We Live in Dragon’s Peak

The world transforms.

A disturbing sign rides the atmosphere, which was disturbed by the storm dragon technique. It gradually grew in presence and spread to the world in such a way as to shrink the soul.

Ernea, do you know what I'm dealing with?

The blood that flows from the chest and mouth of the Baltic Noir creates a bright red blood build-up on the earth. As if his blood were the source of the power of surgery, blood flows to the complex texts that have surfaced on the ground.

Stained in bright red, the direction of the earth.

Apparently, the increased intensity is occurring within this direction.

So one thing, I realize.

Why Bartonoir was using the Risens and letting them ramble freely in the demonic kingdom. That was to increase negative elements such as resentment and hatred.

Battle Noir aggregated the negative elements thus born into the occasion in some way. Unless you do, there's no way anyone who's not even a superior demon can easily get upset.

And one more thing.

I take a look at the blood formations that spread across the earth and the cursely long swords that Bartonoir protruded on the ground to derive the answer to the question.

"After all, your technique is derived from spells, isn't it?

"Ha... Name and Answer"

Bartonoir pulls himself out when he reaches for the blade of the white sword that remained stabbed in his chest.

More blood gushes than ever before, and Bartonoir kneels on both sides of the ground without force.

"But...... This is both a spell and a forbidden art. I created it, it's a masterpiece... No one can stop me anymore. Ha. Elnea, I win."

"No, I'm not willing to give you a win. Dear Madeleine!"

In response to my voice, Madeleine rushes. And immediately, he began to apply healing spells to Bartonoir.

"... man. You're telling me you're not gonna let me die easy?

You'll see.

Bartonoir, pierced through the center of his chest, is no longer seriously wounded dying. Lady Madeleine's spell will only extend her life slightly.

Alternatively, if you use Sleighsta's old-fashioned secret medicine, you might be able to save your life. But the choice of being helpful should be rejected by Bartonoir himself.

In this way, he is now honestly accepting Master Madeleine's spell because he understands best that he is only delaying his death.

But I asked Madeleine for a cure.

"It's cowardly to die with self-satisfaction that a plot involving a large number of people has been accomplished, as it were!

The concentration of Qi increases.

The blacker blacks begin to fill, polluting the earth.

A temper that erodes raw and diffuses negatively.

Seen, Ufiria, Nina, Mr. Sefina and Luirala were evacuated within the boundaries that Luiseine had stretched around.

Charlotte, of the Great Demon Nation, still seems to be flat, with this degree of impatience neither willingly nor willingly.

Wall the Great Eight Dragon Kings and Mistral the Dragon Princess are also distracted by their own dragon temper.

Only Luga, a full-blown dragon tribe, was distressed by being cared for.

The ban that Bartonoir activated is still in the early stages of activation. I'm sure it's going to turn into something even more horrible.

And Bartonoir knows the end of this ban.

I know, and I accept death because I am convinced that nothing can stop me anymore.

But I won't let that happen!

For your own justice, the option of getting your hands dirty for what you believe is not necessarily like being denied. That's how much I know.

But I can assure you that only more tragedies await Baltic Noir's enterprise (Kuwa), which has brought many into the midst of misfortune. And the prohibition of Bartonoir, which makes it good, is nothing but self-satisfaction!

Given what Bartonoir has done and what he's trying to do, I don't really think it's okay to put out the lights of life while immersed in self-satisfaction.

So I'm not gonna let Bartonoir die easily.

Right in front of him, I'll try to stop this plot!

Bartonoir smiled on his knees as he read my will to stand only.

And then, basically, I start spinning words.

"It's not for me, Elnea, what you had. You know what that is?

"... come on?

The mood, which was full of the surface, now begins to erode the sky.

Above, Levaria raised a roar of vigilance.

An ancient species of dragon tribe, Gaff sees what's going on on on the ground, and he rattles his throat low.

Gaff's double head, one of which was either chewed to pieces by Revaria or was tragically crushed.

"I envy you, Ernea. You guys are jealous. Why, I'm the only one getting immortal... Why, my wife, was not chosen..."

Baltonoir, who threw up a lump of blood, dropped his hips in the blood buildup.

I continue to undergo Master Madrine's magic, but the momentum of the blood flowing only weakened, and my soul continued to be engraved momentarily.

"It was a long time ago. I had a proud wife. There were a lot of people I could count on and best friends I could trust. But no, I'm alone..."

"What about the guff? Weren't Luga and Isterisias one of them?

"Comrade. We have a purpose in each of them, and we've only come together by unanimity of interest."

"That's it!?

Indeed, it seems to me that Isterisia, Risen, Demon Swordsman and Luga were moving in separate directions.

Istericia, to escape raw as a sacrifice.

Risen, perhaps, is pleasure supreme, as instinct.

The Devil Swordsman seeks the mighty.

Luga Dwan, to avenge the Dragon Peak and the Dragon Nation.

For each purpose, it would be more convenient for the Demonic Nation to have been in chaos. Just for that reason they gathered and had a cooperative relationship.

But you're not saying that's companionship?

To my sad question, Bartonoir leaks words from his blood-swept lips.

"My wife... He was my master and a great magician. I taught him a lot. But how about that? I'm the only one who survived as an immortal, and he's too old to die.... so do my people. All those who suffered with me are dead. Yet..."

Why was my family chosen for immortality? And Bartonoir didn't say anything.

But everyone who was listening to Bartonoir understood.

"We..."

"Oh, you don't have to tell me. I know."

I tried to refute my words, Bartonoir.

"I tried relative and understood it well. Elnea, you weren't chosen. Elnea, you were chosen because you and all the rest of your family came together, right?

"That's right. It's not my life alone. Everybody's here. It's me."

If only I had been chosen as immortal.

I refused without hesitation. [M]

But Baltic Noir was different.

I was chosen alone, and I accepted.

And yet I still can't believe I regret it.

"At first. Me and the others were floating. He said he was one of the transcendents. But...... By the time I realized the cruelty of reality, it was too late."

Bartonoir had eyes that looked a little farther past me.

"Of course, everyone made an effort. I could have been. My wife and the rest of them, there's no way I'm not going for heights. But reality is ruthless..."

The world is polluted by impatience. The prohibition of Baltic Noir is being completed. Yet I kept listening to Bartonoir's monologue.

I wanted to hear it.

I wanted to ask you.

of the predecessors, words of regret.

A thoughtless past.

We have to know.

If you don't hear from Bartonoir now, you'll regret it in the future.

"I, with my wife, continued to seek the ultimate in the spell. She's a real genius. He was a better surgeon and a better teacher than I was."

Why isn't my wife chosen for immortality when she says she has someone better than herself in front of her?

It created a number of new spells and had many adventures.

But still, no one other than Bartonoir was chosen.

And the companions came to life and disappeared from the side of the Baltic Noir one after the other.

My beloved wife also died of old age, without finally giving her the life of immortality.

"Still, I'm alive. Without getting old...... Of course, I've been able to call myself a buddy and a friend ever since. But...... Each time, I lost it. In the meantime, there's no one left beside me anymore."

After all, in the eyes of Bartonoir, Gaff, a dragon tribe of the fighting dragon tribe Luga and ancient species, does not seem to be reflected as a companion.

"The transcendents tell us to live free. But before freedom, there's nothing there... So I made up my mind."

Ask me what.

"The last thing we want to do is carve out our lives in this eternal, vain world."

"Is that what you call this ban?

"Oh yes..."

to, and Bartonoir grinned weakly behind his beard.

"Ernea, you know what? how the First Fathers are born."

"It is. Once the mood accumulated by the great wars and the spread of the plague has gathered at one point over the years and it condenses..."

"Yes. So what if instead of being naturally gathered together over the years, they were artificially gathered together? Besides, if they intentionally prepare the core elements and give birth to the original clan as they wish......?

"No way!?

"Well, no way. My wife laid the groundwork and I finally finished it... This is a supreme spell. A ban that drives the world's order beyond the realm of the human race."

At that time.

From the sky, a huge shadow fell.

It's a rainbow dragon guff with one of his heads crushed.

Gaff was burned with wings by Revaria and clashed to the surface in a state of imminent death.

"Oh, my..."

Gaff peels out his blood-swept fangs and looks up at the sky hatefully.

In the sky polluted by air, the roar of Shengxiao was roughly raised as the red lotus-colored Revaria spewed out flames.

"Damn.... Damn, damn it!

Luga of the Dragon Nation screams like mad.

Luga gets his right arm cut off, and he also runs away fumbling over whether the dragon air just keeps the dragonization going.

"Luga, beware!...... come on!

Wall was slashed by Luga in an attempt to stab him in the stomach. There, being attacked by a guff that fell to the ground, Wall leaps big and dodges.

"Give me strength... Give me the power, you son of a bitch!

Even during this period, Luga's eyes for strength reveal the dying Rainbow Dragon Gaff.

"When you fly dragons... I wanted a role. Take the role, for the Dragon God..."

The Dragon Clan of the ancient species said it would receive some role when it became a Chenglong.

Old Sleighsta of the Yin Yang Dragon has the role of protecting the spirit tree and the dragon forest. Lily the Black Dragon takes over the role of Old Sleighsta sooner or later.

Even Niemia the Snow Dragon will take over the role of protecting the ancient capital from Mr. Ashel in the future.

So what happens to the ancient species of dragons overflowing from those roles?

Probably.

Guess Gaff wanted to show his strength by working with Bartonoir?

I wanted to prove to the world that I had the strength to play a role.

But the dream was inhibited by Levaria and Lyla.

"... let's be good. As long as we continue to die like this, we will ride the thoughts of Bartonoir."

And Gaff of the Rainbow Dragon rides the plot, even though he was aware of Bartonoir's thoughts.

"Dragon people who hate their fellow countrymen and seek strength. Take it, my dragon jewel!

Shit, and Wal moves. Though dying, it is so easy to stay away from the dragon tribe of the ancient species.

While doing so, the rainbow dragon guff began to wrap itself in the light.

"Come on, give it to me!

"Ofu."

There, Ruga relentlessly extends her left arm.

Luga's left arm pierces Guff's chest.

"You know what I mean, right? On this occasion, what does it mean to receive my Dragon Treasure Ball?

"If we can get them more power than the Dragon King, I'll be happy to ride them on Bartonoir's plan!

On the left hand of Guff, which was pulled out of Guff's chest, a treasure ball as big as the head of a rainbow shining man was gripped.

"Bartonoir, I'm talking about you..."

To the rainbow jewel in Luga's hand, so that it blends in all of its existence. Gaff, who nearly said something, erased that enormous body from this world without leaving a corpse (shikan) behind.

"but ahhhhhhh!!

Luga, who took the dragon treasure balls into her body, the crystal of thought left by Rainbow Dragon Gaff, screams from the depths of her throat. And it was at the same time.

A thick and full mood within the formation is sucked into Luga.

That's not all.

"Now is the time to unleash the accumulated power, O cursed weapon of the Nine Demons!

Bartonoir, who already thought it was a dead body, activated the last spell.

The great scepter of great sin that had lost its owner and had fallen within the formation, the all-body armor of the Nine Demons General, the long sword of God's slaying, and the claws of the Great Ghost. New formations also emerge around them.

And shattered the armor of the Nine Demons.

The dragon art of Ufiria and Nina and the armor of the Nine Demons, which did not even break Mr. Sefina's special attack, are extinguished without a trace by the Bartonoir spell.

No, you're not!

This is the cursed power hidden in the armor of the Nine Demons!

The curse of those who were devoured by the great sceptre of sin.

It was put in the paw of a great ghost, hate.

The all-body armor of the Nine Demons sucked away, the magic and soul of the owner.

They were unleashed into the world by the destruction of vessels.

The negative forces that curse the world become more intense and pour into the Luga of the Dragon Nation.

".................. Eh!

At the heart of his temper, Luga continues to raise a voiceless cry.

Gradually, the outline becomes deformed.

The body begins to become enormous, turning into an absorbed temper and emitting disastrous signs.

"I was wondering why you care when you're a little dragon man. This is what happened, right?

The battle between Charlotte and Mistral had been interrupted.

Not now, not in that case.

"Is that good? If you stay here, you'll be swallowed up and fed by the souls of your birth ancestors.

Ask me about Baltic Noir so I can try.

When I turned to Bartonoir, whose life was being prolonged by Madeleine's magic, and said, "That's a stupid question," I regained my grip on the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree.