I was going to fight the dragon.
But the dragon is trying to drown his head against me.
[Are you concerned about the cause with the Dwarves?
Surely he called the devil Lord, and fought against the dwarves, and gained treasure, but would this be the inevitability of mercenary work?
If the new Lord says that if you are concerned, you will not be able to rebuild the mountain, you may move to this place.]
Of course, with a ruse.
Talk about risks and costs, and be logical. And with an ill-gotten smile,
[Come on, are you a hero? - Show me enough vessels to see me.]
And so on and so on.
My thoughts were confused by unforeseen developments.
It certainly is in logic.
A dragon is a good thing.
Sounds right in terms of efficiency and risk management.
If we avoid fighting dragons and keep dragons under our umbrella, we can be safe for the moment and increase our power.
But I have a bad feeling about it.
Something, I feel like I'm being fooled.
But I don't know what that is.
What am I missing?
[I'm not a very concerned person…………? Disease, good choice]
Words like rushing there.
Confusion accelerates.
Shouldn't we be channelling the dragon's words? But then the desperate death fight begins.
Then we should accept the words of the dragon? But that's exactly what they're looking for.
Grunting, all the same things go around thinking.
... irresistible grandeur.
I remember it somewhere. … in a previous life.
I feel like I was squatting in that dark room and doing something similar.
"Ugh..."
The groan leaks.
My memories are instantly behind my brain.
Dim room.
Monitor lights.
I can't step myself out.
I don't even know what to do.
The agony of burning your chest.
Time passes for no reason.
Still, I don't know what to do anymore.
Raise a groan.
Zero tears.
Still, time passes by for no reason.
What can I do to be saved? [M]
What do I choose and do? [M]
I don't even know that anymore.
Somebody. Somebody. Somebody, please...
Its memories, which ended with nothing to choose from, accelerated the rush more.
Something black, sticky, crawls up from the mud deep inside my heart.
What do you want me to do? How do I...
Shallow breath, cold hands and feet, stiff.
Yet gently, sweat seeps through your back.
I had reached the pole of confusion.
That's when.
- I felt softly attached a little hand to my head.
looks up to heaven all the time.
Of course, I don't see anything.
There are just dark ceilings.
But coincidence or inevitability.
Looking up deepened my breathing.
Oxygen is taken up in the body with deep breathing and runs through the blood.
The blunt hemorrhagic brain was blown with fresh air, along with the feeling of moving out again.
Her words, I can rise.
- Because the oath of that day is mine and yours.
Oh, that's right.
I was already saved by her.
That's how I swore.
Most importantly, he took an oath.
- Don't be afraid. I am with you.
My heart beat my pulse.
- Don't hang around. Because I am your God.
The blurry thoughts become clearer.
- I will strengthen thee, and help thee, and protect thee with my light.
Stagnant due to tension and confusion, heat gushes up again on the body that was cooling.
Looks like a warm fire lit up my chest.
… What if something called courage takes shape.
Or maybe it feels like this.
In my head, many sparkling flickers.
Thoughts circle like funny. Logic is assembled.
Varakiaka's proposal would have been part of the strategy to deprive calm and lack judgment with its beauty and pressure.
As long as the spirit stabilizes. If they don't even swallow it. …… the rest is simple.
Right, look back.
"Menel, Lu, Mr Leistov, Mr Gerreis"
Menel has already accompanied the bow with an arrow of misrills that he recovered in the hall.
Lu also has Halvard in his hand and is always ready to move.
Mr. Leistoff's hand is in the sword pattern, and God's speed sword extraction is ready.
Mr. Gerreyes' body and his big shield are also truly reliable.
"Depending on the outcome of this discussion, everything will be decided. Be prepared."
When I said that, everyone nodded.
... ready, warrior's face.
When I finish checking, I look back.
[Hmm……………?
Varakhiaka roars.
From a dragon's perspective, I may have seen a lot of change. [M]
[Have you decided? Then choose, The End of the Holy Knight. - Peace or death]
I was asked to say something interesting.
"I won't choose"
Cut and throw away lightly.
"You're the one who chooses, Valakhiaka."
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The evil dragon shook himself up.
[Hmm. - My, what do you think you're choosing?
To inquire, take a step forward and look up.
The dragon, which I thought looked like a school building, now looks somewhat smaller.
It must have been a false sense of size created by the mind due to the feeling of oppression and intimidation.
"Reform or (...), No (...)"
Ask straight.
Evil Dragon came here to begin, peeling his eyes a little.
… that's right.
If you think calmly, it's a simple story.
Even if it seems logical at first glance, such as keeping the mighty evil dragon on your abs, it is still only a stupid option.
Let's assume that we have drawn Valakiaka into our own faction.
What does Valachiaka do next?
Listen to me honestly? Eating sleep quietly? Stupid.
If you do that to swallow, I'll kill you for endangering the dragon.
Then what?
To leap (...) is decided (...).
To increase the value of your existence.
To prevent it from being truncated.
Evil Dragon brings chaos against me, increases enemies, and continues to fight.
It is also a massive and harsh battle that requires the power of a dragon.
Then I won't be able to trump Valakiaka. [M]
… so if I seek the power of the dragon and fight with it, the dragon becomes an essential symbol for me.
In that case, it will no longer, increasingly, be truncated.
While naming him my men, the dragon plots to devour me and everything around me to ensure my safety from the day I fly.
I don't even think I can control the dragon conspiracy that lives from the Divine Age.
I have no choice but to hold a dragon to keep my morale.
It's like a tough drug.
"Let's check. The" peace "you present is the" limited peace between me and you ".
It's not "my peace," it's not "the peace of innocent people." - Is it not?
On that question, the dragon laughed.
Even happily, painfully.
[Hahaha! Ri, you're right]
The true dragon who lives more than the Divine Age is one of the creatures most familiar with the Word of Creation.
And the Word weakens its power by falsehood.
Dragons never lie, even if they are deluded, if asked from the front.
"If so, my terms are still one. - Change your mind."
[Kuku…… What do you mean, change it?
"Its constant quest for war, its fanatical nature of plotting."
Straighten up.
Staring into the eyes of a golden ship.
"If you change your mind, swear, and truly seek refuge in me,"
If you mean to live in peace.
If you no longer seek blood but when you need it, and live in the presence of a good God, besides the heat of his frenzy.
"I swear to God of Lightning, too, I will protect you. Protect you from all enemies for as long as you live."
Dragons and people, they don't change.
If there is anything to truly mourn, reach out.
If evil harms the innocent, fight.
- Dark-haired, stood silent god, as he swore that day.
"That's my way of life."
Then I made up my mind.
"Come on! Reformation or Razor Battle! Let's hear back, dragon!
To a screaming question, the dragon moved his wings.
Bubble, and the heat and temper blow.
[- Mixed!]
The first to be issued was a compliment.
[Well done, I answered "The Riddle of the Dragon". The End of the Holy Knight.
Pinched wings.
Knock, jaw drawn.
[I am not a reckless savage who wields his power over the disciples. Nor is he a savvy savior of his life.
Be courageous and wise, feel damned and divine about the right path you believe in! Exactly. Successor to the heroes.]
The relaxed and lazy posture until earlier is no longer visible.
There are no shards, such as interesting air.
[- I will recognize you as a true brave man.]
There was the great dragon of the Divine Age.
[On top of that, the choice to revamp, no use to say no!
A dragon can roar.
[My name is Valakhiaka! Turn it into "Sickle of the Gods" and "Sickle of Disaster"!
And make him King of Poison and Sulphur, my Lava compatriots! Poison kills and harms, lava boils and rolls to life!
War! Disaster! Takeshi! Treasure! Death! Sacrificial maiden! Hero! What's a dragon without them?
… The Immortal Stagnate referred to the evil dragon Varakhiaka as an object.
I'm sure it's stubborn.
I'm obsessed with this world, money, struggle, safety, sleep.
Varakiaka obsesses. That's all so called low next desire.
But the essence of it...
[My name is Valakhiaka! The gods fear, too, and become the most powerful and oldest dragon, Varakhiaka!
Self-realization.
Keeping yourself as a dragon.
As a dragon, you keep burning your life.
I was thinking about it in the wrong place as I was exposed to a trembling scream on my skin.
[…… a hero. Heroes lead us, warriors.
Bury you here and add a page to my history of fear.
It is good to be discussed with you here and told to the end of the world as a medal of martial arts]
I tend to have fangs.
A huge, tough mass of muscles starts to move.
The negotiations broke down.
The dragon refused to change his mind, he no longer had to fight.
[Come on, if you're ready to be burned to the soul with dragon flames and disappear from the circle... forgive me! Challenge me!
In that.
I was just a little excited for some reason. [M]
The dragon is exorcised.
Relying on the steel in your hand against the dreaded dragon is challenging.
... the dragon is exorcised!
Like Brad, I thought I had the temperament not to wander into battle.
Still, there was an unbearable romance in this situation.
Varakiaka is undoubtedly a respectable enemy, and by far the most powerful.
Worth the challenge. Worth fighting for!
"The End of the Holy Knight," William G. Maribrad! - Come on!
Like an old-fashioned chivalry tale, name it.
I was challenged by the Evil Dragon of the Divine Age. [M]