We Live in Dragon's Peak

It blew up the clouds, kicking around the dragon clan that was circling in the sky, and it came down.

At first I thought it was a giant chunk of white peach color. It is very, very large and looms with such mass that the dragon tribes in the sky look like small creatures.

You just have to open your mouth and stare at me and Mistral. Over the sky, flying dragons and liras are screaming blown away by the wind pressure on huge chunks.

And at the bottom of a large, muddled hole, multiple rotten dragons, unable to escape, raised multiple growls, and Goldba looked up over his head and solidified.

That comes down from heaven at high speeds, but it just seems too big and falling slowly. But a long, white peach tail burned hard into our sight as it passed between the clouds and the earth.

"Duh!!

And it falls to the ground, uttering a familiar word somewhere.

The whole thing just seemed clear for a moment.

After Mistral noticed the anomaly far above him and took me to evacuate with all his might, it fell to the jungle only a few blinks long enough, but I felt it.

I thought it was white peach at first. But I burned it in my eyes. Looking back at it, I could see that the tip of my beautiful body hair, which plays the light of the late summer sun and shines and sways in silver, was discoloured in peaches.

And I find out that it was tapping huge wings, leaving the tail nearly twice as close to the body to the inertia of falling and pulling it up.

Just before it fell to the ground, giving you a roar and vibration, and a huge amount of dirt smoke. I felt like I was gazing at it.

"Mr. Ashel, what are you doing!!!

My cry was dispelled by the royal sounds of the crumbling castle.

I can't stand on the intense vibrations associated with massive falling objects, and I get my ass cake on. A blast pushes in with tons of earthen smoke, depriving them of their sight.

If Mistral hadn't tied the line, we would have been flown like twigs, just like the Fei Dragons.

And the royal castle collapsed due to unprecedented vibrations and blasts.

Blowing earthly smoke. Beyond it, I feel signs of a royal castle that is going to disintegrate, pale in my face.

I wonder what happened to those who remained in the royal castle. The king's bedroom has Niemia, Fiorina and Reem, so at least he should be safe. But other than that. It was turning into a labyrinth, but there were supposed to be a lot of people there. Well, then, you can't stay safely underneath a broken building...

"Don't worry. I'm protecting them all."

You read my mind, you heard a familiar voice from the tip of the earthquake.

Was it Mr. Ashel's dragon trick, or the soot smoke that was blowing was paid for in an instant.

"Dear Ashel..."

Mistral's eyes are dead. I've never seen such a mistral!

But that should be it, too.

At the end of our sight, when the earth smoke cleared and the view improved, the ruined ruins of the royal castle spread.

"Ahhh......"

I'm out of line.

How did this happen!?

Why did Mr. Ashel come down from the sky!?

Trying to sort out thoughts that are confusing and don't show cohesion doesn't turn my head on too many events.

What shall I do, what shall I do?

I've done a lot of sacrifice and a lot of damage. But is this my fault?

"Hmm. Whose fault is it, Ernea? Maybe it's because of you."

There, Mr. Ashel took his neck out from the bottom of the coffin, which showed further spread.

A giant dragon the size of a mountain. It's smaller than old Sleighsta. But the dragon-like tribe is so huge that it's not even close to your feet, Mr. Ashel. The land had been decided so deeply that Mr. Ashel only gave him his neck.

Then, falling into the heart of its enclave, Mr. Ashel tramples on multiple rotten dragons and Goldba, turning this way with a clear face.

Long ears stand, and the two horns grown from the forehead are intertwined into one majestic horn. And her beautiful eyes were shining to dominate her surroundings.

It was a side-by-side deserted appearance, but no one can resist Mr. Ashel. He showed overwhelming power and presence and appeared before us.

"The people around me are under my protection, I'll tell you again. Look around a little more calmly."

Calm down in this situation, how unscrupulous I feel. I turn my gaze around again, thinking.

Then, on the rubble, many were nestled in the curtain of light. However, everyone is suddenly self-defeated by the unimaginable sight that spreads in front of them.

"If you're flying to see my loving daughter in a year, feel my daughter's dragon temper here for some reason. I was asking him how he was doing far up there, but he seemed so clumsy, so I came."

I tried to come, I don't know how to say it lightly, but it's insane to fall off without even wings.

"Hehe. My little girl there tells me something funny."

and at the end of the line of sight were all those who remained in the bedroom, wrapped in the curtain of light, just like so many people. In it, Fiorina was delighted to spread her wings with great pleasure.

The killer is Fiorina!

'Wow, your sister's mother is amazing at such a power!

No, it's too awesome...

"I saw an interesting dragon air spread. Is that it?

Ashel doesn't seem to care about the situation around her and asks me a question. I want to ask you a question, but I have no choice but to answer it.

"Yes, with my dragon technique, I took the power of a rotten dragon and tried to destroy an army of dead spirits."

"Hmm, you've grown a lot in a year."

Mr. Ashel narrowed her eyes softly and looked at me with interest.

"Enough people to keep their beloved daughter. Strange boy, Elnea. But you didn't make it."

"Yes. In fact, the dragon air is infinitely replenished from the dragon pulse. Also, there was the demon tribe of the Necromancer, so defeating the Rotten Dragon first is likely to resurrect..."

"I see, this one"

When I heard what I said, Mr. Ashel moved.

of sleigh and moved huge palms had Goldoba in captivity.

"Gutsu, who are you! Who do you think you are?"

Apparently, Mr. Ashel was detaining Goldba shortly after the fall. He said he was looking at it from the sky, and if it was as good as Mr. Ashel's, he really wouldn't have needed my explanation, but he must have figured out the situation.

But if you want her help, you don't have to tell me if you know.

"Dear Ashel, The Demons are troublesome people who transmit dragon veins and infinitely resurrect them because they are connected to the main body of their country. You need to destroy every dragon pulse to defeat it."

To Mistral's explanation, Mr. Ashel nods.

That was all.

"Kuha...... stupid!?

Kan, and dropped his mandible, and Goldba instantly became ashes.

"What..."

The ashes overflowed from Mr. Ashel's palm, without that clear resurrection of Goldoba, where Mistral was so struggling.

"I turned every magic that was in the dragon pulse into ash. Now we can't revive that mutton around here anymore."

Do you treat advanced demons as miscellaneous fish? After all, Mr. Ashel is immeasurable.

"So. One problem solved, what are we going to do with this rotten dragon that's left? For a year, you can thank me for looking at my daughter and destroy her.

"Yeah, how big is that going to ash this neighborhood?

"Right. The area where people live will disappear."

"Rejected!!

No. I can't tolerate any more damage spreading!

I'm supposed to be here to see the king, but I can't believe I just destroyed that country. It won't be a shame.

"Then what?

I stare straight back at Mr. Ashel's trying eyes. And say.

"I will beat the rotten dragon"

"You mean kill?

"No, I'm not. I'm sure with the White Sword, we can defeat the Rotten Dragon. But I heard that rotten dragon scream..."

"Absolutely. You're still thinking in a rush."

Mr. Ashel narrowed his eyes and smiled, nodding that he understood.

But there was one big problem with what I was trying to do. Rotten dragons draw power from dragon veins indefinitely. With Goldba defeated, I don't think he'll ever be resurrected, but before that, it's very difficult to take away the dragon temper of a multi-headed rotten dragon and deceive the filth.

"Then you can wither the dragon pulse around you"

"Yes?"

I think it's a better idea than I am.

"In order to partially destroy the dragon pulse, that's what Mistral would need to be as powerful as he really is. But then this neighborhood will still blow up."

That's why Mistral couldn't stab him in the stomach when he realized how to defeat Goldba.

"The magic power of the body to be in the country is not infinite, even though it will be infinitely resurrected in the advanced demonic clan. So if you keep attacking me and draining the magic lurking in the dragon pulse, I thought any of it would cut the thread of magic, but it's hard to squeeze."

Mistral laughed bitterly beside him.

"The Demon Clan and the Rotten Dragon are together. If we turn down the source of power, we will all do our best. The way to defeat Rotten Dragons, if we are Dragon Nation, keeps giving you the guts to attack that you can't get through. Or blow up the perimeter of every dragon pulse. The former is going to take a long time, and the latter is going to need the scale of the damage as they know it. But they're going to take a different approach from that, aren't they?

"Yes. But how do I wither a dragon pulse?

"What are you talking about? Just do what you did earlier. But on a larger scale."

"On a large scale…"

In the first place, are dragon veins withering or something?

I also feel uncomfortable destroying it.

dragon pulse, which is said to be the flow of life on the earth. Is it okay to destroy or wither that?

"Me and the others, if they get hurt, they bleed. But that stops right away. If it's about a scratch, the injured area won't necrotize, and if it's about that level of injury in the first place, you won't mind. With it."

"Does that mean that even if the dragon pulse around here breaks or withers a little, the earth and dragon pulse are only minor problems and will recover quickly?

That's what I'm talking about.

I see. So should I concentrate on Rotten Dragon at all costs?

"So long, Mr. Ashel. Can you just help me out a little?

"I have no choice. At the mercy of the beneficent. Now get on your back."

Mr. Ashel doesn't have to tell me what I'm trying to do.

Mr. Ashel prompts me to join Mr. Ashel on his back with Mistral on a spatial leap.

Peeping downstairs, Mr. Ashel was riding over a multi-headed rotten dragon to seal his movements.

It seems pointless to Mr. Ashel, both the rotten dragon's body, which rots everything when touched, and the rotten earth at the bottom of Mimi. Not even the tip of her beautiful, long body hair has shown any dirt, Mr. Ashel.

You're protecting yourself with complete protection, like us.

Mr. Ashel gracefully rose to the sky as he put me and Mistral on his back.

Many people on earth who were suddenly self-defeated, and the dragons who were not flown, were staring at us. And in the air, the blown flying dragons watched in awe from far away places.

Master Yugra is the only one approaching Mr. Ashel who rises.

"Oh, Yugra's boy"

"Dear Ashel, it's been a long time."

Even Master Yugra, Mr. Ashel's giant looking like a child dragon.

"Dear Ernea, Mistral..."

"Dear Ashel..."

On Master Yugra's back, Lila was stunned to open her eyes and Louiseine was pulling her face.

Speaking of which, Lyla doesn't know Mr. Ashel, does she? They're different sizes, but they look just like Niemia, so you should be able to somehow predict who they are.

"Yeah, I wonder how to explain what..."

I have to catch my face too. [M]

"Right. You are specifically acknowledged for your appreciation on the side. I've been watching it from the top and it seems to have been working for a long time."

Mr. Ashel and Master Yugra, who were familiar with each other. From behind, the tyrants were also flying bravely.

Yeah. So you're willing to lose.

Mr. Ashel, who rose to the point where the Wang capital could see, lags there. Master Yugra and the tyrant were swirling around the giant Mr. Ashel.

"Explain to the Lylas later. Then I'll go."

I set up a wooden sword with a white sword and a spirit tree once on Ashel's back. [M]

And again, now I start dancing dragon swords on Mr. Ashel's back.

If you get off the ground, you can't feel the dragon pulse. The evil signs and dragon qi of Rotten Dragon have also been undone by the overwhelming presence of Mr. Ashel at his feet.

Focus.

Tell yourself.

Focus and feel the world.

To date, I have felt the dragon pulse and felt the world by meditating.

But there is no dragon pulse flow in the sky. Instead, there was still a slight storm of dragon air that I evoked.

I can feel the world in a storm of dragon air. Then the dragon pulse should also be felt through it.

My deep sinking consciousness rides the vortex of the storm and pours down to the surface.

I sense signs of many looking up at giant dragons over the sky. Not just from the royal castle, but from the entire Wang capital.

My consciousness sinks further into the earth when I descend to the surface. And before diving deep into his consciousness, he felt the dragon pulse flowing through the land.

Come on, it's the real deal from here.

Sprinkle up the sensed dragon pulse. Instead of letting it gush naturally with dragon sword dance, let it gush with my will, at my discretion. And at the same time, he sucks up the evil, filthy dragon air of the rotten dragon he feels directly beneath.

The power of the dragon pulse rides the storm, causing a fierce vortex. The vortex of the storm wraps the grounds of the royal castle and encompasses the king's capital. And diffuse into the world as far as you can see.

Meanwhile, once the dragon qi of the rotten dragon was sucked up by the wooden knife of the spirit tree, it was converted into a clean dragon qi and melted into the storm.

"Oh, my power..."

"Suffering disappears..."

"Do you want to save us fallen to the rotten dragon..."

At the bottom of the temple, he felt a multi-headed rotten dragon looking up over his head and crying.

A multi-headed rotten dragon who wants to die proud as a dragon clan, even if it is evil. A wicked being kept by the Demons and causing great damage to this land, but I want to save them if I have the means to save them.

I led the death by dancing the unharmed dragon sword dance over the sky so that the multi-headed rotten dragon would not suffer at all.

He continues to brawl and gradually withers his surrounding dragon pulse. And take away the dragon qi of the rotten dragon and shred its regenerative power. The raw dragon air storm of desolation purifies the rotten dragon of evil.

I kept dancing. Then I felt signs of dragon air as clear as the night sky, undisturbed by the storm I had caused.

Mistral dragon air. In contrast to my rough dragon qi, a beautiful dragon qi that still looks deep and strong and spreading.

Somehow, I felt like I could manipulate Mistral's dragon qi as well.

Bring in the dragon qi of Mistral.

I think Mistral looked a little surprised nearby. But I wasn't sure I was concentrating on dragon sword dance.

Mistral's dragon air melts into my rough dragon air storm. Then, me and Mistral's dragon chi mixed, and it poured down into the world like a rain grain.

It was strange. A tornado storm that swirls roughly scratches the surface as well as the sky. But the gentle, clear Shizukuishi gently descends from heaven without being affected by the storm.

And the evil dragon air was sucked up, hit by a dragon pulse gushing from the surroundings, and a multiheaded rotten dragon bathed all over his body with a clear Shizuku, smeared and quietly lowered his six necks to the surface.

'Thank you......'

Multi-headed Rotten Dragon thanked me for some reason and closed all his eyes.

"Good night."

As I danced, I shrugged.

I don't know if my whining has arrived, but the multi-headed rotten dragon feels like he smiled satisfactorily. And one day, as we saw, the multi-headed rotten dragon disappeared without leaving a carcass behind.

Contrary to when I show up, I'll just keep dancing a little longer, as I dedicate myself to the quietly disappearing multi-headed dragon.

There must have been a lot of people who lost their lives in this commotion.

I felt like all I could do, not a witch or a cleric, was continue the dance of purifying the sorrow and suffering of all those who had died.

The storm blames it, and Shizuku descends washes away his grief and suffering.

I kept dancing on Ashel's back this day until the sun went down.