Ways to Slay Dragons Gently

A slightly cool air wafted from the broken door.The hall is different from other parts, there is no ceiling lighting that is as bright as day, and almost the whole is shrouded in darkness.The square checkered floor, however, glowed faintly, adding some lightness so as not to trip anyone up and fall.

The music mainly composed of strings was played, and the gorgeous and slightly sad melody reverberated in the darkness of the hall with a slight tremolo.The light on the grid floor changes and flashes with the music, and the small light ball forms a swirl shape and jumps in the air.

"...What? It looks like someone is dancing in front of you...It's very blurry, I can't see clearly..."

Unconsciously embracing Thomas' arm, the girl asked with a frightened expression.

The monk frowned unhappily.

"Because the body is translucent, it's either a ghost or a phantom. I'm not familiar with the styles of women's dresses, but taking the palace hall as an example, it must be the place where the royal nobles of the ancients held evening parties."

"It seems so. Ah, ah, a grand event."

Talking loudly, the mercenary's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, searching for the phantom beasts and Demon King here, and he did not dare to slack off at all.

"Here, it's that guy." Saying that, the young man hurried out.

The checkered floor he stepped on glowed brightly, and the light moved with his steps.The same goes for the floor under the feet of the young man who was a little slower to catch up.

"I can't help it. This is the final stage, both of you have to wake up!"

"learn!"

Thomas was full of energy, saying that Gase, who was once a martial artist, nodded vigorously with his fists clenched, but Crotia, who was afraid of ghosts, still couldn't cheer up.

"Although it's not very good, it doesn't matter~~"

Entering from the side of the rectangular palace hall, Ulan Pok, who was walking obliquely towards the throne, passed male and female dancers.Although the other party is just a translucent ghost, Yake, who doesn't like contact with others, can't do the same thing with the bold boy.

Small swirling balls of light rolled around the ancients, forming moving lighting.Fourteen or five small balls of light, the size of a thumb's cap, floating on the center of the upper body create a mysterious atmosphere.It was not created by ancient magic, but like the floor under its feet, it was a lost technology of ancient civilization.

The male and female undead holding hands hang long on the ground, and about ten groups are arranged in a circle. After walking a few steps, they dance lightly, then turn around and repeat the same dance steps.

If they were real, the sound of their footsteps, the friction of their clothes, and the collision of precious metals adorned all over their bodies would be superimposed, so loud that they might even overwhelm the music played by court musicians.

The figures of men and women are completely covered by long dresses of unknown texture, and the dresses will spread out with a little movement, forming shiny waves.After admiring the scene for a while, their translucent figures and the sense of floating when dancing gave people a wonderful feeling of drifting away in sleepiness.

Arkenjell, who passed through the dance circle of the ghost nobles, stopped before the slow stairs.A man with the same face as himself looked down from the throne at Ulan Pok who was walking up the steps.Behind the Jade Throne is a wall of light two people high, illuminating the Demon King wearing a golden crown.

Wearing luxurious clothes that are closer to the present era than the ancients, Zhiyi's arm is lightly propped on the right armrest, his cold expression and overwhelming majesty make people fear from the bottom of his heart, which proves that he is indeed with the Jade Throne A worthy king.He was once on the jade throne of his own kingdom, watching people dance like this, the pure white Pegasus stood obediently behind the jade throne, adding to the demeanor of the king.

The approaching footsteps of his companions sounded from behind.

"It's disgusting, Yake is really. Why do you look at a man with the same face as yourself?"

"But, as expected, he is the king of the past. Even sitting on the jade throne of the ancient king, he is not inferior at all. It's just that the golden hair and the golden crown are a bit inconspicuous."

"In this way, if Yake becomes king, he will definitely be more dignified."

Not knowing Thomas's secret ambition, Crotia next to him angrily accused him.

"Wait a minute. Don't even show off like Ulan, okay? Our team is really dangerous enough."

Ignoring the leisurely conversation under the ladder, the young man standing in front of the King of Subjugation got to the point. "Where is the last Eudemons?"

"I'm in a bad mood right now."

Budding new green pupils stared at the boy in black.

"In order to celebrate your arrival, I specially held a welcome party, but instead of going through the main entrance, you broke in from the side. Even if it is an ancient city that has perished, you must be polite to the dead, adventurers."

"The dance of the dead will not make people happy. First of all, the dead who are required to be treated politely are the ones who set up killing mechanisms in the palace to kill all adventurers?"

Blue veins appeared on the forehead of the Demon King, and the girl who talked back stiffened with his icy eyes.

The brawny mercenary quickly explained: "We are innocent. It's my aesthetics to enter from the front, but that brat said that quick battles are his aesthetics--"

"Phantom Beast King. The king must be calm, and win a beautiful victory in the end. This is the king of justice."

The man who wanted to destroy the world actually said such things. When everyone thought so, Ulan Pok sincerely apologized.

"It seems that I was too anxious, sorry."

"That's right, being able to admit mistakes immediately is also one of the measures of a king."

Looking at the Demon King smiling and regaining his composure, the girl whispered to the young man beside her: "...so capricious~~! I dare say that he is not out of politeness or anything, but because his reservation was disrupted Just mad, absolutely. Really, unbelievably childish!"

"……very sorry."

"Why do you have to apologize, Yake?"

"...No, because it was done by someone with the same appearance, I always feel that it is someone else..." The faltering young man blushed.

"It's not someone else? Didn't he say that you are his grandson? It's not just the appearance, even judging from the strength of the magic power, he should really be your grandfather."

"It's embarrassing to have such an immature grandfather."

The young man's face became more and more red, and the strong man comforted him sympathetically.

"It's really hard for you to have that kind of relative. Generally speaking, it is impossible for a woman to conceive after living for three hundred years. It is understandable that you would be ashamed of having a grandfather who is over 350 years old."

"Do you have a tendency to direct all problems to the lower body? If you say that, how can ordinary people live for more than 300 years?"

"Ah, yes."

To the monk's accusation, Thomas and Crotia clapped their hands at the same time and suddenly understood.

The Sorcerer King and the Phantasmal Beast King, who had listened to the conversation behind them for a while, became confused after turning their energy back at the same time.They staggered their eyes tacitly, and continued to exchange conversations that completely lost their sense of tension.

"...sorry my partner for being nosy."

"...No, maybe as the accusation, I'm a bit 'ashamed' or maybe..."

Dandarion cheered up and regained his dignity.

"Everyone has overcome countless obstacles and arrived at this hall. I want to give you the rewards you deserve. What His Majesty the King of Phantom Beasts wants to see is the best guest among the phantom beasts I summoned from the underworld. Even me, It took three days and three nights to read the real name."

The boy who knew the strength of the Demon King couldn't help but take a step back.But he absolutely didn't want to admit it, desperately trying to deny his suspicions.

Dandarion smiled slightly when he saw the boy fighting against the fear and suspicion in his heart.

"It was as relaxing as usual, but the mirror reflected an unexpected big character. It almost cost me half my life. Now I can laugh and talk about it, but it was really bad. It was hard. The summoning was successful, and my energy was completely exhausted. I was a half-patient until I recovered my magic power and physical strength. So I have to give it to you, how about it, is it generous?... Hehehe. You must know, Do you want to guess?"

"...Why, with such power, it is used to destroy the world...!" The boy clenched his fists yelled like crazy.

"It's meaningless to use it for so-called justice. This time it's going to be used for bad things. Anyway, it's a balance, isn't it an act that conforms to the will of the four-faced god?"

"... Are you, are you crazy?"

"Are you talking about him? If it was me who did it, I would be a little troubled. I only want to get the place where he was kept unnoticed. Although it has been completely purified with holy magic thanks to that young man. , this place was quite a distorted land before, so--" Without finishing speaking, as you can see later, Dandarion shrugged.

The anger that Ulan Pok felt against this enemy who spoke of his heinous crimes in a brisk tone made his whole body tremble.

"...Why can't I feel his anger?"

"Please see it with your own eyes. You will know the reason why you came to Yangjie when you see that. Hey, little boy. Don't you understand? I'm not being sarcastic or mean-spirited, but out of pure kindness. Your gift. This is your chance to be free from the oath."

"... Dandarion..."

Although the Huan Beast King unconsciously called out his name in a low voice, but the other party was also a person with a real name, and it was not to the extent that he would be dominated if he called his name.

The Sorcerer King smiled brightly and stood up.

"Of course, this is not easy. Freedom is something that can only be obtained after victory. I sacrificed my Eudemons. I hope that the main guests at the party tonight will bring me a magnificent battle."

He sang, raised one hand gracefully, and pointed towards the entrance of the hall.The dancing undead forms disintegrated immediately, and the ball of light floating around them slowly flew towards the darkness pointed by Dandarion.Those lights gathered together, so the outline of the huge stone statue up to the ceiling gradually emerged in the darkness.The stone statue with four limbs on the floor took up half of the hall, and the undead danced from the forelegs of the stone statue to the jade seat.

Looking up, Arkenjell, who imagined what kind of phantom beast it was from its silhouette, took a breath and quickly looked at the boy.

"...Ulan!...that's—"

"Is that so...the 'Qi' you have as long as you are alive...it doesn't exist after petrification."

Behind the boy who was talking to himself in a daze, the Demon King stepped onto the pegasus and flew to the height of the stone statue's head.

"You whose life is still turning into rock, your body is once again patrolling the tide of hot blood, and the softness is as if moving from your will again--'petrochemical release'!"

The Sorcerer King casts a magical liberation spell on the phantom beast that has a powerful magical life but is sealed.For a moment, it seemed that something burst out from the inside of the stone statue, and the eyes of the huge phantom beast outlined by the faint light flashed light again.

The color of those eyes was--showing crazy bright red.

Shaking his head slowly, his stiff body trembled as if awakened.Even though the posture is almost completely hidden in the darkness, the human beings are frozen in place just by the huge presence.

True dragon, the existence standing at the apex of all phantom beasts.

"That's, the former king... my previous king of phantom beasts. His whereabouts were unknown a few years ago, but he was summoned to the Yang world and turned into a stone statue—" Ulan Boke's moaning voice was filled with hopeless gloom. .

Thomas said with a stiff face: "But. If you are bound by the oath, there are three of us here, so we can still solve it?"

"--I can't. The former king didn't have the blood of the swearer, not even a drop...!"

"What~~! Why is this! Isn't it impossible to win against that ridiculously big monster? We are only human beings, and the air blowing out of its nose can blow us away."

Yakenjere sternly reprimanded: "Dorma! How can you speak loudly before the battle to lower your fighting spirit! When you lose yourself, it is the beginning of defeat!"

"If you want to talk in your sleep, go to sleep! Is it useful for that kind of monster sword? Are you kidding me?"

"In this case, let's take Crotia and escape. For mercenaries, if they lose their lives for work, they will lose their capital. I won't stop you."

The young man's calm tone cooled down Thomas's brain, which was boiling instantly because of the dragon king's size.If you give up your job to save your life, the mercenary without a master will not be punished.It's just that you will lose your credibility and reputation.Once a mercenary with an alias gave up his job and returned the down payment to his employer, rumors of his job failure would spread, and the more famous he was, the more he would lose his credit.

Yakenziel is well aware of his partner's face-saving personality.

"...Damn it! Understood, at least fight to a reasonable degree—Crodia, if things go wrong, leave us alone and run away with Ghaith."

"No. You have to escape with everyone. If you fail, you have to obey the arrangement of your father and marry someone I don't like at all. If this is the case, it's a hundred times better to die with your future husband!"

The girl declared firmly, and the eyes of Yake and Ur drifted over at the same time.

"Oh~~future husband." The two spoke in unison.

"Ahh! It's my fault for making fun of you on the boat, okay! Don't retaliate at a time like this!"

Ignoring the strange conversation below, Dandarion in the air was chanting some complex incantation that was distinctly different from existing magic.When the spell was activated, all kinds of weapons and armor appeared in the void, and fell on the side of the jade throne and on the stairs.

Everyone covered their ears at the same time because of the huge metal impact.

"No matter how you look at it, your equipment is too poor and weak, so I gathered all the weapons in the palace here. Some of them have additional effects of magic. You can find effective weapons for fighting dragons."

"Thank you for your kindness--" When the monk thanked him politely, Crotia gave him an elbow in the side, and called out in a loud voice not inferior to a dragon: "We don't know what the additional effect is, how can we just do it casually?" Use it indiscriminately. There may be cursed ones among them. In this case, it would be more helpful for us to petrify it again!"

"You can't be coquettish. I, who summoned phantom beasts to hope for chaos in the world, are enemies with you, who want to destroy phantom beasts. I did this out of pure good intentions for that little phantom beast king."

"Hey, male killer." Thomas thought it was funny irresponsibly, so he taunted the young man, while Yake beside him was quite unhappy.

The Sorcerer King and the boy on Pegasus looked at each other wordlessly, and seeing this made their discomfort even stronger.Hitting the surrounding walls with his tail and wings to confirm his location, the Dragon King hit his head on the ceiling when he was about to stand up with his hind legs, and let out an angry roar.

"It's dangerous not to fight with all your strength now. So, goodbye everyone. I hope to see you who are already known as 'dragon slayers' heroes in a certain country next time."

The beautiful King of Magicians finished his words easily and self-willedly, and activated ancient magic to move out of the palace with Pegasus, and disappeared through space teleportation.From where he disappeared, something fell in a parabola and fell into Crotia's hands.It is a monkey doll that can be held with one hand.

"No~~ so cute~~ what is this!"

"I'm the instruction manual for weapons and armor, squeak—"

The mechanism doll moved its mouth, answering her question.

"Ah~ don't~ it's so cute~~!"

"His Majesty the Sorcerer King is very considerate of others. As expected, he is the one who established a unified kingdom." There seems to be a subtle problem with Gase's opinion.

"Don't want to scream desperately, then why do you rub your face back and forth while talking about being cute?"

None of the men could answer the boy's obvious question.Jacques took the doll from her and threw it to Thomas.

"Use that to select the usable item. We use magic to find a way to make him weaker."

"As ordered."

"Don't break or dirty it. Return it to me when you're done using it." Said the girl who had regarded it as her own at some point.

"Okay, okay. If there is still life."

"Thomas held the doll with his left hand, and with his right hand picked up the wooden stick that was in the way at his feet.

"A magic wand that halves the damage of fire-type attacks."

Yake and Ulan, who heard the doll's explanation, turned their heads at the same time.

"Give it to Crotia. When the magic power increases, the magic that can be used will also increase."

"The former king is good at earth spirit magic, and he can spit out the dragon's breath of hot wind. If it is something that can prevent heat, it will help to some extent."

Sighing at its expected usefulness, the strong man handed the wooden staff with relief carvings to the girl.

You can't use a bow and arrow if you hold something with one hand, but it probably won't be useful to deal with the dragon short bow. Crotia obediently took the wooden staff.

"Crodia and Ulan are in charge of casting the petrification spell on the dragon's feet. Ghaith uses holy magic to enhance the spell's effect, and I will stop the dragon's actions."

"Can that be done?"

"Many spells in ancient magic are related to time and space. Although paralyzing him is the easiest spell to cast petrification, but that spell can only be sung by Gase. Let me try to dull his perception of time, which should be very easy. Almost paralyzed."

Yake's explanation was the most troublesome magic theory for her, but Crotia immediately smiled and expressed her understanding.

"Then, let's do our best, Ulan."

The two breathed together and began to chant. Before that, Ghaith had already chanted the petition spell to the four gods for help.Yakenjel overlaps the inherent melody of his own flesh with the melody of ancient magic spells.

The coherent melody emits lights of many colors, filling the inside of his body with a powerful light.There is no hairstyle unique to paladins, just long loose silver hair, flying like a living creature with the magic power of the spell rising in the body.

When the critical point was reached, the spell was activated, leaping out of his flesh and flying towards the target dragon.The crazy dragon noticed that his whole body was covered by the spell cast by others, and he threw his body and roared in order to get rid of it.The voice suddenly stopped, and the dragon opened his mouth and stiffened.

Then the monk's spell was launched to surround Ulan and the two, combining the spells sung by the two into one.

The dragon, which was infinitely close to a static state, was defenseless.Both the forelimbs, resembling human hands, and the hind limbs supporting the massive flesh, both faded to white in the light of the checkered floor, signified the success of petrification, as Yakenjel calculated.

Crotia jumped up with joy.

"Great! This way it can't get through!"

"Don't get reassured too soon, the dragon's breath is easy to get here - and so is magic."

When Wulanboke, who was fighting with the Dragon King, knew that the last Eudemons was the former king, he was very painful.Yakenjel could only ignore his mood.Otherwise, they can only be wiped out here.

"Attack while he can't move now. The weakness is the same as Stovam's at that time, eyes and mouth. Can Crotia shoot with a bow and arrow at this distance?"

"Can shoot 'to'."

It means that it is not necessarily possible to hit the target, but just being able to hit it can be said to be miraculous.

"As expected of the strength of the winner, Gus used auxiliary magic to enhance her wrist strength."

"I attacked from the air and held back the dragon's breath."

Looking up at the young man who spread his wings and flew up, Yakanjiel worriedly asked: "Don't do things too forcefully."

"It's fine, don't worry." A routine answer came from the darkness above.

Half worried and half relieved of the boy who said that, but he would definitely be brave, the young man aimed at the mouth of the dragon, and chanted the incantation of the light crack bomb.

Listening to the conversation behind him, Doma, holding the monkey doll, was still choosing weapons and armor.

"I'm the warrior 'Xunlei' Dorma, and I'm actually assigned to such a super leisurely job."

"Heat change complete defense, a shield cursed by 'slowness'" (*Japanese homonym joke: slowness: NOROI; curse: NONOROI. Generally, old people like to say this kind of homonym joke)

"...Don't tell me you're a tired old man joke, you stinky monkey. Did the Demon Lord cast a curse? -- Hey, what is this shield?"

"A shield that completely absorbs fire attribute attacks and improves agility."

"Oh, take it and take it."

Suddenly, the ancient magic that had made the dragon extremely sluggish failed.The dragon, which was able to move freely again, realized that his limbs had been deprived of freedom again, and was furious.Anger turned into a breath of hot wind, attacking the hateful humans.

The dragon's breath of the hot wind instantly burned all the arrows that the girl had just shot, and also knocked away the launched light cracking bombs.A little before that, Ulan Pok noticed that the former king was about to exhale.Quickly conveyed the order to Shui Ling, and built a thick and huge ice wall in front of his partners.

Because the attention is concentrated there, the avoidance of oneself is slower.The hot wind that could burn a living tree was blowing from the front.Instead of rising to avoid it, it would be better to fall directly. After the young man quickly judged, he cut off the buoyancy of Fengling.He fell like a stone, although the tip of one wing was burned, he managed to escape from the range of his breath.In exchange for this, he had to endure the severe pain of hurting his wings and colliding when he fell.

The area of ​​influence of the hot wind expanded, reaching the ice wall made by the boy.When the hot air comes into contact with the ice, water vapor bursts out like an explosion.On the wall behind the Jade Seat, there are tapestries painted with gods believed by the ancients. The blankets cleverly combined with various symbols are designed to burn as soon as the hot wind touches them.In the long years when no long-lived dragon could survive, the image of the god that remained after the destruction of the city was completely burned away in an instant.

At the moment before the ice wall completely disappeared, Thomas put the shield into Yake's hand, and he had no choice but to set up the cursed shield to protect the girl behind his back.Gus, who had time to chant the spell, used the holy magic "Holy Shield" to defend.

Fortunately, the ice wall made the breath almost lose all its strength and heat, only to the extent that the hands and feet exposed outside the shield were burned.

"...I-I'm saved, I have to put down the stick first to use the bow...Thomas? Ah, what's the matter with you, Thomas!"

"shield--"

"Huh? What?"

"have--"

Clinging tightly to the mercenary's stiff body, the girl was about to cry.

Yake immediately noticed the problem. "It seems that the shield has a curse."Saying that, he snatched the shield equipped on his partner's arm.

Thomas, who immediately returned to normal, thanked, "Thank you, Yake. Although I can't wait to look at the eyes first, it is still very uncomfortable to use the cursed props."

"What curse?"

"Sluggish, cursed...cursed" (NORO, NORO...I)

"Curse of dullness? (NORONORONOROI) Hahahaha! Thomas is so good! You can still tell jokes about the old man at a time like this, wow -- how calm!"

The girl laughed with her mouth wide open, and patted the man's broad back with her hands.He told the old man joke that the little monkey said as it was, and it turned out to be an even more embarrassing super cold old man joke.

While the monks and former paladins were healing their burns with healing magic, the Dragon King continued to roar with a loud roar that shook the walls of the square.No one could hear the spell anymore, but the four-phase god still heard the prayer in their hearts and healed the wound.

Ulan Boke landed quietly beside them.

"...No way! Even my Dragon Heart Sword can't hurt him at all."

"Huh? That means, all the weapons here are useless!...Do you want to use the petrification spell again?"

Yakenjel shook his head and said, "Petrification spells are very difficult to succeed if they are not used in an unconscious state during sleep or paralysis, and mind-manipulating spells have no effect on creatures that are agitated to that extent."

"Then wait until His Majesty the former king calms down, or when he falls asleep...?"

The buffer plan proposed by the monk was interrupted by a mantra chanted by the mad Dragon King.That's not human language, but Ulan Pok understands what it means.

"It's the 'earth tremor' of earth spirit magic! There will be a big earthquake!"

I felt that the floor at my feet was raised high, and then quickly collapsed again. Everyone fell to the ground and rolled around on the wavy floor.The boy hugged Yakenzel's body and flew into the air.The rescued youth immediately uses ancient magic on his tossing pals.

A group of people floated at the height of the strong man, rubbing the painful bruises on their bodies and rest assured that if they continue to bump, they will definitely break their bones.

--The broken coffered floor no longer glowed, and the hall was plunged into true darkness, though large cracks soon appeared in the walls, and the lights of the surrounding corridors streamed in.

Gase put his head in his hands, avoiding the falling debris from the ceiling.

"Oops. If this continues, even the outer wall will crack, and the spell protecting the palace will fail."

"Outside is the bottom of the lake. We're about to turn into fish too—Yake, can't you use ancient magic to move away with a 'snap' like the Sorcerer?"

"Unfortunately, the spell of teleportation is not in the orb I have inherited."

The quake seemed to calm down a bit, but there was an ominous creaking sound throughout the hall, menacing the crowd.

"If this continues, you will either be drowned or crushed to death by the collapsed ceiling. You can't escape, can you?"

"Ah, yes. Anyway, even the Eudemons Dragon King will die."

Although it wasn't a direct attack, being able to witness its death was considered as completing the task.

But the Huanjuan boy shook his head.

"...Most likely the former king will not die. The water spirit and the former king should be compatible. Even if buried under the rubble of the palace, the earth spirit will protect the former king. And as long as the 'Qi' of this land is still there won't starve to death."

Thomas moaned as he imagined. "...It's so tragic. If this is the fate of the former king, then I really sympathize with him."

"So don't stay here anymore. If you want to live a natural life, take Crotia and escape. If you have to, I will return to my original shape and bite the throat of the former king to solve it."

The boy said with a deadpan expression, it was harder than usual to see his emotion.Yakenjal didn't stop there.

"What kind of existence is the former king to you? You seem to have no blood relationship."

"It's my grandfather's adoptive father."

"Why was your grandfather orphaned?"

Looking up at the questioning young man, the young man answered him with a little sullenness. "Grandfather's mother is the Queen. She went to the Yang Realm with an oath and never came back."

"Her Majesty is that beautiful woman, the 'Lover of Destiny' of the Sorcerer King?"

asked the monk, and the boy nodded wordlessly.

Thomas became angry. "How could you do such an unreasonable thing to your lover's benefactor! That bastard! You're just indulging in your own misfortune!"

"No."

"What's not! That guy is a bastard who thinks he's the most unfortunate person in the world!"

"No." The boy denied it again, and continued weakly, "...he loves that misfortune as if he was her substitute."

"... Ulan boy. You, gentleness is good, but don't mistake the person. That guy must be killed! Someone should be responsible for the disaster caused by that foolish brat, and he should pay for his life. For the crazy It's your job to avenge the lost king, listen, Phantom Beast King, it's your job as the king." The brawny mercenary put his hands on the shoulders of the boy with his head bowed and calmly warned.

On the other hand, Arconjell's unhappiness reached its peak. "-Thomas, we'll talk about that bastard evil king later. We can't ignore the immediate crisis now. I have an idea, please help me."

"Oh, I'll do anything if I, who can't use magic, come in handy."

"From now on, I will cast armor-deteriorating spells on the former king, and Ulan will be responsible for restraining the breath of the dragon to buy time. During this time, you can find out where the armor is weak and attack the key points with a gun. We will support you by the side- -How about it?"

"Not bad. But how to approach it?"

"Use the same flying technique as before, Crotia uses the heat defense spell, and Gase makes a phantom--"

A little far away from the two men who were discussing enthusiastically, Crotia whispered to the monk: "Jack suddenly seems to be very aggressive, don't you think he is very angry?"

"Yeah. And using things like 'bastard' that don't sound like him..."

"Blood is thicker than water."

"Blood is thicker than water."

The two spoke almost simultaneously and sighed.For the sake of the world, I hope that they are similar only in appearance and magic power.

The two mercenaries who started to prepare for the attack acted quite quickly.When the earthquake subsided, Thomas, who had fallen to the ground, picked up a gun that was of equal strength and weight and was easy to throw, while Arcanjell began to draw ancient magic spells in his mind.The spells that age creatures within a certain range and the spells that degrade matter have the same principle as the spells that manipulate time, but matter does not have the will to reject, so it will not fail.

The youth cast a spell on the dragon's solid hide that degraded the armor.

Although it won't fail, careless use can cause considerable fatigue, which can be said to be a shortcoming of advanced ancient magic.In order to make the melody easier to harmonize, the young man slowly raised his arms, his fingers drawing arc-shaped streamlines, which is as graceful as a dancer's dance.

The other three people guarded against the dragon's breath, took a defensive posture, and looked at the young man who was chanting the ancient magic spell with his body and mind.

"It's so beautiful... Yake is a peerless beauty, just like a painting."

"Compared to when we first met, the magic power has been greatly enhanced."

"Isn't it because you opened your heart to someone that it blossomed and bore fruit all at once? --Huh?"

Crotia couldn't help smiling as she spoke.

"Don't be careless, here we come."

The boy immediately became alert when he heard the distinctive breathing sound that was a sign of a blow.

The Dragon King with several guns stuck in his head is gradually weakening, which can be seen from his heavy breathing.Because of the ex-king waving his tail in pain, half of the entrance to the hall collapsed.

The incoming light revealed his cracked and broken skin like dry mud.Humans are also often directly hit by the ceiling fragments, or their legs and feet are burned by the hot wind, and they continue to suffer life-threatening injuries.But there are two people who can use recovery magic, the monk and the former paladin, which became the key victory factor.

Moreover, Yakanjier had comprehended the flying technique. If it wasn't for this, other than the boy with wings, everyone else would have been crushed to death by the rubble.

Looking down from the air on the wretched appearance of the dragon who was once the king of phantom beasts, Crotia said, "...I hate the feeling that everyone tortured him to death together...!"

"Torture to death is what the strong do to the weak. That's not what we do."

"But……!"

"Facing the phantom beasts that must be killed for the selfish desires of human beings, but I don't even have the ability to let him die instantly. I am ashamed of myself from the bottom of my heart. I must be better than my worst grandfather. Even stronger——so, in order to prevent such a thing from happening again, I will never forget this scene in my life...!"

With a calm expression, Yaconjell said, his tone had the same quiet determination as his expression.

However, Crotia felt that she seemed to see the passion and true pride in the heart of this seemingly cold and beautiful young man.Before despair, you will not cry helplessly, nor will you raise your fists and shout loudly, you will only ask yourself to continue walking with a higher goal.Ulan Pok once said that a dragon does not even bow its head to the king, and this man, who is as beautiful as a woman, will only bow his knees sincerely in front of the four-spirited god.

"Yake, there is only one gun left, what should I do? Use a sword?"

The strong man used the wall of the hall as a foothold, and kept throwing the spear with all his strength. He was in the most dangerous job and was seriously injured several times.Although Gase helped him heal, the physical shock, pain, and fatigue exhausted his physical strength.

So did Gase and Yark -- and Crotia, who had increased her magic with her wand, both had chest pains from overusing magic.

Even though a lot of blood fell from his jaw, the Dragon King still wanted to breathe out the hot wind, and in front of him, the boy stood still.

"...Grandpa Zeng. You are still a proud dragon in the end. As the king who succeeds you, I would like to express my deep gratitude and respect to you. Thank you...and, farewell."

The young Huan Beast King drew out the true red sword and attacked from the front, and the emblem of light appeared on his front and back.

Knowing that the opponent was going to defeat him, the crazy former king opened his mouth wide.

The humans who saw on both sides wanted to sing a spell of thermal defense for the boy.The sharp pain in the chest stopped them, leaving them speechless.

"Fool, it's too messy!" Thomas, who was also messing around again and again, yelled helplessly.

A crest different from the boy's, emitting light that drives away the surrounding darkness, appeared on the forehead of the Dragon King.Knowing that there was a weak point, Thomas had targeted that position and sniped several times, but as if protected by magic, the spear couldn't penetrate at all.

Ulan Pok landed there as if attracted by a coat of arms before the hot wind blew to him.He raised the tip of the blood-red sword over his head, stabbing at the dark brown skin that was once stronger than the steel armor.The originally invulnerable part sucked the blood-red blade down until the hilt.

The Dragon King, who had only roared in anger, let out a cry of pain and surprise for the first time, and shook his head violently in order to shake off the thing stabbed in his vitals.The wings and tail that could not be fully expanded hit the wall of the hall, and the body with petrified limbs struggled.Suddenly, his movements stopped, and the young man on his forehead raised his head high.

"...Is this also fate?" A deep male voice rang directly in his head.

The ominous red light in the Dragon King's eyes disappeared, and it seemed that it had returned to normal.

"Little lonely black dragon. At least I can die by your hands instead of those hateful humans."

"...I'm sorry, Grandpa Zeng..."

"Those who live will die one day and return to the world that raised them. I just reached that time... Farewell, grandson of adopted son."

Most of the Dragon King, who was hidden in the darkness, erupted with dazzling light all over his body.The body emitting light splits from it, and the huge flesh collapses in the light.

The humans floating in the air stared blankly at the sacred scene of the Dragon King's death.Compared with the joy of victory, I feel the fear of violating taboos.

"...I'm sorry..." Crotia burst into tears.There is no feeling of defeating the enemy after a long and hard struggle, only the feeling of loneliness fills the chest.

"...I'm sorry... Humans are fools... I can only sacrifice you... I'm sorry..."

The monk tenderly embraced the shoulder of the sad and weeping girl.The two mercenaries thought about what they would do in the future, and watched the death of the dragon silently.

The dragon's huge body collapsed to the point where it couldn't see its original shape, and then turned into tiny rays of light, which scattered in all directions like an explosion.It's not the wind, but some strong feeling, sweeping through the whole body, and dissipating to the world through the body and the wall.The huge body of the dragon was like the lover of the Demon Lord, with no flesh or bone left, and disappeared in the form of air and light.

Darkness drew the curtain for the mighty Burial of Light that turned the hall into daylight.

After leaving humans with various emotions and fatigue, the final task entrusted was completed.