- It was a reproduction of a duel one day.
"…………!
Samuel was an extremely agile and precise swordsman and a heavily guarded priest of the wind gods, as the name of Skywalker was.
I guess its light business of bouncing around complex buildings in 3D and never letting your feet slide is also the protection of the wind gods, but many are the lightness derived from the workouts.
One after the other, the windy claws of Varachiaka that chase them around, never grabbing them.
"Wind!
And the manifestation of his prayer is exactly like a disease.
The Sacred Shield, which appeared with a moment of prayer, is not as hard as mine.
A sticky layer of soft wind tries to skew the wind's claws by drawing a loose arc -
"Hmm."
I was forced to rip it off.
"Ku, ooh... Huh!
Mr. Samuel dodged at the critical place.
Varakiaka pounds in the wings of the flame like a chase.
"Oh, oh............!
Barely took it, but Mr. Samuel fell into the street.
But...
"Quite a coincidence to escape"
He seemed to succeed in jumping cleverly with hooked ropes on the edges of the building and taking great distances, as he deflected heat in prayer.
There are signs of perimeter, blurring, and a chance to attack again.
From earlier, such an attack is repeated many times.
… a massive reproduction of one day's duel.
A moment ago he turns down his tenderness and his strength overwhelms his moves.
The cause is obvious. Different digits of output.
The power of the true dragon's "Word of Creation" is overwhelming.
Wind claws, like tornadoes, collapse surrounding buildings.
Whenever the wings of incandescent flames are swung, the hot air blows.
and the roof of a building standing in Varachiaka.
As you jump from the streets around it, there are eight signs of coming at you.
Swinging my body roughly, Valachiaka wields the wind's claws, the wings of the flame.
Everything is a direct hit.
The mist, however, was a substitute made of some rubble and a breeze of shelter.
Shortly afterwards, the roof tile winds up with the gust wind, breaking the roof and Mr. Samuel poking at Varachiaka.
Clever! I jumped into nostalgia! And I was only conscious, and I gave her pleasure.
- The protection of the wind god Whirl, who gathers a great deal of faith as the six great gods, is wide.
A covenant as a god who directs commerce and fraternity, a blessing of luck.
Healthy legs as gods of travel, reconnaissance, and theft, and clever protection.
And the protection of the Warr as a god of war shall be its hallmark with his rough handsome feet and numerous illusions, as well as a blow that shoots through the steeple.
For Valakhiaka, my body is borrowed.
No matter how many digits of output are strange, if it is an attack in the near future, there must be delays.
And I'm losing a lot of blood, no matter how much dragons take over if I force further bleeding.
If we stop, we can detain him and get some kind of response.
…… If you force the bleeding even with one blow, Mr. Samuel can win.
The tip of the sabel approaches his eyebrows, and Varakhiaka shakes his head and scratches.
Shortly afterwards, along with the blade pulling motion, the sabel tries to scratch off the neck muscle.
It's time for a special attack.
"………!
But the next moment, Mr. Samuel peeled his eyes off.
My arm became, and I slapped the side of the blade with the back of my hand just the moment my neck was pulled.
No kidding. The sabel jumps.
"Ooh!
But the blade flicks, a punch down aimed at the forehead.
Varakhiaka pulls her leg and wraps it around her half.
Immediately afterwards, he pays for the beating with his fist guard (knuckle guard) and tries to jump further into the nostalgia than he did in between the savels along with the stomping aimed at his feet.
But the stomping comes off, his cloak flipped in the motion on his face. Visual sealing.
An instant attack with sparks scattered in close proximity with the cape still covered.
Together with the chisel and the sound that can be played, the time leaves a little.
Vision returns. But...
"………… Why?"
"Doubtful? … Dragon Taru, why people's, it's also a hands-on move, etc."
Surprising Mr. Samuel.
Varakhiaka distorting nitari and mouth.
"It's simple. - of this man, my body remembers (...)"
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I didn't think so.
But then again, I thought it was possible.
The way I fight is the type of fight that separates my body from my head.
If it is a real battle, it detaches the useless head and leaves itself to the movement that has settled on the body in training.
And if Valakhiaka can pull it out to some extent...
"I mean, dragons that can use the Battle moves of The End of the Holy Knight, huh? … make yourself comfortable."
"Kuhaha......"
Run again.
The sabel flips.
I thought it was a stunning move in the north, moving into an oriental tricky move, and by the time my eyes got used to it, suddenly an Orthodox knight's sword move.
A rainbow-like sword muscle, but my body twitches.
- Even the forged flesh was no longer my enemy.
Using a variety of battle moves and prayers, Mr. Samuel struggles to stop me from being taken over by the dragons of the Divine Age.
However.
"Oh, yeah.... I didn't have to go out of my way with you?
Valakhiaka laughs.
The smell of sulfur is also strong, spilling the exhalation of fever, while Varakiaka strikes off Mr. Samuel's blow, bouncing heavily.
And in the universe, when you let the wings of the flame plunge - the skies.
Ahead is...... yet, a screaming and confusing voice, the boulevard.
- Not good.
"... hey...!
Signs of upset for Mr. Samuel.
Looks like we're trying to chase him away, but we can't catch up.
There will be wind.
Variety and blowing roof tiles, cracking sound of ceramics.
More screaming, more confusion.
- Not good, this is, not good.
Because of my struggle with the devil earlier, the noise of its destruction caused many to escape, a vacuum-like deserted zone that doesn't exist inherently in a big city.
Valakhiaka was about to step over there.
Varakiaka does not hesitate to attack innocent people. I don't even think about it.
On the contrary, you wouldn't even want to survive.
... so proud of the dragon that he tried to do everything he could to be a dragon.
I took over my body, hid, ran away, lived long, and hey, it's what I picked up my life for - what a thought must feel like something to spit on.
If so, it's one more thing to do.
- The evil dragon is disputed by the Holy Knight, but curses the Holy Knight, takes possession, destroys the country and disrupts the world, and is finally dispersed by the valiant.
That must be the end of what Varachiaka wants.
With my body, raging, killing, eating as I exaggerate my power.
Wrap three or four castles or cities, or even one country, in the fire.
Then one day, they will be killed by the warriors sent by the gods.
The last rampage, told to future generations as a dreaded dragon.
"Kuhaha...... Huh!!
Seeking fresh blood ink to mark his name in history, Varakhiaka can shout.
Pass under your eyes so that a number of roofs flow.
I see the boulevard.
There are a lot of people.
Fear, the gaze of despair pierces me.
I hear screams and screams.
- Even though I know what's about to start.
I'm trapped and I can't do anything.
Being someone's help, or getting someone to help.
Consciousness distorts.
Memories of previous life, dark rooms come back to life.
My consciousness is swallowed by black mud.
Flashback memory.
Raise the groan.
Suffering, depression.
My consciousness is swallowed by black mud.
A hassle without a place to go burns my chest.
Painful. Severely painful.
My consciousness is swallowed by black mud.
However, I can't do anything.
I can't do anything.
My consciousness is swallowed by black mud.
Nothing.
I don't have any more.
I can't do anything - I can't.
When my consciousness finally seemed to sink into the dark swamp...
[- Are you sure (...)?]
I did hear a clear voice.
It is not an encouraging voice.
I'm not a questionable voice.
Why (...), I don't know (...).
Scolding, obstinate.
Sounds like a silent girlfriend, just one word.
- Oh.
And I remember.
I can't do anything anymore, but do what I can (...).
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"Gu, Ga............"
Varakhiaka gives an irritating voice.
Windy claws scratch “it”.
But “it” doesn't work.
I can't break it. I can't shake it.
"You... you! The Endless Knight!! While the meat is taken away, you...... kuhaha! Really, shabby (...)!"
In front of Varakhiaka, there was a wall.
Under a sky where the sunset falls, stained with wine, and still slightly bright - reminds me of the lights, the walls of light.
"Gah!!
Flaming wings are slapped.
Fire powder splashes.
Still, the walls, the walls of the lights don't shake.
- I was praying.
Please, protect people.
Please, stop the dragon's journey.
God of lightning, great goddess of flowing.
I dedicate everything to you, please, hear this prayer.
"Ohhhhhhh!!
repeated blows.
Still, the wall doesn't break.
Even if it's just consciousness.
All of the polished flesh is taken away.
No throat or fingers to use magic.
Even if there was nothing I could do.
Still, we can pray (...).
I can remember my connection to God.
I can thank you for what you've given me.
- A man can pray as long as he has a heart.
So even believe and pray.
Like the beginning, and still is, unlimited to the world.
May your blessings illuminate the earth.
"■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■! ■ ■, ■ ■ ■ ■ - Huh!!
I can play The Word.
Vortex of destruction.
Flame.
Thunder strike.
ice cubes.
Light walls flash.
Still, I kept praying.
My you, my goddess, my light.
- Until the end of the day, I dedicate everything I have.
Light of circulation, you who watch over your soul.
Light up the world and leave the darkness.
Prayer to repeat even.
In the midst of that immersive concentration...
"... to the owner of the body you took from me, you ate a pussy."
I heard a voice.
When I realized there was no one around - on the roof of a deserted town, there was Mr. Samuel, who was in charge of the sabel.
"An apostle of the wind god? Well, I don't have time for you."
"Hey, you, I would have totally attached a dick thief..."
Mr. Samuel deliberately ignored the dragon's words and tilted his neck.
"This guy (...) didn't crush it, did he? Will... when I was in the Holy Knight, I heard you smashed your spear."
"Hmm......?
Slowly raise the servel.
In front of Valachiaka, Mr. Samuel speaks with dignity.
"That's right. - Hey, isn't there as much difference in power between you and me as you say? Now we can expect the help of the Holy Knight."
Before one scale of the Evil Dragon of the Divine Age.
Still, like his guardian God, floating, lightly.
"That's why I ask. You don't have to go out with her."
I was laughing. He was laughing.
And with an invincible smile,
"Aren't you afraid to hang out?
That's what I said.
I wonder if the true dragon of the Divine Age, the Sickle of Disaster, escapes from every burglar to the extent that it has been pushed into the human body.
At the end of that history of fear, I was wondering if you would inscribe the letter "escape".
…………
"Hahaha, is that a picture star? If you were a star, you'd be a laughing stock until the end of the world, wouldn't you? Oh, my God. My God is Worl."
Never miss a funny story like this.
You're definitely up to the end of the world.
Mr. Samuel, who flaunts his shoulders smoothly and tells them so, is perfectly alert to his condition.
He is appealing to Valakhiaka for his honor to stop.
And then...
"Come on, messenger of the wind god.... I only apologize for showing my insult to you."
"Ha, thank you."
Varakhiaka stopped his foot after understanding and understanding it.
My body strips away my fangs with dragon flashes.
Mr. Samuel laughed and set up the sabel.
An elegantly curved blade twinkles.
"- Let's ask your name, swordsman.
My name is Valakhiaka. Turn it into "Sickle of the Gods" and "Sickle of Disaster". And make him king of poison and sulfur and compatriots of lava (from scratch).
The wings will leave the world... with only a few shadows left. "
Varakhiaka has, perhaps, made a name for herself with a seeping voice of complex emotions.
However,
"…… it would be nice to be questioned and named. Seawind scented harbor Xia, hidden black masked face, windswept capital night work.
God's Touch of Wind God's, His Touch of the Bender's, Prostitute and Rumor Tag, Calling Around - "The Skywalker"
With Rapier's cut pointing to heaven, bring the pattern and the fist guard area in front of your face, and look at Mr. Samuel, who takes the courtesy trick.
"By virtue of the good gods and honor, a terrible dragon. I'll sign you up for a duel."
Hearing the name, slowly, Valachiaka's mouth clings up.
"Kuk - I see. You too, brave man."
Wind claws distort the mistletoe and the air.
The wings of the flame burn loudly.
"... enough to kill with my nails!!
Along with the shouting, Varakhiaka advanced.