The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

"Then we will run the" Dragon Dance Rite, "the first game. - Here we go!!

In keeping with the proclamation of the referee-like gray dragon, Ms. Nelvia steps out with her arms extended to the three swords she lays on her hips.

On the other hand, the blue dragon, known as Algora, looked bored and narrowed his eyes and seemed to be watching Mr. Nervia's way out.

'Something called me so suddenly that I didn't know what was going on. Really, if your life is in vain, you should stop fighting dragons.'

It was Algora, who had some dazed eyes and advised so, but Mr. Nelvia had no ears at all to listen to, and he chose the Demon Sword, the Rapid Rapid Sword Français, which he once gave Mr. Lümmyfort, to pull out.

Heavy iron chunks that wave and glow black. It seems to have heavy and definite power, but still, from the dragon giant, any famous sword will look like an unreliable twig.

'Ha... you have no choice. I'll finish you off with a blow. I'll at least give you the lead.'

When Argola put it that way, he did not let the giant surrounded by its blue and white dragon rin fit, but was defenseless against Mr. Nelvia, who was now approaching his sight.

When Mr. Nervia leans so slightly on Algora's suggestion, he sets up a française.

"Really? Then don't hesitate."

At the next moment, “GOGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

An iron stick wielded by a girl equal to a dwarf compared to a dragon. The moment it was tapped into Argola's huge face, its giant unnaturally rocked and turned its blue-white body over.

One beat late and falling apart would be the scales on Argola's face with the Devil's Sword tapped.

Argola, who fell to the ground, touched his battered cheek in such a way as to be incredible. But there are crushed dragon scales and seeping blood there indeed.

Absolute sentence.

The dragons who were watching the changes in things around them have stretched a similar look to the pity they had floated around earlier, completely losing their words.

But there Mr. Nervia swung down more français toward Argola, who was falling in.

The roaring sound again. Now it was a spicy, left-armed, guarded argola, but because of his poor posture, his bounced arm hit his face, plus a deep crack engraved on the dragon scale of his arm.

"Grr......!? What, what's this?!? You, are you a barbyte!?

Algora waves her right arm and hits Mr. Nervia, but when she knocks it back with a française without difficulty, she knocks a strong blow to the side of Algora with a knife to return.

Striking Argola's injured left arm, which stood on the verge of further disfigurement, he slammed that jaw from the bottom into the gap where he was screaming, smashing a full swing of maximum power into the middle of his defenseless exposed neck.

An overwhelming series of attacks flowing without mercy.

Although Mr. Nervia seems to be doing so easily, Franpauge, whose weight continues to vary greatly depending on the speed of the tip of the sword, is a demonic sword that is really difficult to handle. I finally waved to whoever I gave it to twice at the most. Yeah, there's no way I could have done that and manipulated it as freely as my hands and feet.

That impossibility, Ms. Nervia was making it happen with force moves by overwhelming talent.

She's exactly the kind of girl that 'talent is waving the sword'...... seems to be even more empowered by people's strongest teachings these days.

When I once fought Black Dragon, I couldn't move satisfactorily because I was anxious to be able to do better or less, and eventually I could finally overwhelm my enemies after the limiter came off.

But this time, she's overwhelmed the dragon in her normal mental state. It's not the phantom, free-spirited sword muscle we showed in the battle against the Black Dragon, it's waving the righteous sword flash of origin passed down to the Renavent family.

I mean, there must be a difference in strength enough to give the enemy a good hand reduction.

In the first place, Mr. Nervia's natural enemies are “velocities” that come beyond human perception, like Reggie. Attack and defense are not a big problem.

The Dragon, by contrast, has a tough Dragon Scale Left Defense and a Gorillastic Tactical with an Overwhelming Mass Attack. So I guess there are times when it's simply compatible.

"This... don't get on with it. Humans aaaaaaa!!

As always, a dragon seems pretty easy, and Argola dyes the dragon's golden eyes deep red to move into a reverse scaly state. I hear that if you do this, you will be able to use your full abilities only to forget pain and fatigue and destroy your enemies. Narrator Nemesi Nestled Neighborhood Talk.

Unlike earlier, Argola went wild with its white limbs and tails. When a tail with an extraordinary wind-cut sound is slammed to the ground, the ground, which should be quite stiff, crumbles and rolls up like a cookie, and the tornado rock, which seems to contain it from time to time, screams tall.

In all that mayhem, but Mr. Nelvia played it with a sober sword, deviating, shuddering, beating Algora's hands and feet again to restrict his movements, and just knocking the attack on his nose and blowing it away.

……

But the moment Mr. Nervia hit the dragon, Argola barely feathered the big wings on his back only once, dampening her pursuit by the wind that caused it, while at the same time taking a great distance with recoil.

I thought it was a bitter resistance, but apparently it was different. When Argola was forced to point that white, long neck at Mr. Nelvia, he opened the vicious (afterwards) in full. So I finally figured out what the enemy was after.

At the next moment, a pure white breath was released from Algora's mouth, passing directly beside Mr. Nelvia, who avoided it by flying just before. It plundered one of the dragons' hole barns, which was linear as it was, and froze the dragon's half there. The surface of the scale must have just frozen though.

It was Mr. Nervia who noted that a frost path had been made on the straight line, but the breath of freezing, which continued to be unleashed by Argola, would be done by walling the ground that Argola himself had just beaten up and rolled up.

But the breath releasing obstinately from next to next gradually filled the fire escape with frost and ice, making even me chilly, which was far from the battlefield. This will reduce Ms. Nervia's motor function as she sees it, due to the sudden drop in temperature. That's a nastier ability than I thought.

Just as I started to think that Jiri is poor as it is, I can see Argola trying to spread its huge wings wide open. Are you going to fly through the sky and aim directly from the top?

Just as Mr. Nervia couldn't overlook it either, she quickly jumps out of the shadow of the frozen rock wall and approaches Argola as she jarrily steps down the frosty ground.

But that must have been what Argola was after. (d) Argola, who distorted his mouth a lot, breathed heavily out of its huge mouth. Mr. Nervia is fast approaching, but still a few more steps are missing to beat the blow to Algora.

At that time, Mr. Nervia delivered the Devil's Sword Français to his sheath.

The cooling air that converges in Argola's mouth releases with the highest power so far.

When the momentum, and the misdigit cold air in both ranges, is released forward, Mr. Nelvia's small figure is instantly swallowed.

When I was out of tune with the sight, the white cold air that I could stand in slowly disappeared, pushed away by the heat swirling into the Dragon King's Peak.

And that's where you jumped into my eyes...

"- What!?

Unexpectedly, Argola screamed in such a way.

Mr. Nervia, whose breath of cold air was supposed to have struck him directly at considerable close range, was there, though not frozen or blown away, because he was no different than he had been earlier.

And Mr. Nervia's frozen ground stretches out behind her, but just behind her, straight up, it doesn't look like it's frozen. It's as if the cold air was better, avoiding going through about Mr. Nelvia.

Chin, is naked with the metal sound of the holy sword "Levataine" placed on her hips.

It was pulled out of a golden sheath that also looked like a wand or a branch. That must have cut through the impending runoff of cold air.

That sword has the specs to just make it happen. Because that's what I built.

"... if you still want to do it, you're next (...)"

When Mr. Nervia says so, he puts his hand on the sheath of Leviataine, which he paid for once.

Then Argola grinned powerlessly, shaking her body.

"……………………"

He declared surrender as he restored the color of his eyes to gold.

"Winner, Swordsman of the People!!

A gray dragon flying over the battlefield made a winner's declaration with a high voice. If you don't know your name, ask in advance. And I'm a knight, not a swordsman. Important there.

Having confirmed her own victory, Mr. Nelvia returned to us with a light heel, jarring down the frozen ground.

"Master Sefi! I won!

"Ugh, yeah! That was amazing, sister. Come?"

As I descended from the throne and spread my hands, Mr. Nervia rushed over here with pleasure and hugged me. Wow, hiccup! I need to warm you up fast!

And I'll stroke her head, grinning bitterly at the feeling of the "Nervia Mountains” being pressed all over my face.

"When your sister was swallowed by a dragon brace, it was pretty hysterical. You used the Holy Sword."

"It's an artifact given to me by Master Sephi, so I've had a fierce special training so I can use it perfectly above all else!

My face will also be broken by Mr. Nelvia, who says something delightful with a masterful expression.

The artifact I once presented to Mr. Nelvia for her birthday, the Holy Sword Leviataine. That's given her performance as a “meta-equipment” to the dragon in a sense, based on her experience that when she once confronted the Black Dragon, she was the only one who couldn't deal with the dragon brace.

That's just chikara called 'Slash What Can't Slash'.

It's just, of course, that's just one aspect of the ability of this sword, and if it exercised its true power, it would have been able to retribute even if Argola had fled to the sky as it was.

But apparently, Mr. Nervia doesn't want to show this Leviataine's fullness to others as much as possible, and he's trying not to pull it out of his sheath as much as he can.

... and I know that one person is spilling a suspicious grin as he plucks Levatein out on his bed at night and glimpses its blue-white, glowing vitreous (glass) fullness...

and when me and mr. Nervia were flirting that way, we saw Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia approaching us as she got used to the sound of Zsinzucin and Venus, a dragon girl following her on a small run next to it.

'... honestly, I'm surprised. I didn't expect people to unilaterally hunt down dragons that far.'

"That's right. Nelvia Lunavent is awarded the title of Dragon Knight by defeating the black dragon that was once rampant in the national territory!

Scarlet dragon and dragon girl gaze stunnedly as soon as I say it like that with half my bragging and half my intentions.

'Also, what if that dragon had not spit out a pitch-black flame that swallows light?

"I was throwing up. Hey, black flame.... So this wasn't my mistake?

When I asked him that in a precautionary sense, Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia narrowed his eyes and exhaled deeply, seemingly devoid of water.

"Once upon a time there was a desolate man whose high strength had given him width in the" Dragon Mountains ”. It's a dragon with a black scale called the Dark Dragon Lonzarkim. '

"I generally guessed it in purple (his) words earlier. You were banished because you're too abusive and cause problems, and then you went all the way down to the tribal realm looking for a place to ramble on, right?

'... you're right'

Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia sounds sorry to me, but still, there was something I couldn't help but say.

"Unlike humans, dragons can do a lot of damage alone. Kick that out and I don't know anything about the rest...... Oh, my God, isn't that a little irresponsible?

"There's no place to keep a dragon that can become a dragon and use a dragon brace."

"If you're alone and you're rambling around, you're seeing someone kill you one day. You don't have the guts to end up putting the" end ”in your own hands, and you're pushing the blame on someone else. I'm saying I'm irresponsible."

'... no words to give back'

Bogarnia laying low in her eyes and Venus, who is similarly bluishing and grating her complexion.

Well, even the Dragon King is the one who made that decision, and I can't help but tell these two.

Still, I had to contest their judgment in front of Kaylis, who was watching this conversation at the edge of my sight.

One village in the Easberg Republic was destroyed because the Black Dragon was left in the wild. Besides, if we hadn't gotten caught up in Lille's conspiracy to go to the Republic, if we had been bad, the Knights of the Republic would have been devastated and the damage could have been even greater.

Even the fake brave man of the Republic, Crito, lost his homeland and became a loner all his life, and many lives would have been taken by the time the Black Dragon reached the Boboloza Tree Sea.

Even people do a lot of irresponsible things, so I can't say much about it. Still, if you're the head of an organization called Dragon King, I'd like you to make responsible decisions.

When you get the chance, ask Mr. Dragon King to take a bit of responsibility, including for this cooperation with Roxward.

... and as for that anyway.

"Hey, is there any healing of Mr. Venus' injury?

Yes, Venus, a dragon girl who was blown away earlier by purple dragons to give her a blood splash, but the witch clothes that wrap around her are torn and by the way blood seeps through...... there was not one scratch left on her core skin already.

You noticed my doubts, Venus nodded like he was good at "oh".

"There are several species in the dragon clan, and my erythematous dragon species are specialized in regenerative abilities."

"Erythema...?

I don't see any red spots anywhere...... Are you talking about red eyes?

But very different from my expectations, Venus taught me the truth in a bitter laugh.

"My appearance is a mutant rarely born to any kind of dragon clan," he said. Full-bodied bright white scales and hair, always eyes of reverse scales. Basically, instead of being a little stronger in their race traits, they say they are weak and premature in disease. "

Oh, in short, you were an albino. I thought that was exactly the kind of white type of dragon species.

When I am secretly convinced by one, Mr. Nelvia, who is hugging me from behind, leaks his thoughts to the wind like no other.

"I see, but it's beautiful"

Having heard that, Venus opens his eyes as if taken aback and solidifies while looking up at Mr. Nervia, who remains nicotine.

A closer look at Venus showed that its beautiful skin was slightly wrapped around dragon scales. Such pure white scales faded red and she leaned over. What's that cute reaction? But if it's cute, my kids haven't lost either!

Speaking of which, she said she was in the role of "The Scaled Witch," but could the Albino dragon be chosen as "The Scaled Witch”? Or...

As I was lost in my thoughts, Scarlet Dragon Bogarnia accidentally turned its giant head pictorially upwards.

"Mm... Looks like Wind Dragon (Sopidias) is here"

Apparently, as earlier, he also sent to the dragon for the decree to call, a skinny dragon with a green scale flew from above and descended to the peaks of Zuchin and the Dragon King. And I'm talking to Purple Dragon about something again.

"Be careful, he's also the number two wingman of the Wind Dragon Sect. And I hear wisdom turns."

"It doesn't matter. I can't lose."

With a tingling temper, Reggie took about two or three steps with an abusive grin...

Then I twisted my heels back and came back to me with my early feet. Where did you go?

"Oh, um... if I win too, will you give me a glimpse?

... Oh, when Mr. Nervia came back earlier, you were jealous of me for welcoming him with a hug. That was just trying to warm you up.

Or I still keep a cuddle from behind, and I see the Nell Mountains changing shape around the back of my head, and Lurora's eyes are dead.

"Yeah, I'll give you as much as I want. Not if you're not hurt."

"...... Huh!! Ok, I'm going to kill you intact!!

"Don't kill me?

Reggie shakes his tail and goes to the battlefield, declaring furiously his nose.

But will it be okay? Reggie's claws and fangs don't go through the dragon scales, as evidenced in his former battle with the Black Dragon. There are more chances of winning than having a holy chain grapenil, but it doesn't change that you're a pretty incompatible opponent.

Well, that's the same thing for them, so I don't think it's going to be less than a draw.

But Mr. Rümmyfort, who asked Chillari, didn't say anything, so maybe he's wearing something in special training with her.

I was going to see Reggie grow and drop off his back.

In the middle of the fire escape, still frosty and white-dyed, a small beast man (Reggie) and a giant wind dragon (Sopidias) face each other. Based on the results of earlier battles, you will not see any alarming colors on the green dragon.

"Then we will run the" Dragon Dance Rite, "the second game. - Here we go!!