We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Even a moment of distraction will definitely kill you.

We must identify Kushalira's movements and flush the blade of imminent death from all directions without dimension.

But that's the first big premise of dancing dragon swords, only the minimum conditions.

The role assigned to me is to keep Kushalila's attention, or interest, focused on myself.

If Kushalillah turns his consciousness to the other battlefields, the front will collapse as soon as possible.

That's about it, a demon king named Kushalilla had an overwhelming power.

I can't forgive my right hand for not holding the white sword.

So, an extra force enters the wooden knife of the spirit tree on your left.

A forceful slaughter was bounced off without neatly flushing Kushalilla's invisible blade.

Disfigured.

Kushalila laughs by the way, poking at my gap.

But that's my confusion.

He creates dragon spears around him like a twin princess while twisting his right leg around the axis. And blow the impending attack of Kushalillah from all directions.

In addition, they unleash dragon spears indiscriminately.

Kushalilla doesn't even try to sneak a dragon spear.

It was something I knew long before I unleashed dragon spear, but Kushalillah existed flat even with a direct hit from the dragon spear.

But.

There's something else I want!

The Sluttons, where the struggle continues.

Ten high-ranking demonic black ghosts appear to be strong enough to see them and are being driven on the defensive side.

I accidentally responded with unplanned and indiscriminate dragon art in an effort to salvage my bad hands. In the guise of the wind, he flew a dragon spear to the battlefield of the Sluttons.

Attacks released from another battlefield disrupt the movement of the ghosts.

Hopefully this will give the Sluttons some room.

If you interfere too blatantly, Kushalillah will enlighten you.

Besides, I can't afford to just turn my attention elsewhere, if that's true.

Sharpen your consciousness.

The only way to determine the existence of the invisible Kushalira is to do everything possible.

The dragon sword dance calls for a storm.

The whirlpool of dragon air rises the snow that has fallen, causing ground blizzards.

Like covering the battlefield between me and Kushalila, the storm grows more intense.

The snow dancing on the side beats pregnant my dragon qi and turned it into a sharp blade, chopping everything I touch into fine dust.

But Kushalilla continued to exist flat in the heart of the storm.

This is the Demon King.

An absolute monarch, called the Fairy Demon King.

Even thunderbolted that giant demon king, a terrible being.

My eyes captured the world of the Spirit beyond this world.

A vibrant, strange world. Spirits live, a fantasy town.

In keeping with my dragon sword dance, I can see the snow and ice spirits dancing well.

But there are very few other spirits.

Only less than half of the dragon forests and dragon king forests seem to have spirits living in this heavenly mountain range.

Sometimes a snow mountain, I didn't see any flaming spirits in particular.

And in the world of spirits, my eyes captured a different being.

Is it a man or a woman?

Is it a person or a beast?

An indescribable being drifted through the real world, eroding the world of the Spirit.

Yeah, no.

A world of multiple folds. From somewhere in it, it is more correct to describe it as existing by eroding the world of the Spirit and the real world.

If you think I'm a person, it takes the form of a person.

If you think you're a man, you look like a man.

If you realize you're an old man, you'll be an old man.

I'm sure what it really looks like is something else. However, by eroding several worlds, it hides its own existence and does not enlighten its original shape.

Why, I don't see it.

Why, I can't sense the signs.

That should be it, too.

The mysterious life form, or fairy demon king Kushalila, is what it is because the body exists in a place different from our world.

If Kushalillah stops eroding this world, she will be unable to see or feel it.

Usually, we can no longer capture the presence of Kushalillah so that ordinary people can't recognize the existence of the Spirit.

No matter how much you attack in the real world, it doesn't affect the body that exists in another world.

If you want to go through an attack, that's what you need to be destructive enough to penetrate the folded world.

It makes sense that no physical attack should work, and I'm still convinced of Kushalira's properties.

But not if you're impressed.

If we don't attack Kushalilla somehow, we won't win forever.

No, you need to win, not really.

If only we could buy time...

Kushalilla laughing like a throat ringing in the meantime.

Maybe my desperate resistance just seems like a delightful game to Kushalila.

"How long are you going to resist? Their defeat is determined. Give it up."

How easy it is to kill me if you want to. It's just that I show resistance, so I'm hanging out with the entertainment. Such signs come through with a shine.

But that's why we can't stop the resistance.

I have something to protect. [M]

I have an oath.

Besides, there are people waiting for me.

So you can't just give up.

Never, you can't lose!

"Are you the one who can make that much room?

Kushalila looks like the kind of person she wants to see.

Then a beautiful woman would be better!

It's more motivating to dance with a beautiful woman than to perform dragon sword dance with a miserable man!

"This fight is our victory. No matter how strong you are, no matter how strong you turn your back on the Great Army, the Demons cannot cross the Heavenly Mountains!

"Naïve bullshit. The magicians of the east die in time, and their resistance makes no sense. So, how do we win?

Kushalilla's attacks will never stop, even in the midst of the exchange of words.

Even I kept dancing dragon swords.

'Obsession alone can't win. Hope alone doesn't make hope come true'

"Ha ha, is that saying something about yourself?

Kushalila conspired to leave the hands of the rulers of the demonic tribe and to please his own country.

But Kushalila's ambitions were held back by us.

How much aspirations Kushalillah has. That can also be deduced from the fact that they have not yet given up their aggression against other races after being forced to change their country.

But that hope still doesn't come true.

The great armies of the Kushalillah and the devil tribes cannot cross the heavenly mountains.

I said it back to Kushalila with certainty, not a hopeful observation.

"Pleasant, pleasant. Knowing my ambitions, knowing my strengths, whilst I speak Australian? Then let me see. More power. Pull it out, soul spirit seat. '

"... I knew you knew that"

I had predictions.

As soon as he entered the country under Cushalilla's control, he was attacked. That's when I had my doubts.

I wonder why the other demons were capturing our movements exactly?

At first, I thought it was widely fought, and it just put us on the net. On second thought, if you didn't know what we were doing in the first place, you wouldn't have been defeated.

Besides, at the foot of the Heavenly Mountains, we ran into Ghost General Barbia.

Barbia told me who she was as soon as she saw me and Listeer.

The people with chestnut hair are dragon kings. Blonde blue-eyed brave. It's ridiculous to talk about that when you see people and it all looks that way.

I mean, Barbia was getting information about me and Listeer from somewhere in advance.

If so.

There is no wonder that Kushalila knows that I have given the Soul Spirit throne from the ruler of the Demonic Nation.

Yeah, I rather know and deserve it.

So, Kushalillah says. Why don't you pull out the seat of the soul spirit and fight?

But I would never ride that provocation alone!

Only the seat of the soul spirit must never be pulled out.

Me and Kushalila.

Kushalilla herself understood it, so she did not use the seat of the soul spirit, even during the unintentional beating through the chest of the eastern mage.

Besides, even in this battle, I'm not trying to pull out the throne of the soul spirit.

It is better to pluck the Soul Spirit's throne first to be the loser in this battle.

Demon sword with absolute power, the seat of the soul spirit.

Taking away the soul of everything you touch, the dreaded Devil's Sword.

Only the recognised are given to them by the rulers of the Demonic Nation, the highest weapon.

Even though they are just kushalillas, if they are slashed on the seat of the soul spirit, they will not be safe.

I know that, and Kushalila has provoked me.

But you can never pull it out.

Because.

I can't help myself. You'll never win. So rely on the seat of the soul spirit.

If it's normal, there's nothing wrong with relying on the weapons in your possession. Rather, it's his or her strength, including what kind of weapon he or she possesses.

But in this fight, it means something different.

Reliance on the seat of the Soul Spirit means begging for help from the ruler of the Demonic Nation.

Each other, owns the seat of the soul spirit.

If you pull out, the battle will be decided in an instant.

In such a battle, those who rely first on the seat of the Soul Spirit acknowledge their own lack of strength and agree that they have declared a loss from themselves.

Nevertheless, through the seat of the soul spirit, there may be a one-shot reversal.

But even the possibility of being killed in an instant comes out.

Just a little slaughtered, my soul is shattered and scattered.

I don't want such a battle of luck, nor do I want to beg the rulers of the devil clan for help.

More than that, what we need now is an unbeatable battle.

If you don't lose, you can always win.

For some reason, there was such certainty in me.

So no matter how provoked you may be, only the seat of the soul spirit will be removed.

And Kushalilla will never have the Devil's Sword, more than I won't pull the Soul Spirit's throne out first.

"What are you up to?

"That's our dialogue. Beyond the Heavenly Mountains, what are you going to do?

'Understood. Ravage the country where men live, and interest the country of concubines'

"If you want to create your own country, you just have to keep your hands on a ban in the demonic domain!

Embargo refers to land that does not extend to the rule of the Demon King and is directly controlled by the rulers of the Demon Nation.

Getting your hands on the embargo means selling fights to demonic rulers.

I don't have the nerve to sell fights to the rulers of the Demons. So invade the dominant areas of other races.

You can hear the demon king's name when he runs away from you to show the demon ruler how to fly the rebel flag!

To my provocation, but Kushalila just laughs by the way. [M]

"Before the concubine, how good the economy barks. Pleasant, pleasant. Hey, strange boy. Why don't you join my concubine's army gate?"

"No! I've been recommended by the Demon King, and now I can't be under his command!

Well, I'm not even willing to be the Demon King.

Kushalila gave up all the solicitation for my refusal, if I had no choice.

But break what you don't get. That was the Demon Clan and the Demon King.

Kushalira's magic swells more than ever.

To too many signs, I retreat after doing a dragon sword dance. That's all, Kushalillah's magic unleashed was digit-resistant.

"The afterlife is over. Would it be time to put the curtain down? Now, with their deaths, the delightful stage in the Heavenly Mountains will be a curtain '

"La," Kushalilla said.

I mean, rhetoric, including not just me, but everyone on the battlefield.

At last, Kushalila's consciousness spread beyond me to all of the battlefield.

I ended up in a situation where there was no later.

How can we crack this situation open?

A little more. Just a little more, if I can buy you some time...

Neither dragon sword dance nor dragon art works for Kushalila.

Nevertheless, we cannot remove the seat of the soul spirit.

I wonder how much more batter I have left in that situation.

Through a sense of impatience, despair began to erode my mind.

"Hang in there, hang in there"

'Don't lose!

Ares, who perceived my weakness, supports me from the inside out.

The wooden knife of the Spirit Tree enlivens me in an attempt to arouse my fighting spirit.

Oh, yeah, right.

I'm not alone.

Ares is here for me.

There's a spirit tree for me.

And everyone supports me.

Yes, I always have a lot of friends and allies I can count on.

Then, no matter how painful the battle, no matter how desperate the battlefield is, it can be overridden.

"The curtain pull comes only by the defeat of the Demons!

I proclaimed.

And the Heavenly Mountains burned up, as if to match my proclamation.