We Live in Dragon’s Peak

A rainbow sword with a strong red flavour in Goldba's hand shook the air and roared eerily. Innumerable purple misty spirits emerge that curse and suffer. When Goldba waved his sword, it flew all the way over here.

"Ernea, back off!

I feel a bottomless creep, holding Priscia and retreating.

Listeir wrapped a flame around the holy sword, flashing it. Holy flames build walls and prevent chunks of resentful spirits.

I let go of Priscia at that moment and make a spatial leap towards Goldba. And dived into the nostalgia at once.

I feel dangerous when I keep my distance. Besides, Goldba is not as strong in melee. Think so and be fleshy, waving the white sword.

But Goldba has taken my blow firmly with the other shield. Or even more so, bounce back the white sword.

Step back to unexpected force push. But dragon sword dance doesn't stop to that extent. Go on and wave the wooden sword of the spirit tree, giving Goldba no room to fight back.

Listeir's getting meaty, too. With a holy sword wrapped in flames, it is slashed by Goldba.

Goldba prevented the Listeir blow with his sword, and the Spirit Tree wooden knife blow was taken with a shield. But neither me nor Listeer, the sword in their hands is the only means of attack.

The leaves of the Spirit Tree are disturbed and danced.

Slash and engrave Goldba with the technique of a spirit tree manipulated by the independent will of the fusing Ares. Next, the flames of Listeir wield fierceness. The flames whirled and inflamed Goldba's entire body to lick.

Listea's flames are harmless to me, and no heat waves are coming through. The flame that touched my skin passed gently, pointing its fierce fire at Goldba alone as if I had willed.

The leaves of the Spirit Tree also recognize Listeir, nothing like chopping and carving him.

Nor does the flame burn the leaves of the Spirit Tree.

Listeer and I were able to work together well without crushing each other's moves.

Wrapped in flames, chopped and engraved in the leaves of the Spirit Tree. Goldba caught her lips and laughed.

"Kuha. Pleasant. What is the prohibition like? It's not working. It's not working!

Exactly. Goldba has fought back without stuffing himself with pain, burning his entire body.

Goldba waves his sword uncrafted. Then a grudge erupted, and he was scattered all around him.

Listeir once distances and purifies the grudging spirit with the flame of purification. I retreated with a spatial leap, too, to the side of Priscia.

Priscia and Niemia were kept safe thanks to Listeer's ability to get around the defense and manage to hold back the grudge spirits.

But you can't let Priscia stay here like this. That grudge move is troublesome. Other than the flame of Listeir, I don't think I want to touch it.

"Priscia."

"Mm-hmm. Copy that. I'll take care of it!

"What, no... you know what!

Why are you willing to fight!

Priscia made a fist grip with both hands and has looked up to me well.

"Elnea, it's dangerous to leave that kid here. Stand back."

"That's right. It's very dangerous, isn't it!

I'm sure the crisis that Listaire and I are having right now must be something else.

"Niemia, stay back with you, Priscia."

"No. It's better to have Priscia."

"Duh, what do you mean?

Priscia is still young. If I were you, I shouldn't have brought you in the middle of this battlefield.

Even though Niemia is protecting me, neither me nor Listeer are easy opponents enough to fight with Priscia behind their back.

"Elnea, hurry up"

Every time Goldba waves his sword, a grudging spirit is summoned to attack him. Listea was giving us time to purify the spirits. [M]

"Priscia, Neemia. Seriously, listen to me now!

"You know what? Priscia."

But Priscia looks up to me with her absolute eyes. Neemia has no sign of making a huge one either.

"Kuhaha. Come on, the real horror of the ban is coming."

The reddish rainbow sword and shield in Goldba's hands adds radiance. Goldova herself was wrapped in a red and black glow and began to show unusual signs.

Negative black seas beyond temper begin to spread around the foot of Goldba.

"Phoenix!

Listeer screams. Then the phoenix of flames appeared, making a ringing noise.

Listeer and phoenix merge.

Listeners wrapped around flaming armor shine bright red.

Now a holy paradise of flames was born, with a focus on Listeir. Grass flowers shaped by flames. Burning trees. A world of bright red spreads, surrounding Listeir and us.

The negative sea created by Goldba and the flaming paradise of Listeir collide and erode each other.

"How long can it hold up?

Goldba laughs.

The blacker negative sea began to show its spread elsewhere than in Paradise of Fire. It melts the walls created by the earth spirits and spreads to the battlefield.

A necromancer screamed when he touched a negative ocean that creeped under his feet. It's not just the Necromancer. Even the soldiers of the Royal Army begin to scream.

And it melted in turn from his feet, swallowed up by the negative ocean.

Fighting us.

"Eat your soul infinitely, eat your flesh. Once activated, no one can stop you until you turn a neighborhood into a world of death. The only one who can live in this world of death is the one who directs death!

Negative oceans emit blue-purple steam as they swallow the Necromancers and the soldiers. The steam rose and spread into the sky.

Flying dragons from the Flying Dragon Knights, who were struggling over it, inhaled the steam. Then Fei Long screamed in agony and fell head-on into the negative sea.

The dragon and dragon warriors who watched it rush to begin evacuation.

The Royal Army began to retreat so as to escape the negative sea even on the ground. But the Necromancer doesn't mind, it dissolves in the negative sea.

I'm eating it.

Goldba has eaten and absorbed the Necromancer, which he continued to produce until earlier, this time vice versa.

"Didn't you guys make a mistake? Non is a Necromancer. But I wasn't producing the Necromancer out of nothing. Those who seem to exist and do not exist, close to the Spirit when it comes to grievances and ghosts. He helped make his presence visible in the world, tying it up and serving it. All in order to create a ban. Make it manifest, eat it, and become a force. And produced it. Forbid this death!

I was making a mistake.

Necromancers of the Necromancer City. I didn't live there. They were kept like livestock. It made it look like it was subpoenaing a whole city of residents, and it actually kept eating them little by little.

Summon them when they eat, and summon them again when they eat. That's how you kept building up your powers a little bit.

Goldba said. To escape the witch's eyes.

Maybe I started on a small scale. But then, over the years, Goldba gained enough power to summon the entire city's inhabitants and tens of thousands of Necromancers.

And now, Goldba is willing to complete the ban and eat the Necromancers and the people for the last meal.

"With this knowledge and curse received from His Majesty the Demon King, Noun creates here a new world of death and fear"

It takes a long time, and Goldba laughs with a big mouth open and heartfelt joy.

I feel the resentment of the dead spirits sucked up by the negative sea and the lives of the soldiers being sucked up by Goldba.

It is sucked up, placed into magic, and overflows from the whole body of Goldoba like steam. The magic overflowing with tremendous momentum rose to heaven, creating a dark sun in the sky.

"Mm-hmm. I don't want this. What are you doing?"

Old Sleighsta moved far away.

Turn to the dark sun and let out a pitch-black breath. Breath that swallowed the dark sun in an instant. But the dark sun wasn't gone even after Old Sleighsta vomited out his breath.

"Just magic. And I feel so much of a curse on my life... that it would be foolish to lift the ban."

Gugu, and far away, I heard Old Sleighsta honking his throat.

"Everyone, retreat from this scene. In some cases, I'm gonna crush this whole no-go thing."

What exactly is Prohibition? I don't know about that, but I recognize that it's something you have to feel the rugged atmosphere of old Sleighsta.

When Old Sleighsta roared, the dragon and dragon warriors who were scattered on the battlefield and fighting began to evacuate simultaneously. Mr. Ashel and Lily, as well as Old Sleighsta himself, go up into the sky.

"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm."

I forgot that Priscia existed on the battlefield, which began to accelerate at once. But Priscia grabbed the hem of my clothes and was desperately trying to sue me for something.

"Look, little girl. Opportunities are unique. Daughter of Ashel, take Elnea and the children there and evacuate the failed fold. Otherwise, I'll wipe out all around you."

"Hey, Grandpa. Are you going to involve my daughter!?

"Keep your mouth shut if you don't know the horrors of the ban!

Rarely did old Sleighsta bark. Mr. Ashel seemed surprised, too, and trembled terribly.

Old Sleighsta is in enough danger to expose his vigilance. But there, for some reason, Priscia's one-time activities were allowed.

What do you mean?

"You know what? Priscia was entrusted to her grandmother."

"Yeah, what?

I finally face Priscia right. [M]

Listeer maintains the paradise of fire and is working hard for me. But I won't keep it that long. Listeer's not supposed to feel the heat either so we don't feel the heat wave in paradise, but she's sweating like a waterfall.

But Listea was doing everything she could to make time for us, too, because she thought that Priscia had some kind of trump card.

"Priscia does. I taught Grandma. The demon king is coming. Then I said we need everyone's help to fight the Demon King."

Priscia speaking in awkward terms desperately. I broke my knee and carefully listened to what she was about to say to Priscia.

"Priscia asked for it. Everybody help me. Priscia makes a good girl, so she asked her brother to help her. I prayed in the moss square with my grandfather and my aunt."

To protect the dragon forest, Priscia was supposed to go to Yuri, the great elder, wasn't she? But somehow he showed up on Sleighsta's old nose tip.

Priscia was doing everything she could.

And what were you asking for? Who is everyone?

I don't have to tell you.

And I was missing one thing.

He said he had trained because of it in a sacred place under the knees of a spiritual tree, but his eyes were all over the commotion in front of him, and he forgot.

Clear your ears. Clear your mind.

Then we felt a lot of voices surrounded.

"It's all yours."

"I'll help you."

"For Priscia's Wish"

"For what Priscia wants to protect"

"We're here."

"We'll always be on our side."

Those who do not seem to be here. Those who exist but cannot recognize their existence.

Me and Priscia were filled with many spirits.

"I'm sorry, Priscia. You brought everyone to me."

"Yeah! Guys, you asked for Priscia's favor!

You were so happy that I recognized you, Priscia had a full smile. And take something out of the nostalgia.

It was a small branch. At the tip of a thin branch, a single leaf attached cutely.

I knew right away. Spirit tree branches.

Priscia waves her branches well.

"It's not. Hey, it's not. Everybody's not cooperating."

Pretty Priscia's voice sounded gently on the pressing battlefield.

"This is..."

Listeir clogged her voice at the sight that spread around her.

"Kuck. Whatever you do, it's too late. Nobody can stop you from banning me anymore."

Goldba barked.

The world glowed.

On earth, as always, the negative sea showed its spread, and above it the dark sun was about to swallow all of the light.

The only thing that shined bright red was the Paradise of Holy Flames created by Listeir.

There, an infinite glow descends.

Grains of light coloring 10,000 colors. The glittering and instantly willing light dances to the branches of the spirit tree that Priscia shakes.

Deep inside me, Ares feels signs of a boiling heart. At the same time, countless grains of light began to contour. Being a bird or a beast. who make a fantastic appearance. who become the figure of man. People go from children to adults.

Change your figure and inflate your existence in this world.

'Come on, my daughters. Sons. Show the dragons and those to love our work in the Dragon Forest.'

A woman with an atmosphere similar to that of an adult Mr. Ares releases a majestic will.

Wow, the infinite spirits that manifested themselves began to move.

'Boy, dance. The dance of the other shakes the hearts of the concubines. My daughters. Encourage and empower your sons. "

What I should do. That's a dragon sword dance, after all.

Not for the fight. For the spirits, for the dead, I begin to dance dragon swords.

Be polite. Be strict. Beautiful. Graceful.

How to move sword tips, toes, and gaze. Carefully attentive to everything, he dances dragon sword dance in a flaming paradise created by Listeir.

"Guru, you guys!

Goldba screams. Explode more magic, spreading the negative ocean and pouring power into the dark sun.

But the spirits began to show their lead.

"Leave the negative to us in darkness."

The Spirit of Black Light absorbs evil power from the negative sea.

"Purification Is Our Duty"

White and golden spirits cleanse the black negative sea.

"You wash it away."

The Spirit of Water summons large quantities of water and swallows every negative sea.

"Let's dry the land of uncleanness"

"Let the flowers bloom, the beginning of life"

"Grow a Forest that Grows Rich Life"

"Lead a new breeze and pay off the starch of the air"

The Spirit of the earth pushes water away. Large quantities of water flow into the deep tundra made by Old Sleighsta, creating huge lakes. Grasshopper spirits give birth to nature on the earth that draws water. The Spirit of the Wind carries the breeze, paying off the turbid steam of blue-purple.

'Come on, flaming incarnation. Play with us. "

The Spirits of Fire gathered around the Listener.

Listea rounds her eyes at the increased firepower and the increased power of the Flaming Paradise.

"Listea, burn everything down with flames!

"What!? What's this all about?

"The flames are needed to end everything and produce a new life!

Interpret to Listener who can't hear the Spirit.

"Then burn Goldba and the dark sun too!

Listaire gave me an unbrave, evil grin on my instructions.

"If that's the case, leave it to me. I'll bust your brains out!

The flame that wraps the listeer increases in intensity. The holy sword stains bright red, and the paradise of flames increases and expands.

"It's rising. Ew!

Listaire, what a roar of temper...

Regardless of the cry, the Listeir, who became the incarnation of the flame, waves the Holy Sword vigorously.

The flaming blow of purification is rampant.

"Ugh!"

A high purity flame struck Goldba directly and burned up. The whirlwinding and fierce flames burn to the dark sun that was massive over Goldba's head.

That didn't stop Listeer's flaming ramblings.

Outside paradise. The flames also fly and burn up the grass trees in nature at the beginning of the tentative period created by the Spirits.

"To the reproduction of the beginning and the end. If the grass burns and becomes ash, it will feed your next life."

Yeah. And I nod to Niemia and dance dragon sword dance.

As I dance, a dragon pulse springs up from the depths of the earth.

Stormy dragon art tells of the presence of Mistrals and everyone who retreated to a remote place. I feel the feelings of everyone drinking and watching over me.

The dragon pulse gushing from the surface and everyone's wishes are softly intertwined to match the dragon sword dance.

The power of the Spirits, who burned with the flames of Listeir and served as food for life that ensued, envelops the world full of wishes and prayers.

A heart that wipes away the fear of death and wants peace.

A heart that purifies unclean beings and wants a clean and right world.

A mind that calms disturbances and seeks peace.

All sorts of wishes and hopes multiply and pour down on the ground.

As he purified and burned everything down with the holy flames, Listeir fell down with all her might.

Flaming paradise disappears.

"Shiatsu Shiatsu"

In my heart, Ares' voice arrived.

I will build a new world in a world where the Listeners and the Spirits have laid the ground.

The landscape I saw one day. Grass flowers bud and bloom in full bloom. The trees stretch mightily toward heaven, spreading green beautiful branches.

"Oh no... that's stupid..."

charcoal and stood up Goldba exclaimed.

"I will not tolerate being blasphemous of death. Because we are born by the goddess. Only goddess Arestina is responsible for life and death!

Not the white sword that leads death to the relative. Kill Goldba with a wooden knife of a spiritual tree full of life.

Goldoba, already burned up and immobilized by the flames of Listeir, was extinguished without the art of resisting.

Finally, we defeated Goldba.

But my dragon sword dance never stops.

The playback of the world is not over. Memorials to the dead are not over. And more importantly, the dark sun above has not yet disappeared.

The dark sun, which seems to be the main body of the ban, has no sign of disappearing even under the flames of Listeir or the spells of the Spirits.

But I do.

When everyone's thoughts are sure to arrive.

If I lead the way and rally everyone's will and bump into each other, I'll be able to fight the ban.

I continued to dance dragon sword dance with all my heart.

Grasshoppers increase their glamour, and forests become brighter and deeper.

And the dark sun was swallowed up by a world filled with everyone's thoughts, slowly dwindling and eventually disappearing.

Thank the spirits, all of us, and the goddess, keep dancing.

On the side, Priscia was imitating me and dancing happily, and Niemia was flying around.

Even inside me, Ares was happy as satisfied.

This day.

As always, I continued to serve Dragon Sword Dance with all my might until I fell in.