The Undead Raven flies into the Great Hollow to lead.
Highly, the angular whistle of appearance sounds.
At regular intervals, like a heartbeat, the heavy bass of a formidable drum that echoes in your belly.
Blue and white soul horns dance.
Hundreds, thousands of people walk with their feet in alignment.
As the dragon would be interested in it, or nostalgic.
Close your eyes and watch.
Behind me I saw the sight, I heard footsteps.
Four.
"... You're not getting undead, are you?
I turned around joking and saying so, although I knew it wasn't the case with the signs.
Don't worry, he's alive.
"Yeah, this is it"
"Though I was in danger."
Turn around, there was Lulu in Menel and Mr. Gerreis in Leistov.
"Your lonely struggle missed the dragon's attention."
"So, with the protection of my grandfather - it took me a while to heal because I was unfamiliar with him."
I see.
When Lu fought that demon, he had the blade wrapped with divine flame.
- We got Blaze protection.
If it were, it wouldn't be as good as mine, but it would only take time to heal the wound and rise again.
It made sense that I didn't give up.
The Immortal moved me.
My people, again, got me up.
Then I can still fight.
"… William, my lord. This is, this is…………………."
Mr. Gerreyes looked stunned in front of the army.
Believe the sight in front of me, you look lost.
"Now, they're on our side. - It's a reliable reinforcement."
"Oh, oh..."
Saying so, Mr. Gerreyes burst into tears.
To the land of battle you once wanted and didn't get.
- He finally got there.
And that's when I heard footsteps.
Severe footsteps.
The spirit of a single dwarf wearing bright true silver (Mithril) armor, but the lines seem thin and gentle.
In his hand, he had a glowing golden twist.
"…………!
Mr. Gerreyes kneels on one knee in a motion that can almost be described as a reflex.
In that motion, I understood.
"Your grandfather……………?
Lu says, bewildered.
……――
King Aulvangle, the last of the Kingdoms of Candles, was there.
He stroked Lu's head silently.
Well done, as I say.
"... eh"
Lu crooked and distorted his face, seeping tears.
And then King Aulvangle turned his gaze to me.
……――
After all, he remained silent and grabbed the blade of the golden sword with his bare hands and offered me a pattern.
"Eh."
Um, is that for me? We should not leave it with Lu - although such thoughts and questions are not too much.
Pushed by a strong gaze, he grips the pattern and deposits the sword.
"What Dawn Calls (Caldun)" - a famous sword that once snatched one eye of Varakiaka.
It is a Dwarf legacy, possibly the Spirit Sword of the Divine Age.
"Hero of the Light Fire. … my grandson, and the mountain, please."
The voice uttered was a burning, plundering voice.
The spirit of King Aulvangle, his armor, the flesh, slowly crumbles.
"Your grandfather? Oh no, my grandfather............!?
That's right.
Sure, I heard.
- The flames of Varachiaka (...), even the soul burns (...).
Perhaps the soul of King Aulvangle, who would have been burned by the dragon, would not have been able to retain its form.
Just keeping the shape so far would have been the limit.
It melts and collapses.
Unbroken.
Ruthlessly.
The spirit has collapsed.
[Not yet]
Along with a quiet voice, a gentle force was transmitted as a breeze, and its collapse stopped.
[- Not yet.]
God.
Gracefiel, the goddess of lightning, said something.
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[Listen, you can't keep your soul.]
The word of God was not intended solely for King Aulvangle.
As you can see, there were hundreds of Dwarves in similar condition in the army of Dwarves.
While burning, melting, and half-collapsing the spiritual body.
Still, I haven't lost my temper - but perhaps, I'm not even going to make it, warriors.
[It burns down in the dragon's exhalation and no longer returns to the circle.]
You seem to tell her indifferently.
But a glimmer of sorrow.
Then,
- I was born in this world, and I lived well! It's what survived!
That god.
Talking all the way pale, there's an oligarchy god.
I shouted for the first time.
The voice was an unmistakable tribute to their raw
It was a gentle gesture, a praise, a blessing, a head-on righteousness.
Some dwarves are spiritual bodies but tremble and cry down.
God recognizes the living.
As a man, as a warrior, how honorable is that?
[Let me give you one last blessing! If you want to be dead, soul destroyed, and pierced with goodness and righteousness -]
A light strikes.
Like a glowing, gloomy, night darkness.
[Come to my knight, gather!
Divine fire strikes.
A light that guides the soul.
He keeps his broken soul and leads it to me one after another.
They jumped into me one after the other.
Though I accidentally set myself up, there was no shock, no pain.
But it conveys their thoughts.
Their carelessness, their crying, their untrained.
And a roll into a battle that couldn't be accomplished, comes through.
Let's go, they said.
Trying to come with me. He asked me to fight with him.
Wonder and power gushed along with the words that echoed in my chest.
All over the body, the fatigue that was like lead disappears.
The feeling of a sumptuous sensation softens.
I think I can run right out of here.
Everything seemed clear.
The souls of the warriors who were about to be lost, wandering into the mountains destroyed by the dragons, were empowering me.
After confirming that all the burnt souls have gathered to me.
The soul of King Aulvangle, who was about to collapse, also reached out to me.
I take his hand.
... the heat felt in the gripped hand, transmitted his arm and dwelt on his chest.
Lu and Mr. Gerreyes watched it in tears.
[Jesus Christ. Take all the delicious places, don't you think?]
The Death of Immortality is so blurry.
[Hmm. Looks like you're ready, The End of the Holy Knight.]
An evil dragon said that harshly.
Valakhiaka hasn't tried to attack us in such a hurry.
I was waiting for us to finish everything.
"You're sweet."
[No way]
The wounded dragon spreads his wings and finds himself in the Great Cavity.
[It's like putting alcohol to sleep. Get everything ready and align the elements. It is the moment when you crush the heroes who come towards you full of hope and their faces distort into despair -]
Strip the fangs.
[It's the greatest pleasure for me.]
There is no lie in the voice of Varakiaka, who told him so.
In fact, many, many times.
I guess that's how you've retreated and burned down more heroes than you can count anymore.
[Come on, I'll try it now, but it's good. The End of the Holy Knight.
Will I bury you here and add a page to my history of terror?
Will you talk to me here until the end of the world as a medal of war?]
The whole body of the dragon is full of rage.
[- It's time to settle.]
I didn't immediately answer that voice.
Ask God.
"Coming."
[Yep.... Again, I command you]
The Goddess' Fire of Fire 'bursts into flames and sparkles.
And she said that the goddess of circulation...
[Yuke. Take the dragon and fulfill your vows. My knight]
Strictly, he gave his life to me.
In those words, I looked around with my people and the line of Dwarf spirits...
"- By the sword! On the lights! Stay in this chest, on the souls of the warriors!
Raise the golden sword,
"Take out the evil dragon!!
I raised my voice and screamed.
"" "" OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
As it responds, it's like a mountain crawler.
"Flame of courage, burn!
"Our enemy, the end of evil!
"The time for reward has come! It's time for justice to be done!
"O Warrior! O Warrior!
"Destiny helps the brave."
The evil dragons roared loudly as they responded to the countless shouts that kept the earth afloat -
The final showdown has begun.