We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Gu...... You..."

"Ha ha. All eight dragon kings are exposed to a lot of pity."

A giant shadow looks down at Wall, who falls into a build-up of his own blood.

On the arms of each piece and rough contour, scales float harder than steel. In the eyes reflecting the slightest starlight, the colour of the stigma and curse could be seen.

"Luga Dwan...... I didn't know you were alive..."

"My goodness. I survived that hell. To avenge you!

Wall, the Great Dragon King, and the shadow of a giant body meet. But Wal can't move.

At, and the shadow grins brutally, shaking up the great spear in his hand.

"Huh...... Lord Luga. It is time to maintain the frivolous bond. If I don't go back, I'll be late for my appointment."

"... oh, I know"

Behind the giant body. Another shadow sitting back on the rubble says as he stretches out how free he seems to be. When Luga struck his tongue, he shook down the great spear, which no man in line would be able to handle, into the eight great dragon kings that had collapsed at his feet.

Once, under the rule of the demon king Kushalillah, there was a palace that exalted prosperity. But after several confusions that followed from the loss of the ruler's legs, the palace, which was outstanding, was vandalized and now has no shadow to see.

The brilliantly decorated walls were crushed, the columns, which were beautiful with detailed sculptures, were broken, and the ceiling, which leaked an exclamation breath, disappeared.

The ravaged palace turned into a pile of rubble, and no one turned a blind eye.

Some shadows gather on such a lonely site.

"Wow. The magic of the flesh is already raw."

"You say 'magic' or something. Seriously, that's funny."

A skinny man, who had been abandoned and lenient from the beginning, laughs delightfully at the shadow of a woman who has metastasized with a huge shadow.

"Hey, welcome home. A little later than planned, isn't it?

"Dear Bartonoir, forgive me. This Lord Luga has gone wild in vain."

"Shit. Let it go, Istericia"

"Fair enough, both of you. It's not a good fight."

"Ha ha, seriously funny. I don't know that those who have been called together by the Admiral are more likely than not to be like this."

The skinny man, who chuckles upside down on the abandoned floor, once again sees his strange companions as he rolls around.

It was a pitch-black man sitting on a thick column that fell across me. Did you say his name was Bartonoir?

They look like people, but I'm not sure why. The waist is calm and soft, and he doesn't look like someone who plots mischief to the extent that he sees it.

But the skinny man frowns at the root.

This man had a creepy feeling that he could not even ask about his strength as well as his appearance.

Subsequently, I saw two people who had been distracted and transferred at night.

The shadow of a giant body seems to be named Luga. Other than possessing spears longer than their own length, there are no features that would intrigue a skinny man.

So much so that I even wonder why I called on a guy like this.

But, well, I guess the fact that Baltic Noir collected it has some purpose for use.

More than that, he shifted his gaze to a woman with a great elongation beside the giant Luga.

"Good woman."

"Huh?

Is it because I replied with an absenteeism, or a strange return?

"Hey, I like women like you. What do you say, after this with me...?

"Straw, I hate the Demons. Snug."

Turned down without a bottom, the skinny man laughs happily again at this.

She's a good woman. You look young and careless, but you're not at all alarmed by this face.

And above all, what attracts a man's interest is the horrible cane that a woman has.

The Great Sin's Staff.

Pair it with the Great Ghost claws you have, one of the nine demon generals' weapons that exist.

Why does this woman possess the armor of General Nine Demons? Where do you get it and what are you trying to accomplish in this land? Not only does the woman herself have a strong interest in possessions.

"So, Baltic's husband. Isn't there another one coming?

Apparently, Luga was also observing faces gathered without alarm. And I mentioned the last one that was missing.

"Oh, it's supposed to be, hey. Risen, what's going on?

"Yeah, I spoke up, didn't I? I don't know, I want you to work. You had a hard time finding the guy who flew over here, didn't you?

Risen, a skinny man called, rose up and let him exaggerate his shoulders.

"Mostly. Come on. At first, we talked about getting old and coming from the ruins."

"No, I'm sorry about that. Thank you for interrupting."

"Damn. You mean the enemy, right? Why do you seem so fun?"

Again, a man named Bartonoir cannot be seen.

There are four weapons of the Nine Demons in existence. However, one of them is held by the giant Demon King, which means that there are three things out there.

The great scepter of great sin held by a woman.

The Great Haunted Claw that Risen has.

And then recently, the long sword of God Killer and the full body armor of General Nine Demons that they somehow discovered in the Far East.

When it comes to the weapons of the Nine Demons, it is a legendary piece of equipment among the Demons. But that's why owners have always been targeted and have changed their owners over time over the years.

And only then will the armaments of the Nine Demons be kept secret with their holders, and not so easily exposed to the public in modern times.

I'm not supposed to...

Looking over, other holders are gathered on this occasion, just like Risen.

It was Baltic Noir sitting on a pillar who looked for everyone and hung up.

After all, he's an unafraid man, and Risen laughs inside out.

"Hey, I'm here because they told me we were all gonna get together tonight, right? If we don't get it all together, it makes sense that this woman rushed us here!

Luga stares at the Baltic Noir in frustration.

Jesus Christ, Risen looked at Luga in awe.

What the hell, really why was this guy called? I don't even own the weapons of the Nine Demons, and this is how I just wield short temperatures.

Risen is in the mood to tell her to do more, let's do it funny and funny.

But it was one of the last to rise to the qualities that sharpened Luga's momentum, which is likely to still assemble in Bartonoir.

"I heard the rendezvous point was here?

Wearing a full body armor so deep that it is likely to swallow the light of the stars, a great man with a long sword at his waist appears in ruins, and the gaze of all turns to him.

"Oh? I was going to give that package to the people, huh?

"Huh, the previous owner of this? I slaughtered those mutts early."

Great grins brutally in the back of his helmet.

"Haha, I'm saying I slashed it and look good. He's been dying since he flew in."

But when Risen laughs at me, she turns off her grin.

"You said the right place. Thanks to you, I seem to be late."

"Huh? You're gonna blame me? It took you a long time to tame that gear."

Risen laughs joyfully that she is tempted. The full-body armored man glanced at Risen like that and faced Bartonoir.

"Are you the mastermind? I've heard a lot from this guy."

"... so, are you going to help me?

Great all-body armor that releases a sharp kill like a blade from the body. But Bartonoir gently recieves to receive even in the breeze.

"I heard you were preparing another interesting thing, though?

Sturdy puts his gaze around the faces gathered from the less responsive Baltic Noir.

In the stories I was hearing, you should be ready to keep it. Except for the mastermind Bartonoir, however, there are only two men in possession of the armaments of the Nine Demons, and one man with an undesirable body. Whatever you think, there's nothing you can call it to keep.

To his sturdy doubts, Bartonoir apologizes with his shoulders flattened.

"Hey, let me apologize for being honest about that. I'm getting ready, but guess what. Anyway, I have less information than you guys have, and I'm having trouble being accurate."

Risen is light, but Baltic noir is also roughly light. Easy, should I say, or should I say that I have plenty of room before this face? Either way, although I speak of apology, there is no fine dust such as the colour of reflection.

But there were those whose anger reached its pinnacle in this Baltic noir attitude.

"What...?

It was the giant Luga that swelled the signs.

At the same time as the horrible signs, the contours transform. The shoulders swell and the skin is covered with hard scales.

"You followed this woman because you said it was an important requirement for everyone to get together for the first time? And you said you didn't make it?

Luga grabbed the long spear and, in an instant, approached Bartonoir.

"No, you're scared. Amazing temper."

Luga sticks the tip of the long spear in front of Bartonoir.

But because he stopped the blade at a halfway distance between one fist and another, come on. The more Bartonoir says, the less compelling it is.

But Luga didn't move any further.

No, I couldn't move.

There is an unpleasant sweat all over Luga's body.

You can't move now.

At some point.

No, from the beginning?

Behind Luga.

A slight intent to kill was touching his scaled back.

"Uh-huh, this guy's scared"

Risen laughs.

Behind Luga, a giant dragon's hand was rising that showed the tip of a nail that was still going to pierce his back.

If you stare, the translucent hand continued to contour behind the baltic noir, leading to a dragon that was huge enough to look up.

"Admiral, how long has he been hiding there? Isn't that what he keeps?

The giant double-headed dragon retreats his hand from the back of Luga whether the fool who was poised to kill Bartonoir decided he understood the situation correctly. And as it was, it suddenly disappeared into space.

When Luga's killer behind him disappears, he seems hateful, but he delivers a cut.

"Mr. Luga, you picked up your life. You're lucky."

In the light tone of Risen, the spearhead of Luga's anger shifts.

But that's where Luga realizes Risen's tricks.

Risen had indicated that she would stick her neck together.

But that's not about me. Huh, Luga puts her hands around her neck.

For a lukewarm feel, Luga faces to crush the bitter bug.

"Sir, didn't you notice? Haha, this is so delightful."

One of the scales, harder than the steel floating around Luga's neck, was sliced thoroughly. And from there, there is thin blood.

When?

Luga noticed signs of an ancient species of dragon tribe who tried to protect Bartonoir and kill himself and stopped moving.

But he didn't understand the situation before then, Ruga sweats cold again.

Baltic noir.

I bet you didn't even show a bare gesture of movement to Luga's movements.

But how about that?

A slaughter so sharp that he wouldn't let his opponent notice until he pointed it out, he was slashing himself in the neck.

If Bartonoir was willing to do that, Luga would have had separate heads and torso.

And a slaughter that Luga didn't notice was apparently visible to Risen.

No, it's not just Risen. Luga secretly devours his teeth, saying he may be sturdy in pitch-black armor.

"Wow. Straw, I don't like nights. I want to go home and get some sleep."

"I guess we're done meeting up, huh? After that, I hear that each one of them is free to move. Now I'm gonna be rude."

"Me, too, I think it's time to go. It's an interesting spectacle to watch."

Three people, other than Bartonoir and Luga, return to their heels saying they have done their errands.

"Everybody, please be nice. Separate activities, but the same place to go."

I hope it's the same.

To the words of the Baltic Noir, a great all-body armor that shows vigilance.

It is clear that we do not trust those in this place who are not entangled.

"Well, I hope you don't let that get in the way. Look, everyone with this is friends. Let's get along."

When Bartonoir takes the red cloth out of his nose, he makes it flicker.

Seeing, somewhere in the body of everyone gathered, there is the same cloth in the hands of Bartonoir.

"Admiral, I've thought about it. If I had this piece of cloth, I'd think of it as a companion, and we'd like it, wouldn't we? So, why is it such a cloth?

In response to Risen's question, Bartonoir raised the corner of his mouth behind his beard.