We Live in Dragon’s Peak

A belligerent staring at the tip of the white sword.

"The Guardian Dragon of the Dragon Forest. A dragon slayer sword scraped from its fangs."

"If you know this, it's quick."

"You fool. You're the one I don't know. I don't think anything like that will work for me."

I guess that means all sorts of things about dragons don't work for Berigh.

But what I don't know is that Berigh does the same thing.

I drop my posture and gain strength throughout my body. [M]

"Luiseine, ask for backup."

"I'll take care of it. I won't let anyone get in your way!

Luiseine understands. This is a single hit between me and Belleague. But you might not think so around. Dragon warriors in the north who have not been persuaded. It is also possible that demons and warcraft will come in the way.

Luiseine set up a razor blade outward as a response to those who intervened in a single strike.

"When this happens, we have to leave it to Ernea. Heorona, we have our part to play."

"Nice try. Elnea, I got this place."

Jura and Heorona each rush to the battlefield.

There was still intense fighting going on around me and Belleague.

Let the numbers say something, a mixed army of demons and warcraft approaching a village in the middle belly of the Nimbren alpine. Southerners are struggling to stop it. And it is the northern warriors who interrupt it and strike.

The warriors south were pushed by numbers and momentum, and the Demonic Army had already begun to loom in front of the village.

There the flames unleashed by Revaria poured down, turning the slopes of the Nimbren alpine into hell in purgatory.

In the midst of a rough battlefield of earthly smoke and flaming tornadoes, silence existed only between me and Belleague.

Immovable Dragon King Berigh. They inherit the dragon treasure balls of the ground dragon. A well-placed attitude makes anyone feel immovable and immovable.

With both hands, he has a potentially destructive hammer and is waiting for this way out.

I kick the earth, and approach it at high speed.

Staring at each other doesn't end the fight. Then until you take the lead.

Approach the opponent as usual and wave the weapon of both hands.

Whatever my opponent is, my fight revolves around dragon sword dance. Flirting everything with maneuvers and flowing movements, until you knock it down.

Turn the white sword over the belly of the belly of the belly of the belly and flash it on the horizontal gill. The dragon-hearted white sword was, however, only played through the thick scaly surface of the belligerent.

Use the bounced momentum and now wield the wooden knife of the spirit tree from the opposite direction. Now I aimed at the scaleless eye area.

Berigh turns his gaze only to the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree. And when I moved my head as much as I needed, I scratched it with a piece of paper.

The belligerent moves to prevent my double-fire with the least amount of movement necessary. Sense signs that the tip of the hammer moves slightly. At the same time, the sense of crisis swells in an instant.

I do not hesitate to make a spatial leap and fly to Louiseine, who was showing vigilance around me in the rear. Then he took Luiseine and made another spatial leap to get further away from the belligerent.

Immediately after.

A blast pushes through the battlefield. Later, the surface rolled up and scattered around the belligerent.

Me and Luiseine lowered ourselves and dodged scattered rocks and dirt.

Rocks and earthsand bump into the multiple stretched junctions with the art of spiritual trees and dragon art. It was dispersed, and a large mass of dragon art was scattered all around it.

A muddy mass breaks through the line. More multiple barriers are erected with the leaves of the Spirit Tree, which we can manage to prevent.

……

I just have to stop.

Just one blow. Probably just a wave of two-handed hammers, this power.

After the wave of destruction has subsided. Rising up, me and Louiseine gazed with amazement at Belig, who continued to stand unchanged in the center of the blast.

The two handhammers that should have swung are positioned in the original position.

And a belligerent looking at this one.

A blow all over you. Defeat the opponent's attacks with absolute defense and defeat the opponent with only one counterattack.

There's no waste in movement, and you don't need a second blow. It is the immovable Dragon King Bereague who has fought the least.

But I put up with it.

Berigh's gaze was filled with surprise at the evasion of a full-blown counterattack and an unafraid will to prepare for the next.

"Mr. Ernea..."

In my arms, Louiseine stares at my face.

"It's okay. I can fight a belligerent."

When I smiled at Louiseine, I turned against Belleague again.

"Do you want to change that? Boy, this is Dragon King."

"Even this, because I have crossed the dead line many times"

Step by step, step by step, the earth transformed into a wasteland by the blow of a belligerent, and pack it in time.

"With all this power, you won't fight for Dragon Peak."

"I told you. I can't stop now. No, I can't stop you. The title Dragon King, my fellow Dragon Nation countrymen and Dragon Peak have gotten better. I'm not interested in this world without him."

I can't think of a word to give back to Belig.

I've never lost my loved ones, so even if I could imagine the heartache of Beligue, I wouldn't know perfectly. If you know it and say something, you're going to be scorning the Belligerent.

So, what can I do now? All I can do is take the grief, the hatred and the despair of the belligerents, all over my body.

I figured out how to fight a belligerent.

So I will no longer fight in such an unusual way that my danger is imminent in the Luiseine behind me.

With the white sword in my hand and the wooden sword of the spirit tree, I made a spatial leap.

Accelerate it all at once from the stream that was slowly packing the intermission as you walked.

He jumps in an instant until the White Sword is in between, releasing a sharp thrust. The blade tip of the white sword eats into the chest of the belligerent, a thick gap of scales. But it doesn't even reach the epidermis. There, I poured a thunderstorm into it.

A belligerent who only cramps for a moment.

Just move your gaze and stare at me.

Do you use magic as well as dragon art? That's what Berigh's eyes said.

But the lightning strikes derived from magic don't seem to work either.

Then.

Make innumerable leaves appear around you and ramble them at high speeds. Each leaf becomes a sharp blade, attacking the entire body of the belligerent. I can't give one scratch to the scorched brown scales, but my skin cuts out the sticky mouth.

Berigh perceives the dangers of rambling foliage and avoids anything approaching his face with minimal movement. Just moving his face a little. The leaves removed their aim and were bounced on the cheeks and forehead scales.

Berigh's gaze shifted from me to the rambling leaves.

My own attacks can be prevented without moving on thick scales. That kind of judgment. I'm not wrong. No matter how much more I do with dragon sword dance, my sword can't even sharpen the scales of a belligerent.

But I kept dancing dragon swords.

No matter how much they play, they will just glance at the scales, before the immovable man, without stopping his hands and body, dancing lightly.

"It's no use. Your attack won't work on me. Take my emotions and slap me in the mouth, to this extent!

A belligerent who dodges leaves looming in front of me and stares at me.

"Right. My attacks don't seem to work. [M] But I'm the Eight Dragon Kings. I wouldn't do anything to tarnish the title!

Look back with a strong will.

Instead of dragon technique, neither thunderbolt nor spiritual tree technique works. Physical spears are also prevented.

But!

I still have the skill to fight.

The leaf ramblings, the dragon sword dance, it's all just the bottom preparation.

To my unshakeable will, Beligue finally realizes the strangeness around her.

Dragon Qi spread to cover the battlefield. And a storm that swirls wildly and converges towards me in the center.

Berigh opens his eyes. And he tried to wave a two-handed hammer that stood immovably.

"I won't let you!

As I willed, many green vibrations protrude from Belleague's feet. And tangled up in the whole body of the belligerent.

"Gu...... this!

It's a wooden sword tangled in a spirit tree. and whine in my heart.

To be precise, the young trees of the spiritual trees are always amicably entwined. Xu is a different plant from a spiritual tree. But for some reason, he was reacting to my will and the spiritual tree technique.

I took the scythe away from the spiritual tree and hid it from the surface as I danced the dragon sword.

The leaf rumbling blinds me to the fact that I concealed the violin or to sneak off the storm dragon technique.

Berigh sealed in motion by the Xu. Still, he tried to wave a two-handed hammer at the mercy of his strength.

But it's too late.

Leaving the center of the storm around the belligerent, I retreat with a spatial leap.

There, drawn in by the storm, a giant rock flies in.

A rock more than twice the size of a belligerent rides a whirlpool of dragon air, fast and approaching the center of a storm.

That's not all. Countless other rocks and dust, large and small, strike Berik.

"Crouch!"

It was a belligerent that crushed the first giant rock, but gives a distressing voice to the impending attacks of rocks, stones and dust.

Though dirt sand, fly me with lumps and I'll be a fine murder weapon. The stone turns the storm into physical roughness, blunting the movement of the belligerent. And a giant rock struck the belligerent with a heavy blunt impact.

If a sharp attack doesn't work, you can switch to a dull, heavy attack.

My dragon sword dance doesn't work. But how would Mistral relate to a belligerent? When I thought about it that way. Dragon tricks don't work, but if Mistral's horrible one-handed stick, he'd grind every bereague scale, right?

Promise. Berigh was distressed by the rock's beating attack.

"Ko, this..."

Beligue stares at me. But there the rock flies in at high speed and hits his face. Lean like the belligerent's face was bounced. And overflowing groans of pain.

It's working. It's working.

If this happens, all you have to do is wait for Beligue to surrender already.

Berigh waves the hammer of counterattack. But the obstacle that gathers from all the battlefields prevents it from reaching me.

"Grrr."

"Yeah, what is this!

"Knock, knock."

Demons and warcraft caught in the dragon art of the storm are swallowed up by the storm and dancing through the universe. And then we make our way to the central belligerent and fly away.

He hits a rock on the way to being flushed, crushed and turned into a piece of meat.

Even if we hit the belligerent alive, we were to have an unbroken end in shock.

"Mr. Elnea, you're unforgiving."

I wonder if you decided that the war situation had decided. Luiseine approached me and I was bitterly laughed at.

"Yeah. 'Cause this is all I can do"

To my words, Louiseine leans her neck.

"I don't think I can take all the grief from Beligue. Well, when it comes to what I can do, I think it's just a memorial for the beloved of Belleague."

Storm momentum only stops for a moment.

At the heart of the storm, a belligerent whose entire body scales peeled off and frowned in agony, was on one knee. But my gaze turned to me without shaking.

"... is this your power?"

"Yes."

"The strength of the eight dragon kings."

"Did you know with your own hands?

A situation where there is still a storm, mixed with rocks and dirt sand in the outer perimeter, and even demons and warcraft are blown away. In the meantime, the voices of me and Beligue had somehow arrived clearly.

"My wife was defeated by you..."

"Definitely. I'll take care of it. I did everything I could to deal with him."

"... right"

Belleague blocks the eyelids from looking at me. [M]

"He was the last relative to such a strong man. Even me, a man with no hands or feet. Did the Eight Dragon Kings give you guidance?"

Berigh whining like a solitaire.

Me and Louiseine kept staring quietly at the belligerent.

Belleague's beloved was also a warrior. I just got a cursed weapon in my hand and reached an unwanted end.

I guess Belig couldn't forgive that, rather than grief.

Dragon warriors take high pride as warriors. Only those who have undergone rigorous training and survived the trials can become warriors. Yet being cursed and losing yourself and spreading your life in an unwillful battle may be an unrepentant humiliation to repent.

Berigh, of course, has the grief of losing his beloved. But more than that, I was mourning my partner, who was supposed to be at a pathetic end.

What I can do to a belligerent like that. Isn't that to tell you that your loved ones were at a fine end as warriors?

Beligue's loved ones were not weak. We have to fight to the death with the opponent that Berigh himself admitted strength, and prove that he is dead.

I have to tell Berigh that anyone who was cursed and died dishonorably was actually brave as a warrior to the end.

This is the only atonement I can make. I thought it was for just one flower and a memorial to the deceased warrior.

"He died a warrior."

As for warriors, they say they want to die on the battlefield. Maybe that's what Beligh's loved ones were like.

"... when he was cursed. I couldn't do anything."

After a long silence, Belig opened his eyes, letting go of both handhammers and staring at both hands.

"The truth is, I should have given you the guidance. I should have sent you with this before I died in disgrace. But I couldn't. I couldn't get hold of him. What a weak heart. I'm ready for pity. Am I the Dragon King? Don't be stupid. I am not a dragon king or a proud dragon warrior. Pity coward."

"No, I'm not. You are a fine dragon king."

I reply to Berigh's mourning.

"Neither can I. I will never have my family in my hands. If I lose it, I will surely grieve to the bottom. But that's normal as a person, right?

You are a proud warrior, so do not grieve at the death within you. I'm the Dragon King, so no matter what, I have to move for Dragon Peak and the Dragon Nation. I don't think so. You can grieve when you're sad and plug it in when it's hard.

"I think your grief and mourning are right. But that's why I want you to look forward."

I walk over to the belligerent and reach out.

"Many dragon and dragon tribes are now experiencing the same grief as you. It's all because of the Demons and Alta. Can you treat your child or the person left behind in the same way? More grief than that? If you don't like it, take my hand. And let's sink in the uproar of Dragon Peak together and all mourn the dead."

A belligerent staring at the hand he offered.

"But I'm already..."

"Oh, he's really stubborn!

You're already shaking your heart. Throughout the battle with me, you're supposed to be finding out what to do next. You're worried about your sins now.

I took Belleague's hand and pushed him up. [M]

"You stubborn man! Sometimes be honest with your heart."

"No, I think the result of being too honest was a rampage earlier..."

"When you say it, it was..."

I finally got a smile on my face and Belik's in a crappy conversation.