We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Ha, ha, exhale.

The exhalation instantly freezes white and disappears into the deep gorge, flushed by cold winds.

But Alex feels no wonder, no fatigue, no cold. Instead, my heart leaps to the exaltation that boils from the bottom of my heart.

I didn't know such a handful existed besides the Demon King.

When he breathed and regained his divine sword, Alex saw a ghost confronting him again.

On the forehead, there are two horns indicating ghost species. Sharp and long stretched corners glow like black lacquer.

The ghost has a soft waist, slowly approaching Alex.

I can't see my slender demon sword in my hand hiding in a loose feather coat.

I can't see my complexion hiding in a graceful feather that doesn't look familiar on the battlefield, but my discolored skin is black from under my neck.

His face was white, but his black eyes, red pupils, signs of a struggling ghost wrapped around him, all combined, told him that this ghost was a ghost species who preferred the struggle known as the Black Ghost.

Ghost General Barbia.

A fearsome demon general, such that among the demons, it is said that there is no stranger.

"Come on, give up, why don't you show me what's in your hand?

Girari, and Barbia's eyes glowed.

Just looking into Barbia's eyes, Alex's whole body tenses as strong as it was in gold bondage.

Those eyes, they're demon eyes.

The eyes themselves are huge chunks of magic that unconsciously activate magic.

In the case of Barbia, the magic of depriving those in sight of their liberty seems to be constantly activated.

Alex increases his divine power and confronts the demonic eye.

My whole body is paralyzed and my freedom returns.

But if you lose your mind even for a moment, the Devil's Eye binds the flesh.

Just being stared at makes you consume divine power in vain. It's a nasty ability, Alex said in his heart.

"Raw hatred and I'm a bad student. I can't follow your words easily."

Alex leaps away from Barbia, who comes packing his distance with extra footsteps, in a flat tone to keep him from hearing the influence of the demonic eye.

And I uttered the word on divine power.

"Frozen snow extinction."

Alex's divine power fills the valley.

Every grain of snow that falls applies force, turning it into white dust and exploding. But that's not all.

The rising snow became superb ice cubes, converging into a blast in momentary time.

"Also play like this"

In the heart of the blast, Balbia stood.

The Barbia exhales as briefly as she is frightened.

And waved the Devil's Sword gracefully.

Freeze everything that ice and snow touch. And the divine art of extinguishing existence so that the snow melts and disappears.

But Alex's divinity didn't work.

The magic activated by Barbia to counter it turns everything that touches itself into black flames.

Frozen snow, converging to freeze ghosts, turned into black flames, however, the moment it touched Barbia, and burned black.

"How long are you gonna do this magical impersonation? Or do you think I'm ignorant?

Say, Barbia waves the Devil's Sword again.

Then the burning black flames converged.

It instantly turns into a giant flame.

Barbia pays her left hand with graceful tricks.

Oops, and boom (by the way), and a mass of black flames struck Alex.

"Knock."

Alex makes a big jump.

Balbian blackflame magic that lands where Alex bounced off.

But the black flames don't go away. On the contrary, if you look at it, it erodes the silver world.

White snow touching a black flame turns into a black flame.

And then the next thing I know, I'm going to extend it.

The deep valley began to erode by black flames.

"My flames will continue to burn until I burn you down."

As Barbia put it, the black flame shows no sign of disappearing and follows Alex as he prolongs the burn.

The more Alex dodges, the blacker the valley gets.

As it is, it's what Barbia thinks it is.

When Alex was ready and made a big jump, he put both the blackflame and Barbia that followed him in his sight.

"I see, what is so much hand work? I was apparently ungrateful to you."

Long ago.

There was a fighting god and a glorified and exalted ancestor. But the fighting gods lost the battle and the demons took the treasure sword known as the "rake".

Retrieving Reiki from the hands of the Demons was the fate of Alex's clan.

But earlier.

I have just experienced with myself whether this is the strength of those who reign on the throne of the Demon King.

But apparently the world was wider than Alex's clan thought.

Now, I had no idea there was such a powerful man among the demon generals.

Besides, he also seems to be familiar with theology.

Alex inhales his breath deeply so that he can lift his divine power to his body.

Cold air cools the chest from the inside.

Ha, and when I exhaled, my white breath flowed in the wind, caught in the impending black flame.

Alex looks at the black flame again. And he slowly spinned the words without avoiding the black flames that had spread to his eyes.

"Your black flames are not hot, they burn nothing"

Then, what do you think?

Blackflame that had even burned snow to an extended burn, but swallowing Alex never burned himself.

On the contrary, the black flame that was burning the valley black instantly quenches the fire.

"Again, well. Are you…"

The magic was broken by Alex, who was supposed to have fled until earlier. Barbia narrows her eyes softly and determines the change in events.

But I don't have time for long analysis.

Alex, who has left the magic of black flames, has packed his time at divine speed.

"Do you think that one degree of divine tribe retreated from magic would beat this me with swordsmanship?

Balbia brightens her slender demon sword and intercepts Alex.

"Your demon sword will not reach me."

Alex shows no hesitation in Balbia's movements either, jumping into time.

Alex waves down the divine sword.

Barbia waves the Devil's Sword on the horizontal giraffe.

"Huh!?

It was Barbia who pulled himself away.

The area around his neck, where his skin had become dark and discolored, had been slashed thinly.

But Alex, who should have jumped deep in time, is not broken in his clothes, as opposed to getting his torso slashed by Barbia.

Alex continues to slaughter.

Orthodox swordsmanship, weaving a loose end, strikes Balbia.

But Barbia also responds.

Skillfully flushes Alex's sword trident and unleashes a counterattack.

Alex and Barbia strike blades with the ten, twenty, and.

The reward of slaughter, which does not pull a single step from each other, showed change in Alex's next words.

"You are not far from me in swordsmanship"

As the word goes, Barbia began to be pushed.

The reward for the slaughter that the offense was changing blindly, but gradually Alex's attacking maneuvers increase.

But Balbia's movements have not been identified. Barbia's movements remained the same as before, and there was no change in Alex's sword judgment. Still, Balbia moved to the status quo, which began to become a defense.

Play Alex's sword loudly with his full strength. But in a motion with no leeway, you can't move on to a counterattack.

Having given up the pursuit, Barbia made a huge leap backwards to re-compartmentalize and took an intermission with Alex.

Alex finds himself trying to chase Barbia, who takes his distance. There, Barbia unleashes magic.

I have no choice but to evade Alex as well.

Each other, breathe heavily trying to get their disturbed breath in.

From the end of the valley came signs of anger and intense disturbances.

Apparently, everyone else is struggling.

Alex explores distant signs while paying attention to Barbia.

Are the Luvents at war? The enemy allies seem to be fighting in turmoil, and the signs are disturbing.

I am in a one-on-one battle with Barbia, but apparently the demonic army has appeared on the increase over there.

And explore the signs of another battlefield.

No, I don't even have to explore it.

The mountains are ringing and the coniferous forest is trembling.

A shock wave travels through the valley and reaches this way.

The confrontation between the Dragon King and the Demon King seems to be extremely harsh.

"His Majesty, too, is relentless. I didn't expect people to wield their own power."

Barbia was also exploring the state of another battlefield that had gotten far.

Nevertheless, neither Alex nor Barbia are occasions where they care about other places.

When we turn our consciousness to each other, we reassemble our swords.

"Nevertheless. Keeping it to myself, I was once again made to recognize the essence of divinity. I didn't know I'd be affected until now."

"Apparently, you know more about divinity."

"Goddamn it, it would be natural. In the past, I have slaughtered warlords. But you seem more troublesome than that martial arts god."

Warlord.

I'm talking about demons, General.

Leading the Heavenly Army and Divine Soldiers, he is the General of the Divine Nation.

I don't know how, and I don't know how, Barbia confronted the Warlord. But it wouldn't be a lie or a paranoia. So much so, Ghost General Barbia is strong.

"I hear that the Divine Nation first masters the superficial layers of divine art. But that's tantamount to remembering a child wielding a bar slice. I hear that it is something that anyone in the Divine Nation can do for granted, and not enough to praise,"

Alex listens silently to the words of Barbia.

How the hell does Barbia know about divinity? For some reason, I was intrigued.

"Those who have mastered the superficial layers of divinity will then learn the word of God"

"I see, I know it well. If it were normal, it would be recognized by other races that divinity and divine discourse are inseparable."

By riding divine power and mumbling divine words, divine art is activated.

It's not a mistake, but it's not truth. But it is rare for anyone but the Divine and Heavenly to know that.

But that wasn't the only knowledge of Barbia.

"Remember the word of God, and finish your divinity, for one, was it? But would this also be a miscellaneous fish? In the first place, even if you are talking about the effects of the surgery, they will identify you. If you become a master, you flirt by the divergence between divine words and divine arts. If you are a theological user, how far can you deduce the power of this? But isn't that what the essence of divine art is?

Divine art and divine discourse are not one and the other. This is why we can detach and activate the effects of the words spoken and the surgery.

However, in order to reach this realm, it is necessary to have a deep mastery of the qualities of divine art and the word of God.

How distant an effect can a mumbled divine word and activated divine art show? That is the guide to weighing the power of the operator.

But it is a small technique, not the essence of divine art.

Few even divine tribes know, but the true appearance of divine art lies ahead.

And, apparently, Barbia, while a demon, knows the essence of that divine art.

"He presides over Mori Luo Wang, a divine art in which the Divine Nation speaks lavishly. The essence of it. Earlier, they only showed it to me. No, let me experience it."

Barbia carrying slightly flowing blood from her neck with her fingers, to her mouth. While doing so, I look at Alex's torso, which I should have thought had been slashed with a twig.

"It is in words that the essence dwells. Manipulate Morinawa as you wish with the words you utter, creating and changing the world. If you say," The sword won't arrive, "no matter how much time I pack, the cut won't arrive. If they say I'm inferior to swordsmanship, even with my antagonistic skill, I'm no longer hostile. What is scary is the coercion that what you say is true. Nothing can resist the domination of events"

If Alex says it's "not hot," even if it's a burning flame, that's all heat makes no sense. If you say "burn nothing," even the snow will burn the black flame, and even the leaves of the tree won't burn.

It's not a divine word, it's just a word to say, it governs events. That's what divinity really looks like.

The spells that people deal with interfere with the colors that fill the world, expressing a variety of phenomena and influences.

The dragon technique used by the Dragon Nation and Dragon Nation reproduces the phenomenon of contemplation with dragon qi.

Demonic magic activates the impulse of destruction by replacing it with natural phenomena such as flames and water.

And divine art, with divine power on the word, dominates as it thinks, but as it does.

"But when it comes to the divine art of Mori Luo Wang, they are not omnipotent. I'm going to prove it."

Say, Barbia says the futility story is over, and it boosts the magic.

And when he jumped without hesitation, he jumped into Alex's nostalgia.

"It's the same no matter how many times we do it. Your sword cannot slay me."

"I wonder?

Barbia waves down the Devil's Sword. Alex wipes out the Divine Sword, without leaving it to the Devil's Sword.

As Alex said, even though he was in time, the demon sword of Barbia cuts the sky.

As if slipping through the surface of an invisible barrier, all the demon swords waved to slash Alex will be emptied.

Conversely, he was slashed thinly in the chest, and Barbia blushes.

But it was Alex who gave me the look of agony.

Severe pain runs on my flank.

Alex held his flank with one hand as he let Barbia slash him.

Colour-in, and damp sensations are transmitted to the hands.

Definitely, this is blood.

Alex, who was not supposed to be slashed, had been slashed, however, by Balbia.

"Just do what you're not saying. It's just that."

do it, and Balbia grins like a ghost.

Alex taking a break, trying to get to know Barbia's M.O.

Then Barbia emits a black flame, whether it was aimed at the distance opening.

"It's no use. Your flames don't make sense!

Alex rejects the magic of black flames.

But the next moment.

Alex, who did feel the fever, acted aggressively evasive.

Blackening, black flames that use snow as a catalyst to burn.

A heat wave stroked Alex's cheek.

"It is better to reject the events you desire with magic beyond the divine power you put into your words"

Barbia emits even more black flames.

The deep valley began to erode again by black flames.

"Come on, your divine art or my magic, which is superior, let's argue!

Balbia, who glowed his demonic eyes creepily and had a ghost grin, was attacked by Alex.