The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"Laeko's not coming back... Yolo, what does that mean?"

"It means exactly what you say. It's proof that you're not rushing here right now."

Indeed, Mr. Yolo's words were poking at the pain.

The usual Laeko tons of demonstrators should have come back to this place some time ago. And yet, not coming back until now - it's more reasonable to see some anomaly occurring.

"So, but Leiko's safe, right? You're not sending me to a dangerous place, are you?

"You better worry about yourself than others, dragon."

Mr. Yolo turns his hand to this side as he floats in the universe. Purple electricity scattered from the palms reminds me of the warning signs of a thunderbolt that will never be emitted.

"You don't think you can fathom me anymore. If you don't want to get caught up in it, you can leave me where I am. Harm the weak to prank is not where we want to be either."

I turn my back gently.

Leah has a swallowing look on her face as she resides with the Spirit.

"Um... I certainly don't intend to fight the Lord at all, just a little bit. Yeah?

"What?"

"If you're talking about the weak, isn't this Mr. Leah either? He may be the same person as Mr. Tsuhua, but he doesn't seem like a very different person from that rough god..."

"Even if my personality is different, it doesn't make any difference that I am the same God who defeated my people. True power would also be exerted if they were hunted down. Come on."

Mr. Yolo shows me the ground to urge me to land.

"I won't say it again. Put down the...?"

Mr. Yolo's words sounded like butt blushes. That's not what they said.

Because I fled at full speed in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Wait. Why are you running away when my brother is advising you because of this?"

but escape fails. They grabbed my tail in the air, and my acceleration was suddenly braked.

"Shh, I'm sorry. I can't fly, so sometimes my wings move on their own..."

"Sonnakotnai. Omae, chant-driven cassette. Confidence Mote '

"Hunting God. I don't think that's a good time to follow up."

After watching me and the Hunting God talk to each other for a while, Mr. Yolo says quietly.

"Stop farting. No matter how much time you buy, that girl's gonna say she's not coming."

"No, no, no. I can't believe I'm buying time. Ah, Mr. Yolo. We had a nice tavern, but why don't we go swallow it together now? I get excited and I get luxurious."

"You're a lucid time buyer...... anyway, you can't escape this posture. I'll take it."

Mr. Yolo reaches out to the rear sitting on my back. I cried out.

"Mr. Spirit! I was wondering if you'd 'throw up'!

"Landslide Ruru"

I was half-hearted if I could do it in this situation, but the result was auspicious.

A rock mass is thrown out of the Spirit's mouth in a furious momentum, swallowing Mr. Yolo, who has reached out. It's a move I used when I fought the manipulators with Shayna.

Fortunately, he escaped to the top of the quarry with an earlier short-range dash, and there's no damage under his eyes either.

Now I'm gonna buy you a little more time.

"Did you think you could sprinkle us with smoke?

I couldn't.

Though he was exposed to massive rock masses, Mr. Yolo floated flat without releasing my tail. Not a single scar on that armor.

"Uh. The spirits just got a little bit of a gep on that one..."

"Enough."

At that moment, Mr. Yolo's hands glowed blue and white.

"Ababa! And jerk off!

"Don't worry. I just need you to be lightly paralyzed so you can't scratch any more."

In fact, this electric shock only gave me the form of hanging out in Yolo's hands. Leah (the Spirit who lived in) is grasping at my horn somewhere for fun.

Mr. Yolo tried to take it away from me.

"Mm?"

I deformed my black nails into a rope and wrapped them around the rear. It was a resistance that squeezed its last force so it wouldn't be taken away.

"Why so desperately shelter, dragon? He's a lot more powerful than you."

"That being said... it would be terrible to force a child who doesn't want to fight"

"For you, however, Xuahua would be someone else in red. I didn't look like a guy with enough guts to make a big stand for it."

Desperately pulling my black nails, I consider why I was vague myself. Hopefully I'll buy some time.

"... somehow. I felt like Laeko."

"That girl will be belligerent"

"That's true, though. But you're afraid that Mr. Chu will destroy the country on your own, aren't you? And Laeko, and that girl..."

Shortness of breath has caused me to break my words.

Laeko still can't control his own power. Alliante said that without a "base called Evil Dragon," he would be swallowed up by his power and storm off. It has even actually happened.

He's fighting his own power, too, deep down.

So I really didn't think this one was any other HR.

"But I believe... that Laeko will come. Because that kid is really amazing. So, Mr. Yolo, I'm not giving up until the end."

"Right..."

Too bad, Mr. Yolo muttered.

"I don't have a hobby for the weak, but I can't forgive those who dare to be hostile. Let's at least do it as someone who's got teeth to this one."

Mr. Yolo threw me into the universe with a cluttered trick. The black claws that were scattered on the rear were also lightly wielded away, and I danced over Mr. Yolo's head.

It is Mr. Yolo's palm that is pointed at us. It also involves a tremendous amount of magic to unleash a thunderbolt.

"Dragon. At least I'll bury you like you suffer. Sara-bah!?

At that time, Mr. Yolo was blown under my eyes.

It's not a massive blow in the line. So much so that I could clearly see the impact of the fist that hit Mr. Yolo's helmet as a ring of the atmosphere.

It wasn't Leiko who released that fist - it wasn't.

"... I'm sorry, Grandpa"

It was Leah who took my fall.

But the language is different than before. From her blonde hair when she lived with the Spirit, she is now being transformed into a burning color when she is a scratchy magma.

No, it's not just the color of your hair. Even his height grows, transforming him from a young child to a Rin woman.

"I was losing my temper. I'll stick with this drop, so forgive me. But before that, more than anything."

Xuhua turned to Mr. Yolo, who had been blown away by the universe. Mr. Yoro, who was stuck a little further away, is holding his fist and groaning.

"Oh! I'm finally going to fight my brother."

"Fucking armor! I'm stuck! You stalker bastard. - Whoa!!

I saw an oversized arrow of words stabbed him in the chest.