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Two thick, successful legs, developed, tread the earth forcefully and run through the plains with lightness as if they were flying.

The medium-sized dragon, known as the largest number of species raised by humans, is a dragon-riding dragon (Langitz) that is good at running, as its name suggests.

Coming off the back of a riding dragon, Shirley sees a herd of dragons that can be seen far away with an alienated eye and stands in grandeur without fear.

Bright enough night to look around in the light of the stars and moon. The long gray hair swept by the wind blowing in the plains appeared in the night darkness, as in Hua, or itself, as in a single star.

"Lizard... let me make you regret this time of year"

Standing is a round of brilliance. There is only one Shura. A mixed army of dragons and demons, who interrupt the worship of what is not normally seen without the sunshine of their daughters, stare with the eyes of the pale and the red.

I'm just worried about canary cover. I am not worried about the fact that magic support and reinforcements will not come. I appreciate that personality is the worst of it all, but it is also the doctrine of keeping its contracts and commitments on the other hand.

The question is to what extent coverage will come. It's hard to imagine how many of the most powerful witches would help themselves fight while they were blocking a wide area of space to save all the inhabitants of the kingdom.

(Then all I can think about is reinforcements, but how much of that will also show up.)

Adventurers of A-rank or higher who are ordered to leave are turning elsewhere. Then all that remains is an adventurer who is willing to go to the battlefield below the B rank, but the number is judged to be extremely low.

If Canary does care about that, many adventurers will gather in the battlefield. But even so, there's no point if there's no gap between the canary and the target.

The way Canaries move people is, frankly, the power of gold. It is limited to those who have created debt, those who need money even in exchange for their lives.

It's not that I'm in financial trouble, B-ranks with lots of freedom lovers don't just work with gold, and even if they come below C-rank, it's about the demon's opponent, who is an exquisite dragon subordinate.

And most importantly, it's ridiculously motivated by others who say class tours, the winnable battle of the White Sword Ghost, which is not considered interesting by other adventurers... who the hell are you going to go to, such as covering a place where most adventurers call it hell and not an exaggeration?

(Precisely, if we gather enough power to deal with the demons under our control, it's going to be critical that we do something in time... if a few pairs of ordinary people show up... don't we have to fight while we help them the other way around?

I laugh at myself with a high look... I think that motive is likely enough.

………… No, the contents of the contract with Canary are to be made available in time for the class visit. There will be no breaking of it in the boulder, but I can't trust it because of my daily actions.

"………… Are you here?"

Failure to wipe away a little anxiety caught Shirley's eye in two colors, a magical stream that she could not otherwise see with her eyes.

Gugnali and the void distort greatly. It's canary space magic. If it should show up this way, it would be ten or eight hundred and nine reinforcements, but will there be ghosts or snakes?

"............ yeah"

"Nah, the pigeon tried to eat the bean cannon. You look at me, don't you?

What emerged from the distortion of space were countless shadows wrapped around columnar and radiant equipment. Shirley, the boulder, looked at this without hiding her surprise, and the man at the head gave a clear look.

The face and the buster sword I carried looked familiar. He's a B-rank adventurer who used to dictate Yumina.

"... No, a little... No, I'm very surprised. I thought reinforcements would come, because I never thought I'd show up with this much quantity and quality."

It was a large number of B-rank adventurers based in the bordering city and C to E rank adventurers who followed them, who lined up with swordsmen who fought harder than this one. Among those groups are three newcomers who partied during the mine.

They all had pneumonia in their eyes and met Shirley in a fierce struggle. But that's too reckless, too brave. This is what a veteran's name would cry about.

"Why did you come? Did you even get threatened by a canary?

If that's the case, I'll tell him you can go home like this.

"It doesn't matter what Gilmouth is. One hundred gold coins just to come, one demon, two more extra pieces, a hundred if the dragon falls. There's no such thing as a good story, is there?

All the adventurers say is that it is the adventurer who fights if there is a request and a reward. The adventurers answer with a float. He said it was our own will to stay here.

It's a slightly incredible sight. Are you saying that Canaries no longer threatened, but that they burned the adventurers with a genuine reward?

"And that's not all the reward, is it?

……

Niyali and when she sees them laughing uniformly, she leans her neck unexpectedly, but Shirley quickly grinds her pale and red eyes, warning her with a low voice.

"……… you will die, won't you?

That terminal word had everything in it. B-rank adventurers will still be able to fight. Shirley also suspects that there are A-S rank equivalents hidden inside, but the dragon is still too powerful.

Besides, what about the young adventurers behind you? It is very unlikely that you can deal with dragons. I would never say that would happen, but I would have to be blind to the coming future of dog death.

A species with life. You don't have to join us. You can't pass a demon through the city, and when you die, there's no point in paying for it.

"That's why Temehe doesn't understand."

"Dragon extermination doesn't work, it doesn't just leave you to yourself."

No one was forced, nor was he flushed with him.

I'm scared to death. Of course. But what is an adventurer without killing dragons (dragon slays) and eating big guys (giant killings)?

"…… I understand. If you say so much, I won't stop you."

Shirley gives up their persuasion with a deep breath, telling them to like it already.

If Shirley doesn't have a step-in-law or a technique to stop them if they ask for a reward from the source.

No matter how powerful or unexpected the enemy is, it is the adventurer who is at his own risk.

"Well, nothing. We didn't come without any winning muscle either. Bye. You, the swordsman, don't let one of those herds through the city."

The man in charge of the spear shakes the copper recognition votes and sees the army of dragons as if they were Yunxia.

Inevitably, a large number of adventurers swallow solitary spit. The demons have been packing their time to the point where there is no distance to engage.

"You don't have to take my word for it. I'm sure. It's real, isn't it? Rumor has it, The White Sword Ghost is the biggest secret.

Featuring the rigid arms of a developed giant, Beowulf, the Dragon King of the West, lost his linguistic ability and some reason for geometry in exchange for unparalleled rigidity, looking straight at the enemies to be truly debated in a fanaticized spirit.

It is not enough for the Dragon King to take, such as a person who holds back on the road. His target was the low dragons who lost pride and were kept by men, and the dragon gods who chose to lean on men while reigning at the summit of truth.

He formerly constituted an army like this one in the form instigated by Neesheg and Valitra, and participated in raids from three directions, but Beowulf still didn't mind.

A great opportunity to discuss the angry Aeon and to fit yourself in the throne of the Dragon God. The Dragon King of the West isn't crazy enough to miss this.

Blew up those who were in the way of the road and the city, and the great multitude who could not triumph over the king's capital, where the enemy slept, narrowed their eyes to a group of those who could see ahead.

Adventurer to find out from the weapons and protective equipment he wears. Probably stuck to protect the town, but it's really stupid.

What the hell are we going to do with fewer than a hundred people in front of a group that is completely outnumbered even by its overall quality?

Beowulf's superior vision captured a white-haired woman at the head of the group amidst an army that at once reinforced the momentum of the march to crush her like dust and mustard.

"Wake up…" The Ethereal Wall (Igarima) "," The Red Temple Castle (Srshagana) "

A sharpened hearing, similar to that of the eye, made me hear the name of a two-wielded sword that suddenly appeared at the woman's disposal.

It is a straight knife that emits a glow of the same colour as the eyes of its owner: pale and red, respectively. The Ethereal Body features the design of the Beast King, while the Red Body is engraved with the design of the King Bird, and Beowulf increases his level of vigilance at once before his hidden magic.

"-" It's a funeral song to float and disappear in the waters of Yellow Springs Road shaking in the mountain breeze "

A clear voice sounds and the atmosphere swirls around the woman. At this time, a large number of people and demons who were here as well as Beowulf felt a strong tidal wind that should not be inland.

"-" Your hands tear apart the heavens, crush the earth, and roll up the sea is the boundary between us. "

Spinned with a sober voice like a bell, it's a chant that resembles a song, a celebration, or a mourning. Gradually, the radiance emitted by the blade increases, vividly dyeing the filled plains at night.

"-" Still, I can't stop taking your hand, our neck, our screaming prayers and the time to break our hands. "

Beowulf increased his speed. Dragon King's fighting instincts almost sued him for not activating this sorcery.

But it was also too late. Shortly before a giant like Gang Fist tried to blow a woman's luxurious body, the world was swallowed by the light - the world changes.

"-" Until you are finished - we dedicate ourselves to you. "

It was just a reproduction of the myth itself.

When I finish the chant, my eyes dazzle at the extreme light emitted together. Feeling a floating sensation that obscures even the sense of equilibrium, slowly opening your eyes, it is a world where night and day mix in and the horizon widens as far as you can see.

The army of the Dragon King was divided into three parts: Beowulf, his subordinate, the ten dragons, plus hundreds of demons attached to it, each of which was drawn into three ruins islands floating in the sky.

"Welcome to my world. And as an atonement for trying to get in the way of a class tour... I will let you slay him with my life."

Beowulf stares at the relative white woman one-on-one with herself, and with vigilance reveals her fangs and roars.

In a group of ruins as if they had perished a long time ago, the swordsmen with two straight swords, the Ethereal and the Red, and the Dragon King of the Mad War, who abandoned reason and honed his fighting instincts, were finally trying to determine the female male.

The Dragon is the most powerful species by freely rushing around places where the power of man cannot be extended while maintaining its power, magic, and giant power.

Even with the exception of the Dragon King, there were ten such monsters... even though there were no ancient dragons, adventurers who expected a tough battle, but there were incredible sights that betrayed that prediction.

As soon as the other worlds were built and dragged into them, the dragons that were diving through the earth were ejected and the winged dragons that were dancing in the sky were slapped down.

Perhaps even if there was a water dragon lurking in the water, it would have been pulled up to the ground. Even if they try to dive into the ground again, their claws won't even scratch the ground, and even if they try to jump up into the sky again, the buoyancy wings will not exert their power at all.

That is the only absolute law of this other world. Igarima and Shrushagana, two pairs of demon swords most treasured by The White Sword Ghost. Each adds a few abilities, but its true value is the otherworld-creational magic constructed by resonating the two - "The Tyrant's Garden Capital."

The great magic that literally temporarily creates different worlds and traps subjects in different worlds, but its greatest characteristic is the absolute law laid down for each other.

As the name suggests, the oppressor pushes the mound of the oppressor and those recognized by the opponent against the enemy, while not allowing the opponent to even try to build his own mound, it is an inescapable single altar that blocks even space magic.

"I've heard the story before, but that mom... she's a solo (solo) professional, well-suited demon weapon for a lot of mass warfare!

Give scouts and assassins a place to lurk in the plains that deserve a head-on battle for close combat positions on your side, a high ground that is unlikely to be climbed by archers or magicians, and furthermore reinforce terrain change magic, but a hostile Dragon cannot go where the opponent's attacks do not strike, and using terrain change magic does not make it effective.

All against the dragon are B-rank adventurers, but they are caught tangling limbs on the ground proud of their giants and sealing their movements with the art of junction.

The adventurers, who knew that the biggest attack, the braces, also had to throw up from their mouths, all attacked from the sides, even inhibiting a change of direction.

And these powers are the very basis on which Shirley, who is only a swordsman, raved that he could defend the city alone, in front of hundreds of demonic groups. Those who specialize in melee warfare, not just swordsmen, are always one-to-many weak. If you turn the group onto the line of defense, they will pull you out from the outside of the intermission to the back, but you will not have to worry about it if you lock yourself in a different realm.

A human being who had decided to be short. The dragons were supposed to just trample by like ants crawling along the side of the road, but it was already too late when they realized they had set a hell of a trap, and they were embedded in a mud that was even difficult to fight back.

"Hey, I honestly imagined Atashi was like a death fight?

"That's an odd encounter, so am I."

On the other hand, on an island where witty demons like Goblins and Bad Bonobos attached to the dragon's curtain were sorted out, adventurers below the C-rank grumbled in such a way as clapping without loosening their guard.

Contrary to them who can slap such a futile mouth, the end of the demon's path, which is assigned to this island, ends with a word of misery.

As soon as they were drawn into the other world, the demons, pushed into the giant crater, were ravaged by the simultaneous attack of the magic of the adventurers who were positioned around them.

Suddenly he's thrown into a place he doesn't know, and even if he does that in the midst of confusion, he becomes just a beast, no matter how many witty demons he turns.

On top of that, when the junction technique blocked him to the escape path so that he could not escape, sprinkling oil and igniting him with flaming sorcery, the crater turned into a hell of a kiln.

Now only chase demons who have been lucky enough to escape. Just defeat the frightened and weak demon. Two gold coins. It's a really lame story.

Has the battle begun and already exceeded twenty hours?

While other battlefields are advancing things in their favor, the floating island, where the Dragon King is located, had a fierce battle with thunder pouring down with a beating.

In addition to being able to follow the dragon below, one of the major features of the Dragon King is that he has the power to manipulate lightning, one of the five major attributes.

Due to the development of magic yesterday, mankind is freely extinguishing the groundwater fire wind, but only thunder, a symbol of natural disaster and a faith in divine punishment, has still not been able to exert its power to kill every person with one blow.

However, it should be noted that there are many voices among magicians that the lightning attribute is the most powerful attack magic because the power of lightning strikes ahead of unfinished lightning magic is known.

The speed of thunder, he said, ranges from hundreds to thousands of times faster than the sound. If you complete a special blow that will carbide the creature at a rate that completely leaves the sound behind, you will turn it into a strategic magic that will form a bi-perfection with local attribute magic.

"GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

"Shh...!

The shock of such a lightning strike strikes like rain, and Shirley plays the flash that strikes her directly with a straight sword of pale and red.

Though thunder is not inherently captured by the naked eye of an organism, Shirley's "Seeing Genius" captured its trajectory and spearheaded the future of direct strike.

Eyes and future vision that even captures the speed of light. Combining the two is the basic fighting style of the White Sword Ghost, but the corresponding martial arts are also out-of-the-box.

A demon sword that imposes only "visible" powers and the mound of the surgeon on the target. Not so powerful on their own, but when the swordsmen say Shirley have them, they have a special effect.

"There you go…………!

"GOOOOOOOO!?

The aftermath of the thunderstorm burns her skin and hair, but she didn't even care.

White hair and a one-piece hem paint a whirlwind, and Shirley hurls Igarima right into Beowulf's right eye as she breaks through the thunderous rain.

Not surprisingly, he played with his right arm, but a moment's sight blockage filled the distance just to say he was dead, and Shirley, who grabbed the Ethereal Blade in the air, swung it down at the same time, slashing and tearing the Dragon King's jaw to his torso.

"Ggaaaaaaaaaa!!

bursting scream. But it was not due to pain, but to anger.

From the former, this dragon king is an individual who has abandoned his intelligence in a heterogeneous manner from the other seven heads. In exchange, he gained tremendous muscle strength and pain.

Fist indiscriminate enough to rock a floating island. Shirley scratches every blow of the special that would scratch her flesh just to plunder, as if she were going to dance.

Being a semiimmortal (Immortal) who drains a lot of energy into restoring his flesh, he can't afford to be struck by the Dragon King.

It is the awareness that just one blow is what separates life and death that will add to Shirley's training.

(Earlier blow, playback has already begun...... at this pace, it will not be clear...... Huh!

But it is the White Sword Ghost that does not loosen the hand of the counterattack.

Whether you are an adventurer known as S-rank or in front of an unharmed onslaught, you will carve countless slashes on both of them on the reverse, steadily reducing Beowulf's total energy.

"GOOOOOOOO!!

And it was the same thing that Beowulf felt was not obvious. Jumping Shirley up by arming off the surface in the front strip, he releases two fists without getting his hair in between, but Shirley pushes forward through the face of the Dragon King by chopping his arm with two demon swords while turning in the air to deal with the blow of his giant arm by incredibly spinning.

"Fu......!

Shirley, who exhaled briefly, interrupting the slash wheel and bouncing to be bounced, slashed and ripped Beowulf's right face into fine dust from eye to eye.

"GOOOOOOOO!?

"I got it...!

Dragon King of the West deprived of the right side of his vision. You can't miss that gap, and The White Sword Ghost slashes the right half of the dragon endlessly.

The scales, which boast much more strength than the ancient dragon, are slashed from tendon to tendon with two sharp demon swords that exceed the steel sword created by fantasy alchemy.

Lean heavily to the right where the giant has lost power. Coming here, The Dragon King of the West pushed his angry, scorching pride, but he had to admit it.

- This swordsman is beyond the power of the Dragon King.

However, strength and weakness do not necessarily distinguish victory. Beowulf puts up a battle with the biggest blow.

Though chopped up, he protected the steeple, and The Dragon King of the West unleashed his magic powers all over him.

That's a thunderbolt space involving not only the islands we're on, but also the other two floating islands. With swords and the like, he decides to battle with a three-beat divine speed blow of wide range, density, and power that is unplayable.

In fact, Shirley herself doesn't have the power to just stop Colle. Her essence is pure swordsman, and she is not such a damned thing as to set off light (beam) from a melee weapon.

"Swallow Shinji," "Red Temple Castle"

Yes, Shirley "for herself.

The shockwave of thunder, with its unleashed overwhelming destruction, is swallowed all by the shruchagana's fullness to become the light produced by the high density of magic power… Read it and become the magic light as the letter, as if it were a wing, split from Shirley's back in two hands and fogged.

"Hate, but this is my mound. I won't take the liberty of saying indiscriminate saturation attacks, etc., so it's just bad."

Shrushagana's ability to activate on its own… it is to inexhaustibly absorb energy attacks that have no entity and convert them into harmless magic to disperse them from the owner's back.

This world, this floating island, is her realm as a swordsman, and the red straight knife is one of the keys to weaving it.

You will never be allowed to fight the White Sword Ghost with unsaturated attacks or extermination magic.

"Now… let's end this."

The blow of his whole body is broken, and the sword ghost approaches Beowulf's neck, which has undergone a recoil of release.

Two swords depicting the trajectory of the sky and the red slaughtered the dragon king's spine with every pulse of his life.

"Did it take you almost an entire day...... you just said the boulder was Dragon King. I didn't know you were going to show Shrushagana what he was capable of."

While sending praises to a long time strong enemy, he sighs lightly at his lack of training, relying on the ability of the sword, but his face is somewhere sunny.

If all that reinforcement hadn't shown up, it wouldn't have been such a short crusade. Covering intelligent demons... when it comes to large groups, there is more trouble than the strength of each individual.

The same thing even if isolated from island to island. With all those dragons gathered, it wouldn't have been difficult to cover them from afar.

But that's also a hypothetical story. I don't know what the cause and what kind of sweet words the adventurers were instigated by the Canaries, but they didn't.

Now that he could go on a class tour without worries, Shirley, not expecting anything at all to happen after this, went to the rescue on the other islands in a light foothold while suppressing his floating mind.