Black Haired King

"... sister... up...?

Someone who puts his hand on my shoulder and heals my wounds, it's been 3 years... almost 4 years? That's where my sister was when I hadn't seen her.

He had red shining hair aligned around his shoulder blades, a red robe, and a cane with red treasure balls attached to his tip, making him look like he deserved two "Red Lotus Witches".

... it was. You knew my sister was in this country by letter. There are also Kurts, naturally. I haven't been able to send a letter in the last two years or so because of a case where I've been missing from the war and the movement of territory.

"Long time no see, Redius. You got so cool while I wasn't watching."

That's what I'm saying, my sister, who runs magic on me. Are you giving me the cure as well as the magic? It should be difficult to give magic to others, but it's on my boulder sister.

"It was my sister who got pretty clean"

"Phew, I'm happy to flatter you."

Ugh, my sister laughing, but it's not flattery or anything. From my sister there was something called adult color that the Victorians couldn't beat. Even Master Froze didn't lose.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!!!

I was looking at my sister like that, but I get up and I look behind the growl I hear from behind. There was a dead dragon looking at this one with a slightly shapeless but drooling cloudy eye. Around it are also soldiers who have become undead.

"I just want to talk to Redius slowly and calmly, but now I have to do something about that dead dragon."

"Right. Can I go?

"Absolutely. Who are you talking to?

Over my sister's head, who says so, a number of spheres of flame appear. And that sphere of flames falls over the soldiers, one undead after the other.

It's painful for the soldiers, but I want them to forgive me. I was running out the moment my sister let me go. Dress in demonic costumes and aim for the Dead Dragon.

The Dead Dragon notices me coming at him and sheds magic on his body. The magic flowed grew like tentacles from my body and I thought they were coming after me... and I began to grasp the soldiers who became nearby undead.

What the hell? And, at the moment I thought, didn't the Dead Dragon take those soldiers to their mouths and start eating them? The magic that Dead Dragons increase each time they eat undead. He eats undead and recovers!?

"Let it! Wind cut!"

I thought it didn't taste good as it was, and I put a slash on my tentacles. My sister also releases a blade of flame, cutting it one after the other and dropping it.

But the tentacles grow new from the moment they are cut, eating the nearby undead one after the other. And when the surrounding undead was gone, he now headed towards the Warcraft.

"Redius!"

"Yes!"

Me and my sister jump off the outer wall again like we followed. I run, my sister magically flies through the universe. The Dead Dragon went to the Warcraft for only one reason. It would be to eat the undead in the same way.

When the Dead Dragon descends to the Warcraft, he releases his temper at once. Of course, the corpse that was overwhelmed was undead by the intensity of his anger even to the living warcraft.

I let it disappear with demonic costumes, and my sister wraps the magic around her body that purifies her temper with light magic, so it has no effect, but this area was so thick that no one would enter without purifying it anymore.

"Redius, you can never untie that armor!

"I know!

Unlock the Devil's Heaven costume and I'll be one of them. That must be avoided.

The warcraft gathered together by the temptation of the Dead Dragon also become one undead after another and are devoured. In proportion to that, the power of the Dead Dragon increases.

The Warcraft feared for their power, thanks to their scattering, it is ironic that we should proceed.

By the time me and my sister arrived at the Dead Dragon, there was no Warcraft around, and instead of fully recovering, there was a dead dragon that turned into a foreign form.

Tentacles had grown from the back besides the wings, new arms and feet gathered in flesh pieces of the Warcraft and soldiers, and tails had grown to three tails.

"Ggaaaaaaaa!"

"Redius!!!

"Ha!!

The tentacles on the back of the Dead Dragon grow on us as we roar. Seeing it coming, my sister calls me. I run out when I hear that voice.

I don't have anything to talk about. My sister will tell you what she wants to say. Tentacles coming at me. I plunge into my tentacles without doing anything. If I'm alone, I'll have to deal with it, but now I have a sister behind me.

Tentacles approaching me are shot by fireballs that are released one after the other. Tentacles regenerate immediately, but I have time to scratch.

In front of me is the appearance of a dead dragon mutated into a foreign form. He stares at me with a cloudy eye. pressure to increase at the same time. They'll come and crush us for real over there.

But I'm not willing to lose any more. Dead dragon. I'll let you hunt your neck!