We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Breaking through a storm blowing over the sky, two series of stars shining in silver fall.

A pitch-black one-handed stick gripped in Mistral's right hand pulls a golden tail.

A pair of silver stars combined with a blow of gold fell to Alta.

Alta takes it with a two-handed dragon feng sword.

"Guru."

The scaffolding sinks deep. Unable to withstand the heavy pressure from the top, the bones stick out of Orta's arms, the flesh bounces, and the blood splash rises. But still, Orta was cut off by Mistral's moves.

And both arms that show immediate regeneration.

Mistral flew into the sky again as he was forced to shake off the stiffness that would come shortly after the move.

With recovered arms while watching, Orta waves the Dragon Feng Sword. But it wasn't against the overhead mistral.

Zan's fist, fast and approaching as he crawled low on the ground, is released enclosing a silver flame.

Zan scratches a large wave of Dragon Feng sword and enters the Orta's pocket. A blow all over his body hits Alta's abdomen.

Play the black leather armor on your abdomen and make a deep decision on your abdomen. A silver flame rises from the wound and burns the whole body of the alter.

Alta overlooks Zan in her nostalgia, wrapped in flames.

Zan is attacked by the feeling of his spine freezing in Alta's gaze as if he had not felt the pain of losing half of his abdomen or the pain of being burned by the flames.

Alta waves down the Dragon Feng Sword.

Zan plays the belly of his approaching sword with his elbow from the right. Another swing approaching from the reverse was done with a low, disoriented attitude.

"Zan!"

To Mistral's voice, Zan flew backwards aggressively, remaining in a collapsed position.

I can't make it. To a thick object approaching from the corner of my sight, Zan pounding my tongue.

Alta's tail stretched and was struck hard by Zan's upper body.

Distorted expression in agony, Zan blows away.

Mistral unleashes a dragon spear on Alta, who also tries to stab him in the chase and stop.

Alta emits a golden ray from the Dragon Feng Sword, shooting down all the dragon spears released by Mistral.

In the meantime, Mistral retreated holding Zan.

"Sorry. I screwed up"

"Don't push me"

Did they hit you in the gut, Zan spitting bubbly blood?

Is it time for the limit? Mistral stares at the anterior alter as the wound received from Zan regenerates.

No matter how much you attack or consume dragon air, Alta recovers infinitely. I'm going to remember the illusion that I may have really become immortal.

I can't afford to do anything to make Alta consume power. But the more we fight, the more this one wears off.

And when exhaustion begins to accumulate, concentration begins to run out. If you were a regular Zan, you would have read through and fought back about your current attack.

So much for our role?

I took over from Ernea and haven't fought in half a day. Even Princess Dragon's self, this is the limit. The other dragon kings might have a little shorter fighting duration.

How much time do I have to deal with Alta? How many days can you stand it off? As it is, Ernea and his turn should come around again soon.

The depleted spirit just gave me a little cowardice.

"Mistral, Zan. Leave it to us next time."

"Step back and make your recovery"

It was Cestalinis, the dragon king of the giant body, and Wall, the young dragon king, who emerged from the back of the dragon peak forest strewn with massive stray spiritual art.

Dark dragon air overflows from both hand axes erected by Cesta Linice.

As Wall waves the hands of those who do not have swords, countless water balls appear around him. Reacting to Wall's will, a block frozen in the shape of a jaw was released to Alta.

"You're next!

Alta is frustrated that the Zans, who should have hunted them down, are retreating and that a novice has appeared.

Alta's back. Wings bent by distortion fall out. Then the wings turned into creepy winged dragons, and received the impending ice clouds. The winged dragon and the winged dragon are offset. From Orta's back, however, the same winged dragons began to be summoned one after the other.

"You're a hassle!

"I'll take care of the evil dragon summons. Cesta Linice needs an alter!

"Whoa."

Wal and Sestalinis nodded at each other, rushing to do their part.

When Mistral looked at it, he lent Zan his shoulder and tried to put the battlefield behind him.

Let him go.

Alta releases the breath-like rays of dragons into Mistral and Zan trying to disappear.

"I won't let you."

Lily, who is plummeting, extinguishes the light with her breath of darkness.

"I am now. Dear Revaria, please do it!

"It's troublesome, like a long battle. I'll bury you here!

He growls at Lyla's instructions and Revaria greets Alta with a purgatory flame.

Both hand axes of Sestalinis were waved down in an altera wrapped in red lotus flames. Alta's upper body, which is heavily torn from her shoulder. But around the bottom of his chest, the axe blade stops pushing.

They can stop the blow of a two-handed axe that crushes and breaks anything, and Cesta Linice flashes her face.

Work hard to pull out both hand axes half buried in Orta's body. But I won't let both hand axes be slight. On the contrary, Orta began to play with an axe blade embedded in her body. The flames that covered his entire body also disappear.

"This monster."

Cesta Linice kicks Alta backwards with all her might, keeping a strong grip on her two-handed axe grip. With the power to blow and pull out, both hand axes finally fell out of Orta's body.

"The monster... it's you!

Alta's eyes emit a light of hatred.

"I hate the cursed blood of this dragon tribe. inferior the incompetent blood of the people!

From Alta's feet, a dragon gushes with evil signs. And it stains Alta's wound.

Alta's skin regenerates to a darker color and black armor is regenerated.

"Materialization..."

Sestalinis sweats nasty all over her body at the phenomenon of dragon qi that she has never seen or heard of.

The black leather armor that Alta is wearing is clearly cursed. So I thought it was something I received from the Demons.

But it wasn't.

It was a terrible object that elaborated and formed dragon qi. That's not just black leather armor. Materialized with dragon art, it's a dragon-like armor.

"What a pain in the ass he is"

"Still, we have to defeat Alta."

Wall, who defeated all of Alta's summoned Evil Dragons, lines up next to Cesta Linice.

"I know. I want to give Ernea a peaceful Dragon Peak and a smiling Mistral."

"Heh heh. Even if Sestalinis doesn't rub his mind, he'll get what he wants himself."

"Different."

Sestalinice and Wall, who did it and smiled, kicked the earth again and approached Alta.

Wall from the right. From the left, Cesta Linice advances with both hand axes.

Both legs of the dragonized Sesta Linice hold onto the earth. And both hand axes that are swung down. Again, he wraps his dark dragon temper around him and slaps him over the head of Alta.

Alta put up his right-hand dragon Feng sword and took a heavy blow from Sestalinis.

From the Dragon Feng Sword, which should have gone to receive, a golden claw is born. And eat into the shoulder of Cesta Linice.

"Whoa, that's a similar idea!

The dark dragon chi, which had both hand axes wrapped around it, had turned into a sharp jaw (and afterwards) and bit into Alta's right arm.

It seemed like a match, but there was a difference between Orta and Sestalinis. The back and shoulders of Cesta Linice are sharply stabbed with golden nails. But the jaw of darkness that bit Alta's arm hadn't eaten and torn through the strong leather armor.

There, Wal is slaughtered a moment late.

Alta waves the Dragon Feng Sword on her left arm, the opposite of her right arm, which bit and did not leave and was deprived of her freedom in the jaw of darkness.

Accelerated at a terrible rate, Dragon Feng Sword crushes Wall's wielded single-handed sword with dismay. And without weakening momentum, he double-crossed Wall into one letter.

"Huh!?

It was Alta who opened his eyes in amazement.

The figure of Wall, who should have broken both ways, disappears into Kasumi.

"I'll have my right arm!

Alta confused by the illusion of water. Sestalinice's fast-paced attack is to take Alta's consciousness away from the technique that Wall tried to activate.

The real aim is the right arm, where Cestalinis is sealing his movements with the jaw of darkness.

Wall represents the entity behind Alta and waves his sword down. A blade of high water pressure cuts off Alta's right arm. Immediately after, the blade and the water splash scattered around it freeze, closing the alter in the ice.

Shiatsu, and still crush the ice, moving alter.

"Can't you even stop moving"

Wall makes me pull my face.

But for Cestalinis and Wall, it was a shame that Alta stopped even for a moment.

Cestalinis grabs the cut off Alta's arm.

And throw each swinging dragon Feng sword held back.

Every one, and the tip of Alta's right arm that falls to the ground, and the Dragon Feng Sword.

Ahead, the twin princesses were waiting.

"That's disgusting."

"But I did get the first wave of the Dragon Feng Sword."

Nina strips the right arm of Alta from the Dragon Feng Sword, which is likely to start regenerating now. When Yufiria receives her arm from Nina, she lets herself grasp the jewel of a spiritual tree shining in seven colors in her palms and throws it back to Alta.

"Whoa, we're here, too!

"Wow. It's terrible."

Cestalinis and Wall panic and dodge everything they can.

Behind the deep woods of Dragon Peak, a huge explosion broke out with the flash of light. Booms and sounds dominate the space and a blast strikes late.

Cestalinis protects the twin princesses from the blast and gets stuck. Wall put the line on everyone.

"Kai... let..."

Shockwaves pass and the earth shakes and collapses subside. Soil smoke blows.

"It's... it's mine!

From the earthly smoke produced by Ernea and scratched by the storm maintained by Garshark, Orta nevertheless appeared.

He loses his right arm, half of his face blows up, and his torso and legs are numb with heat.

To his creepy appearance, Ufiria and Nina scream. But in Nina's arms, a wave of Dragon Feng Sword was firmly embraced.

"For you who have no dragon treasure balls or dragon qi, that is unnecessary. Give it back, or I'll kill you without making you suffer."

Grunts, and grows from where his right arm was cut off.

"If you won't miss it, I won't give it back"

"If you miss it, I'll never give it back"

Yufiria and Nina embrace each other and defend the Dragon Feng Sword.

"Hold on tight, ladies."

"I'll make sure we protect you."

Cesta Linice and Wall lay down their weapons.

"Miscellaneous fish...... don't get on with it!!

Alta growled.

From the inside of the alter, the dragon air swells more than ever.

The epidermis, which was irritated by heat, peeled off. Lost meat regenerates immediately. In addition, your legs and arms muscle up.

And the torso continued to grow from his back.

"It can't be..."

"Even the Dragon Nation, so far..."

Cesta Linice and Wall breathe.

The torso has grown around the corner, but it fastens the orta prototype.

But the lower body.

From the waist down, it had changed to the same as the torso of a four-legged ground dragon or a winged dragon.

Two golden, twisted horns and sharp claws of hands and feet. And eyes. A pitch-black upper body that exudes disastrousness and distorted wings. And the lower body that got the dragon's torso also had an unlimited burnt brown color close to black.

Alta growls again.

The total attack of the dragon tribes looming from the sky was fogged by invisible barriers.

"I will destroy you... you who take everything from me. Dragon Peak!

Alta's roar echoed the deep woods of Dragon Peak.