"... you've suffered a nasty loss"
With my voice.
Something that's not me crushes me terribly and boringly.
I could sense why my eyes were shimmering and my pupils were starting to change into reptile-like shapes.
"Mm..."
"It" tried to take a step forward - fluttered and mellowed.
I am too wounded.
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It seems that only some "words" stopped the blood, but in the first place, there is not enough blood.
Then.
In addition, perhaps "it" is no longer...
"This is the dream of the foam, the aftertaste of the Word that once sent me, ………."
Just a little, with a few emotional voices, after that grunt.
Without further restraint, 'it' snorts, hun.
"…… but let's do it."
Nittari and a sticky, slightly dark emotional twitch.
"A dragon is if it curses the victor and brings ruin"
At the same time as whining.
'It' manipulates my body roughly and waves a scratchy arm.
'It' gently tore apart a few demons jumping from behind me with wind claws.
Something was ripped off his neck.
Some were torn out of their torso and swept through their intestines.
Something was torn in two straight from the crotch to the top of the head.
"Hahaha...... Kuhahahaha!
The demons aren't even dealing with them at all.
Perception was abnormally abnormal.
Several more demons join forces and attack.
Shielding the building, releasing the crossbow, the avant-garde was thoroughly disturbed...
"Ha!
- The wind claws stretched out and ran, along with a breath thrown away like a mockery.
The demon who was after me with a crossbow from the second floor of a burning building is torn apart (...) every building and collapses.
A deafening collapse that involves the surrounding area.
Demons involved.
That's right, I took an oath. Anyway.
There's no way that 'it' is going to defeat the innocent raiders but rather think about the surroundings.
Rising dust, and firepowder.
A glimpse of all that blocks sight, 'it' takes a deep breath -
"OOOOOOOOOOO!!
Intense barking.
The enormous amount of dust generated by the collapse of several buildings together could be bounced off as if it were even paid into a giant palm.
As if watering the waterway, dust will blow up as you ride in the wind and run around the streets.
The cracking and crushing sound of bricks and ceramics.
Screaming and screaming echo more heavily than far away.
"Kuhaha............!
Did you feel better about that scream?
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The flames that burned around him were all bound and winged with one Word, and "it" flew.
In the blink of an eye, above the city at dusk.
The appearance of 'it' floating in the universe is also evident in people's eyes.
- A golden-eyed demon with flaming wings on his back and wind claws.
A lot of what I witnessed, or felt voices and signs, just panicked about it.
Frenzy, twitching, moving your hands and feet out in a bump and disguise - or losing consciousness.
Confusion accelerates.
The voice of a person who doesn't even catch up with understanding what's going on, twitches, or cries.
With all of them in sight.
"Kuhahaha, hahahahaha!!
"It" was - the evil dragon Varakhiaka, laughing.
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My half-hearted consciousness also fully recognizes the seriousness of the situation to this stage.
Valachiaka.
The Life of the Evil Dragon, captured in you by The Eating Up (Overeater).
That's where I was still sleeping.
And now - I'm awake to the crisis of my life.
- It can't be good for something like this to be unleashed all over town.
Trying to stop the operation with agitation… I was stunned.
It won't stop.
My legs, my arms, my fingers, they don't move as much as I want them to.
Consciousness and the line between the flesh, as if they were completely disconnected.
In the middle of a nightmare, it's just like watching a different sight unfold.
Nothing, I can't.
How many.
"Hahahaha..................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I'm in such a hurry to surprise you.
And scratch your feet, like grinning.
"It's the End of the Holy Knight."
Varakhiaka groaned with a sticky voice.
"Your flesh no longer belongs to you."
It was a truly delightful voice.
Varakhiaka has shown so much will and obsession with making herself an evil dragon.
… such an opportunity, cannot be missed or loosened hands.
"Which -"
So it is predictable that the Evil Dragon will start something in bad faith.
Still...
"Is there not enough blood………?
That gaze.
My consciousness froze the moment I turned to her.
Lunaria.
I... I closed it in the sanctuary, she did.
He looked at me with a look of amazement and fear.
"The sacrificial maiden is not the same as…… it is not the same as being flesh"
Varachiaka snaps.
Disconnected from the flesh, to my consciousness.
"That voice of suffering, boredom, and finally interruption. It's been a long time since I've tasted that hot tide of blood and soft meat."
Pleasant voice.
If you notice, she's right in front of you when you cross the line.
"What, Will.........?
Scared and frightened.
Beyond the dragon's exasperation, he sees me as an alien.
"Will, you......... no, you don't. You're not Will, are you?
"Kuk...... Ri, Ri"
The colour of fear is also dark.
Asking her about her temperament though, Varakhiaka claws at the junction, laughing in a nitwit.
A huge wind claw of mana slowly tears the prayerful sanctuary apart.
"Now, how can I help you? From your fingers, from your belly…… or from your feet."
Against Varakhiaka, who gives a tongue-in-cheek.
Lunaria lays her hands in front of her chest as she lays her eyes down and holds down her trembling body -
"... what's wrong with that guy?
With a definite voice, I inquired.
"Hmm. More worried about that guy than we are?
"Right. I can't help it."
What I've been doing the right thing, she shrugged.
"But he can't. - Will is not a good person to die here."
And so she looked to Lunaria…… her golden eyes.
Even the brave warriors are scared of dragon eyes.
Straighten up.
"I don't care about me. - When you're done, please. Give him back."
It was a truthful word, no sign of a lie, but with a pitiful voice.
Hearing that plea,
"K, kukukuku...... kuhahahaha!!
Valakhiaka laughed.
Speak loudly, delightfully.
"Why not, it's funny! Wonderful! You deserve a sacrificial maiden! Come on -"
Lunaria's eyes glistened for a moment.
"Eat it ruthlessly, dragon."
And it was stained with despair.
"Come on."
Don't.
"Holy Knight."
Don't do it.
Don't.
"Let's taste it together, huh?"
My nails, they're on her.
With the flesh disconnected, I raise my anger, my despair, my cry...
And the blood sprayed up.
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Red blood blows up from the thoroughly torn wound.
Blood scattered around you with a bump.
But that's...
"Chih!?
That's not from Lunaria, who finally lost consciousness because she couldn't stand the pressure of the evil dragon, but the blood that took over Valakhiaka, falling zero out of my body.
Varakhiaka took over, and even if it wasn't a dragon scale, it would have been harder and stronger, tearing my body apart, a flash of skill.
Varakhiaka intercepts and wields the wind's claws.
But it never captured the Lord of slaughter.
"............... I was still rushing to do this, what the heck"
Light, landing shoe sounds.
Hiroshiro hat on a mask that hides the eye area.
Partial armor made of Warcraft crust on a forged flesh, up and down black that seems moveable.
The magical cloak of how several Words were braided had truncated a few standing demons, the remains of dust returned by the demons, and dirty with hook tears and burns.
With a graceful curve, he carries a selves--
"Damn......... sorry"
"Skywalker" Samuel Sanford looked at me and distorted his mouth.
"Ah, the apostle of the wind god."
On the contrary, it was Valakhiaka's mouth that led to it.
The dragon was perfectly delightful to his sudden and powerful enemies, who appeared in a state of health that was unlikely to be complete.
"- By inhibiting my nails, are you prepared?
"No, not at all. My God hurried and screamed and said hurry, so I ran desperately."
Shoulders shrugged.
"In the middle of the city, you can't be prepared to meet people's narcissistic dragons"
I can't afford the sound of Mr. Samuel whining like that.
The feet are relaxed so that they can jump at any time, moderate tension in the hand holding the sabel arranged to explore.
The eyes were blurred to look at me as a whole, in an open-minded stance that was more aware of the movement to the left and right than the progression, and the center of gravity leaned forward - completely, in absolute stature of the opponent.
"No, but I knew it was a dragon with one eye. Those golden eyes, those growls - no, mythical dragons are really awesome, breathtaking by accident -"
"That's a mouth that goes around a lot, isn't it?
Valachiaka laughed.
"- Buy Time (...)"
To that casual word, Mr. Samuel stiffened.
"Indeed, this knight's body is full of creation. If you buy time, your blood will flow, and your consciousness will lose control of your distant movements."
A smile that peels my fangs off.
From the mouth, Kofu and the smell of sulfur overflowed.
"A warrior who breaks me and is no worse than a saint, but an extraordinary servant. I guess that's why you understand."
Blow the wings of the flame, step-by-step, and unwrought.
That's all - Mr. Samuel jumped behind his back three times and took a great distance.
No one can say it's cowardly.
"Something like this against them (...), something with no chance (...), and....... kahaha! Even if that's understandable, you're better than all the demons!
Varakhiaka waves her wind nails unconstitutionally as she shrugs.
The aftermath alone collapses three or four nearby buildings, along with a roar.
"Come on, we're done dating. Let the fight begin, shall we? What are we gonna do? Show you what?
It looks like a simple attack, but the scope and power of the destruction are without Varakiaka's original claws, no joke.
Mr. Samuel retreats avoiding in desperate shape and avoiding falling walls.
"Oh, I wish upon my God -"
Repeatedly leaping, retreating, twisting the wind claws that roll out one after the other, hovering the debris with a sabel.
He speaks fast and starts to say something.
"The Hand of the Weather God! Blessed be the breath of the wind god!
It is not a Word of Creation, but a Word of Celebration honoring God.
of prayer, one of its applications.
An abbreviated ritual for the world to manifest the glory of the patron saint.
"Six winds, eight winds, seven winds! Ayanomo tie, come and wear!
Varachiaka breathes deeply as she responds to that voice.
Mr. Samuel, stop your legs and set up a sabel.
"-It's the wind god's sharp!
At that moment, the light overflowed.
In the battlefield of an incredible city, for a moment, a strange examination of the wind fills the perimeter, and a thin, shining, beautiful, giant blade of light overlaps his sabel.
The blade of God manifested by prayer, its cutting-edge, protruded at a speed of thunder to Varakhiaka -
"Destroy, stay."
Just one word.
Just one word, the Word that Valakiaka uttered.
By that irrational time I was caught in a powerful vortex, twisted and lightly crushed.
The blade of light splashes brilliantly like a snowflake and disappears to dissolve on the rubble.
"Is that your wife's hand?
Varakhiaka tilting his neck.
"If it's a wind god's blade, it's an ancient relative to the real thing (...)"
Even the gods feared its authority, the evil dragon of the Divine Age.
In advance of that manifestation...
"… God save us."
Mr. Samuel blushed bitterly.