612 Suspicious Battle

You're such an idiot!

Activate a spatial jump and distance yourself from the Baltic Noir.

There was still tingling and sharp pain in the neck.

If I only react a little slower...

To the unexpected speed of the Baltic Noir, I sweat cold from all over my body.

The Baltic Noir, who missed me, stared at me with a long, thick sword.

"Don't get in trouble if they lick you. I'm still your senior."

I wasn't alarmed.

In the first place, I can do the same thing with a spatial leap if it's a motion to pack time with instant travel. Everyone and everyone moves instantly when they hang out with Priscia and the Ear Elders, and Mistrals and Dragons move at a speed that's not even noticeable.

So I can also deal adequately with the motion of the moment, the motion that my eyes cannot follow alone.

That's what I thought.

Yet...

When I realized it, Baltic Noir was in my nostalgia. On the contrary, I wasn't able to react until just before the blade approached my neck.

Something, no.

I feel uncomfortable.

Isn't that just momentary travel?

Isn't that just a move you can't keep up with your eyes?

"Mr. Elnea!

It moves like the Luiseinees panicked.

But it was Luga who stood up to his wife.

"People look big on Dragon Peak!

Were you depressed that Bartonoir had sealed your movements with one hand, or did you think that you would not make the delay in becoming a people? Luga rushing toward his wives.

"Sisters, I need backup!

Mr. Sefina intercepts Luga.

Luga rolls out a thick spear. Sefina got a sharp spike from the front with her bare hands, I thought. Flush your body loosely and take Luga's blow backwards.

Luga, who thought he had pierced Mr. Sefina, has his arm stretched out on his unexpected flattery hand. There, Ufiria and Nina pinch each other with perfect collaboration.

"Mr. Yufi, Mr. Nina!

It's not safe.

"It's dangerous."

Luga's thick tail struck from the two blind spots waving the Dragon Feng sword. But Luiseine, who houses the dragon's eye, has all the prospects.

Following the advice of Luiseine, who prefaced, Ufiria and Nina give up the blackmail and retreat.

Luga blatantly tongued, moving straight into the offense.

Luga spear fire rolling out at a speed that goes unnoticed. That's not all. The whole human dragonized Luga body is the murder weapon itself.

All of the attacks carried out from the arms as thick as the Marutai or from the majestic tail reminiscent of the Ground Dragon will be fatally wounded if properly received.

But it was Mr. Sefina who beautifully recieved that ferocious attack.

Until just before Luga's attack looms, he waits without rocking his core as fine dust as hard ice. From there, it undergoes attacks at will, like intense movements reminiscent of rapids or water flowing slowly away from obstacles.

And when you gently return to your posture like the Great River, you provoke Luga.

Mr. Sefina was in charge of the role of being subjected to Luga's onslaught.

Instead, it is the twin sisters Ufiria and Nina who are responsible for the attack.

Look at the gaps in Luga and wave the Dragon Feng Sword.

Continuous attacks and dragon tricks carried out from perfect collaboration are not easy to absorb, even by warriors of war.

Luga also avoids working with the twins with reluctance and blatant avoidance. And hatefully stare at the three sisters.

For Luga, we're a human race.

You must also think of it as an inferior race that is not enough to take for a dragon tribe that boasts an overwhelming fighting power.

But I have trouble getting a sweet look at it.

Even they have wandered through countless training grounds with me.

If you're cautious about people, it's Luga who loses.

Luga fights back in a harsh manner.

But it was Louiseine's dragon's eye that showed the lead there.

"Dragon art will come. Avoid it!

Following Luiseine's advice, Ms. Sefina, who was about to receive Luga's attack, changes her movements. If you make a big jump, take a distance from Luga and choose a safe way to avoid it.

Luiseine stood around well.

If Louiseine, who houses the dragon's eye, joins the attack, the three sisters should be able to take a more affordable strategy than they can now.

But Luiseine just overlooks (fumbles) the battlefield from where he took a step back, precisely above the back of the ground dragon, and gives precise instructions to the three sisters.

He keeps the dragon's eyes from being enlightened by Bartonoir, Luga, and the rainbow dragon that remains hidden from him.

For the Dragon Nation and the Dragon Nation, the Dragon Eye is the natural enemy itself. If Luiseine's dragon eye is exposed, it could be targeted not only by hiding rainbow dragons, but also by concentrating from Bartonoir and Luga.

When that happens, Luiseine also knows it's too dangerous.

That's why I'm retreating backwards and reading my movements under the guise of advice.

The two Dragon warriors are joining forces before the skilful collaboration of the three sisters.

He may be deciding that he can overwhelm Luga by letting them fight like this rather than breaking in between the three sisters.

And the two warriors couldn't even fight me and Bartonoir.

"Come on!"

Avoid the blow of the Baltic Noir that came to the torso with a single haircut using a spatial leap.

Bartonoir swung through his sword at his leisure, looking for me who ran away. And when you pack an intermission in an instant, you wield a long, meaty sword for a deadly blow.

I'm getting away.

I can't even afford a dragon sword dance. Bartonoir moved so fast that he had to dodge it with a spatial leap, as he did every time.

... No, I'm not responding well.

Again, it's weird.

For some reason, I can't keep up with Bartonoir's movements.

When I realize it, I'm in time and I'm in a crisis situation.

Indeed, the Baltic Noir moves fast, accurately and intensely. But if this is about it, Mistral is better up there, and there's no way he can't get out of response!

Even as I calmly analyzed the war situation, I was unilaterally pushed from the Baltic Noir.

Again, that moment of travel is troublesome.

Without even grasping the moment of activation, we are easily broken into in time.

That's not all.

Baltic noir moves unusually fast following from instantaneous travel.

If you thought you were in an unreachable position at the tip of your sword until a moment ago, the next moment you're in time. And that's not the end of it, it's about to be slaughtered.

Nevertheless, I still honestly don't see why Bartonoir is showing such an overwhelming move over this one.

Something's wrong with me. I just don't know what kind of discomfort that is.

But something's different after all. Am I missing something?

But I don't know who that is.

If there's any hang-ups, I might notice...

As far as I'm concerned, I want to be a dragon warrior or anyone else to change the situation.

But even with the addition of dragon warriors here, they could be killed in an instant if they can't cope with Bartonoir's movements.

"Holy shit!

Wave the white sword as you dance the leaves of the spirit tree.

Bartonoir flushes a white sword as he waves his long sword at a speed he can follow with his eyes.

The blades of the leaves of the countless spiritual trees that struck the Baltic Noir at the same time as the White Sword are shaken away and unreachable by an incredible force.

I start with the blow of the White Sword and try to dance the Dragon Sword.

But the Baltic Noir moves faster than I can connect to the next move.

"Ugh..."

I could have followed you with my eyes until the last move!

The long sword, which I thought had received the white sword, was stretched out to stab me in the neck the next moment.

Hardly. Only moments of moments can react to Baltic Noir attacks.

But I can't avoid it with my movements.

So I had no choice, or that was the only way, so I fled out of time with a spatial leap.

"I can't believe this much..."

How to fight an unbeatable battle with your dragon sword dance, not. I'm not talking about that dimension.

Running away is all I have, and I can't even grasp the thread of a counterattack. On the contrary, a moment's gap is directly linked to death.

Is this the move of the predecessor...

Is it the strength of those who were chosen long before us and have been involved in the world?

I was short of breath and sweating all over my body with my shoulders wide up and down, even though I was just running away from it almost by a spatial leap.

"What's up? I'm not gonna let you tell me you got a fancy word for standing in front of me to that extent?

Bartonoir sees me when he says that the real battle is not like this.

Well, yeah.

Bartonoir is still just waving his sword with a speeding motion that doesn't go unnoticed.

I'm sure he's got a lot of moves and tricks, but he hasn't shown them yet.

Yet I already have no choice but to flee.

Am I so weak...

Despair eats my heart black. [M]

But you can't put your hands down holding the sword.

If I lose, danger is imminent for my family. And disaster looms upon the fellow inhabitants of Dragon Peak and the demons.

I can't beat Baltic Noir right now.

But you'll never lose!

I look back strongly on Bartonoir's eyes.

"Good eyes. That's who stands in front of me."

Say, Bartonoir put up a long sword.

The golden texts that float across a wide range of blue bodies add even more radiance.

I'll set you up.

"Doraaaaaa!!

"Whoa!?

Bartonol was about to jump into my time.

But there was a shadow that jumped the other way into the Baltic Noir.

The Baltic Noir rushes to evade the strike.

"Mr. Irie!

It was Mr. Irie, guardian of the dragon altar, who showed up with a jump kick in the baltic noir.

"Oh, Herneau. Doesn't that seem like a long struggle?

"Meh, it's not nice..."

Mr. Irie turned to me and smiled, not at Bartonoir, who dodged the jump kick.

"Well, I wonder if lack of experience is the one. Then leave it to your sister."

Say, Mr. Irie finally turns to Baltic Noir.

The gazed Baltic Noir had what a complicated look.

"Oh, my God. I didn't know any trespassers would show up here."

"You're rude to me!

Mr. Irie puts a penetration into the bitter Bartonoir.

Words are light on each other, but signs are strained.

"Be careful, Mr. Irie. Baltic noir is terribly fast."

"Phew...... Elnea, you saw 'fast', didn't you?

"What?"

What do you mean?

The answer to Bartonoir's different movements. I felt like something was past my head that might give me that clue, but I can't afford to be checking.

Mr. Irie carefully works out his dragon's temper as he weighs in with Bartonoir.

And then I went in without a coward.

"Wow!

With his masculine wild voice, his fist is released.

Speaking of which, when you don't have the Dragon Feng Sword, Mr. Irie is a handless dragon sword dancer, isn't he? It's a dragon sword dance, too.

Bartonoir waves his long sword and tries to pay for Mr. Irie's fist. It's a sword muscle that tries to slash off every arm.

Mr. Irie puts it down with bare hands.

"Wow, that's a cod fortification."

The face of the Baltic Noir is drawn.

Ms. Irie laughs cold at such a change in Baltic Noir's expression and rolls it out in a continuous movement flowing through her kicks and fists.

"I don't like raw hatred and a bearded man like you. I like a pretty girl like you, Elnea!

"I didn't ask you what you liked!

Bartonoir masterfully dances the handless dragon sword dance Mr. Irie rolls out. But I started to retreat.

Obviously, Mr. Irie is pushing!

But it's weird.

When I was there, I saw a movement that seemed to finally react.

The Baltic Noir meeting with Mr. Irie is certainly moving fast, but it wasn't as fast as I could follow it with my eyes.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Leave the sinner alone!

Mr. Irie's series of attacks caused Baltic Noir to fall back a long way.

And look disgusting.

"Oh man. I didn't know there was such a monster hidden in Dragon Peak"

Apparently, Bartonoir didn't know about Mr. Irie, who was stuck on the dragon's altar. Didn't you get caught up in the sources?

Whatever it is, we seem to have decided that the situation is unfavourable to the appearance of an unexpected ambush.

"Luga, shall we leave here? Keep it up. Then it's too bad for us."

But Luga couldn't afford to listen to Bartonoir.

Unlike me, my wives were pushing Luga.

"People, you bastards! Damn it. Ahhhh!

There are countless wounds all over the barking Luga.

To anger and hatred, Luga's face was ugly and distorted.

Bartonoir smacks his tongue here for the first time.

And I called the Rainbow Dragon's name.

"Gaff!"

Answer the call, the space shakes.

"Whoa, this isn't hard!

In the huge signs and shadows that suddenly appeared behind Bartonoir, Mr. Irie gave up pursuit and retreated beside me.

Bartonoir jumped back and jumped on the back of the rainbow dragon guff.

Gaff stretches his two necks when he makes sure Bartonoir is firmly on his back.

For one thing, to Mr. Sefina and the others.

A sharp fang struck and Ufiria, Nina and Mr. Sefina retreated to Luiseine's place.

Another head, approaching Luga. And then he shook Luga in.

"Shit, get off me!

Two-headed rainbow dragon guff rugged me.

Bartonoir uttered words to teach the deaf child from Gaff's back.

"Luga, why don't you give me a break? If it seems too reckless, let the guff bite you off like this?

That word of Bartonoir alone makes Luga an adult.

Gaff feathered his wings as he held Luga as he grew up. And to Niemia, who waited over, the space gives off a swaying roar.

"Snow Dragon Little Girl, if you don't want to die, don't stand in front of me"

"Nha!?

Neemia hastily dodged the ghastly threat of Gaff.

Gaff rises to the sky in front of us, where he can only be dropped off without a hand.

In doing so, it blends into space with Luga with Bartonoir.

Ugh.

Are we going to miss the Baltic Noirs?

We look up at the rising guff.

But there, from the shadows of the clouds far above, the shadows of the angry Red Lotus plummeted.

"Sometimes resentment, thoughtful!!

Ruler of the sky at Dragon Peak. Leveria's sharp and vicious fangs devoured deep into Gaff's neck.