with the look of his anger pushing him to death.

Lapoku secretly bit his back teeth into the words and deeds of a man handling himself completely.

"After all, isn't the blame on your husband? It's my husband who failed or left me, so I'm your husband, both in terms of manufacturer and management responsibilities."

A blue man who grabs the collar of a shadow man who says it's obvious and forces him to stand.

"You're missing something to say... who are you going to listen to? I can't do this! Whom do you think gave the world life and strength and place! Have you forgotten that?!"

"I don't remember getting any favors."

Shadow Lang shook off gently, kicking it with his awakened eyes.

"I'm tired of being here. I'll have some free time."

"Is...? What are you talking about?

"I'm telling you to let me quit? I get irrationally messed up every time, and when it comes to work, who to kill, where to destroy it, that's all I'm gonna say. - That's what I'm going to pull out." Bye. "

Lowering his head, Shadowloon turned his back.

"You've got to be kidding me everywhere...! - Look."

For a moment, one of the crystal spheres that was on the wall over the palm of the stretched man - something with dim darkness obsessed inside, moved in an instant.

A man steps out with a gruesome grin.

"It's your life bead. Add a little strength to this and you're done. Death to the traitor - no, you have to destroy the failures. That's what you said. You know that, don't you? That your place is nowhere in the Three Thousand Worlds."

Shadow Lang's leg stopped.

"Are you threatening me if I don't do what I want?... Damn, these are the masters of the biggest guilds, so I'm glad I made them for my daughter."

Make a mockery of Shadow Man, who stings and describes himself.

"Talk about it... as if you were the one in charge. Did you get used to scarlet snow? Or even an illusion? This is ridiculous! You are nothing but a phantom of a former player. You think a soulless puppet has become a human being? I know I'm going to get out of here and roll into Scarlet Snow, but if I find out who you are, I'll give you your hands back."

"... which is it? Though I think the lady was feeling thin. You also put a good deal of emotion on it. You know your daughter. Unlike you don't know anything about it at all in the wind?

For a moment, I lost all expression from the man's face. I guess my anger emotions have shaken out and flattened the other way around.

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A crack ran on the Missy crystal sphere.

"Gu... I did, but I may have created myself... but when I die, let me choose for myself...!

Holding his chest in bitterness, Shadow Lang ran to a nearby window, kicking himself on the floor and jumping out.

Its body arcs and falls from the tower.

"Hmm......!

On the way down, shattering the crystal sphere the man had in his hand, Shadowloon reclined for a moment in the air, falling straight into a moat that was flowing beneath the tower without force.

"... I didn't expect you to waste your life beads on this. I can't use this guy at all."

The man flipped his back out the window as a small ripple spread and eventually threw a scorn at Shadow Lang's back, which had risen.

"We have to hit the next hand ASAP! Keep the Archpope downstairs!

When ordered, Poku peeled his gaze off Shadowloon's body, which was pushed away slowly by the water stream, leaving the spot behind as it had been bounced.