[Ooooooooooooooo!!
"Ohhhhhhhhh!!
Roaring and temperament voices intertwined.
Swords and nails, Words and Words intersect.
Activate your whole body with the heat rolling on your chest.
A neat consciousness crossed every corner of my body.
I feel like I can control my fingertips perfectly now, even with one tiny movement.
The dragon's arm, his legs, can be read without seeing the presence of one massive mass after another.
Claw, wear dragon scales, circle around, and cleave.
The blade of Dwarf's ancient spiritual sword, What Dawn Calls (Coldun), trembles and sounds strangely cool.
No matter how many dragon scales you refuse, there is no scratch on the blade, and even slight return blood does not appear to adhere.
- It may be equivalent to, or even more sharp than, "Eat Up (Overeater)", which is now stored in the sheath.
[Gwow!?
Valakhiaka screamed annoyingly.
But still, he's not trying to avoid a melee, he's actively waving his nails around and he's trying to smash me.
I guess he decided that he should cut some meat and quickly turn me down as the flag, rather than engage in a long shootout.
It's thoughtful, and there's no stray.
An arm reminiscent of the trunk of a giant tree swung from left to right with an awesome sound that determined the air.
"……………!
For a moment I sneered at them and wandered through the approaching gap.
■■■――
Gakuri and his vision leaned along with the unfamiliar Word released by the dragon.
The sludge suddenly blew out of the ground, which was supposed to be strong, and the ankle of his right foot sank into the earth.
――
Although I realized it was a liquefaction phenomenon due to my previous life's knowledge, I didn't get the "Word" from the responder.
This "Word" is a "Lost Word" that has not been conveyed in modern times.
I don't know what works according to it.
I can't get the Word out of reflexes, I can't make it if I'm thinking about it!
[Crush it!
For a moment when my leg was taken and I was lost, my hand, which was as big as a table, and my finger, which was as big as a human torso, came down with a sword-like nail.
It's a blow that weighs a dragon.
I can't support anything for as long as I get it decent, and even if I resist slightly, I get smashed together.
He's also taking his legs off to escape, and it's not a situation where he can jump out of range in an instant.
"……………!
Impact. Soil smoke rises.
"Will!?
"Lord Will!?
My friends screamed...
[GOH!?
Valakhiaka raised a clear bitter tone for the first time.
He stares at the missing finger (...) as if he sees something incredible.
He intercepted it with the blade of "What We Call at Dawn (Caldun)", slashed only one finger and slipped himself between it.
Dragon fingers are as good as a person's torso, but if I'm as good as a human torso, as long as I can get the timing right, I can break them both with a sword wave.
The timing of punching in was completely grasping thanks to what I've done many times since just now.
Although Valachiaka is a war-torn dragon, no, because it is a war-torn dragon, the tempo, rhythm, and pattern of the attack are not so complicated.
This irrational giant and the myriad Words alone can crush most of his opponents.
In addition to that, I don't need to work out ideas such as' complicating the tempo and rhythm of an attack 'or' keeping multiple patterns'.
The same way a tiger doesn't train martial arts to punish his prey.
Nature's strong do not train or devise until they are unnatural. I have no reason to.
If I can put in a fundamental physical ability and a season of inferiority, there it is.
Though he pulls through his feet taken by the mud, joins his movements, and tries to poke the upset of a dragon with his fingers splashed.
■ ■ ■ - Huh!]
But Valakhiaka is also a sarcophagus.
It immediately unleashes a powerful "Word" of the restraint system and tries to tangle my feet.
He jumped backwards as he slammed the cancelled Word.
... I am extremely skillful at using the auxiliary phrase. It could be a gas.
Perhaps even though I have never trained in martial arts, I have been sipped boiled water by a practicing hero.
It's not a simple offender.
[Ooooooooooooooo!!
"Ohhhhhhhhh!!
Roaring and temperament voices intertwined.
Again, swords and nails, Words and Words intersect.
"Shoot me - heh!
From the side there, countless arrows were fired at the dragon giant.
While I was confronting the dragon from the front, it seems that Lu led a team around.
"Assault -!"
Yet another group of Dwarf warriors comes in from yet another direction.
[Hahaha! - That's it!
The evil dragon, who gives you a laugh, began to go even wilder.
◆
With one fingernail wave, a fully armed warrior falls apart and dances through the universe.
With a twist on the tail, the upper body of several warriors literally disappears.
Dragons are close to the Word.
Even spiritual bodies cannot escape the dragon's claw teeth.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
But the warriors of the dying Dwarves are not frightened.
Don't retreat, don't be afraid, go straight to the dragon.
[Gaaaaaa!]
Swords and axes that are punched into your feet.
Longbow arrows that can be shot one after the other, crossbow bolts.
Although most of them are inhibited by dragon scales, the wounds I inflicted when I came here have had an effect.
The dragon's body accumulates a little bit of damage.
"Right there!
Dispersed by countless arrows that can be fired upon, Menel's shooting.
In addition to their more precise and unparalleled aim, the Fairies of the Wind make corrections that hit one wound after the other, the bleeding point I gave them.
That's not emitting a misrillic glow right now - it's blacker (...).
If you think about it, there is plenty of Mithril in Hydra's venom collected in the swamp.
Hydra's poison is so fierce that the beast flips and cramps with one drop.
No matter how much Varakhiaka is poisonous in nature, giant and tough, if he is struck in the wound so many times with that fierce poison, I'm not just sorry for the boulder.
[What, wo......!?
If it were simply Menel's arrows, there would have been something to deal with, but now there is the rain of Dwarf's countless arrows.
Menel hid it and ducked it like a dragon.
Slightly, Varachiaka's movements are dull.
And in the dull spot...
"Shh!
Mr. Leistoff and Mr. Gerreis, as well as the English spirits of Dwarf, cut in resolutely.
Dragon scales peel and fly further.
Mr. Leistoff, unlike me, is not cutting off from the front, but slipping it into the gap and shredding it away.
Extraordinary early work and skill skills.
[Ooh, ooh!]
Though a tail blow will try to beat you to the bristle...
"Everyone! Yuku!
The Dwarves set up multiple shields with Mr. Gerreyes at the centre.
It's shaped like using the ground and your own body to support a shield diagonally.
"We're invincible!
"O flame of courage, burn!
Countless shields lined up like walls, along with the roar of the Dwarves.
The engraved magic shield of the Sign activates one effect after the other.
[Huh!?
The tail of the dragon that was swept in deviated diagonally.
Just a line of dwarves, countless shields.
- Instead of dodging the dragon's blow, he took it and strayed.
"Our homeland..."
And by then, Lu was already at the feet of the dragon.
"I'll have it back!
With extra power, wield the Long Battle Axe (Halvard) thoughtfully - to the dragon's feet, slapping it with a full swing.
The moment of the direct hit, it sounded tremendous.
At last, the giant of Varakhiaka leans and falls with the roar.
Opportunity.
I can finally target steeples in all parts of my body that were too gigantic to target.
The situation is gradually moving towards victory.
So I thought, and the chills rushed my spine trying to run over to the dragon giant.
- Evil Dragon Varakhiaka was laughing.
◆
Black smoke leaked from Valakiaka's mouth.
On the contrary, I see red fever in my belly and throat.
It was clear that an enormous amount of poisonous exhalation, with overwhelming calories like lava, was accumulating in that belly and was about to rip off.
That's right.
Varakiaka hasn't used a brace (...) since just now (...).
- I was after this situation.
Fill the back of your belly with braces all the time.
Attracting the warriors who were the Lord to themselves, convulsing each and every one of them into exhalation, this moment -!
[I didn't want to do it because it involves treasure...]
Perhaps only I am confident that I can stand it.
Valachiaca named himself King of Poison and Sulphur, and his Lava compatriots.
No matter how you release something that accumulates above its limits, your heat and poison exhalation can't be a factor in death.
That is a hand in Varakhiaka's decision.
- From that mouth, if the exhale is exhaled, it's over.
[O brave men -]
"Maxima."
I don't make decisions or anything, leave everything like that behind.
[This is your doom!
"" Acceleration "!
I was selflessly obsessed and uttered the Word.
The action reaction becomes abnormal. - I could see the bones on my stomped leg crushed with recoil.
With a glitter and bones all over my body, I jumped into the dragon's throat like a bullet.
Everything goes gray, in the time it takes to twist and move on.
I saw Valakhiaka trying to intercept me with exhalation, watching me jump in.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
I wave "What I Call the Dawn (Caldun)" and cry out for battle.
This memory of the warriors taught me the Words necessary to draw from the aftermath of this Spirit Sword.
... Blaze, the fiery god, once gave to his own family heading into the darkness beneath.
The essence of this sword is as its name suggests, as the kings of the historical Dwarves continued to pour mana in their annual rituals.
Divine Sword "What Dawn Calls (Caldun)".
It's called the dawn. It's called...
"" Sun, rise (Thoris Ortus) "Huh!!
From the golden sword, a blurry light flame blew up.
The darkness that covered the Great Cavity is expelled without a moment remaining.
Bright white, red-hot, blade of light.
A little sun, given to his family by the silent god of flames.
- To the throat of the evil black dragon, slapped.
Dragon scales and tough neck muscles.
As if you don't mind, the blade of photoflame falls out.
- At that moment, from a slit throat, a stored heat poison brace erupted and burst around.
Explosion.
Impact.
My body rises.
For a moment, I felt like I could see Evil Dragon catching the "every bite" angle.
Bleeding like an outburst, a brace of poison and terrible fever.
They radiate from Valachiaka's mouth, and instead they didn't go to everyone, they all come to me, who slashed the dragon's throat.
Well, I know what happens when you put a knife in a hose filled with water that's about to erupt.
I know, but my body moved before I thought about it.
If I bathe this much, my soul will remain. However,
- If you want to talk to a dragon, I think you can do it.
Yes, it seemed honest.
If this is my end, isn't it good?
Slash the throat of the dragon of the Divine Age and finish it.
What a splendid end.
Burning flames and a violent storm that melts bones hit me.
But...
――
Neither the pain of burning flesh nor the pain of dissolving bones soon came.
My arm's Sacred Mark glowed weakly and protected me.
Its brilliance is soon swallowed by a storm of heat and poison...
- "Don't give up," Marie said, feeling scolded.
".................. ugh!!
Finally, beyond the protection of the "Holy Mark" on his arm, he is beaten with terrible heat and poison.
The skin dissolves. The meat melts. Bones are exposed. My eyes dissolve.
In that pain, I ate my teeth and tied them up.
"Something to eat up (...)" was (...), sworded out (...).
"■ ■ ■ ■ ■!
Stick a blade in Varakiaka's body amid his lost sight as he shouted voiceless with his burning throat.
Signs of Mana's Tsu running.
Flesh dissolved and lost in poison and heat is being repaired.
... it was so painful that I was going crazy.
It burns, regenerates, and burns cells all over the body.
Still desperate, melting, and resurrecting hands, he grips the Eating Up (Overeater).
Melt.
It heals.
Dissolve.
It heals.
Ouch, ouch.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
- If you let go of your sword, it'll be easy,
Screw the thought for a moment.
Ouch.
Ouch.
Ouch.
Live.
Ouch.
Ouch.
Melt.
My body dissolves.
It heals.
Ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch...
Still, live.
With God, a promise, that's why.
To the end. To the end. - Until the end!
- Don't give up on living!
In the pain of burning your whole body.
I lost consciousness, following only one promise.