831 ancient heroes and new heavenly wings

"Mr. Irie!

"Oh, Elnea. It's strange to see you in a place like this.

"No, no, no matter what you think, it feels like you rushed to support me, doesn't it?

In return for me, Mr. Irie smiles so beautifully that he falls in love with me.

Northern part of Dragon Peak. Mr. Irie lives in a mountainous zone called the Dragon Cemetery and Fear.

At the altar of a dragon in the heart of a lake made into a crater of deadly volcanoes, it is the role of Mr. Irie to give final rest to the dragon tribes who have been old or wounded and have had a few years to live, for surprisingly long years.

I'm that Mr. Irie, actually...

"Oh, you could be..."

"Whoa, God tribe boy. You can't say anything wilder than that, can you?

Mr. Irie smiling at Mr. Alf, but there was pressure not to say yes or no.

Mr. Alf of the Divine Nation also whispered in defeat of Mr. Irie's pressure.

Therein appeared the further.

"Oh, boy. Dear Eilee, think a little bit about the old men."

"Just chasing after him is not enough."

"Oh, you're a lot younger than me at my age, but you're not sloppy, are you?

It was Jildo, a former Great Eight Dragon King, and Larsa, an active Great Eight Dragon King, who came after Mr. Irie. And it was Jewel, a one-wing heavenly tribe.

"By and large, why is Master Irie always so young?

Mr. Zildo's question is most likely. But from the perspective of ordinary dragon people, even Mr. Zildo and Lazar live long enough, right?

Anyway.

"With a slight force, let's take a bayonet. I just want to feel close to the young Dragon King."

Lady Larsa smiles fondly tenderly. However, smiling, he was instantly repelling a horde of demons who had raided him.

Around Master Larsa, there are three small longtorso dragons, fluffy and swimming.

You always look like a real dragon clan, but those are all illusions created by Larsa-like dragon art.

Yufiria and Nina reproduce part of the dragon clan's body with similar dragon technique, but I can clearly tell it's dragon technique over there. Compared to that, you can see how skillful and superior Larsa is in dragon art.

"From here on out, you're gonna feel a lot more nervous."

"Mr. Irie. Besides, I have a strong temper coat!

From beside what I'm saying, my spine freezes with a bad feeling. When we hurried to warn him, we lay low on the ground.

Shortly afterwards, a silent and irritable coat appeared from behind the fog of irritation.

Slowly and spookily, the clothes pass over our heads. We wait for our breath to pass. [M]

And if you think so!

"A, Mr. Irie!?

Only Mr. Irie stood without laying down on the ground.

The clothes of anger approach Mr. Irie.

Dangerous, right after I thought. Mr. Irie moved.

Drop your hips in a soft, feminine motion and you'll jump gently. And then he turns and kicks gracefully.

"Wow!

With a wild mood!

With his eyes open and his eyes watched, his clothes were slashed and torn open.

Yeah, to describe it accurately, Mr. Irie's purifying kick made me misty.

"To this extent, compared to the dragon curse of that time, what can it be?

Heh heh, and I remember Mr. Irie with a smile.

That's right. Even when we visited the Dragon Cemetery, this is how Mr. Irie ran to support us, isn't it?

Besides, it calms my mind.

It is the Dragons who reign at the apex of the race with overwhelming power.

Of course, the dragon clan outweighs even demons and demons.

The dragon clan created a very horrible curse in the past.

Compared to the dragon people's curse, even the clothes of temper...

"No, no, it's as disastrous as homogeneity!?

Dangerously, I was about to be flushed by Mr. Irie's light tone!

But you shouldn't be fooled. It is the demon king whose dragon clan is now in a bunch to attack that wraps around the clothes of his temper.

Nevertheless, if you change your mind, you still feel that the situation is similar to when you visited the Dragon Cemetery.

Fulfilling the surroundings, whether they are haunted or haunted, a disastrous temper. And the clothes of chi that poke and attack me by accident.

Not only was the dragon's curse inhibited in the dragon's graveyard, but it was also attacked by the dragon clan who, alarmed, disturbed his rest, wasn't it?

Compare the two situations. Then my anxious heart was quenched when I could understand that it was a situation I had experienced.

But not all people can switch their minds like me.

Alf and Amira, of the Divine Nation, were still inexperienced in combat or watching their surroundings anxiously as they lay low.

"Oh, my God, shall we make a show here?"

"From here on out, let's say we leave it to Master Irie and the young Dragon King"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

And Mr. Jewel stands up bravely, too.

"Jewel, me and Zildo will lay a formation here. You must support us."

"Yes, we will grant you"

Lay the line?

Mr. Zildo pointed a meaningful gaze at Mr. Wender as he leaned down on me.

Everyone else is paying attention to Mr. Wender.

Could it be I'm the only one who doesn't know what Lady Larsa's words mean?

And I wonder if what Lady Larsa is about to do has anything to do with Mr. Wender?

"This, I'm surprised. As naturally known to the Divine Clan and Lord Jewel. I didn't know the Dragon Nation had even seen us."

Then Mr. Wender said powerful words with a bitter smile.

"My eyes foresee all things Divine Lordship"

Oh, and I raise my voice.

The distant landscape, which should not be invisible as it was supposed to be, was hindered by the fog of black temper, I saw it somehow.

Besides, I feel like my head recognized the distant landscape someone saw more directly than it did in my sight.

"What is this...?

"My divine art has allowed me to steal my gaze from the eyes of others. We are sending it to those who gather in the land."

"Yeah, that's what happened!?

Mr. Wender is doing the sort of thing that Momo uses magic to reflect distant landscapes on the crystal.

However, they have to steal someone's gaze in order to see the distance. And in Momo's case, only those who peeked into the crystal can watch the footage, but in Mr. Wender's case of divinity, it seems they can share the sight they stole with anyone.

I see, is that what a Thousand Eyes Martial God meant?

But I find it a little uncomfortable with Mr. Wender's divinity.

That's all there is to it. I'm sure Mr. Wender has a considerable load on him, too. Besides, who the hell are you stealing from right now?

To my doubts, Mr. Wender taught me without hiding it.

"For there was a man in this land with a power similar to my divine art. They let me use that. And in the favor of Lord Sage, the generous spirits are also helping us. But my powers are limited, too. So I wanted to stay with you as long as I could."

Similar? And further back to the question, Mr. Wender grinned bitterly that he was the demon with the head of the tortoise.

"Right! The devil with the head of a tortoise had a strange look in his mouth, and the devil was looking all over the hunting grounds of the dragon."

And I guess a wise man means Alicia. Mr. Wender had pre-installed the spirits' cooperation.

That's a former martial arts god, I guess I should praise him. 'Cause I can't anticipate the unforeseeable war ahead of me and be prepared in advance without the accumulation of experience and deep thoughts.

"If I'm close to you, I'll reduce my burden. Anyway, you just have to expand the vision in your own eyes. But I can't seem to go any further. Still, I suppose Lady Larsa cares that I stay as close to you as possible."

Placing a team here meant staying in this position and supporting Mr. Wender. And everyone else is responsible for supporting Larsa, who brings us together?

"So, Mr. Zildo and the others knew Mr. Wender's divinity from the beginning, right?

"Ha ha. After the demon king fell to the surface, I could see the scenery here and there."

"Oh, is that what you mean!

Apparently, Mr. Zildo and the others had already benefited from Mr. Wender's divine art.

Or was it possible that all those gathered in the hunting grounds of the Feilongs, other than me, were benefiting!?

"No, that's right. I'm not omnipotent either. The dragon kings and the powerful dragon clans have played the magic of a thousand eyes back."

I see. Proud demon kings and ancient species of dragon tribes would reject outside interference, even if it were a beneficial force.

Because you have the power, you won't use the power of others easily, and you will protect yourself from being proudly placed under the influence.

Still, demon kings and ancient dragon tribes should be aware of our surroundings on their own or capture our movements.

"I mean, everyone at Feilong's hunting ground still recognizes who I am!?

Me dressed in a hurry. But it was too late.

"Ha ha. Elnea, I just saw the situation where you were in such a hurry to get down on the ground."

"Oh, I don't..."

When I dropped my shoulder disappointingly, I felt like a laugh had arisen from the entire hunting grounds of the Fei Long.

Yes. Mr. Wender's thousand-eyed divinity is recognizable for distant landscapes, but there's no sound, is there?

Nevertheless, if you look at our interactions, you know what you're doing as naturally as possible. Me too, I can imagine everyone laughing as we fight.

In the midst of a tough battle, a moment of peace is needed. So I'd be happy if you were a little distracted by our interaction.

But you can't keep looking like something different forever.

The Alves seem to share my opinion, destroying demons and demons that break through the fog of black temper and strike unexpectedly.

Lady Larsa also began to work out her dragon chi in an attempt to finally stretch the line.

But that's where they hit me again.

Silent and approaching by the thick mist of ambient temper, the tempered clothes appear suddenly. We rush into evasive action. [M]

"Yeah, when you get hit like this over and over, it's no bother!

With stupidity, Mr. Zildo unleashes dragon tricks. Of course, while avoiding the clothes of temper. That, Mr. Zildo's unleashed dragon technique repels a demon that has approached suddenly by poking a gap where consciousness is directed at the clothes of the temper.

"Again, I don't want to notice until I'm close."

Lady Larsa, who has passed the clothes of her temper, manipulates three little long torso dragons.

Guru, long torso dragons created with dragon air, swimming out in the air around Master Larsa. And gradually widening the radius.

"Ah."

I raised my voice in surprise.

The long torso dragons opened their mouths. And then he starts eating his surroundings. That's not all. If you can feel the dragon's temper, you know it. Together with their temper, the Long Torso dragons devour the power that leaks out of the dragon vein and even the remnants of the dragon art unleashed by Mr. Jild.

The long torso dragons' bodies, which took in dragon qi, dragon pulse, and dragon qi, gradually grew larger. The torso keeps getting longer and longer, and from the way it was cute, it only gets so huge that it can be mistaken for a real dragon clan at any given time. Still, the three longtorso dragons continued to eat the power around them.

As we stare in surprise, the Long Torso becomes more gigantic and has a wider radius of swimming.

The interior of the space eaten by the long torso dragon cleared his mind and his vision improved. Besides, thanks to ensuring a wide diameter, this would not surprise the clothes and demons of impending temper with a heavy blunt motion.

"Master Larsa, it's amazing! I can't believe you're using the power around you to increase the power of your own surgery."

Dear Larsa, who maintains three long torso dragons, so splendid that they are likely to be mistaken for real. The Long Torso dragons keep floating around, keeping their diameters.

The swimming interior of the Long Torso dragon is Larsa's junction.

The temper continues to be eaten by three long torso dragons and does not enter the interior of the junction. It's an amazing dragon technique, both in appearance and in power.

But Master Larsa herself, who maintains dragon art, shouldn't be so overloaded.

Anyway, he bribes the force necessary for the surgery with his surroundings and the remnants of someone else's surgery.

Larsa is still the best dragon technician with a little power.

I admire you. Then Lady Larsa smiled bitterly and showed the lighting.

"What, as the eight dragon kings, this is not the most promising place. Besides, your wives already did something similar to this, didn't they?

"If you ask me so!?

Luiseine not only used the powers of the witches, but also successfully used the dragon pulse to activate the Great Magic. Sefina can also use the skills of others to fight. Ufiria and Nina make up for each other's strengths and weaknesses, don't they?

Indeed, the wives make good use of something other than their own power, and the technique is available for everyone.

"You have already arrived at the frontier I have reached over the years. You guys are so good."

"Thank you! I'll tell everyone you've been praised by Lord Larsa!

"Ha ha. Light it up. Shall we defeat the devil's king soon, then, to the dragon god's lord? That's Jewel. I'll take care of the sky's defenses so your caretaker can proceed without worry? Anyway, I guess old Jildo's the only one who can keep up, huh?

"Of course not. Is there a limit to the inheritance of Dragon Treasure Ball?

At the same time, Mr. Zildo unleashes dragon art on and exorcises demons who have broken through the boundaries of the Long Torso dragon.

Apparently, the Long Torso junction doesn't work on demons or demons themselves, even though it can quench the fog of temper.

So you have to ask Mr. Zildo or Mr. Jewel to crusade the demons and demons that have broken into the kingdom.

But wait a minute!

"Yep. Mr. Jewel, is that...?

Reluctantly, we look at Jewel's back.

Jewel of the Heavenly Nation once said that he was bewitched with an undefeated God. But there have been complicated circumstances in the past, and now we have lost one beautiful wing.

Lady Larsa says we'll leave the sky to that Mr. Jewel, but isn't that a burden?

Even birds can't fly with one wing.

Mr. Jewel can't fly with just one wing, can he?

Besides, the winged race can't move very well on the ground because of the big wings on its back. Thinking about it, isn't it still too burdensome for Mr. Jewel?

But as if to dispel my doubts, Mr. Jewel uttered a powerful word.

"I fly through the world with my heavenly wings"

Oh, and I leak my voice.

Yeah, I'm not the only one surprised.

Mr. Alf is stunned, and Mr. Amira is breathtaking and staring at Mr. Jewel. And even Wender, a former martial arts god, had his eyes wide open and stared at Mr. Jewel.

Mr. Jewel unleashed a powerful word. Large spread on its back are wings that shine pure white.

"The wings I should have lost......!?

Incredible, Mr. Wender leaks his voice.

But it was well in our eyes.

The way wings correctly exist on Mr. Jewel's back, which was looking painful until just now.

"I begged Lady Larsa to teach me. Anything, he said, the ultimate in dragon art is turning imaginary events into reality. If you can reach the same height in divine art, it is a technique that Larsa and I have knitted together."

Right!

Master Larsa is a dragon technician who has been told that no one can compete with the Dragon Nation. And while Mr. Jewel is a heavenly man, he is also a genius for skillfully manipulating divine art. Those two knitted a new technique across the hedge of the race.

Once, Alta, confronted at Dragon Peak, also used overwhelming dragon power to convert matter. What a terrible technique. With the same technique, Mr. Jewel regenerated his lost wings!

"Leave the sky defense to me. Come on, Lord Ernea. And Master Irie. Please proceed."

Say, feathering beautiful wings, Mr. Jewel flew.

Assault the demon who has invaded within the junction created by the three longtorso dragons. And defeat it with a vibrant figure.

Mr. Jewel runs endlessly through the sky feathering wings that shine pure white, annihilating demons and demons (every thing).

"Jewel, too, that's amazing. Well, then we've got to be active enough not to lose, too, right?

"Right!

I can't do this.

If everyone just takes the place of activity, the face of the organizer will be crushed.

Besides, if everyone sees you, you can't expose yourself to anything different.

"Then I'm going!

"Oh, go. And as dragon god's lord, he will do his part."

"Ha!"

Gildo dropped me off, and me and Irie turned further into the fog of anger.