658 Roar and thunder

Consciousness blends into the world. That conveys everyone's movements as if they were about themselves more than ever before.

"Dear Revaria, I'm stuck in the rear!

'I know!

Above, fighting was intensifying between Revaria with Lyra on board and Gaff, a double-headed ancient species of dragon.

Gaff, who took Leveria's back, looms with fierce fangs.

Revalia showed a curvy movement over the sky as he roughly feathered four wings, large and small.

Leveria survives the guff chase with a sharp deceleration and falls fast as she stays stiff. In doing so, sprinkle the red lotus flame as soon as it is allowanced toward the surrounding area.

The clouds of flames dyeing the sky bright red burn down the atmosphere.

"Hmm, did you think you could burn my scales with this much flame?"

"The time of the Flying Dragon makes me regret turning my fangs on me!

But Gaff easily breaks through the bright red flaming clouds and follows Leveria, who has descended suddenly.

"Dear Revaria, now is the time."

'Yeah, shut up!

Guff's two heads were stretched out to eat Levary's body a thousand times.

But at the end of Gaff's gaze, which broke through the clouds of flames, there was no sign of Revaria or Lila.

That should be it, too.

Leveria used a bright red burning cloud of flames blindly, and as she widened her wings wide shortly after blocking Gaff's gaze, she waited forcefully to end the steep descent.

Girari, and Levaria's four eyes glow.

From behind his wide open mouth came the flames of the Fire.

Now it's time to burn down the guff. Hellfire.

Gaff roared in anger.

From the ancient species Gaff, Levalia, the inferior flying dragon. Even so, I didn't expect you to take a small tactic instead of just turning your fangs at yourself in disgrace!

Dragon-hearted conveys Gaff's wrath.

Gaff avoids by rapidly accelerating his impending flaming breath.

There, thunderbolt!

A sudden lightning strike strikes directly at Gaff's body.

"Crouch."

"Guh."

Two-headed short screamed.

When the clouds of flame created by Levaria served their purpose, they scattered the firepowder and disappeared.

The firepowder was flowing in a thousand cuts with the thick accumulated clouds that were floating in the blue sky, and was gradually beginning to transform into a giant vortex.

On earth, I dance dragon swords. [M]

My dragon temper spreading as I danced became a storm, trying to take in the sky as well as the earth and rule the world.

And dragon air isn't the only force rising into the sky.

I freed the White Sword with all my might.

Then, the treasure balls embedded in the twilight glow blue and emit immense magic.

The magic called for thunderclouds and shook the atmosphere.

The lightning strike that struck Gaff directly was an attack from me!

Gaff, too close to the thunderclouds to avoid because of flying in the sky, follows the source of magic and hates me on earth.

'Huh, I didn't know it was a mutton fish like being attacked by people!

There, Revaria struck relentlessly.

"I'm ready."

Levaria fleshes to the guff as she pulls the remnants of the Red Lotus.

When Gaff is in good shape, he intercepts Levaria as he rushes forward.

Staggered over, two giant shadows.

"Shh!

"You busy dragonfly!

It was Gaff, the Dragon Clan of the Ancient Hand, who moved unheeded.

Gaff flicks himself to escape the fierce fangs of Revaria.

I don't exist as a superior dragon clan in Dada.

Gaff also flies around the sky in motion of more than a lined dragon clan.

Gaff inflated his dragon qi as he pulled Levary's fierce pursuit apart in a speeding flight. and, at the same time, the whole body of the guff begins to become transparent. In addition, the dragon air of the guff, which should have been exploded freed, and the signs themselves disappear from the world.

"I won't allow you to disappear!

"What!?

"Stupid!?

From Revaria's back, Lyla screams.

The two heads of the guff all sounded stunned.

Shit, Lila's eyes were glowing blue.

Gaff, who is foreseen by Lyla, is a difficult force to resist and is prevented from being transparent.

"No way."

"Even when you're a little girl of the people, you want to rule over me!

Exasperated Gaff doubles his angry growl, shooting Lyra standing on Levaria's back so forcefully that he shot her with only his gaze.

But we've been dealing with Sleighsta for a long time. There's no way Lila would atrophy with that degree of stare.

Besides, you're on the back of a partner you can count on!

"Eat it!

Lyla waves the two-handed stick of the Spirit Tree as much as she wants, without taking Guff's killing spirit as an object.

Then several balls of light shining in gold were released from the two-handed stick.

"Smart little shit!

"With that degree of dominance, can you tie me up?"

Shake off the gaze of Lyla's reign, and Gaff wings. And gently avoid Lyla's attacks.... should have.

Oh, my God! And it was precisely at this moment that the world trembled.

Revaria was aware of the movement on the ground beforehand and did not follow the guff.

Shortly after the double-headed guff was tied to Lyla's ruling eyes, something terrible was happening on the ground.

Following the dragon fang rumbling and dragon spear rumbling, Ufiria and Nina hit their next hand without question.

Yes, we know who the Big Bang is.

A tremendous substitute for freshly packed dragon chi in the Spirit Tree!

Shockwaves fly everywhere on the battlefield along with the sound of an explosion that rips your ear off.

That was, of course, the same against Levaria and Gaff, who fought death over the sky.

Regardless of Leveria, who had sensed Ufiria and Nina's movements beforehand, it was Gaff who was affected by unintended influences from another battlefield.

Largely spread wings become enemies and receive a decent shockwave. So, where he fell apart, Lila's unleashed golden dragon air bomb hit him.

Let it not be as dragon art with the Spirit Tree treasure balls as a medium, there will be a small explosion on the surface of the scales shining in the rainbow color of the guff.

But Gaff, the dragon clan of ancient hands, didn't have enough pain, he just got smashed in the tongue, and the dragon air bomb of the chase is avoided.

"Oh well, you own a lot of vicious treasure balls"

Hehe, and smiling happily on the ground was Charlotte fighting Mistral away from us.

Earthly smoke rising to heaven high.

A shockwave that diffuses destructively everywhere.

To Charlotte, who did not take it for a thing, Mistral was confronted with a rough breath on his shoulder.

"From that thunderstorm, I feel His Majesty's magic. Could it be, Ernea, that your purpose...? Hehe, if that's the case, I'd be more than welcome, though?

Charlotte looks up at the sky and asks about the thunderclouds spreading on a storm of swirling dragon air.

Charlotte, the former closest of the giant demon kings, would know what effect it would have on the treasure balls embedded in my white sword.

A beautiful treasure ball that glows blue with a white sword's twilight and guides thunderbolts.

But this was a cursed treasure ball.

Anyway, it was the giant demon king who put magic into this treasure ball.

Unleash the power of the treasure ball and I can handle the magic of thunderbolts freely.

The power is more modest than the full season, but it still has enough killing power to be buried with a single blow to the extent of an intermediate demon race.

But again, this is a cursed treasure ball with the power of the Demon Nation, and it is not capable of exercising immense power without weaknesses.

Dancing a dragon sword dance while maximizing the magic of treasure balls can put you in a runaway state where you can't stop dancing at your will.

But that wouldn't be a disadvantage if it weren't for this occasion. Because I'm not going to stop dragon sword dancing until I defeat Bartonoir.

And another thing, this treasure ball contained the greatest curse.

Yes. What Charlotte expects is the effect of this curse.

A treasure ball embedded in a white-slapel. They're connected to the magic put in there and the magic enclosed by the giant demon king.

So, the Demon King of the Titans can find out about our trends while staying far away.

In addition, you can transfer the magic of the treasure ball to me whenever and wherever you are.

Thunder runs through the swirling thunderclouds endlessly.

Dozens of them begin to descend relentlessly into our battlefield.

Rained by thunder, the battlefield moves further.

But only the battlefield between Charlotte and Mistral was an unchanged and unilateral development.

"... come on, could something happen that you would expect?

To Charlotte's monologue, Mistral responds with a smile to her temperament.

But Mistral was already full of creativity.

I should have been a dragon man, but a mistral that bleeds from all over my body.

Golden scales close to silver floating around the neck are stained with blood and have peeled off in some places.

The wings were also damaged and the left arm was lowered without force.

Um, I can't believe Princess Dragon's Mistral has no hands or feet at all!

I'm annoyed by the feeling of impatience.

But you were sensitive to these signs, and Mistral shrugged at me far away.

"You do what you can. 'Cause I'm fine."

My consciousness pervades the world picks up Mistral's words. Mistral, too, didn't scream or squeal because he knew it was going to pass on to me, did he?

Then I have to live up to Mistral's trust!

Defeat the Baltic Noir and rush for Mistral backup.

Shaking off the impatience and frustration that was about to erode my mind, I concentrate on dragon sword dance.

"Individually, but foreseeably all. Terrible junior. But that's why it's funny."

The battle between Bartonoir and me also continued.

Seeing as the moves have been broken. No, Bartonoir has changed his tactics.

Bartonoir's swordsmanship, which has challenged me to a head-on melee, was superb.

Kill my swords and flush my body. [M] While doing so, he masterfully strikes back.

Bartonoir's rapidly woven sword trident presses me to stop my dragon sword dance.

But I'm also the rightful successor to Dragon Sword Dance. Do not slay the Baltic Noir, and do not loosen the hand of the attack.

The meeting between me and Bartonoir was dozens and dozens of rounds, each time a fierce spark scattered, and the sound of slaughter echoed.

Bartonoir, moreover, has weaved the art as well.

The curse-like sword used during spells is repeatedly disappeared when intricate patterns appear.

Every time, I get Bartonoir.

Sometimes your body gets heavier suddenly. Suddenly your vision darkens or something. It is always other times to suffer mental anomalies, and even more varied that the Baltic Noir is a remnant or subjected to a physical attack other than a sword trident.

But I'm going to break that story.

I know.

Connected to the world, I can see the art of baltic noir.

The world tells me.

Whenever Bartonoir activates a technique, the world reacts.

I, assimilating myself with Mr. Ares, was watching the world of the Spirit.

Although the art of Bartonoir's use is not spiritual, the world of colorful spirits communicates change sensitively.

That's not all.

The atmosphere, the earth, nature. And more importantly, signs from spiritual trees that envelop a world of multiple folds tell me the world.

I make the best moves against the changes in the world that come through like a new feeling.

Someone didn't teach me what to do. But nature and body move.

It's as if there's an answer to all of the dragon sword dance moves.

As my dragon sword dance unfolds, the dragon art of the storm shows off.

Seal enemy movements with swirling dragon qi, while at the same time protecting and assisting everyone.

The thunderstorm rain goes hand in hand with the ramblings of Ufiria and Nina, stirring up the battlefield.

"Is this your power, Ernea? And a joint front with your loved ones? I see you're no match for those 'just mighty' people there."

"If that's what you understand, then admit to losing! This fight will be won by us!

Sword Trident reward. The shooting of the technique. In the meantime, Bartonoir and I knew all the battlefields.

"It's a tough fight, indeed. And it's also a battle I can never imitate. But, Mr. Elnea. Which is the last time you're gonna smile?

"What do you mean?

I was stirred up by the unspeakable anxiety of Bartonoir, who smiled behind his black beard.