Sevens

Waving the katana in his hand, Nowem was bounced by a large sickle that rotated with both hands.

A big sickle circling the circle comes at me with a blade pointed straight at me. Before that sharpness, it was not easy to step in.

Nowem approaches me. When taken with a knife, a golden dragon rose to the sky. Head to that place where the historical principals are.

When Nowem deliberately brought him into the competition, he put his face closer to me.

"Come on, take me down quickly. With Lyell's hand..."

I feel very fresh that they called me by name without giving me a name. But I can't say that right now.

In the back Aria screams.

"Nowem, don't..."

As Nowem's eyes narrowed, a demon emerged from under Aria's feet. A land dragon emerged, but the scales looked like metal.

Aria's vision looks like a mix of noise. Something similar to the Land Dragon stood in front of Aria out of the ground.

"Now what did you call!

When forced to leave, Nowem deliberately jumps back. I just felt like I was being played.

"It's a subspecies of the Land Dragon. Even if you have the usual demons where the hierarchy lord is, it's not funny. I pulled it because I didn't seem to have a turn. It's strong. Aria could lose and get killed too."

Aria stands up for it and is relative to the Land Dragon. Eva, Clara, Monica, and the Valkyries went in to cover you.

Monica will look over the whole thing and help cover me. When the rays of light struck Nowem, Nowem looked fine as he received them. There is red light in the area received.

It's partly magic that generates shields.

"Shit! The fox!

Nowem looks at Monica flying in the sky.

"... do you have time to stand here? I don't think Aria and the others can beat him."

Nowem was right. Basically to Aria, who is not a magical subject, the minutes were bad for a subspecies of the land dragon like having the skin of metal.

I'm waving the spear, but I can't get the blade. Eva also provides cover, but looks disadvantaged. Besides, Clara is good at aiding, but she doesn't like attack magic.

When Monica narrows her eyes, she heads straight to Aria and the others.

Nowem smiled.

"Come on, now we're out of the way. It's just the two of us."

"Let's just say it's somewhere more moody."

For me, that's the best I can do. When slashed, Nowem avoids it on a single piece of paper. Preparing the magic on his left hand and releasing it at close range, Nowem played the magic with his bare hands.

When I took it in Katana because the sickle was approaching, I found it strangely uncomfortable. In addition, it is stiff.

"Shit!"

Nowem groans sadly.

"You should have prepared a stronger weapon for Lyell. Well, be careful in the future."

Nowem cleverly jumped my katana with a sickle. When the knife leaves my hand, I prepare magic in both hands.

"Fire Barrett!"

When he unleashed the magic of fire, which was inferior from both hands, Nowem mutilated it with a sickle. Aim for the moment, approaching and hugging Nowem's body. I was thinking about bringing it into the joint or strangling it off.

But Nowem won't freak out if I weigh in.

"If you don't have a weapon, it's magic, and if you still can't, bare hands. It's wonderful."

As Nowem lifted me with his left hand, he threw it straight away. When you take the passive and stand up as you are, you don't see Nowem in front of you.

Then from behind.

"That will not break easily - it's a boulder."

I heard a voice near my ear. There's a chill running down my spine and I jump off the spot. Nowem was laughing at me and couscous. As if, when the prank succeeded.

"I don't have a hitter and it's already breaking my heart?

Saying so in cold sweat, Nowem smiled.

"If you give up, we'll all be dead. Now, kill me, Lyell."

As Nowem approached me suddenly, I took my pistol out of the back hip holster. When he fired, Nowem avoided the remnants at a rate that left him, and approached me.

Take the sickle blow with your pistol. The boulder is the pistol Vera gave me. They took Nowem's blow.

But.

"I won't kill you to that extent. Besides, you missed the steeple, didn't you?

Nowem, who was laughing, turned faceless. He was unconsciously taking the steeple off, but he doesn't like that.

- What am I supposed to do?

Can you help me with Nowem or something? I didn't want to choose the means to help - to free myself from Nowem as a goddess or evil god.

- Historical contemporaries said they had stopped fighting and looked up at the sky.

"You're lying."

The noisy Walt family kept silent enough to hear a second generation of whining. Golden scales in the sky - and dragons with giant red horns overlooked the historical contemporaries.

Everyone was silent, but Lyells' conversation was noisy but audible.

The fifth generation grips the pattern of the snakebelly sword.

"The Lord of the Underground Labyrinth that mankind cannot reach,? This guy..."

My first generation was shaking with pull. The dragon's penetration was precisely that of a ruler in the sky but on earth. Its dragon with even divinity.

Although not a name named by mankind, Nowem called it the Legendary Dragon. Exactly, I guess it's an epic demon.

The sixth generation set up Halvard in silence.

The third generation is also silently staring at the legend that is in the sky.

To such a place.

"That dragon is my prey!!"

As the seventh generation on horseback rushed, he pulled out a silver pistol and fired on the dragon. But something was attacking ahead of it from the other side.

"Too bad. I'm the first one."

It was the fourth generation to push up the glasses and one dagger after the other to pierce what appeared to be a weak part of the dragon.

The first generation screams.

"You guys! I'm the first one you find! I'll take care of that! Hey, bastards!

The first generation of soldiers roar, and the second generation of soldiers rush the second generation as well.

The second generation, though frightened, looked sharply at the dragon.

"If you take this guy down... don't be a legend. I mean, the strongest in history."

To the words, the sixth generation jumped up and slashed the dragon as he laughed lavishly. Halvard's extravagant blow scratches the dragon scale.

"I'm the strongest!!"

Then the seventh generation yells at the sixth generation.

"Father, don't scratch the surface as much as possible because you're going to peel it off! I'll blow it from the inside with this bomb and make it a fine strip."

In the seventh generation preparing as a delight, it was Zell who was handing over the bomb. Then the fifth generation, stretched out its snakebelly sword and wrapped it around the neck of the dragon, flies straight to the dragon.

"Oh, my God, you're so cowardly!

When the first generation screamed to come down to the fifth generation, the fifth generation rode the back of the dragon to return the snake-bellied sword to its original sword.

"The sooner you win, the better. Does poison or something work?

In the fifth generation trying to pour poison out of the wound, the sixth generation screamed.

"Dad! You always do! It's too crisp to end!

A fourth generation approached the dragon with a dagger floating in the sky on the scaffold. A dragon stormed out because the fifth generation is on his back is about to gather magic in his mouth and blow the perimeter.

"I've been waiting for that timing!

A fourth generation that pours magic into daggers and throws them one after the other. Interfering with the gathered magic, the dragon's mouth exploded.

The fifth generation blows up together.

"Father!!"

Close to the blowing fifth generation was a beautiful woman. A woman with horns and scales on her hands and feet who has lost her right arm.

May holds the fifth generation and lands on the ground. Unlike before, he grew up. The fifth generation that saw May like that.

"Me, Mae! You, my arm..."

I was about to cry. It is a tear eye. The sixth generation saw such a fifth generation.

"Is that Kirin? It was like younger before."

The fifth generation stared at the sixth. Even if the fifth generation is staring at a tall woman holding a princess, she is not dignified at all.

"Huh? Although it would have many different characteristics! Besides, it can't be anything but May! You, you have proper eyes!

May said, putting the fifth generation down to the ground.

"My arms have been taken. But they grow in a few years."

"Are you staying that way for a few years! Lyell's guy, what the hell did you do!

Seeing the furious fifth generation, the fifth generation of wives with Boso.

"You know, my son, I've made mistakes about my daughter."

"How can animal relations be"

"... if this isn't even there"

A sixth generation wife was laughing when she saw the wives who could not say strongly in the fifth generation.

"Ha! I guess that's how I didn't say it so strongly that I couldn't! Thanks to you, you struggled with me!

When I was confessed and married, I brought my concubine in normally. A sixth generation wife enraged by such a sixth generation attitude. As a result, there are two concubines and they are angry with the aunts who don't blame them.

The sixth generation was slaughtered by a dragon in silence. The look, brave - but brave - just seems to have escaped.

fifth or sixth generation soldiers. And my sixth generation brother and sisters were excited to see the dragon.

"I'll do it too!

"It's a dragon hunt. Ahhh!!"

"I think I'll join you."

Soldiers prepare ropes and throw them around to wrap debris around it and capture dragons. When the dragon tries to escape to the sky.

"I'm not letting you get away with this!

A second generation unleashed an arrow of light, which rained light on the dragon. When the chimatic arrow hit, it was causing an explosion and preventing the dragon from escaping into the sky.

The seventh generation also puts holes in their wings pointing the muzzle at the dragon.

"Hmm. Can I let the wings repair later? Defeat and peel this dragon. If you make it a symbol of Lyell's empire... I will be a legend!

Zell leads the troops.

"Cover Master Broad! Whoever wants the title of dragon killer, don't spare his life!

Soldiers attacked one after the other.

There, he also joined his fourth generation wife with Ludmila.

"Hey! Don't peel it off! You can keep it safe and use it as collateral when borrowing money in the future! This material and magic stone will surely be a fine collateral!

The fourth generation also seems to agree with his wife. So towards the second or seventh generation.

"Beautifully rosy! Don't think you can fix it later! In the direction of finishing with as much blow as you can!

The fifth generation yells at the fourth.

"Remember what you just did! Besides, this guy's not that soft. He said he messed it up."

"Fredriksu!!"

In the fifth generation, a fourth generation wife jumped. Sometimes the fifth generation who gets cheeked up is shy in front of everyone.

"Mom, stop it!

Then arrived the king of Fanbaille's predecessors, even though he was late to the seventh generation. And when you discover the sixth generation.

"Fines fucking grandpa. No!! Today is the day I'm gonna give you the guidance!

The sixth generation smiled and raised his hand to the previous generation of Fanbailles, who stormed with spears.

"That's the kid from that time! I miss you."

From the other person's point of view, there would be a sixth generation that you would not forget if you wanted to. He jumped off the horse and shook his spear down.

"We settle for our cause here."

But the competing sixth generation laughs.

"Although we would already be dead to each other. Besides... your granddaughter, my grandson's sideroom candidate. Let's water each other."

Fanbaille's predecessors opened their mouths only once... then turned their faces bright red.

"Can you admit it!!"

Furious.

While the sixth generation is in trouble.

"Wait! Now wait! Though the other historical masters will take care of you! Wait a minute!"

Sixth generation in trouble for Fanbaille's predecessors.

Ludmila was standing up to see the sight. Obviously, before the majestic dragon, he was donning to see the face of the Walt family, who stood up to him with joy. Either way, we don't even know what means of attack the opponent has.

And then I was, like, slaughtered first. The only thing I watched calmly was the third generation.

A third generation wife says to the third generation:

"Because I'm not joining you?

The third generation smiles.

"Me? I guess I'll join you when I stab a stop. I knew it would be more efficient to take it away from you later."

While Dewey looked up at such a third generation.

"Slay, I don't know about that"

That's what Dewey, whose third generation is his brother, told him, and he was a taffeta.

And.

"Oh, doesn't that sound interesting? A golden dragon - that's really good."

The seventh generation, which was happily firing gunshots at the legend dragon, reacted to that voice.

"Xenoa!"

Xenoa slaps Pasilli with a red fan as he runs over the seventh generation.

"It's late to pick me up! I've come this far on my own. But that dragon is good. It'll be a good souvenir for Lyell."

"Oh, yeah."

"- You, defeat me before the others. That's how much you can do for your lovely grandson, right?

The seventh generation tried to say something, but when Xenoa stared at me, he dropped his shoulder.

"Wow, okay. Let's try. Zell! Whatever you do, we'll take it!

"Yes, Master Broad!

Xenoa gave me the golden dragon. Look at the legend dragon and stretch your chest. I started laughing high.

"Ohohohoho, fine. That would be a wonderful gift!

Gracia and Eliza are the ones who were forced to bring in looking at their backs like that. Aren't you two saying that Ceres' personality is actually a concession of this guy? I look like I thought so.

"Eliza, I think..."

"Don't tell me. You'll see. Or no place for us to get our hands on it"

Legendary dragons slashed from their surroundings and subjected to constant magic. When a black magic snake wraps around a dragon, it explodes the black flame as it is.

Captured by the magic that emerged from the top and bottom, the Legendary Dragon where the Iron Ball strikes and blows away.

Looking at the legend dragon that the first generation keeps playing.

"You guys can't! Replace me!

He wields his sword and slashes it in. Then are you angry that they said no?

"Get lost, barbarians! There's a reason we can't leave! Don't flaunt my prey!

The seventh generation kept shooting bullets at the fallen legend dragon.

Ludmila said a word as she saw such a sight.

"Poor thing on the other hand - the dragon."

That's how I shrugged...