247 Behind the scenes.

- Who is it?

Verga raised a willow brow between the thrones of the Imperial Castle Ebony Circle. An overtly grumpy look is unusual these days. When the neighbors except for Yut now saw it, they must have frozen their spine.

But I can't help it. Because I felt signs of foreign bodies in this world that part of her had entered. The Box Garden to make him my thing must be complete.

"Have they noticed?"

"I can't grasp the details, but it looks like there's been a breakdown. It was your fault, too."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't come out dressed badly."

On the front of Verga, a silver ash cloak appeared. That rocks, and laughs when it's even delightful. It's a naively colored, adult voice.

What can I do for you?

"What can I do for you? There's no way you can miss a successor being dropped on the path of evil."

The first to have an entity was two horns. Then a golden scale is formed and a Japanese man appears. Great shape for a disappointment. Heroes, it also reminds me of heroes of legends and stories.

Dragon Emperor.

Once Yut exchanged words among the jewels of the earth, the conqueror of Li Kutua. That residual thought was there.

"Successor? I see. The dragon man from the Far East. Speaking of which, my son-in-law kept a treasure (artifact)."

"If you mean my junior, you know everything."

"Then the countrymen will tread upon the sanctuary of their concubines with their earthly feet, and do something about it"

"Hey, I just put my destiny in the right direction.

"The concubine decides what's right"

Clearly, Verga assures you without stray or delay.

Dragon Emperor's residual thoughts gave me a bitter smile.

"I don't think so. There's nothing more you can do."

Neither humble nor alarming bluff.

He managed to intervene by hitchhiking a crack in the spirit made by his real name, when he was eager to feel the anomaly of his owner and the opportunity.

But that's all.

All you have to do is leave it to Yut.

"Then go sick."

"Let me do that. I can't stop getting wiped out here."

"You still look like you have a counterattack tag."

Dragon Emperor does not speak.

I just had a childish smile on my face, and once again I was in a state of embarrassment - disappeared.

"Son-in-law..."

An empress with grief in her eyes speaks of a name that cannot be called in this world.

Verga that created this spiritual world, but it is not possible to behave as the Creator. Unnatural interventions bankrupt the world.

So, believe me, we have to wait.

That was all she was allowed to do now.

Folio-Farina's Hundred Layer Labyrinth. The most famous dungeon in the Brewers was also the place that now produces the most intense death in this world.

Its tenacity, the Great Sage Vainamarinen, is abominably usual. There is no dirt on the robe, and there is no blood paste on either because of the demonic sword in hand or the effect of the demonized spell.

That's right, the grin is gone, but we're going to be able to fight until midnight like this.

"But it's just so hard."

69 floors underground.

On the floor, commonly known as the Warcraft Garden, Griffon's, Hippogriff's, Wyburn's, piled up the body, and Vainamarinen inhaled deeply.

The smell of blood and dust was also to be taken in together, but the feeling of oxygen staining the tired flesh is exceptional.

Exactly, there are limits to dealing with it alone.

Calmly, not weakly, Vainamarinen analyzed the current situation.

If they were gathered in one place, they could be wiped out at once, but that would probably take the city of Folio-Farina on the road.

Absolutely, I didn't have enough hands.

In such a way, to the new signs felt from behind, the Great Sage turns the cutting edge of the Devil's Sword to darkness.

But why? I immediately put my sword in my sheath.

"... Huh. I'll leave you to complain."

"Sorry I'm late, my master."

It was another great sorcerer who emerged from the darkness.

It was Mel who brought in the Black Dragon Soldier (Mavro Spartoy).

"Later, that's a good sermon"

"I hope your hands are soft"

Yes, at least only Dean Mel, smiles bitterly and narrowly.

"Hopefully, my master wanted to jump in when he was in danger, but the reality doesn't work very well."

"A hundred years early."

"A hundred years from now, they're going to say the same thing... first of all, now"

A flood of hundred layers of labyrinth. I know the cause of the outrageous mother-in-law, Koeli Renato, who is rampaging up and producing tons of monsters by the unusual.

But I can't deal with it fundamentally.

"My disciples, along with the Black Dragon Soldiers, are placed in the labyrinth and in Folio-Farina. I'll take care of that..."

"Right. Then, Mel. Do you want me to help you?"

The great sage Vainamarinen took a huge bout of diamonds out of his nostalgia. Make it a gold coin, there will be 25,000 jewels.

Seeing that, Mel could understand what spell the teacher was trying to use, but not even the specific measures.

But needless to say, what do you do?

Just the two of us, calm the flood.

We're going to do a miracle.

Alsace finally sat down with a treasure sword traitor on his hips.

With Eudit's hand in the private room of the king and his wife, he dresses up in a military costume that combines his natural charm (charisma) with the style of a famous general who has escaped the military memorial. A man will drip his head naturally and follow his life.

King Alsace was single-ridden, about to head to the north tower wall.

I've already entrusted it to you. Chancellor Dieter Schukel is also a competent figure, as is Marquis Halvani, a military adviser. There's no need to doubt that they'll put the reinforcements together.

And my father, who was king until the beginning, is alive. There is no need to stay in the Wang capital anywhere. It is urgent to stop the failure of the north tower wall.

The mouthless might call this stand play the same as it was twenty years ago. "The Book of Nothingness." (Kaios Evil) When he led the Crusaders and won hard.

As a result, the activity of the Book of Nothingness dived into the earth and Alsace himself was petrified.

Whether it's the same or not, the behavioral principle hasn't changed. Yes, he admitted it himself.

Become a hero.

Although there is a major premise of saving the country and the people from the crisis, there can be no denying that there are personal motives.

"Master Alsace..."

"Sorry, Eudit."

However, my chest hurts, considering I'm worried about my new wife because of that selfishness. Unexpectedly, she holds her eyes moisturizing and looking up, touching soft hair with a gentle wave.

They were all acts over armor, but the feelings were conveyed. As if relieved, Eudit buries his face in the cold chest armor (breast plate).

"No, Eudit wishes Alsace well from this king's capital. It's my wife's job to protect the house."

"... Nice to meet you"

Alsace answered plainly, remembering the loveliness that might not be said to her healthy wife. It's easy to punch your head, but it's too embarrassing.

When you get home, you should.

"Eudit, when I come back..."

"I think you should stop that."

Out of my arms, poor thing. But there was a voice full of majesty.

Instinctively understanding what it meant, Alsace broke his knee as he left Eudit as he was played.

He, the king of one kingdom, has few opponents to do so.

"Your wife owes you flesh. You're not on the table, but you're conscious. The suspicion that he was in close contact with his stomach is unnecessary."

"I never thought I'd see you again."

"You don't even have to be. You'll have to run errands soon."

Deep in the Kera Forest, the "ever-winning” Hellenonian Minutes Divine Body (Avatar) is stopping the ground invasion of Tura zu Ranuz, a pillar of rotten meat of the Demons (Demon Road).

That manifested itself through Eudit's flesh.

"When you say errands...?

Her knees remain broken, but she raises her face and asks directly. This is how Alsace behaved according to the directions of the Minute Divine Body.

It's a pretty different response from the Yuts, but it goes without saying which is the exception.

"My Lord, I will transfer thee north."

"... Are you sure?

Surprisingly, I stare into my eyes without light, knowing it was disrespectful.

It's an emergency.

The covenant of the gods of good and evil - the Blue Covenant (Brewers) - does not interfere in the earth. This is a fact that even children know.

In other words, things are going beyond that.

To that fact, Alsace took a breath.

"Except you're the only one who can transfer. Still going?

"From the original, I intend to"

"Goodbye."

Eudit smiles at King Alsace, who responds with a satisfactory look and a minute divine body.

"Anytime, no problem"

"You may go. You're going to the battlefield."

My hand touches Alsace's shoulder. At the same time, the testimony of the king, once carved, had fever. The moment I realized the discomfort, his appearance disappeared from the private room.

At the same time, there's light in Eudit's eyes. To the flesh, consciousness returns.

Hellenonian minutes. Neither the Divine Body, nor Alsace, are there any more.

My husband, the one he loved, headed to the battlefield.

Of course I'm willing to worry about it.

But more than that, his memorial comes true. Approaching true hope.

More than anything, I'm glad about that.

With such pride, Eudit quietly left the couple's private room behind to explain what had happened in this room.

The earth is screaming.

The earth, which sustains and gives grace to the cause of men, is tormented and dull.

The tallas task that brings it about was just going in a straight line, without worrying about the others or anything.

Once upon a time, a castle of black demons existed and insects (Insectians) set out for the earth. A six-legged whale carrying a armor travels through a wilderness where no grass grows either, collapsing the scaffold every time he walks.

I don't need sleep, I don't need rest.

I don't know what the purpose is. No, I don't even know if it has a purpose. The disaster of walking is that people walk slowly too. But it's definitely going north.

Same thing the mountains are moving.

Before that, one warrior stood up.

Too small to hold back the way you go. That's not courage, it's reckless. What I'm challenging is ravaging, not fighting.

The Barbarian Warrior (Barbarian) Exile of the Rock Giant (Jarloot) set up a weapon - Spike Flail - that had just been spotted as an anchor.

I guess that blow has shattered every obstacle. I guess I've been opening my bloodpath.

Even if that was understandable, it should be noted that in front of Talaskus, it only seemed to be a madman's business.

Dragon Scale armor is stained red in the sunset. It's about time the sun sets, but it's the kind of opponent that the expression HUGE gets stale. There is no obstacle to fighting, even if it is somewhat dark.

That sunset, however, gives a hunch as to the future of blood.

Exile today is a lump of contradiction.

Before I came here, I had a son. It's not even in the pattern, and when I'm refreshing my child, who cries fine, I get a grin.

A child who has received many blessings from the gods, can't be looking forward to the end of it. There are many things I want to teach you and do with you.

Now, I could be sure that I would grow up healthy without me. throughout the tribe, and I have no doubt that they will educate me well.

So, even in front of the Talasks giant, I felt no fear.

I don't want to die.

But I'm not going to spare my life.

It feels strange.

Even the giant Talasks are slowly approaching. Gradually, I couldn't grasp the whole picture. Sooner or later, you must only see one of your legs.

Even then, you won't recognize as much as the roadside stone, such as about yourself.

"Well, let's do it"

No fear, no feeling.

No sense of merit, no worries.

What we do, it's decided.

Hit me, turn your face over here. Hit me, hit me, hit me through.

That's just it.