Dark Iron Incident

The people who died innocently during the jihad but were named heroes changed the future of their children and grandchildren. These once young children grew up to be powerful youths. They openly formed a team to crusade against the monsters around their homeland. .

They gathered in the taverns in the city-state, drank in the king's hall, found a trace of balance and a way out in the dark, and after killing the monsters, they exchanged for the peace promised by the gods.

For a time, war and decline were no longer so terrible, and human morale even rose slightly, ushering in a short-lived glory under the invisible illusion.

Everyone couldn't see the black iron god's punishment hanging above their heads, and they were all proud that their family had a new hero. No one doubted that this Illuminati was a gorgeous ebb tide before the tsunami—every time this kind of ebb tide happened , They will all foolishly go to the sea hand in hand, curiously look at the schools of stranded fish, happily play in the bottom of the sea that has never shown up, and smile at the second before the sea wall crushes them.

But their monsters are also standing on the edge of the tsunami. Although the main force that killed them has changed from demigods to humans, these so-called heroes are not the same as they were centuries ago. It is for the sake of the gods, they grow up rapidly in the tempering, more courageous, more skillful, more intelligent... Most importantly, they grasp the weaknesses of more and more monsters, and know how to destroy these evil things. eradicate.

Zallion didn't know who leaked these weaknesses, but someone had undoubtedly assembled them, and his heart beat in his throat when an idle man in the tavern pulled out a worm that no mortal could have.

Clegane hugged him around the waist to keep him from turning his head.

"It's just... hiccup... this thing... I, I didn't lie to you..."

"Hilmi, this thing is broken."

"No—possibly! This is left to me by my... great-grandfather... My father made it clear and clear that this thing is a living hiccup... only alive and dead, neither bad nor bad... ..."

"But it keeps shaking!" Another young man said, pointing to the ball that was black and white for a while, "Then tell me, is there a fire monster or an ice monster in this tavern?"

Zalyon gulped down the new bottle of wine that had been brought, clinging to his brother.

If these monster-killing humans recognized them, he wasn't sure whether to fight or run away.Many people would surely be killed if they fought against each other, but being seen in their true form might also lead to death.

...Hilmi...

Why is this name so familiar...?

"...He...has he looked over..."

Clegane shook his head and hugged him tightly.The cynical boy looked a little puzzled. He raised the treasure in his hand and looked at the big room with drunken eyes.

"Come on! If I say it's broken," the accomplice's sarcasm interrupted his seriousness. "If you say it's alive, then it's sick."

"It's—it doesn't get sick, it's... God's thing..."

"What's more, God has abandoned us."

"When I also kill the dragon next to our city-state, then I will be a hero!" Another thinner child giggled, "At that time, King Cleomini may betroth his daughter to me !"

"Go ahead and talk about hiccups... just talk in your sleep..." Hilmi saw that Liupanworm failed to attract the attention of his friends, so he put it back in his pocket angrily, and continued to chat about interesting topics among his peers.

Clegane stood up, put the Ice Child in his arms, and walked towards the exit calmly.

The young man with the god's object glanced at them, and when Zalien walked out of the wooden door, he could still be heard joking to his friends, "Look, look, if you can't find a wife, it's the same to find a cute boy..."

"I remembered,"

When he was sheltering from the rain under the main hall supported by stone pillars, Zalien said softly, "...that child is called Hilmi."

"Who?"

"A long time ago... that was...in the Lawless Land..."

"The one who asked you to help gather medicine?"

"...No, that's Joe...Jonna?...I'm talking about the father and son who kidnapped me in Calcutt."

Clegane tried to recall, too.

"... Hilmi..."

"At that time you told me that the child was not his father's seed, remember? You said that he was born secretly by his mother and a god, and he was a demigod."

"Yes," the brown-haired man closed his eyes, "he can control that boy Sean Spider."

"Would the one just now... be his descendant...?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"...The kid's father seemed to be very good at dealing with monsters back then... He still has fire!"

"We call him 'Long Claw', and he was considered a well-known figure in the human world at that time. He is a human being in the Silver Age."

"Bai—you mean, he's the same age as us!?"

"No, he was born in the late silver period, when the Bronze War broke out." Clegane searched for memories that would not be lost. "He didn't enjoy the grace of God, and he couldn't live too long."

"...Is he dead?"

"Anyway, he is still a mortal, and it is impossible to live to this day. But his information and skills are hard to say."

Zalian was silent, resting his head on his brother's collarbone.The divine punishment called black iron fell on the heads of humans silently, but the war that Zeus deliberately provoked finally succeeded, and the black iron also fell on the heads of monsters.

Thinking about it, he hugged his elder brother with both hands, completely ignoring the eyes of other rain shelters: It seems that under the influence of Athena, same-sex intimacy is highly advocated in the human world, and the goddess can't bear to serve her. When a woman loses her virginity, men begin to look for comfort from the same sex; living with the same sex can also inspire their more heroic and fearless side. For men, they don’t need to be gentle and tender. They are partners and comrades-in-arms; for women , there is no need to be resentful, jealous, and tend to be slaves, they are relatives and confidants.

"...will they... kill us all?"

"How is that possible?" Clegane touched his forehead reassuringly, "They're just human beings."

"……But……"

"The seeds of God's punishment have been planted, and they can last another century at most."

"Will Zeus really annihilate them?"

"Come, look at that temple,"

Clegane led him a little outside, "See that fading light? It's clear to everyone, not just him, that every god's power is weakening... No one is invincible forever, he Same, with his father, with his father's father."

"You mean the golden age... will never come again?"

"Never, Charlie. Just because Zeus doesn't want to admit it doesn't mean it won't happen."

"Then...what about our era?" Zallion looked at his elder brother, "Mother said that our era will also end..."

"All ages must end one day."

"...Will someone come to kill us?"

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid of death." Zaarion hugged his brother tighter.

Clegane, who knew what he was talking about, gently scratched his chin and made him look up: "It is precisely because we cannot die together that we must live together, no matter what era it is... no matter whose era it is. "

"In the human world?"

"...Maybe." The brown-haired man said, "But, not now."

He spoke slowly, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"Let's go back. After this chaos is over, we will come back to human society."

"Back to... the volcano?"

"If you want to go back to the volcano, we will go back to the volcano. If you want to go back to the forest, we will go to the forest."

"I don't want to decide, I just follow you. I want to go where you are."

"Then let's go back to the volcano first. I may be a little busy in a while, and I have to go everywhere. You have to rest well, or you won't be able to stand up to me."

"I can. As long as there is water, I can."

"If you have time after returning to the volcano, you can also teach Shemi Fran how to use ice, and see how much power she gets from you."

"... shall we tell Shemi Fran?"

"You don't want to talk?"

"I-I don't know...it feels kind of weird...but she also...she doesn't like her mother very much, does she?"

"Don't worry, she can handle a lot of things well." Although Clegane didn't spend much time with the little Charmander, he knew her ability very well, "and she likes you quite a lot."

"She told you?"

"Who likes you, I can tell at a glance."

"Hahaha! Just kidding!"

"..."

"...Are you—are you kidding...?"

"..."

"Hey……"

Zalien moved away from his arms, "Hey, bro, are you kidding me?"

When the rain stopped, the brown-haired man didn't answer. He just stroked his back and said 'let's go', completely ignoring the yelling of the child he was pulling.

The Ice Giant was sitting upright, and had stared at the same sitting Charmander for a long time without saying a word.The big fire dragon with broken wings was lying behind him, but he didn't rush.

"Little Uncle," Charmander, whose neck was sore, turned his eyes to the pair of beautiful silver horns, "Is this a lesson?"

"……Do not……"

"I thought I had to stay here with you for a certain amount of time before I could eat."

"Uh……"

"Do you want to talk? Do you know that talking needs everyone's voice?"

"...I just, just wanted to tell you something..."

He glanced at the monster behind him timidly. The monster was already close to him, and he wanted to back away.

"Little uncle, if you can't say it, you can ask your father to tell me."

"A-actually, it's about your title..."

"I don't need to use honorifics?"

"No... no no, no no, no—cough, I mean, I don't mind if you don't want to use honorifics, but what I'm going to talk about is not this problem, it's... the 'little uncle' problem ;Yes, I am your little uncle... Yes, that's right, I am indeed your little uncle, because, because I am your father's younger brother..."

"Lord Zalien's blood also flows from your body." Clegane stopped his stuttering decisively, "To be exact, you are my and his offspring, you must also have the power of Dilmahas, there is no need Doubtful, but not too obvious, and I don’t know how far it can appear.”

Zallion held his breath, trying to look majestic, but his tail wrapped tightly around Clegane's paw.

The little monster was indeed in a daze for a long time, but her expression was neither blank nor stiff, she just looked back and forth calmly.She didn't do any of the actions Ice Dragon imagined, such as her usual tricks, like crying, refusing to accept, being at a loss, making noise, making trouble, turning around and running, sneering...