We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Proceed through a fog of deep, dark temper. Leading the way, Mr. Irie.

Irie, who is also a dragon sword dancer, waves all obstacles in a lovely smooth motion and moves forward.

Even if you're not holding the Dragon Feng Sword in both hands, Mr. Irie's dance shape is definitely that of Dragon Sword Dance.

When Mr. Irie unleashes a kick, his surroundings are fogged. A demon lurking in the back of his temper lost his hiding place and rushed to attack us. Mr. Irie double-crosses it with a dragon air blade wrapped around his arm.

Mr. Irie wraps his dragon qi around his whole body and fights with it bladed, shielded, and sometimes flickering like a coat.

The temper that touches the dragon's temper that dwells in the power of the Holy Spirit is admired, and demons and demons are cut off.

Way to use dragon air without waste. Dragon Sword Dance in love. That's Mr. Irie.

We were both happy and proud to fight together on this occasion.

Of course, I dance dragon swords with losers.

Twist your body and attack the demon, sticking out the white sword in a series of movements. He pierced the demon and blew up the rage ahead of him.

Gracefully flushes demonic attacks by connecting them to the slaughter of the wooden knife of the Spirit Tree without stopping the movement. A wooden knife of a spirit tree swung up from the lower section draws the power of the dragon pulse from the depths of the earth. Swing the drawn dragon pulse around like a water splash.

The power of the dragon pulse must help Lady Larsa, right? Besides, I'll use it too.

Ares, assimilated with me, manipulates the power of the dragon pulse that jumped from his foot. Leaf spirituality has finely chopped the demons that push it away.

The more evil signs go into the back of the temper, the more intense the temper. Still, thanks to Mr. Irie's leadership and frustration, I was able to keep my strength warm.

"I have to ask Elnea for the last tightening. Until then, leave it to this sister."

"Thank you!

I can also afford the words of a reliable senior. So I turned my consciousness to the situation elsewhere that Mr. Wender has been looking at ever since he activated his divine art.

"Ha ha!

Mr. Sefina pays both hands to the side as she is tempered.

A giant sickle approaching the fortress was bounced into the sky.

The demon king was falling in a situation of lying on the earth. Still, using his left arm, he tries to wake up his upper body and destroy everything in every fortress with a giant sickle in his right hand.

"Yeah. Kushalila, what are you doing"

"Annoying. Impossible, such as holding the power of the demon king alone forever."

The roar of a giant demon king reaches us.

Then Kushalillah shakes the space loosely, representing anger.

Turning to his vision from a distance, he was somehow beginning to see the whole picture of the battlefield.

Because the dragon tribes of ancient species are fogging my temper.

A fog of impatience that began to fade. And the upper body of the demon king you can confirm. Still, the vast majority of the demon kings were still wrapped in deep spiritual and spiritual clothing, clearly visible were giant sickles with arms and grips, and about the skulls of bulls that began to regenerate.

The demon king shakes off Kushalillah's restraint and moves his free right arm. However, the effect of the great spell "Crescent Moon Formation" is still working, and the movement is terribly heavy and dull.

And with the perfect collaboration between Mr. Sefina and the Dragon Clans, the castle fortress and the central tower seem safe.

Still, it doesn't change the harsh situation that continues to prevail. Even now, the Grounddragons are doing everything in their power to keep their boundaries in line. Ms. Sefina has resisted the attack using the junction of the Ground Dragon and the power of the Demon King, but she had already shaken her shoulders tremendously and roughed her breath.

Mr. Sefina's dragon power wasn't that great originally. Though I use the power of others well, if I had done all I could, yes, many times, the limits would have come quickly.

And when Mr. Sefina is exhausted, the junction of the castle fortress will be broken.

Of course, with the support of the giant demon kings and kushalillas, or with the continued total attack of the Sleighsta olds, it doesn't mean that the war situation will only get worse if Mr. Sefina falls. But there is a danger that one failure will lead to the collapse of the entire war situation.

In preparation for the next attack, Mr. Sefina breathes over the mansion.

There, I saw a flying figure.

"Mr. Sefina, we're here to help you."

"Oh, Mr. Anemone. Come to such a dangerous place, okay?

It was Anemone of the Dragon Nation who landed beside Mr. Sefina and put his hand on his shoulder.

Why not?

Mr. Wender's divine art, which should only convey footage. Yet I felt like the conversation between Anemone and Sefina had reached my ear.

Are you out of your mind?

Maybe I complemented the voices of Mr. Sefina and Mr. Anemone in my head after watching the movements in their mouths?

Turning their consciousness to the two of them, the continuation of the conversation read as strange.

"I have dragon treasure balls, but I'm not a warrior, so I can't fight. Master Zan tells me not to go anywhere really dangerous. But I want to help you, too. So I talked to Dragon Treasure Ball."

Talk to Dragon Treasure Ball!?

No, it's Mr. Anemone's metaphorical expression, isn't it?

The Dragon Treasure Ball inherited by Mr. Anemone is the soul of a flying dragon who was a dear friend. I'm sure Fei Long responded to Mr. Anemone's wish through the Dragon Treasure Ball.

The Anemone focuses her consciousness with her hands on Sefina's shoulder.

Then, soon a change happened to the dragon chi between the two of them.

Warm forces gush from Mr. Anemone's dragon jewels. A gentle fluctuating dragon qi like a wood leak circles Mr. Anemone's body and is poured by Mr. Sefina from his hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Sefina's dragon power, which was depleted, was filled with Mr. Anemone's dragon qi.

"Thank you, Mr. Anemone"

"You're welcome."

"Now I can still fight too."

And, from the side where Mr. Sefina moved his mouth, a large demon attacked him diving through the art of the Great Labyrinth. But neither Mr. Sefina nor Mr. Anemone have kept an eye on the movements of the demon king and have grasped the movements of the large demon who has assaulted him from the blind spot.

"Danger!"

Then I yell out in my voice.

Earlier, Mr. Irie stopped dragon sword dancing at my scream and looked back at this one. And hehe, and a grin that reassures me.

Shit!

I made the mistake of issuing a warning to Mr. Irie.

But Mr. Irie's smile didn't seem to mean that he was okay.

"Oh, Elnea. You two are gonna be fine."

"What!?

I'm confused by Mr. Irie's profound words.

But shortly afterwards I could find out what Mr. Irie meant by his words.

A large demon, who was suddenly approaching from the blind spots of Mr. Sefina and Mr. Anemone, burned up at the end of the sight his head recognized directly.

A demon wrapped in silver flames, to extinguish charcoal.

I'll take your protection.

"Thank you, Dear Zan!

"Damn, he's a baker to take care of"

Oh man, it was Zan, a dragon warrior, who showed up bitterly laughing at Mr. Anemone.

Mr. Sefina and Mr. Anemone ignored the big demon because they felt signs of Zan nearby.

I didn't know because I could see the footage, but it didn't even convey the signs.

And.

"Maybe Mr. Irie was looking at the same landscape as me from a different angle, and he was capturing Zan, too, right?

"I could see Zan struggling under the building."

Apparently, Zan fought to protect Mr. Sefina from the start!

Zane didn't come after Mr. Anemone, Mr. Anemone flew over to Zane's side.

Mr. Anemone says you can't fight because you're not a warrior, but the fearless personality that sticks you right in the middle of the battlefield, the warrior's a face loser, too, right?

After checking on Mr. Sefina and the others, I turned my mind to the next place.

The fog of disastrous temper gradually fades, on the sky.

Revaria flies as she kicks her rare temper with rough wings.

"Hawa. Master Leveria, the right arm of the demon king is free."

"Yeah, well, the Demon King's useless too."

"Then even the Titan Demon King won't be able to hold you down."

"Keep it up. Then you'll be free with your left arm."

This conversation will also be understood by the movement of the mouth. Besides, Levaria's words are conveyed in a dragon-hearted way.

The Lyras were trying to capture the demon king's movements from above and show him his next move.

As the three say, when the right arm of the demon king is followed by the left arm is also free, the attack on the aspirants and the castle itself becomes harsh.

Besides, I can't leave my free right hand like this. With your right hand, you can even peel off the Titan Demon King.

As soon as possible, I have to do something about my right arm.

"If this happens, we'll have to do it."

"If this happens, we'll have to get it out."

Thank you!

To Yufiria and Nina's readiness, all I remember is a bad feeling.

Did Lyla get chills, too, and act hastily ahead.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Dragon Nation, at the base of the right arm of the Demon King, it is a simultaneous attack!

Lila brightens her eyes blue and gives instructions to the dragon clans.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Mr. Urs, an ancient species of dragon tribe, cuts ahead and storms the demon king.

Following Mr. Urs, the dragon tribes.

And unleashed dragon tricks at the same time.

With the dazzling flash, there will be a huge explosion.

The thin temper sweeps away with a shock wave, and the right arm of the demon king blows from the base of every temper.

"We did it!

Delightful Lyla.

But the threat had not yet passed.

The demon king, who had lost his right arm, burned his eyes red in anger and rolled, opening the mouth of the bull who had made the resurrection.

"It's going to unleash a hunk of anger."

It's very dangerous.

Ufiria and Nina scream.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is evacuation.

Lila also flies instructions to the Dragon Clans who launched the total attack.

Revaria tried to distance herself from the head of the demon king when she roughly feathered four wings, large and small.

There, Ufiria and Nina make unscrupulous demands.

"I'll give you the honor. Dear Revaria, I want you to approach the head of the demon king."

"I'll give you the honor. Dear Revaria, I want you to turn to the head of the demon king."

'Don't be impotent!

That's Levaria, too, felt a sense of crisis at the concentration of temper converging behind the demon king's mouth.

Now, you should want to evacuate quickly, according to your instincts.

But if I keep overlooking the demon king's counterattack, I'm worried about the people on earth and the fortress who couldn't escape.

"Master Levalia?

"Shit, I can't help it."

While tongue-in-cheek openly, Revaria takes a path toward the giant head of the demon king.

Yufiria and Nina had their hands stuck in each other's chest valleys either to prepare themselves for the Righteousness.

"I mean, why in the valley!?

I'll catch your face. Again, I only have a bad feeling about it.

Those two have the habit of hiding their precious things behind the valley of their breasts, don't they? I mean, the two of you are trying to take something out now. And speaking of things you can hide in the valley of your breasts...

"With Uffi."

"Nina's"

Ufiria and Nina pull their hands out of each other's breasts and now hand in hand.

The twin sisters, who looked like melons, shout out their voices together and their depths.

"" Dragon Bombing!!

At the same time, in exactly the same motion, he threw something toward the surface.

Over the head of the demon king tied to the earth, some of the grains glowing in rainbow fall.

"Come on!"

Revalia, who sees the rainbow grain thrown down, escapes in a rare and hasty manner.

I panic over visible footage, too.

"Did the depths of Yufi and Nina mean 'that' after all -!

I'm sure those watching the same footage as me will wonder.

I wonder why the mystery of that twin princess is a glittering, beautiful rubble (crushed).

But you'll soon find out.

After all, he said this was the depths of Ufiria and Nina.

Some grain of light falls to earth with the blinking beauty of a star.

At the point of fall, the head of the demon king with the bull's skull had converged his temper to unleash a terrible blow.

The next moment.

First, the flash ruled the world. Then the sound of an explosion that rips your ears off and the intense shock waves spread to the world.

The earth is so torn vibrated at its feet that it cannot stand properly.

"Huh!!

I'll stretch my boundaries and overrun the shockwave.

Mr. Irie has also evacuated within my stretched boundaries, feeling in danger just before.

"Oh well. I can't believe you kept such a secret. Your sister surprised me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. My wives are disturbing you."

Me and Mr. Irie, protected by the kingdom, are safe, but not the outside.

The footage I was seeing disappears. Perhaps Mr. Wender and his men are in a situation that is not divine with the aftermath of this injustice.

The flashes emitted by the depths of Ufiria and Nina cut through the darkness of anger, and the great explosion and shockwave wiped out all the demons and demons.

And the fog of anger disappeared, and our vision improved, so that we could see a blast from our position.

Far away. There must have been the head of the regenerated demon king. But now there's no shadow or shape.

In the earth appeared a giant smear, and the demon king had made the tip disappear from his neck.

"I knew you used the Spirit Tree jewel..."

Depths of Ufiria and Nina. That is no exaggeration when it comes to the art of forbidding.

To the species of the Spirit Tree, Ufiria can breathe dragon air. Nina smelts it and turns it into a super-destructive weapon.

It's a terrible technique that once transformed a valley carved in the north of Dragon Peak into a wilderness in an instant.

"That makes sense. You said you got permission from your grandfather."

You can't collect Spirit Tree jewels without the permission of Old Sleighsta.

And it seems that Layaalin knew the depths of Ufiria and Nina beforehand.

Lady Laryaalin, a longtorso dragon tangled under the neck of the demon king, had been properly evacuated before the activation of the Righteous.

But this time again, there were also those caught in the head destruction of the demon king.

"Looks like they need to be punished later."

"Hate. Remember, ya"

Ufiria and Nina blush their faces, stared at by the giant Demon King and Kushalila.

"Master Levaria, evacuation."

Lyla, too, rushes to give Levaria instructions.

Revaria rose to the sky, roaring all the time saying it was a good nuisance.

"Come on, Elnea. This is the final phase."

To Irie's words, I switched my consciousness from a distant view to a nearby view.

We were now moving around the lower abdomen of the demon king.

Thanks to the deep righteousness of Ufiria and Nina, it cleared my mind that I was drifting around the demonic king.

Looking up, the spine of the supermassive demon king is stretched, and the bones of his chest hanging like the ceiling of a giant building.

And deep in the bosom of the demon king lying on the ground, he saw a nucleus burning up in evil.

And a little more!

If you make a few full spatial leaps, you should get to the nucleus.

Untie the line that was stretching you, and let the dragon air roll in preparation for the full spatial jump.

But it was then.

Shiatsu, and I heard an unpleasant twitch from the ground.

Fei Long's hunting grounds are still filled with the light of the moonshadow by the great magic "Crescent Moon Formation".

I look down at the moonshadow breathlessly.

Mishi, and the unpleasant sound continues.

"Elnea!

Mr. Irie screams.

"Ugh, you demon king!

I can't believe the demon king is going to show his bottom line over this period!

Underfoot overlooked. In the moonshadow, a big crack runs.

The crack spreads throughout the hunting grounds of the Fei Long, increasing the noise of stirring.

And erupting from the crack of the moonshadow was a disastrously thick temper.

The temper that should have been erased by Deity spreads instantly, allowing the fog of temper to regenerate. That's not all. The clothes of the demon king's temper are revived.

Fueled by the momentum erupted from the cracks of the moonshadow, the clothes of the moonshadow are disturbed.

It's like attacking me trying to activate a spatial leap, and I'm about to lose my temper.

As Mr. Irie rushed toward him, he kicked his ass with a kick.

"A, Mr. Irie...... the crescent moon formation!

"Apparently, Louiseine is at her limit, too. Come on, we're running out of time."

Until now, the great magic that binds demons, demons, and demon kings is about to be broken.

I don't have time.

But the core of the demon king to aspire to is already at the end of his eyes and nose.

I sink my upset mind and try to activate a spatial leap. But what pushed me there was a bunch of demons.

"Huh!!

From the cracks that ran into the moonshadow, the demons overflow one after the other as well as the temper.

The hordes of demons that emerged attacked me and Mr. Irie simultaneously, aiming at the nucleus.

"Ernea, I'll take care of this place, and you go ahead!

Mr. Irie pushes my back as I dance the dragon sword dance.

When I nodded to Ailey, I activated the spatial leap at all costs.