We Live in Dragon’s Peak

If we turn to war prevention, this one will be at a disadvantage.

In the first place, I can't give a shit about a senior Demon opponent who's after the Demon Throne.

Now kick the floor hard and pack the time.

And dance the dragon sword dance.

"That's it!

But I couldn't dance.

Whether evaded or recirculated, that's where the dragon sword dance begins.

But the wooden knife of the spirit tree, protruding as it leapt, pierced Gilrad's chest without any resistance whatsoever.

And a second lack of feeling and the disappearance of Gilrad's appearance that he was supposed to have captured. Plus, my hand stops at a blow from behind with no sign of anything.

"Oh, what are you dancing in a place like that?

Gilrad, who did it and smiled, stood elsewhere again.

As always, with my cane on, I don't see myself in the middle of a fight.

Contrary to Gilrad, who makes room, I couldn't keep up with the situation and sweated on my forehead.

I was right in front of you. Both the first white sword and the second wooden sword of the Spirit Tree undoubtedly captured Gilrad. Yet, as if he had seen it even in illusions, Gilrad disappears from sight and stands in a different place if he realizes it.

And oddly enough, an attack from a place where no one is supposed to be.

Even if Gilrad disappears from sight, he stands at a different place, a distance from me. And yet, how do we strike?

Is it magic? Or...

"Come on, that's it. How plain of you to stop. Dance fully and feed me."

Gilrad just stands.

Yet he waves his white sword back to the sudden and rising sense of crisis from his blind spot.

No, and the tall metal noise and sparks scattered.

The blue obsessed demon sword?

I only saw it for a moment. A demon sword that grows from a space where nothing is supposed to happen.

So, what's behind it?

I think so, and wave the wooden knife of the spirit tree without intermittent hair. But the wooden knife of the spirit tree only slashed the sky.

"I'm bored. I'm bored!

The signs of Gilrad swell. At the same time, the magic of bursting space was unleashed.

Avoid it with a spatial leap.

The air bounced and sharp shockwaves spread.

Prevent it with dragon art.

Breaking the junction, sharp winds tearing apart two arms.

I trigger a spatial leap, not a scratch. And into Gilrad's time, waving the white sword. Continue and wave the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree in the direction of the unseen.

The white sword slashed and tore Gilrad, and the wooden sword of the spirit tree prevented the blow of the demon sword stretched out of nothing space.

... this.

Frowning at discomfort.

What am I looking at?

What are you trying to kill?

And what are you protecting yourself from?

Gilrad's fierce attack brought me back to a state of calm.

Ahhh. Apparently, I was dragging on a mental state that was still fluttering on my unfavorable throne.

The King of Chronic Hearts is also a good place.

He distanced himself once from Gilrad, avoiding the magic of a chasing Gilrad and playing the attack of a blue demon sword that suddenly appeared.

That said, Gilrad is not moving.

It doesn't look like it's moving.

"Oh, my God, that's plain."

Gilrad's expression moved perfectly to my grunt.

"Aim for the Demon Throne? Show the remaining demons in the Devil's Capital the battle and prove your strength? For that, I'll laugh very carefully. So how do you mean to be the same demon king as a giant demon king or kushalila?

"... in the midst of people, you slap a lot of big mouths. He said he wasn't even able to capture me."

To this Taunt, Gilrad returns it with Taunt.

I laughed with my nose at Gilrad's words.

"As far as I know, the Demon King is so flashy that he can't get his hands on it, he has no vision. Even I can blow the top part of Demon King's Castle. Fine, let me show you. You can't be the Demon King!

Take a big, deep breath.

At the same time, liberate the Dragon Treasure Ball to its fullest potential. Ares, who had already assimilated, reacts to my intentions and does everything in her power.

I was alert to my signs of swelling up, as well as my servant Gilrad, and I freed the magic with all my might.

Gilrad in the eye. The swelling magic.

Me and Gilrad will show strength as if to boast of existence.

I was the first. [M]

Set the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree horizontally and dance the dragon sword dance.

Outside of Gilrad's time.

Gilrad laughs at my unintelligible behavior with his cane on. And it has unleashed densely compressed magic.

Imminent magic. A demonic sword protruding from another angle at the same time. So, Gilrad hasn't moved from the first position.

But it all happened to me in my consciousness.

All the Gilrad, the Great Magic, and the Devil's Sword attacks that you can see but can't capture. Each one of them is just one event for me when I start dancing dragon swords.

Dragon Qi, diffused according to the dragon sword dance, winds a vortex and brings in a storm around Demon King Castle.

Smoothly swim your body and dodge the Devil's Sword. The demon sword that slashed the sky soon disappears into space. Play the demon sword, which reappeared from another place without delay, in an elegant stream.

The magic was captured in a vortex of dragon air and blown far away without reaching me.

The visualized dragon air wraps around a green vortex and swallows a distant gillard.

"Grunt!"

Gilrad wolfed.

But that wasn't Gilrad in my eyes.

Near me dancing dragon swords.

It's Gilrad's body, which killed the signs and was armed.

Calm down, there was nothing to say.

Visible Gilrad is a phantom. I don't know what magic or treasure is, but it's just a bluff.

No matter how much you attack a phantom, that doesn't make sense, does it?

And Gilrad is so good at killing signs that even the dragon clan swallows its tongue.

Even Lyla can't even be right next door when she's killing signs.

I was bewildered by the phantoms, and I missed Gilrad lurking right around the corner.

But that doesn't work anymore.

My ability to read the world. Storm dragon art. If the two go together, no matter how skilfully you hide, you won't get away from me!

Gilrad, trapped in a whirlpool of storms, is drawn to me without question. If we make it, we'll feed the White Sword.

He recieves a demon sword waved to resist, slashing and engraving Gilrad.

Still, advanced demons.

Avoiding a fatal injury, Gilrad leaps at will, earning distance from me.

You've decided you're no match for swordsmanship battles, and you've been raging magic from out of time for swords.

Really?

It's a long distance fight, isn't it?

Gilrad said he would show the Demons of the Devil's Capital the power they deserved in the battle against me.

Then let me show you.

That Gilrad doesn't have the strength he deserves for the Demon Throne!

Keep dancing the dragon sword dance.

Don't forget the elegance of the fierce battle. Like purifying scattered lives. Carefully, as I dedicate myself to Old Sleighsta, who gave me the dragon sword dance, and everyone who has always supported me, and to the goddess of creation.

Play magic as you dance and try to attract Gilrad.

As he was wrapped in a vortex and about to enter this time, Gilrad made every effort to distance himself and fled.

Run, unleash magic.

But I wonder if Gilrad has noticed.

The magic played flies into the sky and explodes pointlessly.

But that the sky, where the magic is played, is not the same as before, that it is a thundercloud.

"The magic of the Demon King is not such a plain thing!

Playing the greatest magic, I pointed the tip of the white sword at Gilrad.

"What!?

and Gilrad gave a frustrating look.

At that moment, the roar and dazzling flash cover the sky of the Devil's Capital.

Geez, and looking up at the sky, Gilrad's figure was swallowed up by a band of light stretched out of a black, creepy thundercloud.

"Come on, look. This is the power of those who reign over the Demon King! You know who you got your hands on!

The rain of lightning falls all over the Devil's Capital, not just at Demon King Castle.

A scream echoed all over the Devil's Capital.

This is the second time I've let lightning rain fall on the Devil's Capital, but now it's my own will.

Drop it without a scratch.

The blue treasure balls embedded in the white sword's armpit glowed beautifully.

"Oh, my goodness..."

Still, Gilrad was still an advanced demon.

He endured many thunderstorms and turned his humiliating eyes to me.

"I want you to promise me. We need to get a little bit over Dragon Peak to this side already. Then I'll miss it."

To my word, the lightning stops.

But there was still a thick thundercloud swirling in the sky, showing the will to continue the attack depending on the response.

Gilrad suffered burns all over his body, staring at the sky and me in an unusual way.

I hate hostile gaze, but I'm not atrocious. If Gilrad would surrender, I wouldn't waste my life.

Kill Luilala, I don't know what to say.

Me and Gilrad confront each other silently for a while.

Then there came the unexpected.

"What the hell is this...?

Whether he lost his sense of equilibrium with a thunderbolt and shock that cracked his ear, what appeared with a thousand feet was a red-haired grouse, a boy of a clan who disappeared with Gilrade.

"Ernea!? also, could... you have come to help me?

With tears in his eyes, Glaus, who looked at me, rushed over here with a joyous look.

I wasn't slowly lightning myself. [M] I had no choice but to grasp the signs of those left in the Devil's Capital and adjust them so that they wouldn't hit me.

And among them was Glaus.

"Hey, you're safe."

Put the white sword in the sheath and reach for Glaus.

Glaus also reached out as he ran towards me with a fluttering leg.

"Oh, my God, who says so? Don't be alarmed!

In the hand of Glaus, stretched out, a dagger was gripped.

"Ha..."

I sighed, intertwining Glaus' hands and throwing him relentlessly. Then activate the Spirit Tree technique and tie it to a goose cross. Because of the tight tightening, Glaus passed out screaming "cum" weirdly.

"Don't say anything stupid. I'm not here to help you."

I'm not as fond of people as I am of helping people who have been after their lives until they come to this land.

If you're alive, I'll take you home and have you judged by the laws of the kingdom of Arms, that's all I thought.

So Glaus' behavior didn't even come as a surprise.

But it was Gilrad who set the scene between me and Glaus.

When I really stood up with my wand in my support in the future, I raised my voice.

"Kuhaha! Let's admit that power. Excellent. Exactly, if I defeat you, I can reach the Demon Throne. This is what the battle at the top deserves."

Gilrad's voice echoed throughout the Devil's Capital, whether he was using magic or not.

"Come on, people! My men, my army, my servants. Pick up the Dragon King! Give me the Demon King's throne!

In response to Gilrad's cry, the Demons of the Devil's Capital began to raise their will to war.

Oh, my God.

Earlier thunderstorms were meant to show off the power of the Demon King and deprive the Demons of the Demon City of their will.

Other than Gilrad, it was only a warning, and it did not hit the demons who were unlikely to withstand a thunderstorm. I dropped it on an advanced demon clan that didn't seem to die if I guessed it the same way last time.

But that didn't seem to make much sense.

The Devil's Capital that fell under Gilrad's rule, the Devil's Nation there, is apparently an enemy full of malice for everyone.

The Winged Demon Clan has risen and an organized army has pushed him against the Castle of the Demon King.

"No way..."

He gave me an angle of mouth like Gilrad, a full of creativity, had won.

I dropped my shoulders in despair at Gilrad, who was feeling a reversal, and the demons who obeyed him in a delusional manner.

"No way...... I didn't know it would be a feather to use my wife's hand."

"What?"

Gilrad's expression solidifies in my grunt, which came out with a sigh.

"I just didn't want to use this. But you can't help it if you resist any more..."

When I lost the wooden knife of the Spirit Tree, it was your fault that I didn't admit to losing, and I stared strongly at Gilrad.

And raise your hand heavenly.

"Once now. Make me regret showing hostility."

With the mood, I uttered a forbidden word.

"The Great Summon, Thousand Handed Spider! Come on, Terlu!!

Thundercloud cracked.

The sky was torn apart.

All froze by the anomaly of space, which seemed to hear too much, and a creepy noise, and looked up at the sky flashly.

The partitioned sky is dark.

In the darkness behind the crack, eight bright red glows emerged.