We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Elnea, you don't mind if we go first."

To Slutton's words, Listeir tilts her neck.

"I regret it, but we can't keep up with your speed. You're in a hurry, right? Then get ahead of us."

"Yeah. Thanks"

To Slutton's care, I snort.

Not if you're happy to reunite with Listeir or Celeste.

It's not too late to share the joy after this commotion, is it?

"Oh, and. Take the demons there."

The direction Slutton points to. There, Luilara was situated in the absence of a location.

"I knew you were terrible, Elnea."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"... that you're a demon tribe?

The angle of Listeer's neck is deeper when she doesn't understand the situation.

"Oh, I'll explain. Anyway, you go fast."

"Thank you, Slutton. Get along with Duranell!

"Let it go, leave it alone!

'Big favor!

With Slutton and Duranell screaming on my back, I made a spatial leap north.

I could only hear for a moment the surprise given by Master Celice, who was behind a distance in an instant.

Make a continuous spatial leap with all your might.

A landscape that shifts into finesse.

He ran through the streets of the north as he defeated the occasional appearing Necromancer.

Cloudy weather, which is likely to rain, is covering up over Wang Du.

The Flying Dragon Knights continue to fly around between thick gray clouds and the roof of low houses, attacking the Necromancers scattered throughout the Wang capital.

But we're overwhelmingly short on numbers.

Wide king's capital. There's no way I can make up for all of that with just a dozen Flying Dragon Knights.

Wang Capital's defensive forces are concentrated in the north.

Usually in preparation for flying dragons. And now, against the demonic army led by Yang, the Great Evil Ghost, about to loom from the north of Feilong's hunting grounds.

The Flying Dragon Knights alone can't protect the entire Wang capital. Of course, just me and Listeer aren't strong enough.

That's why I want defensive combat in the north.

An army of Necromancers appeared in front of me using the space leap to advance to the northern fort.

Dozens or more. Find a Necromancer army heading north in an unprecedented group and set up a weapon.

The Necromancer leaps through a net-eyed settlement and pops out to an open place where the fort can be seen.

I approached from behind and tried to attack the Necromancers. And stop your legs.

The whisper rose.

Just inside the north fort. The Royal Army was waiting for a spot dotted with squares, decaying buildings and vacant land.

"Assault!!

Signal an ambitious cry, soldiers storm the Necromancer Army.

The Necromancer army also advances towards the forward Royal Army.

Inside the northern fort, fighting began between the Royal Army and the Necromancer Army.

Anger flies, steel hits each other sounds.

I was stopping. Move my legs again and move on to the battlefield.

The excitement of the soldiers, the resentment of the Necromancer, mixes and swallows them up in a different atmosphere they have never felt before.

I jump in time for the Necromancer and flash my white sword.

Knight armor, shields, and steel swords make no sense to the White Sword, which has regained its slashing flavor.

Double-cut with one knife and let spiritual tree leaves unfold around you. A sharp leaf rumbles and slashes and engraves the Necromancer.

Multiple leaves protect the lives of soldiers who were attacked nearby.

Wave the white sword and defeat the Necromancers.

But I know how to fight alone. [M]

With the power of the white sword and the leaves of the Spirit Tree, the surrounding Necromancer is defeated. But elsewhere, it was a battle close to misery.

Nonetheless, the Necromancers are Demons. In contrast, even bravely, the Royal Army is a people.

The Royal Army, which should have stormed with an overwhelming difference in force.

But he was overwhelmed by the Necromancers and instantly turned to a disadvantage.

Furthermore, unfortunate things happen to the Royal Army.

Soldiers killed by the Necromancer have now been resurrected and attacked by the dead.

"Evacuate! Evacuate the fort once!

By order of the captain, the soldiers head to the gates of the fort and retreat. But from behind it, the Necromancer is imminent.

He advances his feet to cover as he defeats the surrounding Necromancer. But the Necromancer won't allow it.

One soldier after another falls, even while I'm stuck.

It's been a riot in front of the fort, and I can't use dragon spear-like dragon spears on a large scale.

I get a feeling of impatience.

We have to do something.

The more I think so, the faster the sword increases. But I can't get my legs on.

Riding through the gates of the fort, the soldiers who were helped scream and flee to the back of the fort.

Behind them, however, are soldiers who struggle to keep the Necromancer out of the fort and lose their lives.

Before the power of the overwhelming demonic tribe, man has no way of becoming.

When the Dragons and Dragons were relative to the Demons at Dragon Peak, this one was overwhelming and the Demons were not enemies.

But this is the difference in power between people and demons.

In front of the Demons, people are powerless.

Ravaged by the Necromancers, the soldiers of the kingdom fall. And the fallen soldier, as a dead man, became an enemy of the people.

Rip, and twist your teeth.

No matter how powerful I am, there is little I can do to protect you.

Distance within reach. Only to the extent that we can turn our consciousness, can we put our hands up.

No matter how extreme the slashing taste of the white sword, the art of spiritual trees or dragon art, I can't save anything out of sight or in a place I can't sense.

I understand you can't do everything you want.

But still.

I want to save, I want to grasp in this hand one or more things that I want to protect.

So, I hope.

And I want.

Somebody protect something I can't protect by myself. I want you to save me with me.

Did my will arrive? [M]

A Necromancer, looming until before the gates of the fort, literally danced in the sky.

It blows up and vanishes like it was bounced on something.

A knight without a heavy neck dances like a wooden end, and a Necromancer with a large shield flies into fine dust with every shield.

I was surprised and stopped.

Soldiers who were struggling in front of the fort gate were also stunned and stopped moving.

"Oh, boy, I didn't know you were going to fight demons again at this age."

To a familiar voice, I shrug away the surrounding necromancers and make a spatial leap without hesitation.

And he leapt forward to one old man.

"Ernea."

An old gray-haired man with a beautiful silver song knife smiles gently at me.

"Hello, Jildo"

I smile too.

"I felt your dragon temper. Let's get a machete."

"Thank you!

Scream to the soldiers who open their eyes around them to evacuate to the fort. And me and Mr. Zildo set up all our weapons.

"All soldiers, evacuate to the fort!

I feel a voice behind my back like I've heard it somewhere.

But me and Mr. Zildo went backwards on a wave of evacuating soldiers and advanced to the Necromancer Army.

"Whoa, whoa, I ran for backup."

"We will help you with the scalpel!

In front of us then. In other words, a dragon roar echoed behind the Necromancer army, and a tornado of flames broke out.

And the phoenix shaped by flames dances gracefully.

"Listeners."

"Ho ho, brave man"

Listeners arriving late attack the Necromancers from behind.

Me and Mr. Zildo aligned their sword tips and were slashed by the Necromancer from the front.

Wow, the soldiers cheer from behind and above the fort.

Soldiers were enlivened by the advent of the brave, not by us unidentified.

"Oh, boy. Brave men are very popular."

"Well, you're one of the most popular people in the kingdom."

Listea spreading the flames with the cheers of the soldiers all around her. Slutton is also down from Duranell, waving a great sword.

Duranell sweeps down the impending Necromancer without attacking Slutton from behind.

And it is Master Celice who is blowing the Necromancer no less than Mr. Zildo.

A frenzied warrior of the blown dead hits the wall of the fort far away. The Mad Warrior of the Dead was not the momentum he bumped into, but was crushed to pieces by the pressure of Dear Celice's blow.

"Oh, horrible..."

I realized the true horror of Celice this day. [M]

"Look, Ernea. Your hands are stopped. Work like a dragon king."

"Yes."

He was apparently stunned by Dear Celice's horrible blow.

Move the body that was stopped and slash down the Necromancer.

While we were attracting the Necromancers, the surviving soldiers took refuge inside the fort.

"Come on, it's that the intruders are gone. Let's sweep away the Demons."

Mr. Zildo puts a song knife on his shoulder and laughs invincibly.

I felt a sharp dragon gush coming from the depths of Mr. Jildo.

Mr. Zildo shines his eyes sharply and raises his left hand high without a song knife. And I screamed.

"Disturb, dragon spear disturbance!

"I wonder if those two annoying techniques are caused by Mr. Zildo!!

When I realized it, I was screaming too.

... Speaking of which, the twin princesses, long ago, begged Mr. Zildo to teach them, didn't they?

The real user of indiscriminate dragon art was actually Mr. Zildo.

What shallow thoughts had disappeared in the next moment.

A dragon spear is a dragon air spear itself made to resemble a dragon figure. The tip of the mouth is a sharp blade and the tail is a long patterned part. The torso and wings fall on the scabbard.

Countless dragon spears produced by Mr. Zildo.

Its dragon spear wings flap and fly at a terrible rate in the wake of the Necromancer.

The dragon spear that pierces the Necromancer does not detonate or extinguish, but wings at the next prey. And then we slit the air and fly.

Exactly, the dragon spear was rambling.

One after the other, he stabs through the dead spirit and buries them away.

Not dragon spears that are unleashed indiscriminately in all directions, like twin princesses. He showed a move as if there was a will in every single one, instantly wiping out the Necromancer army.

This is the top eight dragon kings. Three hundred years ago, he was the true strength of Zildo, a legendary figure who fought the King of Decaying Dragons with his twin Founding Kings and Old Sleighsta, Yugra-sama and Dragon and Dragon tribes.

I was impressed and enthralled.

But Mr. Zildo stares at the place where the Necromancer army was supposed to have been wiped out by dragon spear ramblings.

From a sharp glance, no force has been lost.

And wave down the left hand you were shaking up.

The myriad dragon spears that were rambling converge towards a certain point and strike.

Blasting dragon spears.

Severe shockwaves and explosions rocked the northern fort.

"Ha!

Mr. Zildo kicks the ground.

Raise a splash of dirt and let your body dance to where the dragon spear rampage landed.

Shortly afterwards, a sharp metal noise rang from the blast site.

And the sharp dragon air and incalculable magic emanating from the explosion blow up the surrounding earthen smoke in an instant.

"Ahhh!!

Look at the explosion, screaming at me.

Because.

The person against whom Mr. Zildo pointed his sword. It was the Ruirala of the Demon Clan.

... Oh, I forgot to explain it to Mr. Zildo.

Or you didn't have time to explain, did you?

Yeah. I'm sure I'm not bad.

Even while you're excusing yourself, the two of you are impatient.

"Nice, nice. I didn't know so many people were lurking in the land of the people."

"I look like a demon tribe that doesn't exist. But be prepared."

Mr. Zildo and Luirala scattering sparks.

Mr. Zildo drops his hips all the way down and tries to jump Luirala. To go with it, Luilara puts the center of gravity in front of it.

moment. Mr. Zildo receives the power of Luirala in a flowing motion and moves to the side.

Luirala, who was moving his center of gravity forward, breaks down his posture.

Mr. Zildo's song knife flows smoothly.

Luilara waves the Devil's Sword, remaining in a collapsed position.

"Huh!"

"... Huh?

But the two swords never crossed.

It was I who slipped my body into the gap between the two of them.

Receive Luirala's Devil's Sword with a white sword and pay Mr. Zildo's song knife with a wooden knife from a spirit tree.

"Ernea?"

Mr. Zildo turns his surprise gaze to me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zildo. This demon clan is on our side."

Round your eyes, Mr. Zildo.

And laughed happily.

"Right. Have you finally drawn to the Demon Clan?"

Mr. Zildo laughs as he strokes his jawbeard.

"I'm sorry about Luilara, too. So will you draw your sword?

Luilala, looking at Mr. Zildo with her impatient eyes, turns her gaze to me.

For the time being.

"You have no choice. It's your only wish. Let's say we leave here. But instead, we're gonna have another fight, right?

"Yeah. I promise."

In my words, Luilala, who holds the Devil's Sword in his sheath.

Hmm. Relieved.

No way, it wasn't from Luirala, it was a blind spot for someone to storm Luirala.

Let's be careful from now on.

Mr. Zildo convinced me just by my earlier words that he was still laughing as he sheathed the silver song knife.

And.

A little further away, the Listeers were making their faces pull and laugh.

"What, those two cod..."

"Demons... Ernea, you know Demons..."

"Damn. I know who the devil is, but who is he?"

"Stupid...... Is there such a man in the Dragon Nation"

The line of brave men cheering from the northern fort was stunned by the signs of a difference in digits between Mr. Zildo and Luirala.