We Live in Dragon’s Peak

In my arms, weakly breathing eastern mage. A bright red stained chest shows slight movement each time.

Until earlier I was spitting blood in agony and leaking agony, but had I also done enough to resist agony already, I kept that light weight in my arm and laid back.

What am I doing?

When everyone says they are desperate to fight, can we just helplessly see the eastern mage fulfill it?

The crystal taken out by the eastern mage in an attempt to exercise a remote spell is rolling away from her hand to the ground.

The crystal continued to reflect several landscapes while still reflecting the will of the surgeon.

The Sluttons were struggling.

He is heavily engaged with the demons who have emerged from the shadows, mainly the Duranell of the Ground Dragon.

Crystals that reflect what's going on outside the cave, unfortunately, don't even convey audio. So I'm not sure how it happened, but apparently there was one senior demon clan who showed betrayal.

It wields the Devil's Sword and confuses the Devils who were supposed to be one of us until earlier.

But the war situation is not fragrant.

Unlike the demons united in their black outfits, nearly ten black ghosts were all hand-worked and forced to struggle, even though Duranell.

Slutton, Tris, and Louvent were fighting successfully aiding Duranell, the center of their power, but were slowly starting to get cornered.

"Damn! If I had a holy sword too..."

How powerful can you be if I join a senior Demon opponent?

But it was more than the current situation where we had to look powerlessly at the landscape reflected in the crystal.

Ernea said it was the right material.

But that doesn't mean that I'm powerless and I don't have the skill to fight, but I want you to put your fingers around me in the back and wait for the fight to end. That much understands the spirit without mistake.

But what the hell can I do now?

The Holy Sword, in the end, could not be revived.

The eastern magician, who was the giver of the favor, is dying in my arms.

Before that, I couldn't even solve my misunderstanding of us.

Because of this, Elnea said she found a thread to solve the problem...

Knowing my agony or not, the crystal switches places from next to reflect the scenery.

Behind the black-burning valley, fierce fighting was taking place.

Lord Alex and Ghost General Barbia show each other the battle.

The reward of a sword trident that does not pull a single step from each other. In swordsmanship, whether Lord Alex possesses a stage of skill afflicts Barbia. But why are you getting hurt, Lord Alex?

Even though the blade does not touch, there are more lacerations on Lord Alex.

But Barbia also suffers from wounds.

The more you can see over the crystal, the greater the orbit of the Devil's Sword that should have been emitted sharply.

Lord Alex ignores the existence of the Devil's Sword as if he had known beforehand that the orbit would deviate and jumps into Balbia's nostalgia. And flashed the divine sword.

With a frustrating look, Barbia dodges the divine sword. But we can't completely avoid slaughter after being jumped into our nostalgia.

Barbia, slashed from jaw to cheek, flies blood.

Not surprisingly, Balbia jumps big in the rear to take the distance.

Lord Alex mumbles something.

Definitely, it would be a divine word.

Divinity activates and attacks the fleeing Barbia.

However, Balbia wears an elegant feather that does not resemble the battlefield, and dances through the universe with a glimpse of divinity. All in return, unleash magic.

My fist just watching over the crystal becomes powerful in a visibly changing offense.

The crystal reflected the next landscape.

Called the Fairy Demon King, the Demon King Kushalillah.

Elnea was given the title of Dragon King, the Dragon Nation, while being of the same race as us.

These are the two most arduous and massive fights on the battlefield.

Kushalilla, which is physically invisible, but whose existence can be confirmed by the signs that the space is shaking.

Kushalilla distorts the space loosely, as if it were a pneumonia.

You can't tell if it's a person's appearance, or if it's like a beast or any other creature, even if you just saw it.

But it definitely exists there.

No, as of this assumption, I may be misweighing the power of the Demon King.

He doesn't make you recognize the existence, even if it exists in front of you if you care about it.

And that's why even the eastern magicians, who have been protecting the Heavenly Mountains and the cultural area of the people extending west of them for hundreds of years, have been stuck by surprise and pierced through their chests.

It seems to exist there, it doesn't actually exist.

You seem to be seeing, you don't.

Even events where space is shaking may be Kushalillah's thoughts and traps.

I can't even define the existence of a demon king.

Ernea is well fought against such a terrible demon king.

But I was never in a good fight.

I can't help it.

Ernea fights as beautifully as she dances, using two swords, body art, and dragon art, if it is meant to be.

But in Ernea's right hand there was currently no white sword to rely on.

Elnea, like me, stands on the path of misery.

Even though you lose your white sword and have strange powers, you have to dance swords only with wooden swords.

That alone would be a painful battle.

Relative Demon King attributes suck.

According to a story I had heard from Ernea beforehand, a physical attack would not work on Fairy Demon King Kushalila?

No matter how sharp the blade, no matter how intense the body technique, it doesn't work for Kushalira.

When that happens, the only remaining hand is tactics that rely on surgery.

But I can't help but lean my neck.

Because.

In the past, I've seen fairy demon kings fight.

It was when the Fairy Demon King and the Giant Demon King bumped into each other in the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Arms.

Um, the terrible thunderbolt storm unleashed by the Titan's Demon King shivers from my soul even now that I remember it.

But Kushalillah made him endure the storm of thunderstorms of a giant demon king reigning in the same position.

It meant that it had strong resistance to clogging and surgery.

The endurance of Fairy Demon King Kushalillah, who also endured the magic of the Giant Demon King.

So how much can we counter the dragon art of Ernea, the Dragon King?

I didn't have to look at the crystal, I knew it.

There was a fierce blizzard, mainly in Kushalila.

Swirl violently and let the snow dance on the sidelines.

The snow turns into a sharp blade, chopping everything you touch into fine dust.

But in the heart of the blizzard, Kushalillah existed flat.

Without avoiding or preventing snow blades.

The snow blade strikes Kushalila as Ernea's sword dances. But when swallowed up by a swaying space, it disappears as if it had been denied existence.

The colour of exhaustion was beginning to be visible in Ernea because of the intense consumption of power.

He is doing his best to dance swords while pouring a large amount of sweat from his forehead even though it is winter.

But it didn't seem to work at all for Kushalillah.

Conversely, Kushalillah moves with signs of spare time.

Launch an invisible attack.

I don't know what the hell that is.

Is it shaped like a whip or like a sword or spear? In the first place, I don't even know if it has a particular shape.

Such an attack strikes Ernea.

Ernea drifts through the attack as she dances the sword.

It's a boulder, I must say.

Beautiful dancing beautifully recieves countless impending attacks from all directions.

Is consciousness oriented in all directions, there is no blind spot in Ernea?

But even such an ernea has no hands or feet on Kushalila.

As it stands, Ernea will run out, and eventually she could break her knee in front of Kushalira.

No, it's about Ernea. Whatever the situation you find yourself in, you shouldn't give up until the end.

But as far as I can think of, I don't have any more hitters.

Even if Ernea keeps fighting and letting Kushalila's consciousness point only at herself, as it is now, we are only waiting for a future of defeat.

The crystal reflected a new view.

A fierce battle that lasts outside the cave.

However, the next spark had already been dropped in the Heavenly Mountains.

More than 100,000 demonic armies march from all over the south and north.

Like a ghost in black, there's nothing like passing on shadows and going long distances all at once. But steadily, I was moving forward towards this place.

I don't know how much distance is left, though.

But for sure, the Demon Army is looming.

We have no time left.

The Sluttons are still fighting as they struggle against the demons in black.

Lord Alex is fighting each other against Ghost General Barbia.

Elnea is desperately dancing her sword so that the Demon King's threat cannot be directed at her companions.

But if more than 100,000 demonic armies reach it, everything goes to blisters.

No matter how much power you have.

In the end, we can't beat an overwhelming number of violence.

If it's dozens or hundreds, we could still do something about it.

But if you're going to get tens of thousands, tens of thousands of wave attacks or something, even the strongest fighters of the Dragon Nation will do everything in their power.

Even so, the imminent threat is over 100,000.

If the great army of demons reaches us, we will be defeated, even if the demon king does not lay down his own hands.

What am I doing in a situation of so much duress?

What can you do?

Ask yourself a question and you won't find the answer.

I'm just in a hurry, the thought of keeping it empty.

Contrary to my agony as it swells up, the magician to the east in his arms weakens his breath and loses his power.

Are you saying that it is the role given to me to see the end of the eastern magician as it is?

"Damn. Where is the stage given to me..."

My gaze falls on my helpless remorse.

Then a small life appeared in my sight.

"Elnea, your brother will be ready for you. Until then, save your English temper."

It was a young dragon that brought us all the way to this heavenly mountain range.

A dragon tribe of ancient species, named Niemia.

Duranell, Slatton's partner, and the dragon tribes who live on Dragon Peak, are the ones even the devil and god tribes fear.

But the ancient species of dragons said they had more wisdom and fighting power than even their dragons.

Its, an ancient species of dragon tribe, Niemia.

He says he is still a child dragon, but his strength does not reach even that horrible flying dragon known as Ernea or the Flaming Emperor.

Overwhelming, combat power.

Undoubtedly, of all those who stand by us on this occasion, the strongest is Niemia.

But Niemia, who was supposed to be the biggest fighter, sat beside me in a small way without going to the battlefield.

Seeing, not only did Niemia remain, but also Oz, a fox warcraft whose two tails were rare.

I wonder why.

If you are a Warcraft, you should be able to fight enough against the Demons.

If Niemia had joined the fight, the war situation might not have been more pressing.

So why did Ernea leave Niemia and Oz?

"Elnea, your brother is sweet."

Did you even read it in my mind?

Niemia said the exact answer to the question I had in mind.

"Nyah, I'm afraid of battle. So, Elnea, your brother would never tell Nyan to fight."

Speaking of which, I look back on my journey.

Ernea never asked Niemia to help her move, but she never ordered her to fight.

Neemia fought back when attacked by the demons in black, but that was not intended to annihilate, but an attack in self-defence.

I've seen Ernea's family fight before, but if you ask me, I may not have seen a scene like the one where Niemia is going on and fighting.

Always, at the end of the battle, I feel like I was showing up from inside the arms of Elnea's pocket and ear elder girl.

"Nyan."

Neemia replies cutely.

"He's kind to you in this situation."

"That's right. Elnea, your brother is so sweet. So I reach out to whoever wants to help, free of charge, and they'll definitely help me."

Niemia saw me and the East Mage.

Elnea is trying to help the magicians of the east, not just me.

"Brother Ernea, keep your word. So, believe me, we wait."

Neemia and Oz believe it.

Elnea said she was sure to unlock this predicament.

So rest assured, hold back, and wait quietly for the battle to end.

Then I'll believe you, too.

Like Elnea said, I have my part to play. I'm sure there's still a role ahead of me to play.

Then the eastern mage, who was listening to me and Niemia's conversation in a weak breath, moved.

"Demons, tribes... Biz, pour, s... SO, W... Slate, Ba, Witch..."

The eastern magician can get rid of my arm. And grab your chest painfully.

An eastern magician who spits a clot of blood.

He looked down at his chest stained in bright red and glanced at his face.

"Hey, no. Don't push it."

I rush to stop the eastern magician.

But the magician in the east, who was supposed to be dying, wielded my restraint with the strength of his thoughts.

And when I took the crystal that rolled onto the ground, I got up, looking painful.

"There's nothing more you can do now. I'm making a big deal out of it. That way, the Elneans will surely leave the Demons."

It hurts that I couldn't say.

But now is not the time to be driven by self-blame.

The eastern mage, when he took the jewel of flame out of his nostalgia, crawled out to the cave.

I don't know what the hell you're trying to do, but you can't just leave me like this.

I'll go after the eastern magician.

Along the way, he found the Holy Sword, broken and even removed from the treasure ball and left unbroken, and took it in his hand.

"What are you trying to do!?

Turn your arms around the torso of the eastern magician who was about to fall in and make him maintain his posture.

"Eun... Reus. Demon Race... Chase I... Pay... U"

What is grace?

Do you have a connection to the witch you spoke of earlier?

No, but didn't the eastern mage attack the witch with a remote spell?

The eastern magician heads outside the cave and crawls, mouthing fragments of other unbridled words.

Perhaps it is a hazy consciousness and the thoughts are not entwined.

Apparently, I can't stop the magician from moving in the east, driven by strong determination.

I had no choice but to go outside and support the magician in the east.

The influence of Ernea's dragon art extended to just the side of the cave.

Don't let the blizzard blow you away, I'll support the magicians of the east.

The eastern mage began to speak of the spell without shaking off my support.

"Are you going to use a spell!?

The crystal held by the eastern mage in his right hand reflected the fierce battle waged in the Heavenly Mountains and the invasion of the Demonic Army.

A jewel of flame gripped in his left hand glows red lotus.

Glittering, the flames dance wildly in the treasure balls.

The eastern mage began to sing spells, unimaginably smooth from a single word full of agony earlier or from a weak breath that was also breathing constantly.

The art of light unfolds into space as it responds to the spell of the eastern mage.

I'll watch right next to you, and I won't say a word about that overwhelming curse.

But it seemed quick to say no.

I literally lost my word to the spell unleashed by the eastern mage.

The blizzard, which was wild by Ernea's dragon technique, turns into a tornado of flames, creating hell in purgatory.

But that was just the beginning.

Everything in the Heavenly Mountains was burning up.