The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"All right, Ravendia. I'll use this sword to clean up all the mannequins around me at once, find a way out of the junction in that gap."

"Oh, you got the story together. But you're okay? No matter how strong your sword is, your Lord doesn't know how to do it properly, does he?

"Lick Mel"

The sword of the curse is awesome against me.

"I'm the body daft manipulator. Do it, Ba, Nad. Making Mo 'i with Ko's kid as a master no arms. Later, the body recoil will be Al."

"Oops. I even go to cardiac arrest critical in my training every day anyway, and I don't care anymore if it's a little recoil enough. Just leave me my life, or I won't be able to give you Dragon blood."

"Yi Yi, lol..."

The red and black rusty coloured light stretches from the cursed sword into Liot's arms, intertwining like an Ibarra.

I think for a moment they took over, but this time it hasn't even changed the color of my eyes.

"Let's go!

"Ooh."

Oh, my God, that's what Liot said. He jumped off my back.

It is quite high to the ground. Stepping through this height without hesitation is a lot of nerve, even though it is fortified with a sword.

"Whoa!! Fall! Fall!

"Silent terrorism. Ursa."

I withdraw the foreword because I heard a falling liot scream.

Apparently, all of Liot's movements right now are controlled by the sword of the curse. pity.

But the effect seems immense.

With the landing, a flock of mannequins arrived towards the liot, but the sword of the curse was only swept away, and all the mannequins were torso broken apart.

"Oh! You can count on this!

In a moment of joy, my body leaned about.

When I looked under my eyes often wondering what was going on, the columns of black claws that supported my body were also severed together by the blow of the current Liot.

As it is, columns beyond the tolerance of damage are shattered and scattered.

"No - no!!

My body is falling to the ground when I lose my support.

That's right. We need to deform the black nails into cushions quickly. But I'm too hasty to get my image together.

"Mountain Soft"

but a voice came from over my head. He is the Spirit who sits between the horns.

My nails swelled with the whining, gently wrapping myself at the moment when I clashed to the ground.

I was relieved, but I recall instantly that this place is in a group of enemy mannequins.

The swords and axed mannequins flock to me in fury.

"Let, Mr. Spirit, go with all your strength! And protect me!

"Yes."

My feet accelerate at once.

On the front, a windproof shield made of black claws is created, bouncing off axes and swords erected on the path.

Escape the siege with the momentum intact - I didn't.

To be precise, Mr. Spirit, who escaped, was about to turn and re-enter me on his own.

"Oh, you know? Mr. Spirit?"

"I'll be home safe."

"Why are you trying to jump into the mannequins again? I'm not scared anymore, am I?

"If you move mountains, you have nothing to fear."

"It moves so much, it scares me so much."

My tear appeal does not reach Mr. Spirit.

But I understand Mr. Spirit's thoughts. Now that things are getting better, it's a decision I'd rather sweep the mannequins than run around.

- To get home safely.

"But I can't do this mentally. No!

"Mountain swinging"

With a full force of sickness with a shield forward, I (the Spirit, to be precise) flies the mannequins.

The mannequins are destroyed by making a noise, but the pressure of distress twitches and destroys my heart.

"Hyah ha! Miscellaneous fish, too! Take me down, Le!!

Meanwhile, Liot's situation moving into the corner of his sight was similar.

Obviously he moves agile around in a human detached motion, flirting with the mannequins, slashing down, but the liot at the time was clearly more gessy than it was when he saw it a few minutes ago.

I also feel like my soul is out of my mouth about half the time if my consciousness is hazy with too much speed.

"Yabe... my consciousness..."

"Chill or bear with me, Ro Kid!

"Mr. Spirit. Neither I nor I can..."

"I'll be home safe."

The mannequins dwindle in number as they roam, and the ground is loaded with debris.

However, this achievement is not by me and Liot, but by the Spirit and the Sword of the Curse, no matter what you think.

"Hmm... I knew I wouldn't get my hands and feet out of regular doll games"

Around the time the mannequin was almost wiped out, the manipulators nestled behind the red moon over it groaned irritably.

"Then I'll make it a little more fun for you, Leavendia. How about a doll like this?

The thread of magic stretched out of the hands of the manipulators innumerably, pouring all over the false king's capital.

They hoist up the rubble of the building and, skillfully combined, begin to stitch together into one shape.

- What emerged was the figure of a giant shaped by rubble.

"Come on. What do we do, Ravendia? Isn't this golem a little tough with a little hand job like it's always been?

Small hand check.

It seems that the greatest attack I can do right now, "The Spirit's Strike Through Full Disease," is only that degree of awareness for the other side. No, you still overestimated me.

"of, Mr. Curse Sword. Can the Lord do something about this opponent?"

"Unhelpful ou. Decathlon."

"Right"

"Wait, Ravendia. I have a plan."

Here Liot made a recommendation, breathless in fatigue.

"Oh, what? What's the idea?

"First, buy time with me and this sword. If you provoke him to run away, he's gonna die."

"Yeah. So?

"You accumulate your strength in that gap - bring back your true strength. If you were the original Evil Dragon Leavendia, you wouldn't care as much as those giants, would you?

First of all, I think the operation is seriously flawed on the premise.

No matter how much power I accumulate, I remain as I am.

Rather, when it comes to "true power," it is much weaker than it is now with the help of Mr. Spirit.

"Come on! It's round two, Leavendia!

But ruthlessly, the golem of manipulation approached us.

Too huge. Once an attack arrives, there is no way for us to escape that range of attacks.

No matter, there's no way to defend.

"I don't think this is working anymore..."

The moment the golem shook his fist.

Suddenly the entire junction vibrated violently as a result of the earthquake.

And a glimmer of giant cracks runs into the sky of the junction, which was black stained with darkness at night.

- The crack was shaped like a nail.

"Ku......! Get out of my way in a good place!

There was a rush in the voices of the manipulators above.

The cracks in the junction were repaired as I looked at them, but in the meantime the movement of the golem stopped, twitching and crumbling down to the tip of his hands and feet.

Definitely.

And Laeko from the outside - probably trying to open up this junction.