We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Ahhhhhhhhh!

Pull out the wooden knife of the spiritual tree and fill in the intermission at once with a spatial leap.

He unleashes a slaughter mixed with anger, haste and sadness without creation, but with full force.

The invisible "something" instantly recognizes me as jumping into my nostalgia. And then he pulls the murder weapon out of the eastern magician's chest. As it was, I thought I would prevent it with a murder weapon that didn't see my slaughter, and instead of showing a defensive posture, I took it without difficulty with the main unit.

"Come on!"

Not hard, but not soft. For an analogy, a heavy response, like when you wave your sword down into a dense mud, is transmitted to your left hand.

Next, the wooden knife of the spirit tree was pushed back along with the feeling that the impact this one had had reflected intact.

"Their presence is not worthy of this occasion. Step away!"

Being late to me for a few moments.

Mr. Alex, who pulled out the divine sword, penetrated at such a divine speed that he left no remnants.

"God-like. Divine Art."

Throat trembling and laughing, something invisible. However, the voice is not in the ear. Directly to the mind, it conveys the will of something invisible.

Something invisible, unlike when the Spirit Tree was slaughtered, showed vigilance to the Divine Sword.

Away from the back of the eastern mage, avoid Mr. Alex's progression and the ensuing spike. And as it was, as Alex said, I softly moved beside the late Listeer, Slutton, Tris, you and Luvent, and walked away from the cave.

"Louvent!"

"Yes, sir!

After something invisible that escaped, Mr. Alex also leaves the cave. Louvent followed the cave, too, as he followed his master.

The unintentionally struck eastern magician collapsed on the spot as the murder weapon was pulled out of his chest, spitting massive amounts of blood.

"Hold on!

I turn my arms toward the lower back of the eastern sorcerer.

The eastern mage was very thin and light.

An eastern magician who falls to the ground, supported by my arms.

The bear's fur stains bright red and blood sprays up from his chest like a fountain.

"Oh, my God! I was lurking. I was hitchhiking when we rode Neemia out of the village at the foot!

Why, I didn't realize.

Yeah, I couldn't have noticed.

That's what he is.

It exists, but I can't recognize it.

I'm supposed to be there, but I can't see it.

That's his trait.

Even Niemia, an ancient species of dragon, said she didn't realize the existence of the guy who had been on her back, but there's no way she could recognize me.

"E, Ernea!

Was it also a curse unleashed by something invisible? As he walked out of the cave, everyone else finally saw the move.

Listeers rush over, worried about the three of them jumping out of the cave.

"Son of a bitch!

Slutton regrets treading the estate to reveal his anger.

"What the hell is that...?

While alternating between the exit of the cave with the mage of the east, who has become a bug in my arms, you, Tris, speak the doubt.

I, eating my teeth at remorse, uttered an invisible identity.

"That's Kushalila, the fairy demon."

"What!?

Open your eyes and be stunned, Mr. Tris.

"From the beginning, we were dancing on the palms of Kushalila."

In the village at the foot, he was attacked by the ghosts in black and the ghost general Balbia.

Already at that point, I was alert to the presence of the Demon King. I can't believe you didn't even spot me lurking this close...

With us, Kushalila left the village on Niemia's back. He then tracked down the eagle embodied by the eastern mage and uncovered the existence of this cave.

Kushalilla was hiding her presence and watching us and the magicians of the East act right next to her.

Kushalilla said. He said it was a good front seat.

Listeer's, desperate appeal. By eastern magicians, remote spells.

That would have been a delightful stage play for Kushalillah, who was hiding herself and secretly observing how things were going.

And while watching our comedy, Kushalillah gave the eastern magician's address to his men who entered the Heavenly Mountains.

We still don't know what the means are, but still, more than 100,000 demon troops scattered all over the place changed course and marched this way at the behest of the Demon King.

"No... That's..."

"It's possible. That's the demon king."

The superior demons of the area are more different in character and strength than the difference between heaven and earth.

Even that ghost general Balbia is only far inferior compared to the demon king Kushalilla.

And the demon king himself pierced the eastern magician's chest, gripping our hopes.

All that remains is a future ahead of us: despair. You see the horror of the Demon King, Tris, and you're on your way.

"... Still."

Slutton, who was blasting his anger but silently listening to my reasoning, opens his mouth quietly.

"We'll have to do it, won't we?

From the inside of Slutton, anger boils infinitely.

I didn't realize Kushalila existed, my anger at my immaturity.

We couldn't stop Kushalila from committing the crime, our anger at our own lack of power.

Anger at convenience consciousness, suspicious of the eastern mage but eventually relying on it in a corner of his mind.

Demons' anger at despicable M.O. wherever they go.

There are other things, all kinds of anger gushing from the depths of my mind, burning my heart.

Slutton isn't the only one.

Everyone was burning the same anger into their hearts.

"It would be the darkness of despair, but it would be the bottom of Naruto, but it wouldn't matter. We have to do this. Demon king or goddess, but if you want to get in our way, I won't forgive you. We're gonna have to smash all the obstacles and move on. That is the fate of those who live and will continue to live."

Slutton looks down at the eastern magician who coughs weakly as he spits blood in my arms.

Tris peeks into the eastern magician behind the bear's fur with a sad expression.

She was a skinny, thin woman, like all she had were bones, skin and muscles.

So skinny that you can't even tell if you're young or old.

Now that we have shed a great deal of blood, our pale skin reminds us of the moment of death.

"The demon king? Superior. Defeat the Demon King here and he will have a foil on his name. Isn't that right, Listea?

"Oh, yeah"

"Holy shit, the answer to the Holy Sword Resurrection rolled in from me. A sword that killed the demon king would be the legendary Holy Sword, wouldn't it?

to do it, and Slutton looks at his partner, the brave man, with a wicked grin.

I have no hesitation with him anymore.

Whoever the opponent is, he bravely pulls out his sword and is filled with the determination of a fierce man who decides to fight.

"Hey, I'm coming. You're looking forward to King Kushalila's neck."

And when I turn my heels back, Slutton runs away following Mr. Alex and Luvent.

"There you go! If you can crusade the goddamn Demon King, you can show the power of the people! It's rising!

You, too, Tris, hold the Devil's Sword and the Divine Sword in your black hands and run out after Slutton.

How brave of them, my mouth broke with nature.

"Damn. I wish I could do something too..."

In the meantime, only Listeer sat down with her knees poked to the ground powerless.

Slutton with a famous sword in his hand, even though Crescio isn't here.

We fight rough in a fight killing method, but Mr. Tris with the Devil's Sword and the Divine Sword.

Besides, Alex, the Divine Nation, or Luvent, the Heavenly Nation.

They possess as much power and weapons as they can pass through their will.

But Listeir, who was supposed to be a brave man, lacked the weapons he should have had, even if he had power.

Listeir, who should have been given a spell sword to replace a broken holy sword before leaving the kingdom of Armuard.

But even with that spell sword, it had been found in earlier battles that if we dealt with the Demons, it would only be a burning blade.

Not to mention, when your opponent becomes the Demon King, it would be a curse sword, but it would cut off a bar, but it's only the same existential value.

Listeer was the only one who gave me a way to the impudence of my place.

I put my hands wet with the blood of an eastern magician on the Listener.

And say.

"At all times, it's the right material. I think so. I don't think that means it's Listeer's turn now, do you?

I laugh at Listea, who leans her neck weakly.

"Because Listea is a brave man. I think it's brave of me to take the best part, don't you?

Right now, I just finished my front seat.

When the curtain comes up and the stage reaches its culmination, it is the turn of the brave Listeir.

And we are uplifters and co-stars to shine the glorious Listener.

"So now Listaire still needs to give way to sidekicks in the context of keeping her English alive. So I'm coming, too."

"Ernea......"

"Don't worry. I hate tragedies. So I'll try to set the stage so everyone can laugh at the end of the act. Yeah, because villains like Kushalillah and the Demons aren't laughing, are they?

To my joke, Ha ha, and Listea laughing powerlessly.

But my eyes were starting to get flames back, saying that I must have a role to give myself, too.

Listea, I'd like an eastern magician.

"Oh, let's play my part so you guys can fight without worries"

I nod deeply with Listeir, and I move my gaze to the exit of the cave.

The late sunrise had finally arrived in the Heavenly Mountains, and it was dazzling outside.

"Elnea Ease, Dragon King. For the brave Listeir and the eastern sorcerer, help!

If the Demons cross the Heavenly Mountains, the cultural area of the people that it extends west of them will be endangered.

Am I to the Witch King who guides people in his land, or to the goddess of creation who is watching the end of the world, or to someone else?

I declared to someone who wasn't here and activated the space leap.

On the first leap, it jumps out of the cave.

The silver world reflects the morning sun, with a painful view in the eyes.

But as disturbing the beautiful world, there was an explosion and fury.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Halfway through transparency doesn't work for me!

"When you're a demon, you'll kick your ass!

Down the cliff, Duranell relentlessly unleashes dragon tricks. Slutton rides Duranell and judges the invisible murder weapon with a spell sword.

But the murderous attack, which the space swayed and managed to recognize, was dazzling, and fate snuck from behind Slutton completely obliterated its existence.

"Gu."

Groaning slatton.

"You're a relief to the Demon King!

One hair at a time. It was you, Tris, who saved Slutton.

Tris, who wields the Divine Sword and the Devil's Sword to tears and plays an attack from the blind spot.

What a cheap method of warfare if you can't see, you'll have to swing your sword appropriately to prevent it.

But, Tris, the weapon in your hand was firmly elevating your integrity.

Every time you wave a divine sword, a white blade is born from the blade and splashes all around you.

Although it is the power that is weak, the white blade, which is released unplanned in all directions, shows its presence.

Kushalillah is present in front of them. But an attack that manages to be recognisable, or an unintentional strike that doesn't sense the existence at all, will strike the Sluttons from all directions, whether beside them or behind them, but overhead.

But when the white blade hits there, the white blade mists so that the snowball can play all the time.

That was the lead in pre-detecting Kushalillah's attack.

Lord Ernea.

"Mr. Alex!

When I showed up from the cave, Mr. Alex retreated.

Only a little bit ahead of everyone else, Mr. Alex.

I'm breathtaking to see that Alex. [M]

Even though it was a short time, Mr. Alex was already full of creativity.

Seeing, Luvent also drops his wings powerless on the snow, distressed as he exhales roughly.

But I didn't surrender.

Both Mr. Alex and Louvent had increased their fighting spirit that they could still fight.

"After all, the Demon King doesn't seem to be insulted"

"Yeah, you are. But we'll never lose."

"Oh, if you say so, no doubt."

Say, when Mr. Alex wipes the blood from his mouth, he re-grips the divine sword.

If we all hang up, we'll be able to derive our results before the great army of demons reaches us.

I will do my best to free the dragon jewels I have hidden inside, and blend with Ares properly. And he clenched the wooden knife of the spirit tree forcefully.

The wooden knife of the Spirit Tree reacts well to our thoughts.

But what doesn't work is the rules of this ordeal journey.

"I thought I told you. This time, with His Majesty."

"Become!"

The shadow of a tree that exists among the silver snowscapes.

It was Barbia, the ghost general, who appeared from the creepy wavering shadow as we stared with surprise.

Plus, that doesn't end there.

The shadow of the rock, the shadow of the cliff, moves spookily.

And as if to recreate the nightmare I had just experienced the other day, the black ghosts began to appear straw.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! The miscellaneous fish are springing up!?

Relative to Kushalila, but not missing out on the surrounding situation, is Slutton, the brave man's partner, the Swordsman of Awesome Arms.

"Whew. Are you serious? Why don't we just kill all of this?

Tris, you wield your sword, you speak Australian.

"Not at all. It's such a hassle to set the stage for a brave man, isn't it?

Ha, I laugh.

But I'm not even timid of fine dust.

Me and everybody.

"The Ghost General Balbia is at my disposal."

"Well, shall I be relative to the Demon King?

Even if I gave up the lead role on the stage, I'd be the one to make sure you had a good part of it.

Anyway, it's greed.

Me, who emits stronger signs than anyone else and travels in a spatial leap to the vicinity of Fairy Demon King Kushalila.

Then slowly, he walks boldly and invincibly to pack his time with Kushalilla.

Kushalila's consciousness turns to my presence.

"Kuku. People look great."

"Ha ha. Demon King flair is transgressive."

Kushalila laughs at my provocation, waving her throat and throat.

But the demon king's consciousness completely captures me.

Duranell and Slutton, who realized they were out of the Demon King's consciousness, took over the role from me and changed their goals.

Duranell bursts into the black-coated demons that emerged from the shadows.

Tris, you too, squeeze the Devil's Sword and the Divine Sword and run out.

"Lord Barbia, may I wish for you?"

"I don't even remember how many of the famous god tribes I killed anymore. Good, I'll deal with you."

Mr. Alex and Barbia stare at each other.

Louvent joined the Sluttons' addition with wings flapped so as not to disturb the two.

I'll be checking everyone's movements and packing up more time with Kushalila.

You can jump into your nostalgia at once with a spatial leap, because if you're detected in an instant, you just consume dragon chi for nothing. Then you'd better walk slowly and pack your time.

Besides, if Kushalilla's attacks fly regardless of distance from all directions, it's a futile effort to gauge your nerves.

"Hey, you remember me?

I ask, shrinking my distance from Kushalilla unconstitutionally.

Then Kushalila unexpectedly reacted to my words.

"Kuku. What do you mean, you remember all the concubines?

"Really? Forget me for defeating your men in the King's capital of the kingdom of Arms."

I guess I was only a dwarf to Kushalila at the time, and not as memorable.

Well, that's no choice.

But this time, let's carve it deep into your heart.

"We can't let the Demons cross the Heavenly Mountains. So, Fairy Demon King Kushalila. I will try to stop your ambitions, even in this land to the west!

In response to my declaration of war, Kushalillah responded by shaking her delightfully invisible presence.