We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Mr. Sefina's super special attack defeated the advanced Demon Race Risen.

And on other battlefields, the end was about to come.

"Hey, that's a shame. I can't believe you only handle this level of swordsmanship when you say you have the Devil's Sword."

Disappointing, against Luilara dropping her shoulders, the demon swordsman, dressed in pitch-black full-body armor, pounds his knee constantly, as does his breath.

"This would have been a lot more interesting if it had been slaughtered by Wal or Elnea the Dragon King."

Luilala sees me and Wall fighting dead on another battlefield, shifting their gaze from the Devil Swordsman just because they lose interest.

But neither me nor Wall can afford to react to Louis Lara's light mouth.

No, Wall, assisted by Luiseine, is overwhelming the giant dragon tribe Luga Dwan, but I don't think he's hearing Luilara.

I'm the one who blended consciousness into the world, so you could also pick up a light mouth of Lewis Lara that leaked away.

I play the invisible technique unleashed by Bartonoir with the wooden knife of the Spirit Tree. In doing so, he strikes back by linking his movements to the White Sword.

Baltic noir is running out of room, too, and the number of mouths is running low.

How long have you been meeting with the gladiators?

Heartbeats bouncing hard and disturbed breathing. The dragon qi that keeps liberating is quickly withering away without a supply from the dragon vein. Moreover, the drainage is intensified by maintaining the storm dragon technique for a long time and releasing the sickle dragon technique.

Limits were also beginning to be seen on the treasure balls of the Dragon King, who was roughly uplifting my inner self.

"Ernea......"

And Mr. Ares is also about to use the power he's been accumulating through the liberation of his long-term power.

My limits are close.

The white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree feel heavy. The legs don't go up the way you think, the kicking power is halved, and the body twitches dull.

But it wasn't just me, it was the same with Baltic Noir.

Ha, ha, and a rough shortness of breath that also reaches my ear. Attack with less trouble to look at. And there will be more fighting, and the counterattack will be simplified.

If this happens, it's a battle over which one can run out of roots first.

Bartonoir and I got our distance after we hit each other with a sword.

Baltic noir to put in a beat.

I pack my hair and bring it to Dragon Sword Dance.

There will be no end to the battle between me and Bartonoir.

But before that.

"All the time...... At the Demon King's Hip Wipes."

A demon swordsman wearing black all-body armor rises.

And stare at Luirala hatefully.

Luilala had a flat smile on her face as she was shot through her murderous eyes.

"You who persevere in swordsmanship, show me what's in your eyes!

The Devil Swordsman eats his teeth off in the back of his helmet.

From the eyes congested with anger, there were tears of bright red blood.

The magic so intense that it can be felt even in remote places surrounds the Devil Swordsman.

Visualizing the black color, the magic gathers into the all-body armor of pitch-black.

"Ha ha. I'm tired of seeing that. So. Wouldn't that be better if you let it go over there, not me?

In response to a demon swordsman trying to unleash a special blow, Luilala pointed to a place with a laugh.

"If you're done playing Luirala, it's our turn."

"If you're done playing Louis Lara, we're the guys."

"Huh!?

With Luilala's participation, Ufiria and Nina, who had once left the front, were returning.

And superimpose a golden, dazzling dragon feng sword to enhance dragon qi.

The Devil Swordsman tried to unleash a special blow once again when he turned to Ufiria and Nina, not to Luirala, who had vanished his will to fight.

"It's late!

"It's no use!

"With Uffi."

"Nina's"

"" The Imperial Dragon is invited!!

The two first unleashed the treasure of the Spirit Tree toward heaven.

The treasure of the Spirit Tree, applied by Nina, rises to the sky as she paints a spiral. There, a further ray of dragon air emanates from the overlapping Dragon Feng Sword.

Oops, thunderbolts.

Storm clouds converge along with heavy bass that shook the sky.

A golden supermassive winged dragon, winged by a storm cloud, is shaped by dragon qi.

One of the treasures of the Spirit Tree, which absorbed the magic of a thunderbolt that was full of sky, shines blue as its right eye.

"Come on!"

The demon swordsman is stunned by the illusory winged dragon manifested in the sky and retreats greatly.

The Imperial Dragon, produced by Ufiria and Nina, set its aim for the Devil's Sword on earth when it roared in thunder.

"Oh, my God. Something that takes lag in the art of people!!

A demon swordsman shouts, "Loser."

And unleashed the magic that accumulated in the all-body armor of the pitch-black toward the Imperial Dragon.

"It's stupid!

"I've been waiting for you!

If a demon swordsman was inside me, I might not have taken such a bad hand.

If the Devil Swordsman had known about Yufiria's relationship with Nina and Sefina, he might not have made this decision.

But a demon swordsman doesn't understand the three sisters at all, unless he's someone I know.

So at this point there was never a win or a loss.

The waves of the Imperial Dragon and Shura, hitting each other directly from the front.

It did not become a battle as to which technique would prevail.

It was the Imperial Dragon who opened his mouth wide.

And the Imperial Dragon swallowed Shura's fluctuations.

"Stupid!?

Desperate demon swordsman.

The left eye of the Imperial Dragon, which devoured Shura's fluctuations, shines black.

"" There's nothing Sefina can do that we can't do!

Mr. Sefina, who defeated Risen and used up his powers, was grinning bitterly when he saw his two sisters work.

Charlotte and Mistral were also viewed by the strange winged dragons that manifested themselves, forgetting the death fight for a while.

Revaria pounded her tongue and Gaff was stunned to open her eyes.

Wal and Luga were equally surprised and Louiseine was smiling.

Once again, the Imperial Dragon now raises a roar that makes his soul tremble, and he hits the Devil Swordsman with the turbulence that the storm has generated.

"but ahhhhh!!

A demon swordsman who is burned by countless thunderstorms and chopped into his own magic. Furthermore, when it was flown heavenly high by the giant tornado that broke out, it ended up being wrapped in a golden glow and extinguished.

After the tornado has subsided.

From the sky where the Imperial Dragon disappeared, the full body armor of pitch black fell for each area.

Finally, the Devil's Sword of God Killer descends and pierces the ground.

"I thought about it, but it worked."

"Let's see. It was beautiful, but it was perfect."

Yufiria and Nina lean in like tired as they stand instead of their canes with the Dragon Feng Sword.

"Duh, I'm surprised. I didn't know that was improvisation."

The boulder Bartonoir also seemed surprised by the dragon art of Ufiria and Nina.

Bartonoir laughs bitterly as he is pushed into me.

"I see this is you..."

"If you understand, admit to a clean loss!

Blood flies from the Baltic Noir, which could not swallow the white sword of the horizontal goose.

I've already decided on the trend of the battle.

Above, Lyra and Levaria are driving Gaff, an ancient species of dragon tribe.

Luiseine and Wall were also hunting down the dragonized Luga.

The only thing is that Mistral and Charlotte are still fighting to the death, but as soon as this one settles, we can still get to backup.

The three sisters and Madeleine who have finished the battle are also in the midst of getting ready for the next battle.

But Baltic Noir, who is supposed to be pushed, doesn't accept my advice. On the contrary, it brings up a complex pattern on the long sword in an attempt to activate further techniques.

"I won't let you!

I wave the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree, observing the movement of the Baltic Noir.

In an attempt to interrupt the procedure, the wooden knife had its strength.

"Mr. Elnea."

At that time, Bartonoir looked at me with an unprecedented serenity.

"I really appreciate you standing in front of me"

"Hey, what!?

Playing the Baltic Noir's long sword with a complex pattern, I stick out the white sword with that momentum.

"At the end of the day, it's good to see juniors like you. Once again, envy. It didn't come true for me."

"What!"

It was unexpected.

The words of Baltic Noir are not.

I know because I've been meeting with dozens of people before.

This level of penetration does not apply to Baltic Noir. Hilariously or flushed, a counterattack comes.

It was a spike in anticipation of the course of battle.

Yet...

At the same time that a slight sensation was transmitted to his right hand, the white sword was piercing deep into the chest of the Baltic Noir.

"Guuuuuuuu..."

Spit a bright red chunk of blood, Bartonoir.

I stop moving too unexpectedly. [M]

"Ha... Again, you're no match for head-on battle. By the time you broke through my technique, you seemed to have decided to lose."

"So, but...?

I still thought the battle was coming.

That much, my instinct warned me that even Baltic Noir would still have left room, and that the bottom line wasn't like this.

Yet Bartonoir, with his white sword stuck to his chest, lightly admits to losing.

"Ernea, I know what you're trying to say. But this is what reality is..."

Bartonoir laughs at me, bleeding heavily from his mouth and chest.

It was a sign, as if, not the face of the one who had waged the battle for his life until just before, but a gentle older senior.

"Duh, why...?

Now I guess you wanted this to end.

Why do you look like this?

I have so much to ask. But there's no more voice out of my throat.

Look at me, says Bartonoir.

"I'm talking about you guys who saved Isterisia. You would despise me for trying to pay for your own life. … but here's what I had to do."

About what?

What the hell is Bartonoir saying?

Indeed, the Baltic Noirs, who have caused great disturbances, must make some form of redemption.

Whether that's redemption with life or in more other ways, like Yun Yun and Lin Lin.

At least Baltic Noir, who gave us immortal lives just like us, must have the option to sin over the years.

But that's not what Bartonoir is talking about.

So what are you trying to say...

"Elnea, you may have heard it before from someone who teaches and someone else. Don't put your hands on the ban. If you get your hands on it, the witch will come after you."

"No way!?

"Sooner or later, I was doomed to die. That's just the difference between being killed by a witch or by a junior..."

Saying, Bartonoir stuck his long sword to the ground.

"Unlike the others, did you have any doubts about me for standing up and not moving? If that's the case, I'll tell you.... what I was preparing for!

Bartonoir screams, spitting blood.

At the same time, a magical formation of intricate patterns emerged on the earth where ruins spread.

"Ernea, your battle with me is your win. But, Elnea, losing an individual battle didn't stop me. You lost!