We Live in Dragon's Peak

I have settled with Dragon King Berigh. That way, the rest of the problem is the Demon Army and the Herd of Warcraft.

Interrupt the dragon sword dance and turn your consciousness to the dragon art storm whose power is beginning to subside.

Belleague also wakes up wounded bodies and sees a storm of scale that I have wreaked, involving the battlefield.

"You. So, what are we gonna do with this?

Even now, Berigh sighs at the scale of storm dragon art. I laughed at him and waved the white sword in my right hand.

Changes appear in storms that were ravaging rocks, dirt and sand, and involving demons and warcraft. A downward force was added to the storm that was winding everything up and dominating the foothills of the Nimbren alpine by the storm.

Screams, roars, and the sound of giant rocks falling to the surface echo the battlefield.

There, moreover, the rain of thunder accumulated over the sky begins to pour, and the earth turns into a hell of a picture of an annoying cry for the Demons and the Warcraft.

"I don't know what I'm talking about, but it's a dragon trick on a frightened scale."

Sigh like a belligerent frightened beside you.

No, you're still grown up. I want to say.

The treasure balls of the Spirit Tree embedded in the White Sword's sword are much less powerful than they were at one time. That's what I wanted myself to do, but this is how I activate the storm dragon technique, and when it rains thunder, I feel strong.

Now, low-level demons and warcraft are devastated by storm dragon art, but intermediate demons and others have evacuated to escape difficulties and have not had much effect on them.

Well, that's not why I'm not doing everything I can. This time it's a technique I've focused on to defeat the Belligerents, not to mention the Demons.

But I think that's good. This is what I deserve right now. I am not asking for strength until I am cursed.

It can't be that I, the man, am just flirting with the demonic army like this. Anyway, normal people struggle with lower demon tribes as well.

Thinking about it, I guess I'm not normal anymore.

It makes me feel happy, sad, complicated.

But that room just disappeared.

That's crazy.

The dragon art of the storm has spread all over the battlefield, informing me of the existence of demons, warcraft, and dragon men.

But among the signs of hundreds of thousands, I don't feel any sign of a horrible superior demon clan.

What I can feel is up to about an intermediate Demon tribe at best. The Intermediate Demons have also tried to withstand my storm dragon art and are fighting dragon warriors to the death.

But after all, I don't feel any sign of an advanced demon tribe that is more than that.

Even that demon king Kushalillah's demonic capital endured my cursed dragon art, a superior demon clan of horrible beings. As one of those signs, it doesn't exist on this battlefield.

No way, the advanced demons are not in the war?

In the first place, I don't want to think about the existence of so many demons. But it's weird not to be alone in the army of demons.

Above all.

I wasn't even able to grasp the signs of someone important who had to be on this battlefield.

He's not here.

General Neritz is nowhere on the battlefield.

This can't be. I can't believe the General who led the Demons and Warcraft and attacked the Nimbren Alpine disappeared from the battlefield.

Belleague notices how surprised I am.

"What's wrong with you?

A belligerent might know. He attacked the Nimbren Alpine with the Demon Nation, so he may be grasping the Demon Nation's movements.

Louiseine's screams blocked my voice from asking questions.

"Mr. Ernea!!

My body reacted aggressively to the warnings of stuffing my feathers from behind. Grab the belligerent beside you and make a spatial leap without question.

After a few moments. A ray of light ran from north to south on the battlefield that was spreading at the foot of the Nimbren alpine.

"Huh!"

I made a spatial leap with all my might. He caught Luiseine in an instant, leaving the battlefield greatly the next moment.

But if you're late even for a moment. Without Luiseine's pre-fetched warning......

Luiseine and I were stunned by the tragic scene that spread in front of us.

At his feet, a belligerent with a continuous spatial leap had a distressed look on his face. But just like us, it's breathtaking to see where it was until now.

"What the hell is this..."

What happened?

I guess Beligue didn't understand.

The golden rays, like those emitted by the legendary hero Dragon Yugra, disintegrated the battlefield in an instant. To the power of the misdigit dragon technique, a bewildered belligerent.

But me and Louiseine knew.

What happened? Who unleashed the dragon trick?

My gaze and that of Louiseine was shifting from a tragic battlefield trail to the north.

Above, Levaria growls with vigilance and intimidation.

Furthermore, Fiorina's will spread across Dragon Peak, like ripples floating on the water, from above Lily's back, who was asking about the war on the clouds.

As expected, you're here.

"You're here."

Swallow the sauce and spit. The back of his throat, which was tense, moisturizes just a little.

With our gaze, Beligue stares north.

"Hey, here he comes..."

"Was this... were the Erneas reading about this happening?

Heorona and Jura, the dragon kings who were running around the battlefield, came to my side as they turned their guard to the north.

"Yes. I expected this to happen. Or should I say I set it up that way?

No longer was this a battlefield.

In an instant to those who suddenly appear, the Demon Army is driven to destruction, and the remaining Demons are beginning to flee to scatter. Has the reign expired, and the Warcraft also return to the back of the nature of Dragon Peak?

The dragon warriors had moved into action commensurate with their abilities before the fierce battle that would begin.

"That's what I expected?

Wide battlefield trail. And he that stood at the north end of it feathered the creepy wings of his back, and descended slowly before us.

"Alta......"

Berik recovers from strong nausea and sets up a two-handed hammer.

"I've been waiting. We will defeat you this time."

Alta's gaze was on me alone.

I've already done my dragonization.

Black, smooth, leather armor that covers your entire body. From its back, it produces creepy, bent wings, and a thick, ferocious tail slaps the ground.

From the head, two crooked horns appear, breaking through the head of the helmet that only peeks into the eyes and mouth.

And on both hands was a huge double-edged sword, like a great sword shining in gold.

"I thought this was the only way to attract you that dazzled me"

Behind my back, Louiseine retreats as she alerts Alta. Berigu, Heorona and Jura are also urged to step back from Luiseine.

Luiseine, who still pushes back the surprised dragon kings.

That's good.

We need the dragon kings to help us, too.

So I'll take care of Alta.

Me and Alta stare at each other.

"You sincerely hate Dragon Peak. I'm trying to destroy everything. Yet you hide yourself because you can't deal with all the dragons and dragons on one side. So he was setting a goal and identifying who and where he could defeat."

Alta responds silently to my words.

"Then you just have to adjust the terms. You were against us once. [M] No, twice with me. So I thought if I used my powers at Dragon Peak, I would perceive it and show up. Because he thinks there's a Mistral beside me."

Alta's biggest aim is Princess Dragon's Mistral. If we can defeat her, we can make ourselves known throughout Dragon Peak for our existence and horror. And if you have enough power to defeat Princess Dragon, you can overwhelm the others.

And the storm dragon technique I use is remarkable, even if it's far from scale and effect.

The storm dragon technique also served as a landmark against Orta.

"That's why you thought you'd be the first to target us. No?"

I smile invincibly and make room. [M]

But inside, I can't afford it.

In the northernmost village, he was overwhelmed by Orta. If Mistral hadn't been here, we would certainly have died there.

Obviously, I'm about to fight my opponent. [M]

Desperately restraining the hand with the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree is about to tremble. Standing in front of me, I can put my strength into my lower body, which is about to flaunt a horrible killer alter.

"You don't deal with them. Get Princess Dragon out. Or did you see that creepy look, fearless, and see?

An altera with a grin that sincerely scorns the other person.

"Creepy look? Your eyes are holes. I fell back in love with Mistral for being so beautiful."

"Kuku. You're a born fool."

"The fool is you. I can't believe I brought disaster to peaceful Dragon Peak for my crooked thoughts and ambitions!

"Peace? Do you want this rotten world to be peaceful?

"I'll tell you as many times as I can. A dragon tribe that lives simple, a dragon tribe that looks horrible but is truly intelligent and delightful. We're all good neighbors, a peaceful world!

"Do you affirm nature that trumps the weak, where warcraft and demons travel?

"That's with me wherever I live. No one is dissatisfied with that. Only weak people who don't know the breadth of the world make weak noises about that!

Alta's eyes glow sharply at my provocation.

"You are a coward, a coward, a fool. I despaired, pessimised, and made no effort to change myself in the environment in which I was placed. And I blamed others for my weakness, and I shook off the hand I was reaching out from around me, and I blocked it."

"Shut up!

"Yeah, I won't shut up. You are wrong. So we'll stop you from doing anything!

My readiness and Alta's killings collide violently.

I can't go back. There is no next battle. Let everything be decided in this battle.

Did you decide that the reward of words was pointless, that Alta was in the shape of a ghost, slashed by me?

The golden Dragon Feng Sword, shaken simultaneously from left to right, is recieved with a white sword and a wooden sword of a spirit tree. It's a heavy attack, but I can take it.

And with Ares, who is hiding her figure, she activated the spirit tree technique with all her might.

Three leaves glow adorably attached to the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree. Then an infinite number of leaves appeared around me, rambling.

"Beyond this, the art of stray!

But Alta just spotted me.

Activated is definitely a stray technique. Draw any man into deep error, and confound him.

The view around us swayed. [M] We should have started the battle in a desolate battlefield, but we were moving into the deep woods.

The signs of the Luiseinees, who were retreating behind them, were hidden, and the appearance of Levaria and Lilli over them disappeared.

"Yes, it's a stray technique. But I'm not confusing you. To keep unrelated people out of this!

"Crap. He will cut you to pieces and kill the rest of you."

"Let it be."

Let the white sword wrap a thunderbolt around it and wave. When he bumped into the Dragon Feng Sword, he scattered a fierce spark. The thunder shock shivers Alta's entire body.

Without putting your hair down, swing the wooden knife of the spirit tree around your torso. Sword tip sways loosely.

Alta's gaze swims for a moment. Cramped but set up a Dragon Feng sword to take it.

But the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree and the Dragon Feng Sword do not interact.

The leather armor on Orta's thigh contained a slash wound.

"Huh!!

Alta's expression is distorted by the attack on unexpected places.

The art of stray was applied, distorting the space of the sword tip.

Continue to summon and ramble more leaves.

To match the dragon sword dance, the blade of the leaves attacks the alter from all directions.

"Smart!"

Alta barked.

The dragon treasure sword gleams in gold, and a misdigit dragon qi explodes from the inside.

Alta waves the Dragon Feng Sword while producing a golden trajectory. From the Dragon Feng Sword, the rays were emitted. A dazzling light that follows the movement of the sword and sweeps away space.

I distance myself from the alter with a spatial leap, desperately avoiding the rays of light.

And I saw a gap, and I tried to jump into my nostalgia.

Follow a moment of discomfort and instinct and stop.

The earth crumbles and swallows the surrounding woods. And from the rift of the earth came a blade of darkness upon me.

"Ares!

In response to my voice, Ares activates the Spirit Tree technique. The crushed and torn earth gives rise to the ground, blocking it back to normal. A blade of darkness gushed from the bottom of the earth, blocked by the wall of light.

I consumed a lot of dragon chi at the price I managed to prevent Alta's dragon trick.

I feel exhausted all at once.

"It shows me the difference between you and me."

Unlike me, I'm not exhausted at all, Alta, while releasing all that dragon trick.

Immortality is the biggest obstacle, but in fact, the immeasurable dragon power you get from the three dragon treasures you enclose is also not insulting.

If it becomes a war of attrition, it will always be at a disadvantage.

I suppress dragon air consumption and set up melee warfare.

Jump into Orta's pocket yourself and dance the dragon sword dance.

Thunder strikes are effective. It penetrates the black leather armor that covers the entire body of the alter and reaches the naked body. And overwhelmed by maneuvers, it doesn't give Alta a a gap to use dragon technique.

But still, I can't hold onto Alta.

The ability of the Dragon Feng Sword to use dragon techniques similar to those of the Dragon Clan can now be used in the Alta. Dragon clans use dragon technique so that they breathe.

Every time you wave the Dragon Feng Sword, with a thick tail, a fierce dragon technique is unleashed with the attack.

As we meet with dozens, we continue to consume tons of dragon air to prevent alter dragon art.

Are you short of breath or are you out of dragon air?

When I don't know how much I've crossed my sword with Alta, I'm disfigured.

There comes an Alta blow that clears his aim.

Not surprisingly, take a distance once in a spatial leap.

That's where I realize the dragon power that kept giving me all I could.

With the distance open, Alta set out to unleash a powerful dragon technique.

I wind a storm from the storm I created above, altering the rain of thunder and dropping it again and again.

But Alta's movements don't stop.

Build up a misdigit dragon qi on the dragon feng sword of both hands and set a target for me.

No. I can't believe it's over here.

The battle with Orta is just beginning. I can't lose here right now.

I squeezed my strength and dragon qi out of the depths of my body, and I confronted Alta again.