We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Hold the wooden knife of the spirit tree in your left hand.

On your right hand, hold the Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree.

Renew your body and mind and dance the dragon sword dance.

A once scattered storm of dragon air returns aboard a fierce heat wave that burns up the Heavenly Mountains.

Winding the flames of the Fire, every thing in heaven and earth is roughed up by a storm.

It's like purgatory territory produced by the gorillas.

The flames swirl with acres, bursts, and fierce momentum.

All the black-coated ghosts who have jumped from the shadows are burned by the flames, and without even leaving their terminal demons, they are wrapped in wild flames and extinguished from charcoal.

In addition, a cursed demon swordsman, who was attacking his companion with abandonment, was swallowed by a storm of flames and burned without leaving any ashes.

In the ruthless end of his people, the ten black ghosts fight.

If you are an advanced Demon, a moment of relaxation in a flaming storm leads to death.

If you don't keep retreating from the flames with all your magic, you'll quickly follow the same fate as demon swordsmen and black-coated ghosts.

But a storm of wild flames is not a transient technique.

As long as the magician's curse continues in the east, as long as I continue to dance the dragon sword dance, it will burn.

Furthermore, the flames created by the eastern mages burn what they want to burn and protect what they want to protect.

Protected by flames, Tris. You moved.

He wields a divine sword and is slashed into a black ghost with a giant body holding a war axe.

"Huh. People are getting better!

The giant black ghost wields a war axe with the momentum to blow up every flaming storm.

"Wow!!

It was you who screamed.

"Even with the divine sword, if the wielder is immature, there is not enough to fear!

Or so it may be, the war axe wielded out by the giant black ghost has crushed every right arm of you, Tris, who clenched the sword.

Smash like pottery, Tris, your black arm.

Just being stubborn, the giant black ghost wields a great war axe.

I did it, and it was you who smiled... Tris!

"Hey deer! In the first place, I'm unarmed!

You're no better than Slutton, Mr. Tris, with the grin of the bad guys.

Conversely, it was the giant black ghost who stunned and stopped moving.

"What...?

Impossible, a giant black ghost looking down at his lower abdomen.

At the end of the lowered gaze was your black right arm, Tris, which should have been crushed.

Moreover, the black hand had a two-handed sword with a thick blade and the cutting-edge pierced deep into the lower abdomen of a giant black ghost.

"You don't know, do you? My husband's a cat duke with the ability to create matter, isn't he? It's not funny how he creates a prosthetic arm!

Scream, Tris, you wield a two-handed sword with all your strength.

A giant black ghost, slashed and torn from the lower abdomen to the chest, screams.

Spitting blood, scowling at you with hatred and willingness to kill, giant black ghost. Just with the road, I squeeze my last power in an attempt to unleash an oversized magic.

"Whoa, why don't you forget this me"

There, from above, Luvent struck with a sudden descent.

Take the speed of descent, Luvent sticking out the spear.

"Crouch..."

The spear pierced through the throat of a giant black ghost, pierced the back of his head and sewed the giant onto the ground.

I don't even have to check anymore.

The giant black ghost was desperate, with the Great War Axe heavily shaken.

The storm of flames instantly swallows and burns down the black ghost of a giant body that has lost its magical junction.

Ten more black ghosts who lost their people.

Just saying it's revenge, a black ghost with a big wand unleashes magic against you, Tris.

But it was also you, Tris, who grinned too much here.

"Then, stupid!? That big shield..."

Out of line, black ghost with a big wand.

Until earlier, you didn't have a shield or anything, Tris. Soon, the black arm was equipped with a shield so huge that it could cover its entire body.

Besides, the Great Shield bounces back the landed magic straight to the black ghost with the Great Wand.

"I'm a demonic opponent, I guess I've decided to have about magic reflex protective equipment!

You, Tris, throw the great sword you held on the other side to the black ghost with the great scepter, with a curse.

Hey, how impotent!

Even I want to put in a surprise penetration.

"Whoa! God's sword, God's spear, God's arrow, eat as much as you like."

Tris, you hide in the shadow of the Great Shield, and the next time you take the Divine Maker weapon out of nowhere, you throw it at the ten surviving black ghosts.

It's a cod fight to see.

But that is the way to fight so abruptly that, on the contrary, it puzzles the demons of war.

Where the hell are those countless weapons coming from, Tris?

But I could immediately deduce that.

That is not the summoning technique of a weapon like Luvent.

You are creating a weapon of your own free will, Tris.

I see, this is how you fight, Tris.

When I deal with the Demons, I'm really inferior in strength. But I'm making up for the difference in power from a powerful enemy with that special force.

Yes. Tris, your source of power is definitely with those black arms.

Like you said, Tris, it was Mr. Astel who created that arm.

And when it comes to Mr. Astel's ability, it's material creation, isn't it?

Astel gave Tris his own abilities when he created your black arm.

Black arms not only support your routine, Tris, but also become the most important weapon in battle.

Still, you're fine and funny to be blown off that arm, Tris. Your mental strength is a big deal.

Moreover, even when one arm blew up, it was also an excellent decision to play with the ability of the remaining arm.

"Damn. I won't let Tris make a good face!

There, Slutton pops out.

Grasp the curse sword and flesh to the black ghost with courage.

Like covering for Slatton, you too, Tris, throw the weapon of the Divine Clan from next to next.

The ten surviving black ghosts began to be twisted and driven away not only by the storm of flames that burned all around them, but also by you, Tris, who fought in an outrageous way and by the sleazy slatton with skillful swordsmanship, and by Luvent, who ambushed them.

All right, that battlefield over there, it's okay!

On a blowing storm, my consciousness spreads to the Heavenly Mountains.

In a remote valley, Mr. Alex and Ghost General Barbia were mounting a strenuous offensive of retreat.

This one, if I inadvertently get my hands on it, it's going to get in the way the other way.

Believing in Alex's victory, I expand my consciousness further afield.

The Heavenly Mountains were burning everywhere.

And then, with my dragon temper, I transform into a storm.

No, the Heavenly Mountains were swallowed by a whirlpool of flames and turned into hell for the demons.

"Hate, when people are"

Kushalilla exposes her frustration to me. [M]

But I was capturing all of Kushalila's movements.

The presence of Kushalillah, as well as the murderous blade released.

"Over there."

"It's coming from here."

The gathered spirits, they tell us.

It interferes from the world of the Spirit so that I can recognize the unseen magic.

Along Kushalillah's unleashed magic trajectory, the world of the Spirit changes color. That's not all.

Apparently, the spirits clearly see Kushalila's magic. So the spirits fly around like chasing the magic unleashed.

By following the spirits' movements, I was able to fully grasp Kushalila's movements.

And if you even capture Kushalila's movements, all you have to do is dance the dragon sword calmly, as usual.

Intertwine magic with a wooden knife of a spirit tree and gracefully receive it.

In return, release the Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree.

The wooden knife of a spirit tree that exists through a world where several spaces overlap connects the body of Kushalira with the world in which it exists.

And the Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree that penetrates the world of my being and interferes with the world of Kushalira's being.

For the first time, Kushalillah showed defensive moves.

Whether it's magic or weapons, I don't know that.

However, with some force, Kushalillah plays the Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree.

After all, even though they are Kushalillah, if they put the Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree in front of them, they seem to feel threatened.

If it's normal, it's natural to take a defense against an attack. Speaking only of Kushalilla, it makes more sense than anything that you let him play defense.

I dance dragon sword dance as I lose consciousness even deeper. [M]

magnificent, graceful, and harsh.

Are you getting more irritated, or the killing and grudging that Kushalillah releases?

But chi feeds the flames and only motivates the storm.

And the killer, too, is flushed on a vortex of storms.

Besides, that's not all.

"I'm mad at you."

"More Angry"

"Yikes."

Spirits attracted to Dragon Sword Dance dance cheerfully.

For the spirits gathered in the Heavenly Mountains, it is only a lively stage performance, whether it be the killing of the Demons or the storm of wild flames.

And oiling the fire is what the cheerful spirits do.

"Let the flowers bloom in your right hand."

"Let it rain on your left."

"I miss the flames alone."

It's not just the storm. It's not fair.

The Spirit of Light and the Spirit of Darkness dance hand in hand.

The water spirits jump around.

The spirits of the earth step on, and the spirits of the wind play the melody.

"Ugh. The spirits pull me..."

"Come here"

"This way, please."

"Shall we go over there?

"When the world overlaps, it's gonna be more fun."

"No, no. That's forbidden!

As I sink my heart deeply into the world, through my consciousness, the world tries to turn multiple folds.

But that's a forbidden act.

With boundaries that must not be crossed, I set foot.

Still, the spirits perform miracles by the Great Sorcery of the East, by my massive storm dragon art, and by the Dragon Sword Dance.

Zuzu, his feet rocked violently.

Twist your torso as you wave the Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree across the side. I was surprised when I checked my surroundings with a glimmering gaze.

The Heavenly Mountains were erupting in colour.

A mountain sprays snow high.

One peak scattered petals of 10,000 colors.

One mountain ridge explodes a golden light, and one valley emits a dark spark.

Water explodes, dirt and sand strikes, and flames rumble.

Exactly, a natural mutation!

The end of the world or the beginning?

The curse, dragon air and magic filled with the Heavenly Mountains and the power of the Spirit Tree create eruptions that the gathered and lively noisy spirits have never seen or heard.

In the distance, the demons who were fleeing the storm of flames were in despair.

I scream at the great strangeness of the world and tremble in fear.

And swallowed and burned by a storm of flames from the distracted.

Not only do the ten black ghosts crowd, but the fairy demon king Kushalila stops moving stunned by this heavenly mutation.

'All the time...... What is enough to cause a horrible natural mutation? But!'

For those who cannot see the world of the Spirits, this heavenly mutation may have seemed the wrath of the world.

That's all the amazing wilderness dominated the Heavenly Mountains.

But still, it was the Demon King and Kushalillah who wouldn't give in.

Kushalillah that trembles in existence, as if to reject the world.

A seemingly invisible being feels signs of violently shaking.

At the same time, the magic expands explosively.

"Damn. I can't believe you still have all this magic...!

…………

Is it a scream or a roar of the soul?

It wasn't a voice, it wasn't a sound, but the definite vibration turned into a severe shock wave that shook us from the bottom of our hearts.

I was struck by a severe eyesight and pounded on my knees.

No way, just the current vibration stopped the dragon sword dance?

Yeah, that wasn't all.

Check your surroundings with Xia's vision.

Then the heavenly mountains, which had erupted as a result of the natural mutation, were regaining their original appearance.

The flames of sorcery that were burning were extinguishing, as was the storm that was winding the vortex.

"Hate ya. People time. '

Unlike before, Kushalillah's will to uncomfortably scratch her heart pours in.

Kushalila stares at me and blatantly hits me for killing. That's all that makes me feel like I'm about to fly.

Do people stop their concubines from being ambitious? Impossible. Unpleasant resistance, but no stopping the concubine. And... '

In the meantime, Kushalilla, laughing joyfully, turns her consciousness to the top of the cliff, in the back of the murderous temper directed at me.

I also follow Kushalila's consciousness with a hazy consciousness.

And breathtaking.

An eastern magician had fallen without power.

"The soul of the magician of the east was burnt out, which was the outline of their request. Are we done resisting them?

He was desperately speaking to the eastern magician as Listeer fluttered. But the eastern magician doesn't respond.

"The flames are gone. The storm disappeared. The spirits fled in surprise. No more wins for them. The damage was done, but the concubine won."

In the meantime, Kushalila laughs.

As Kushalila said, if the eastern mage falls, the Great Magic Flame will not burn up any more.

Was it a horrible shock wave for the spirits too, the spirits who were attracted had fled to scatter.

And the dragon sword dance was stopped, too.

I can't believe that vibration alone could easily inhibit dragon sword dance.

Perhaps even if I danced again, Kushalillah would interfere with me. And if you can't dance the dragon sword dance, the spirits won't regroup.

I turned away from the offense and was put at a disadvantage.

Kushalila looks down at me, laughing as if she was sure of the victory.

'Well, beg for your life. Then you can take him to the minister on a whim. "

"Ha, you want me to beg for my life? Besides, you're making me a minister?

Are you going to fill the holes in the army of demons you lost in this battle or the executives?

My dragon sword dance is massively powerful and destructive like an army.

Besides, three of the ten black ghosts lost their lives.

Kushalila awaits my response.

I looked up into the sky with my knees poked.

"... I am. I thought you said it first. We won this fight."

"Beyond this period, we still have such bullshit."

"Yeah, it's not bullshit. By the way, have you ever seen a shining star in the middle of the day?

"What?

Instead of begging for his life, Kushalillah turned her consciousness overhead, suspicious of me not moving her gaze from the sky.

The sun has not yet reached the middle heavens.

And the sky was brilliant with stars full of points so as to take away the brilliance of the sun.

"Fairy Demon King Kushalila. We win!