324 Storm and Flame

Old Sleighsta descends toward the heart of tens of thousands of Necromancers.

A demon tribe confused on this side that suddenly appeared. A supermassive dragon had descended from the sky and was in a state of panic.

Old Sleighsta landed to crush those demons without question.

Resistance to the extent of the Necromancer doesn't work for old Sleighsta. Necromancers crushed and extinguished without remnants. Further, Old Sleighsta turned forward, releasing a breath of darkness at the same time as the roar.

A world to be painted black. Some of the flatlands are closed to darkness like a cut off landscape. The pitch-black lightning discharges and makes everything disappear.

When the dark world and the pitch-black lightning disappeared, there was nothing left there.

Even the earth.

Largely and deeply determined surface. Traces of pitch-black thunder had created countless cliffs on the ground, and the dark world had transformed the cut into a valley of abyss.

In an instant, the rear half of the Necromancer army disappeared.

What!?

What is this power?

If I had used it in Wangdu, it wouldn't have been any more noise.

Or even the demon general Goldba, who was confirming behind the Necromancer Army, made everything disappear!?

"Hmm, if you put out too much, do you inhibit the fears of others? Not you, but let's weigh ourselves down."

"No, no, no, no, because you've already crossed your own realm of weight!

This is Old Sleighsta's real offense.

The giant demon king said he was a clan of Yin Yang dragons serving the dragon god about old Sleighsta. I don't know what the Yin Yang Dragon or Dragon God is, but knowing the power of the ancient dragon that had protected the Dragon Forest and Spirit Tree for 2,000 years, I was drained of my duodenum.

I wasn't the only one who was distracted. Those who have transferred with Old Sleighsta. Everything in the Royal Yortenitos Army and the Necromancer Army, which had been on this battlefield from the beginning, had stopped moving under barometric pressure by Old Sleighsta.

"Oh, boy. I was hoping you'd leave some fun behind."

"Behold, thou wilt have gone far enough. Help the kids wipe their asses here."

About Mr. Ashel. What makes you feel fine?

Mr. Ashel to the right of Old Sleighsta. A little late, Lily landed on the left.

This alone divided the Necromancer Army between front and back.

Oh, no. The back half has already vanished, hasn't it?

The countless cliffs and valleys of the abyss, created in an instant, continue all the way ahead, and the bottom cannot be seen in darkness.

He said that when Mr. Ashel meant it, Dragon Peak would shred and create a lake, but so would Old Sleighsta. The liver remembers that the Dragon Clan of the ancient species should not be involved in combat.

You were really a handyman in Wang Du.

Maybe the giant demon king was also on the loose.

I deplored the fact that the immeasurable being is precisely about those who cannot be inferred in everything.

"Come on, what are you blurring about? Show me your power."

Old Sleigsta turned his neck and flew a wave at everyone. Especially when it feels like the words are directed at me.

Speaking of which, I've been practicing mould practice and mock warfare scattered in moss squares, but you never showed Old Sleighsta how I was doing everything in action.

Not that Old Sleighsta showed me that overwhelming power, but it's my turn to show you growth next.

"This is what I can predict."

Aah!

Among the half-baked Necromancers, I discovered Goldba. Confirm from the head of Old Sleighsta how he will regenerate with the rotten dragon he was riding.

"Grandpa, I'm coming"

I jump off old Sleighsta's head with a spatial leap. And still stormed the Necromancer Army in a state of panic.

Everyone in the Dragon Peak Alliance starts to take me back, too, and storm off. The battlefield became noisy at once.

The flying dragons storm out of the sky. The grounddragons explode. The Dragon Warriors wipe out the Necromancers as if they were competing for arms.

It became a one-sided battle.

I also wave and thrust the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree.

Going for Demon General Goldba.

Rotten dragons are troublesome. Played means even Sleighsta's old breath couldn't make him disappear. I guess Goldba is somewhere else with the main body, too.

Raises dragon temper.

I wasn't focusing on recovery while we were all joining forces with Dada.

It emits a full-fledged dragon qi, converges and also brings a storm into the kingdom of Yortenitos. Thunder starts pounding over the sky, and rough winds flirt with the Necromancers.

In the foreground, the tornado of flames was disturbed and stormed by a winding storm.

It's Listeer!

I can't confirm my appearance with the many impending Necromancers, but I feel strongly about their existence.

The flames of Listeir's purity ascend the Necromancers.

A huge blade glowing blue was visible in the distance. The breath of darkness extends to a part of your vision. I heard whispers and instructions.

Before me, it seems that your line of brave men has fleshed out to Goldoba.

I wave a sword even more, wondering if I'll be late, too. The spatial leap narrowed the distance and took him to Goldba at once.

"This stuff, this stuff. Yeah, I can predict."

There was a demon general, Goldba, on the back of a rotten dragon two or more times bigger than Duranell.

"You think there are four ancient species of dragons from the sky? You think there's a lot of dragons and dragon tribes on the ground summoning? I'm not listening to you. Whoa!

Yeah. Because no one's teaching you.

I'm sad for you.

Together with the rotten dragon, burned and screaming by the phoenix of flames produced by Listeir, Goldba was also ringing bones all over his body and screaming.

"May, you creepy skeleton."

"The skeleton is terrible. I have to tell you I'm thin."

"It's just bone, so I don't think it's the same if you're thin..."

"I regret it, but Slutton's right this time."

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be alarmed!

"Be careful. If you touch that creepy dragon fluid, it's dangerous."

"Guys, don't be alarmed. Attack from a distance without getting close."

Dear brave man, we have a line of momentum.

Make sure Duranell releases the breath of darkness and does not lean rotten dragons. On Duranell's back, Crescio claws and a spell posture. By the side, Keeli and Inea stand up to use the spell.

Slutton is coming down from Duranell and slashed by a rotten dragon waving a blue, giant sword on the ground. Listeir uses flames to attract the attention of Goldba and Rotten Dragon. Namy moved auxiliary and was dealing with an approaching Necromancer.

But Namy's not enough. This is in the middle of a Necromancer army. A line of brave men gradually running out of time standing in Goldba in a horde of necromancers approaching from all directions.

"Whoa!

With my hanging voice, lightning struck the Necromancers who were trying to besiege the Listeers. We will then pay a few tribute to Goldba as well.

"Geez."

But for some reason, Slutton screamed.

"No, no, why are you screaming?"

A line of brave men stare at me as if I had swept away the surrounding Necromancers in a lightning strike.

"No way, are you the lightning strike now?

"Yeah. That's right!

Speaking of which, the Listeers don't know I can call thunder or storm.

"Oh, I wonder if you're the killer of that thunderstorm!

"Yep."

Suddenly, Slutton changed his blood phase and stuck it in me.

"Oh, I... I've been targeted by that thunder so many times, I'm dying."

"I don't have any idea. Isn't that a mistake!

"You've affirmed yourself now. I was running wild to death during the Great Monster Showdown!

Slutton was the only one who was after me for some reason.

Haha, and Namy laughed happily.

"Oh, then it's not me. That's a giant demon king."

Yeah. I knew it wasn't me.

I think wet clothes are terrible.

"But the current lightning strike and the lightning storm in Wangdu felt the same way. There's something similar about the storm that's starting to happen again."

I snort at Lady Celice. [M]

"The storm is me. But I'm not the thunder that drove Slutton. Only because the root of my thunder is the magic of the Demon King. Is that why you felt homogeneous?

To my explanation, my eyes dot everyone.

"It's you, Ernea, who's having a storm?

"Yeah, that's right, Keeli"

"Are you thundering with the magic of the Demon King?

"Cursed, though!

I wonder why. The more I explain, the weirder people look at me.

"Elnea, shall we talk carefully when this battle is over..."

"Yeah. I want to talk to Listaire a lot, too."

Glad to hear it. Once we settle down, we'll have a good time with the Listeers. I was so happy with Listeer's offer because I didn't think I'd be able to reunite with the Listeers until the end of my year of traveling.

All right, good luck with your temper!

"Come on, you guys... what are you talking about so long surrounded by our army?"

Oh, Goldba is back.

I should have wiped it off with a lightning strike, but I knew you'd play it. I wonder where the main body is.

"This guy... will he recover infinitely"

Slutton makes his face pull.

Both Rotten Dragon and Goldba are troublesome opponents who regenerate no matter how much they attack. Maybe the Listeers don't know about the existence of Rotten Dragons or the properties of Goldoba as a Necromancer.

Not only Goldba, but the Necromancers are back.

Everyone in the Dragon Peak Alliance ravages the Necromancer Army with overwhelming aggression. In the distance, the Royal Yortenitos Army is also beginning to fight the Necromancer Army. But I can't see the end of it in the resurrecting Necromancer, defeated or not.

Again, it makes no sense if you have to tap on the body of Goldba.

Or, no matter how many Necromancers, I feel this is unusual.

I feel something strange.

Even so, I feel like the magic is in the wrong place. It's an anomaly compared to other demon generals who have fought so far.

In the Necromancer City, he produced entire inhabitants as Necromancers, making them live a normal life. There, I feel like it's impossible to create an infinite number of tens of thousands of Necromancers.

"Kuku. It is good to twitch and weaken. How long will you be able to fight an infinite number of Necromancers in order to have the power of a thousand?

Did you feel any suspicion about this one, Goldba laughing at the scratch and the skull?

The back of the skeletal eye is burning bright red. His whole body was bone, and he was just the king of death in his creepy coat.

"Let's invite you to an endless feast of death!

Goldba opens his hands.

The resurrected Necromancers came at us all at once.

"Dear Ernea, I will always be the only one rushing."

"Hey, Mr. Lyla, I'll ask you what you're saying later."

"Lyla's a punishment."

"Be careful what you run out of Lyla."

"You guys, seriously, don't fight."

But the Necromancer was once again wiped out in an instant.

Listeers' eyes dot once again on the beautiful women who have kicked out the Necromancer.

That's crazy. This is the first time you've seen them all get together, but you know each other individually, don't you?

"Elnea, your brother's common sense is insane for everyone."

"Hijitsujitsujitsujitsujitsu"

"Yeah. That's insane."

I even came to the toddlers!

This is a battlefield, isn't it? A smiling sight that seems like it.

Priscia and Ares are grinning at each other and laughing in the atmosphere as if they were going for a walk. Above Priscia's head, Niemia, who had grown smaller, was lenient.

"You guys. I don't know if I'll ever get in your way again!

Only Goldba knew all my family.

"Come on, Elnea. Leave the Necromancers around to us. Beat your fate."

"Yeah, thanks"

Mistral waves a pitch-black single-handed stick. Luiseine unleashes her magic and the twin princesses wield the Dragon Feng Sword. Lyla overwhelms the Necromancers from above with Levaria.

Priscia and Niemia jumped on Duranell's back as a matter of course.

"Whew. What is this little girl!?

'You just have to shut up and take care of him. You look good in babysitting. "

Revaria sips Duranell over. Duranell obeys things like reluctance.

Crescio was surprised by Priscia, who suddenly appeared on Duranell's back due to a spatial leap.

"Come on, let's get serious, too"

I feel like I'm missing a lot of explanations, but that's all there is to it. I have to concentrate on the Battle of Goldba now.

Ares, who stayed beside him, nodded properly.

Ares turned into a grain of light and blended into me.

I can't say it's complete, but I receive strong power from Ares.

Ares was getting some spiritual power refills from Priscia, too, right?

Hundred times better!

I jumped into Goldba's pocket at once with a spatial leap. And dance the dragon sword dance lightly.

Maximize the power to rise.

A rough storm builds momentum and involves the Necromancer army. Seal the movement around the Necromancer with a branch of dragon qi to assist the Jortenitos army struggling with their demonic opponents. Blow the dead spirit from a remote place to the side of the Dragons and Dragons.

To a thin place it rained thunderstorms and ravaged them.

"What, you can touch this creepy dragon!?

Slutton has slammed in recklessly, so hit the leaves of the Spirit Tree to stop.

"No, you can't. I protect Mistral Dragon Qi and myself, but if I touch it normally, it corrodes."

"Whoa, whoa! Say that quickly. Eh?"

Slutton hastily dodges the liquid flown by Rotten Dragon.

"We're going after Rotten Dragons with a Ranged Attack!

Did Goldba decide to leave it to me, and the Listeers set their sights on the Rotten Dragon?

I leave it to the Mistrals to spill the Necromancers around me, and I am Goldba. The Listeers decide to share the roles of Rotten Dragon and Tae.

This is my first collaboration with my fellow Listeers!

My chest dances excitedly to a battle situation I never thought I would. More than usual, the dragon sword dance crossed.

"Come on, come on... Huh!

Goldba also responds with a bone sword created with his own bones in both hands, but the sword moves do not even reach Luilala's feet.

Crush the bone sword, slash off the arm, amputate the leg, and amputate the torso. The leaves of the spiritual tree were finely chopped and torn, and the thunder penetrated the rotten dragon, not just Goldba.

Screaming Goldba and Rotten Dragon. There the Sword of Slutton's Light strikes and drops the Rotten Dragon's neck. Burn down the rotten dragon at the head where the Listeir flames have been severed.

Leaving only my surroundings, Rotten Dragon was surrounded by purifying flames. The sluggish and rotten skin at your feet evaporates and burns. But strangely, the heat waves don't come through to me at all.

It is not a protection of the mistral. Listeer's intentionally shutting off the heat.

I have to work hard, too.

Drop your spirit deeply as you dance the dragon sword dance.

Explore the dragon vein as you instantly slash and lay low on the resurrected Goldba.

Goldba uses the dragon pulse to connect with the main body.

Look for it.

Find it.

Concentrate your spirit and explore the thin connection like a thread that connects your body to your body.

Crush several resurrections and carefully examine the next regeneration.

I found it!

And finally, I discovered a foreign object that had been distracted by the dragon pulse flow.