A giant wind claw is raised and shaken down.
That's exactly the manifestation of the dragon's authority.
Overwhelming outrage, crushing every life.
But...
"Wind god. My God."
Before the outrage, it's time to stand up to the warrior.
"Wind-rolling spear, give it to me!
Prayer manifested a miracle, and the curly hurricane spear concentrated sharply on one point, piercing holes in the wind's claws.
Pull your fingernails in the hole so that each body jumps in.
"■ ■ ■ ■ - Huh!!
Varakiaka trembles his throat and releases the Word of Pursuit.
But the prayer of the lightning runs to follow it, and it blocks the Word.
"Chi no.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Pray. Pray.
Please, protect the warrior.
Mr. Samuel jumping into his nostalgia.
A cloak rolling in the wind, a sabel flashing like a silver lightning bolt.
Neck muscle. Flank. Wrist. Lower leg.
A cutting edge that is aiming for a steep point and becoming.
Varakhiaka leaps back and forth on foot.
Chase away. Intercept.
The Word roars and prayers run.
The blade flashes and fists accordingly.
With the sound of the destruction of the building, the battlefield shifts.
And on the crushed roof, both sides land……
"…… it's better than this, it's brilliant."
"Ultimate pleasure."
The battle has stopped.
Varakhiaka gets used to his nose, and Samuel, who lands, pulls over his cape and lets him return a gratuity to his back.
The wind blows through the purple-dyed sky.
- The situation was becoming antagonistic.
My prayers and Mr. Samuel's sword moves outweigh this by dealing with the remnants of that evil dragon Varakiaka.
It's outrageous, but......
- I don't have a decision maker.
I was in a hurry. [M]
If we keep fighting like this, the damage will only increase.
In addition, it is unfavourable for living humans to fight dragons for long periods of time.
No, in the first place.
- Where I could have won (...), what would happen (...)?
Even if I could finally win.
Fortunately, that didn't kill me.
So, from there, I... what do I do (...)?
The dragon's curse beat everything.
Many have seen demons burn the city, ransack houses, and make fun of them.
I may lose everything. [M]
... No, if that's all there is to it, it's still fine.
The Holy Knight transforms into a dragon figure, rampant - how does it affect you?
It was a concern, a disaster from the southern continent.
A kingdom of fur tiles in critical balance.
What happens. What happens.
Something terrible happened that I couldn't even take responsibility for.
"- Hey, Will."
Thoughts that began to wrap around the black vortex stopped.
"Oh, my God, this is so awesome."
Covering his eyes with a black mask, he had a faintly bitter laugh, kind of like when he decided to drop the food he'd just bought at the stall.
There's no such thing as laughing off everyday misfortunes - a warm bitterness that "you can't help it".
It's like I, the consciousness alone, accidentally, laughed bitterly at "trouble," together.
"It's a tough disaster… but it's common for the wind direction of bad luck to change. You have to survive and think about it after our god's bad talk tournament."
With the apostolic words of the wind god - sooo, and the cutting-edge of the sabel lifts.
One thing to think about, he said.
"…… that annoying borrower, is there a way to lock him up or kick him out, my lord landlord?
When asked, I smiled in my heart.
The black whirlpool of thought was getting smaller somewhere when I noticed the smile that floated around me so I could stick with it.
Speaking of which, the statue of the wind god is always laughing. It's a symbol of optimism.
I think laughing is a great thing.
"If you have a hand, show me some 'testimony'"
I prayed.
In response to prayer, God revealed His testimony.
- A slight light flame appears and goes off brightly.
Is there a way to seal the evil dragon or kick it out?
If asked simply, the answer sprang up from time to time.
Yes, I can. - I can do that.
I couldn't help but think about the other day.
It's time to laugh it off and face it.
To thank you for telling me that, to pray for you...
"Okay."
And Mr. Samuel laughed.
Full of dust and dust, full of abrasions, but with a fierce smile.
"That's an act of settlement, Lord Evil Dragon."
Let's see Valakhiaka again.
"Kuhaha...... are you ready? But sealing, banishing, whatever the hand, as long as our consciousness is alive, it's hard to believe that we can fulfill it fully."
"Hey, that's my job there."
Softly narrow your eyes.
Strip your fangs.
"Evil Dragon Varakhiaka. - At the sharp edge of the wind god, penetrate!
Skywalker jumped.
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Mr. Samuel filling in between like a disease.
However,
"■ ■, ■ ■ ■ ■!!
The Word roared, and the space around it bounced and flew.
No flavor, no extrinsic flavor, just an even more efficient range attack.
But by the time it bursts, Mr. Samuel had already sliced a great deal and escaped, but to him in the universe,
"Kah!"
Wind claws that get stuck in the chase.
In the air without scaffolding, there is no escape - but its feet, step on the universe (...).
"Ooh!
Blessed is the wind god.
An extremely high miracle, instantly stepping on the sky by prayer.
One step, two steps. Three steps.
Accomplishing the Miracle of Wind Trampling in a row, Mr. Samuel dances a comatose sky.
It's like a twinkling wind with a cloak that flicks.
From that whirlwind, a short knife and debris fly. Throwing intentionally.
My hands flipped quickly many times, and the short knife and debris released were four in a breath (sneaking). An acceleration that arcs with the protection of the wind god or intense chase wind.
My body, which was forged in, dragged them in with reflection from my vision - more black and round rubble ahead of me.
"Mm-hmm!"
Varakhiaka seems surprised by the boulders.
Four short knives and debris thrown, let them have a bias as to whether they are in their orbit or not to induce reflexes - and a breath of five shots (every sneak). In addition, the last black debris is a concealed hit.
He's a very famous man.
But also without the surprise of Varakhiaka - that's the nature of my martial arts - my wrist becomes and I slap the sides of the black debris.
There is no madness in guessing, black debris is bounced......
Lightly, the rubble smashed and bounced.
"Huh!?...... shaho!? Whoa, whoa!
Bounce, the overflowing is colorful powder.... Blink!
They would have drained the contents and filled the black coated egg shell with finely ground spices and other spices.
No matter what the dragon is, my body is mine now.
Varachiaka coughs and holds her eyes to the irritation that was unlikely to be on the dragon's body.
"Heh, big win!
That's right, Valakhiaka is no invincible evil dragon right now.
Not a full-spec dragon body per se - only a melee fights with my body, and the reflective motion stained there, is a big stick.
You can apply more human weaknesses than you can use the human body - martial arts also have the technique of pulling out the reflective motion stained on the target and taking it backwards.
A technique that uses the power of being defeated and thrown.
A hand that dares to target and hurt the area used to receive the defense.
A hand that releases a hidden dark vessel, making it seem like a normal attack.
That's what I threw earlier.
A throw that deflects the flying object, guides it in the direction of avoiding it reflexively, and sees it as an opponent that can beat it off even more, which is counterproductive if you beat it.
... but because it seems to make sense logically, I often thought of doing the act of "throwing a dragon in the eye".
Extremely well thought out assembly of battles based on free ideas.
"It's the god of the wind, Wor."
While vision and sense of smell are blocked by intense stimulation.
Signs of falling.
Step in the sky continuously, falling vertically towards the top of my head.
"Look at that!
"-!?
Varakhiaka can't react to the signs of Sabel being waved down without hesitation.
Nor am I paranoid enough to train my eyes and nose to handle them without thinking until I deal with someone who falls from the top and waves his sword.
There's not enough time to say the Word.
It is not the speed at which you can think of an unfamiliar body and move it to avoid it.
But Valakhiaka is not foolish.
Sabel from overhead, against that cut-top blow, if it can't be avoided, it's the head and neck that should be protected. You can give him a torso, arms, and shoulders.
The amount of bleeding is close to the limit but admits it as necessary damage.
- I dare you to take a blow, besides the main part, and slap in and kill the "Word" of return!
In a vision where tears are dull and unrecognizable, I shelter my head with both arms and breathe...
"Huh!?
The next moment, it wasn't the slaughter that came.
I can't breathe. I felt something thin eating into my neck.
- The strangle string "Garot"!?
"Hehe, I'm sorry!
- At the sharp edge of the wind god, no piercing!
"That (...) is a lie (...)!"
Falling from top to bottom, the target has extremely poor vision.
Be wary of sword attacks and take a full defensive stance to end with a return blow.
A great gap to change the angle just a little bit in "The Miracle of Wind Trampling" and put the strangle string "Garot" around your neck -!
The carotid artery is tightened up at once.
The airway is clogged, and the phrase cannot be pronounced.
Still with a reflex, one finger tries to draw a "sign" and one arm tries to release an elbow punch.
But his fingers couldn't draw the "sign," and the elbow punch cut the sky.
A tightening that cannot possibly pass if it is a dragon's body is also extremely effective now that it is a person's body.
Once in perfect strangulation form, some resistance is vain.
Blood flow to the brain stops.
My consciousness fades lightly.
"Oh, lah!
Weighed as it was and tightened to pull it down - two, my consciousness broke away.
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When I realized it, I was in the dark.
Deep deep, dark in darkness.
I can't even see my stretched hand, in that black.
The glittering golden eyes slowly flashed.
[I see, does that come?...... Kuhaha, brilliant, brilliant! The fragility of a person, it's something I showed you through.]
The smell of dark sulfur on your nose, along with the words you hear.
Signs of giant flesh turning around and slowly moving around me, circling.
Shiu, and the enthusiasm that can be blown at me.
[It's The End of the Holy Knight.] - The apostle of the wind god seems to have pruned my consciousness. How can you seal me or banish me?
The sound of fangs.
Interesting inquiry.
Although.
... the voice sounded a little thrown at me somewhere.
"The great Sickle of the Gods, Varakiaka. You already know that, don't you?
…………
Looking up and inquiring, he silenced.
"Thou shadow that was once thee, the aftertaste of the Word that made thee. Lost flesh, shards of soul"
Yes, it's a shard of soul.
A soul that loses its original flesh and wanders unnecessarily.
If it is...
"Now. If in this situation. I can give you back (...), can (...)"
Yes, the Divine Torch.
The miracle of the Goddess of Fluid that returns her wandering soul to the circle.
With it, we can return Valakhiaka.
- You think you can do that?
Valakhiaka said.
[I see. Surely that prayer, which would not be quite effective, or could often be a seal to the point of towing and heavy stone.
But in the depths of thy flesh and soul is burned the dragon's factor. And yet, do you seriously think that I can be banished from your flesh?
Spill the fever from the edge of your mouth, but still seem to enjoy it.
So I looked up at him.
"Yeah, you can. I can."
Straight up, I answered that.
Well, against the roaring Varakiaka.
Just for a moment, breathe in...
"……… if you will accept the light guide."
Saying so.
Signs of Varakhiaka wandering around stopped.
[........................... K, Kuk, Kuhahahaha!!
What followed was a laugh.
Glaughter, a big laugh that rocks the space itself.
[This is crazy! Why!? Why do you have to help me?
In the darkness, signs of laughter persisted, and the heat from the surrounding area became darker.
Once or twice there's a grunt like a tail can be tapped.
Sure, I nod.
There is no reason for Valakhiaka to lend me a hand.
"Yeah, there's no reason you can lend me a hand. But I hope you will."
[Why? Are you scared of me?
"Yeah, it's horrible. But that's not why."
If you curse me and try to destroy me, I will just resist it.
But...
"I am sad that your soul is damaged by it."
In the dark.
…………
Varakhiaka's giant showed signs of wandering.
I straighten my spine and place my hand on my left chest.
"Whatever the form, if what you want to die to exist beyond the statute, it creates precipitation and distortion"
It has been seen many times before.
Marie and Brad, including the undead we met on our journey to Iron Rust Mountain, had distortions caused by becoming immortal.
And maybe... even that Immortal Stagnate doesn't know how to escape its starches and distortions altogether.
Over death, live, live, keep living... and lose sight of, something.
"It could also pollute the last page of your golden war history during your fierce fire.
If I lose, you win, you destroy me, I regret it, but I can't help it.
… but it won't just happen "
The longer the battle between me and Varakiaka lasts, the more Varakiaka will remain in this world in an unnatural state.
Precipitation and distortion, slowly accumulating - so that the body disappears, but all its shadows remain on the spot.
The air that drifts in Valakhiaka today, somewhere throwing it, is probably one end of the spectrum.
And if it defiles that vividly proud Varakhiaka,
If you think so...
"If it's going to happen, I want you to return to the circle in good health.
'Cause I feel like you're here. "
With a great deal of respect for the evil dragon, who was a mighty enemy, and a great deal of fraternity.
I speak to Varakiaka in a quiet tone.
"The Goddess of Lightning will guide the Evil Dragon Varakhiaka, your soul with mercy and respect.
… Would you mind letting yourself be guided? "
In response to that suggestion, Valakiaka did not respond immediately.
In the darkness of darkness, silence obsesses...
[... Hun. With dragons inside me and my position at stake, I'm concerned about the enemy's soul.]
The words that broke the silence, in a spit-and-drop tone.
But it contained some signs of laughter.
[Stupid. Don't you think?
"Yourself, a little"
[But don't bend it]
"Yes. - That's, absolutely."
Um, just like I swore to the oligarchy god.
[Preach soul salvation to evil dragons. - Kuhaha, it's the saints' business.]
In the darkness, there was a sign that Varakhiaka laughed.
It's not a laugh, it's not a mockery.
Signs of a smile that lifts the edge of your mouth.
[But no need to say no]
Dark friends, dragons strip their fangs.
In the back of the throat, a brace of rough fever.
[He will perish, and his soul will be damaged, but he will leave a curse, but there will be dragons.]
Understand the breakdown, I pray.
Even if it doesn't come true to give it back to the circle, at least let this proud dragon have some sleep and some peace. While I hope so.
"It's Grace Feel, the god of lightning."
[Hero, it's The Last Holy Knight, the Dragon Killer.]
White and clear light of prayer and red and black light of fever.
"…… rest and guide."
[- This curse, let it drink up]
The Holy Light Guide (Divine Torch) intersects the exhalation of the Evil Dragon, and the light dyes up the space of darkness -
And so I woke up.