The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

I blinked at the flash.

The thunderball that occurred with Mr. Yolo's hand movement engulfed his fake family in the air, causing a huge explosion that dyed the area white.

It was no less powerful than its magic unleashed in just a handful or compared to the slaughter of Leiko.

- But.

"Though he was once a demon king, the meditation is an old man left over from the times. It still doesn't seem to reach me, the family of the evil dragon Ravendia, who can still roar his name."

The opponent is a fake family member who twisted all of Laeko's efforts from the front. It floats flat with no scratches in the sky where the thunder has subsided.

"Yes, Mr. Yolo. That demon is bad. If your Lord and I fight here, this city may be gone."

"Is that strong? Where?"

But Mr. Yolo, who was prevented from attacking, was surprisingly flat.

He was like a battle freak, so I thought he'd burn up and start a full-scale fight.

"Are you a loser?

"No, it's simply a fact. I don't know how you saw it, but you're weaker than me."

That is something I have felt faint before.

There is no doubt that false family members are terribly strong opponents when they fight, but my eyesight does not sound so alarming.

Though he is a strong demon there, he can crusade if he has enough elite - enough recognition.

"But Mr. Yolo. You sure don't look very strong, but you're not actually getting through with this one, are you?

"It's a simple story. If the weak guy eats our attack and is flat, it's working Peten somewhere. He can't be anything but evaporating if he's attacked by my own people head-on."

Mr. Yolo met both fists in front of his chest.

The next moment I thought, he disappeared and was jumping up to the eyes of a fake family member in the universe.

"I don't know what kind of trick you're going down, but I'm going to need you to expose the seeds."

Mr. Yolo releases the palm bottom in orbit as if trying to crush the mask.

Fake family members who would have dared to take it before now and still look flat,

――

I twisted and twisted myself.

Then he showers a kick like swinging it down his heel on Yolo's back, who swung his palm bottom empty-handed.

The kicking power was unquestionably authentic. At the same time as the hit, Mr. Yolo's body is knocked down to the ground at once, crushing the cobblestone in the alley to roll up the sand smoke.

"Mr. Yolo!

Don't make a scene.

Mr. Yolo, who was half-burned in cobblestones by the impact of the fall, soon rises and crawls out. Armor and cape are dusty, but there is no agitation in person.

"This attack, how much did it cost me to fall?"

"Really? I think it was a blow you couldn't ignore."

He was a fake family member who would provoke him, but Mr. Yolo made a grin on his mouth to mock him under his helmet.

"What are you in such a hurry? If you have the pride of being stronger than me, be more prestigious. Cheap provocation. It's what the dwarves do."

"Oh Mr. Yolo, don't heat up too much. It's a peaceful place to talk."

I rush near Mr. Yolo. It's not just for persuasion.

I don't know what the reason is, but the attack unleashed by the false family will disappear if they touch me.

If a massive attack is launched against Mr. Yolo, I can interrupt and dismantle him on the brink of this position. The damage to the city is minimal.

If I thought so, Mr. Yolo grabbed my tail and hung back upside down.

"Here, what are you doing? Do not water our battle. We're pulling in because we're in the way."

"Chi, it's not, Mr. Yolo! For some reason, that attack won't help me. [M] So if you use me as a shield, I think you have a chance."

"Ho."

That being said, in my head, my experience was flashing back when I had a runaway raccoon in Saelen.

Ariante turned me around like a chained iron sphere, tossed me, and eventually rode me around from the race--

"But... be as gentle as you can. Take great care when using me as a weapon. If it feels like dealing with a crack, isn't it a shame for me to help?"

"I don't want it."

Poop, Mr. Yolo threw me in the back of the alley. Normally it hurt.

"My people are the strongest demons. I don't mean to ask for help."

"So, but don't insult me! Can the Lord prevent his attacks..."

"Why can't you prevent attacks that even my own people can't prevent?

Mr. Yolo asked the ultimate question. I wonder why. Even though Laeko explains, "Because I think of you as the Lord."

Assuming the same reasoning as that, I'll tell Mr. Yolo.

"I wonder, for example, if that man thinks of me as the Lord, and that's why the magic is so perverted that I can't get through...?

"Ha, what do you say, Master Leavendia? This power of mine is something that Lady Leavendia gave me momentarily."

Fake family members answer instantly.

I knew he was a weird person like that (demon).

As I was wanting to cry, Leiko, who had made the Cardinals golden with killing intentions, came on his back with a possum.

"That undelivered man is saying strange things, Master Evil Dragon. Can you tell me about the factual relationship?"

"Why are you a little angry? I've said it many times, but it's not. You alone are my family."

"Then I'm glad - you heard me, you fake. I am the only absolute family of the Evil Dragon. You're just someone else with a lot of conjecture."

Reko stretches her chest in a pleasant face.

Apparently, he wasn't really angry, but wanted to take a "only Laeko is a family member" from my mouth.

But the tongue of the false family has not lost either.

"But you've proven it before, haven't you? My" Big Claws "far outweighed yours. Where else but Master Ravendia is he who gives us so much power? I take it personally to mock that I am simply a highly conjectured ordinary person, but is Master Ravendia's power something to lose when conjectured?

"Ku...... it"

"The same family would know. Your power belongs to Master Leavendia, and my power to defeat it can only belong to Master Leavendia, too. If you disagree with that, it means you doubt the power of the Lord, right?

Puffy and Laeko began to tremble. This is undoubtedly a sign when you are angry.

You saw no enemies at the tip of your mouth, you must have a dagger in your hand.

"Dear Evil Dragon, by the way. If he's not a family member, I don't mind killing him here, do I?

"Please, come on, Leiko. Because if I give you all I can, you're gonna be in a lot of trouble."

Even at this stage, I can hear the front streets panicking because of the thunderstorm that Yolo emitted earlier. If any more serious acts of sabotage occur, they will be made real sinners rather than wrongdoers.

"Either way, don't let the fool's lies fool you, little girl. That's why you're weak."

And it was Mr. Yolo who unleashed the word of restraint there.

"That masked guy. The tongue seems to spin somewhat, but isn't it hopelessly muscular in the first place before the content of the story? Previously on" family "or" presumption. "You don't even realize that?

So Mr. Yolo pointed at me, and then looked straight at his false family.

"- What do you think of this dragon?