265 - - a thunderstorm raging in the dark

Nenemimi entrusted her mind and senses to her sister, who began to move.

Already her body is covered with the blue needle of the Thunder Needle and the blue glow of the lightning speed.

A light footstep.

The next moment, the twins are gone.

Leaving the sound of kicking on the ground behind, before they knew it, they had stepped into the giant dragon's space.

Immediately, Zoldamarg's head moves, and a horrified look flashes to Kikiriri, the leader of the group.

--A look of horror flashed across the leader, Kikiriri, and his eyes were binding.

The next moment, the warrior vanishes from the dragon's sight.

He flies right sideways at an impossible speed.

At the same time, Nenemimi's body moves to the opposite side.

Both holding axes in their hands, the two men circle around to the sides of the dragon as if they are mirrors of each other.

The black wings of the wind-swept dragon slammed into the ground as if to intercept them.

But Kikiriri is slightly faster.

The warrior's body, transformed into a gale, just barely slips inside the wings.

The accelerated arms swung toward the dragon's belly with all their might.

The blade of the vajra steel shatters the black scales with a high-pitched sound.

And on the left side of the belly, Nenemimi moved in much the same way as her sister.

Again, as if mirrored in the mirror, the two axes split the sky and strike the opposite side of the giant dragon's abdomen.

The twins bring the axes back and use the recoil to glide across the floor to gain distance.

A moment later, a tail as thick as a bundle of logs passes by where Nenemimi had been.

The lightning man's face shows no sign of impatience, even though he is being driven by the gale created by the enormous weight of the tail.

Without stopping, the two men pass in front of Zoldamarg's eyes.

The inorganic orbs of their eyes wiggle, but they seem unable to fix their gaze on the Kikiriri, who switch places with such skill.

The twins approach the giant again, this time with an axe blow to the dragon's ankle before moving away.

Then, perhaps in a burst of fighting spirit, the Kikiriri swung their axes at random--.

Immediately, several streaks of purple lightning entwine around the blade like thorns.

Curiously, a similar phenomenon occurs with Nenemimi's axe.

The twins, with their shining axes at the ready, now line up to challenge the dragon head-on.

They avoid the jaws of the dragon, which descends rapidly to bite them, by pushing each other away and separating for a moment.

Without slowing down, the two purple-eyed sisters run under the belly of the monster.

A series of hard, ear-piercing sounds rang out, and a dazzling purple light was scattered about.

Around this time, the giant dragon seems to finally recognize the twins as a troublesome opponent.

The chest seems to expand a full turn, and then there is a roar of air blowing through the long neck.

Almost immediately, Zoldamarg's jaws open up and down, and a snowstorm containing a large number of fist-sized icicles is ejected.

In an instant the freezing wind covers the floor.

If caught in it, one's body heat is quickly drained away, and the only option is to wait for death without being able to move.

The twins, however, easily saw through the signs.

Just before their breath is about to be expelled, they each approach the broken pillar and slam their axes down on it, kicking it to the floor.

Their well-proportioned bodies flutter gracefully into the air.

The next moment, they are both on top of the pillar.

The twins have safely escaped to a safe zone, but it is a rather conspicuous place, and there is no escape from the dragon's gaze.

Zoldamarg's eyes, having exhaled his breath of ice, immediately catch sight of his sister Nenemimi.

Two arrows fly out without a pause.

The dragon is shot through the soft lens, and its face shakes slightly from side to side.

The reason of the corpse is activated, and the injured eyeball immediately begins to regenerate.

But it seems that it was enough to buy him some time.

The twins jumped down to the floor where the ice storm had subsided, lifted their axes again, and began to rip off the dragon's scales.

After simultaneously firing a stunning warning arrow, Chiru moves noiselessly to the next hiding place.

Chita, who had finished firing his bow near the entrance, quickly performed a "kaze-hagakure" (concealment of wind) to make himself disappear.

The archers keep their distance from each other in order to avoid being incapacitated by the binding eye.

Exhaling white breath, the nemimis tossed their dragons nimbly and swung their axes without rest.

Their movements were like those of butterflies clad in lightning.

Despite their appearance of splendor, the path to this realm is not an easy one.

First of all, he uses his senses, which have been heightened to the maximum by the lightning needle, and his lightning eye detection to the fullest, picking up all kinds of information on the floor, walls, the movements of the dead dragons, and even the positions of his allies.

The twins move in a mirror image so that they can obtain information about what is going on behind them that they cannot obtain on their own.

However, such a large amount of information is beyond the processing capacity of the human brain.

Therefore, the twins have arrived at a method in which they synchronize their senses to reduce the overlapping information, and process it with the thoughts of two people at the same time.

Based on the information obtained in this way, they instantly determine the most appropriate action.

Of course, the human body does not move so easily and precisely once it is understood.

What made this possible were the bodies of the twins, who possessed a natural talent.

In addition, the muscle power of the lightning speed and the sliding of the leather shoes of the Thunder Beast were added to the above.

And as a result of using to the utmost limit, the two have reached a level where they can share the full effects of their martial and magical skills.

Kikiriri, a warrior, and Nenemimi, a lightning user.

The perfect combination of the twins' characteristics creates two warriors and two lightning users.

This is the way these sisters fight, and it is a strength worthy of the Kongo class that no one can imitate.

They could read any opponent's movements perfectly and easily close the gap between them by taking advantage of their weakness.

It is a technique that no one can imitate.

Nenemimi has always prided herself on this.

That was until he met that man who scratched his chin so much.

Unbelievably, Thor had managed to slip past Nenemimi's eyes and easily snatched the d*mned collar out of her sister's hands.

He even managed to return it to its original position without a trace.

Nemimimi's breathing became labored at the memory and she looked at her sister's back as she ran ahead.

Strong feelings of triumph flowed from Kikiriri's connected heart, and her anxious thoughts were quickly banished to the corner of her mind.

She is a rough-spoken and unfriendly sister, but inwardly she is timid and quite shy.

The twins' father is a Central Chinese, as indicated by the color of their hair, which is mixed with black.

Because of this, they were treated poorly in the village.

They were found at the age of twelve when they were baptized in the great temple.

The skills of the branches of the tree of skills can be confirmed as soon as they are born.

Therefore, those with rare skills or those with multiple branches are usually called to the temple immediately.

However, in the case of the root characteristic, only priests who have a special branch skill called can confirm it.

For this reason, local children were obliged to make a pilgrimage to the temple of the Grand Court in Ding, the capital of the Jingu Shrine, when they reached a certain age.

It was said that Nenemimi's was of little efficacy and that it was difficult for her to become a beast priestess.

However, the experience of sharing her senses with her sister since she was a child has blossomed into a talent as an adventurer.

The twins were thrown into a dungeon that arose in the remote region of Hakuri, where they survived and achieved excellent results.

Eventually, at the age of sixteen, they were sent to the border town of Dadan, where Zazam, the Temple Chief, became their adoptive grandfather.

From then on, they were no longer treated lightly.

Some of the scornful glances remained, but they faded as the twins showed their abilities.

That is why Nenemimi trusts in the Temple and Zazam and has suggested to her optimistic sister that they should continually show their strength.

That way they would not have to sit in the corner and be left behind again.

But that belief was not shared until they were shown the underground scene of the court temple.

The smile of an innocent little child suddenly appears in Nenemimi's mind.

However, it is quickly swept away by the strong fighting spirit of the older sister that flows into her mind.

Shaking her head, she turns to look at Kikiriri, who joyfully tosses the axe upward and twirls it in the air.

He then catches it in his right and left hands and closes one eye.

Nenemimi gripped the axe tighter as he tried to walk in front of her.

After more than an hour of mortal combat, most of the scales on Zoldamarg's abdomen turn white from the constant strikes of the lightning axe.

Up to this point, the fight had been solid and smooth.

But one's concentration does not last that long.

The eyes of the dead dragon, filled with the instinct of destruction, did not miss the momentary delay in Moldamo's recovery.

The eye that moved in a circle caught the body of the twins, who were breathing hard, mercilessly.

Instantly, the legs of the Kikiriri are sewn together and remain in place.

Once their mobility is blocked, their advantage should be lost at once.

But the twins, who should be in desperate straits, quickly exchange glances with a relaxed expression on their faces.

"It's about time, right, Nene?"

Without waiting for a response, the warrior's body released an enormous amount of fighting energy.

At the same time, two axes covered with blue lightning softly float from both hands.

They remained in the air without support, and began to spin rapidly sideways on the spot.

The same phenomenon occurs in the palm of Nenemimi's hand at a distance.

The axes continue to spin like a spinning top at a tremendous speed.

The axes suddenly disappear.

They fly into the air as if something had bounced off them.

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This is a skill of the upper branch of a one-handed axe. It is a technique to shoot an electrified weapon at a target at high speed.

The most notable feature of this skill is that it can be used without getting close to the monster.

And another is that you do not have to be in close proximity to the monster to fire.

The four axes spinning at a dizzying speed slice through the remaining scales of the dead dragon.

The sound of a rock being punched echoes through the air, and Zoldamarg twists around.

However, even though the scales on the back of the dragon's body have been removed, it is only a surface wound and far from a fatal one.

Furthermore, the two vanguard men have no more weapons to continue the battle.

In the face of this hopeless situation, Kikiriri smiles and lifts the corners of his mouth.

He stretches his arms out in front of him.

"Come on, come back!"

The moment the purple current enveloped the twins' hands, the axes, which were still in flight, changed direction at once.

As if drawing a large arc, they returned to the Lord without slowing down.

Then, just before they hit the palms of their hands, they were perfectly still in the air.

Of course, the spinning continues.

"Good boy. Now let's try again!"

Immediately, the figures of the axes disappear again, and they sprint through the air.

This is the second important part, the ability to pull the released axes to one's hand at will.

As long as Kikiriri's fighting spirit lasted, this violation could continue.

"Well, I guess I'll follow..."

Behind a pillar that had somehow collapsed, Chiru was drawing a stiff bow.

From the bow, which is drawn in a perfect circle, an arrow is shot as a ray of wind.

The wind whipped up in a whirlwind and poured down on the monster's huge frame as if it had been split into dozens of arrows.

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Arrows pour in like rain and four axes run amok.

The body of the dead dragon quickly turns from black to white.

And when the last piece of the dragon's body has changed color, Zoldamarg lays his leaning head down on the ground without effort.

His wings are broken as he lies on the floor, and his tail sways slightly and then stretches out limply.

The only moving parts of the dragon's body now were the seven eyeballs that lined the distorted face.

Kikiriri mutters in a weary tone as he looks at the eyes, each moving in its own direction as if seeking something.

"Phew ......, come on, this is where it starts. Get back into the swing of things, Nene.

The pupils of each of the seven eyeballs of the corpse dragon dilate before the warrior's words, which are far from a declaration of victory.

This is the beginning of the frenzied phase of Zoldamarg the Corpse Dragon.