Nazarick Rimuru

In a huge cave tunnel underground, an old woman walked slowly down the steps.

The magical glow of the perpetual light of the rank around him illuminated the deep staircase, and beneath his robes was armor similar to leather armor.

Even though her face was already full of wrinkles, the old woman still straightened her back, and she could not feel any twilight breath from her body.

Walking down this tunnel without any light, the old woman came to the end of this road, the natural formation of the cave has been dug in the later stage to form a huge space, without any light source of space but strangely bright, the old woman did not care about these details.

Oh no, it should be said that anyone here will be attracted by the things in the middle of this huge space, and how can they care about other details.

Appearing in front of the old woman is a beautiful creature written into legends and poems, which can satisfy all the fantasies of power and grace, a living dragon king.

Only, unlike the legends, this dragon is not a tyrannical or jealous of the greedy for treasure.

"It's been a long time, Char, and I was taken aback when you suddenly contacted me with < message> The

old woman waved her hand at the huge dragon king, as if facing a friend she hadn't seen for a long time, and when she heard the old woman's words, the silver-white huge dragon head slowly raised, and her mouth opened slightly, making a mature male voice.

"Ah, we haven't seen each other in decades, Lygullit. "

Compared to his huge appearance, the dragon lord known as Char has a mature and steady voice, and he and Lygurit are companions who have traveled together, just like the current adventurer squad.

But the pleasant atmosphere of the long-lost meeting of the friends only lasted for a very short time, because Lygullit, who knew her old friend very well, knew that Char had his own responsibilities, and he was not the kind of character who would call out to his old friends because of loneliness.

And the message Char sent to him this time was more like a summoning order, indicating that there was a superpower enough to endanger the world to appear in this world, so Char would gather his trusted old friends to discuss together, hoping that old friends could help him search for some information.

Going

back in time to about two hundred years ago, there were many demon gods in the world that threatened the world, and a young man who had hope in this world but was weaker than anyone else picked up his sword.

At first, his confrontation with the demon god was not favored by anyone, but with the continuous adventure, the boy who was weaker than anyone else grew into a stronger brave man than anyone else, and in this continuous adventure, he also gained more companions, and in the end, they succeeded in defeating the demon god who was endangering the world.

And Char and Lygurit are the companions who once followed the brave man on his adventures.

Although there are many people in the ranks of the Brave, the Twelve Heroes who have the strongest relationship with the Heroes are known as the Thirteen Heroes along with the Heroes.

Char joins with a suit of armor, and Lygurit is the chanter of magic who is the most adept at undead magic among them, and during an adventure, Char's armor is broken up, and the members of the team learn Char's identity.

Although they understand Char's concealment, everyone will more or less mock him about it.

"Although I am very happy to see the arrival of my old friend, but Ligullit, the reason for coming to you is indeed not to catch up, just some time ago, I felt an extremely huge force appear in this world, just like a hundred years ago and hundreds of years ago... But unlike the peaceful power of a hundred years ago, this power seems to be extremely evil, is... Not again.

Although Char omitted a passage, Lygurit understood what the other man was trying to say,... The existence is a common secret between them.

In fact, there was one hundred years ago, but that time the other party's aura of power gave people a sense of goodness.

In addition, they were held back by other things at that time, so they didn't care, and the other party really didn't do anything evil in this world.

But this time... The power of evil, although she believes in her old friend very much, but she is also an undead magic chanter, Ligulit still thinks that the way to judge the good and evil of the other party in the form of power is a bit too arbitrary.

"So... Which direction is it?Is it still near the Great Forest of Tob?"

Glancing vaguely at the huge silver monster corpse behind Char, Ligurit asked Char if she understood that the other party could not easily leave here for some reason.

"That's right, in the direction of the kingdom, close to their fortress city of Yelantil, that's all I know, and the specific location can only be left to you. "

... O kingdom, a familiar place, where her former adventurer team, the Rose, is active, and the former member of the Thirteen Heroes, Ibruai, is now active there.

With the network she runs in the kingdom, she should be able to find out quickly, but if it is really a once-in-a-century variable, she has to be more careful and more careful.

Hearing Char's words, Lygurit thought with her head down.

"Jelantil, if I'm not mistaken, the remnants of the [Zhiranon] are still entrenched over there. The claws of the Cult's Dark Sacred Scriptures are also stretching out in that direction, could it be the handiwork of these two parties?"

Char shook his massive dragon head, rejecting Lygurit's speculation.

"Since the departure of the six gods, although the sect has the blessing of equipment, but after so many years, only that woman has appeared, and this time the power aura is not like that woman holds.

"As for [Zhiranong], you and I who are familiar with Ibiraai know that they are just a bunch of ignorant people seeking eternal life in the name of the Masked Demons, and that the so-called Spiral of Death poses no threat to this world at all.

"And this time the power I feel is real death, you know, dragons usually don't dream, but this time I dreamed of a new country of monsters on the corpse of a country, and the whole continent was completely withered, and countless undead roamed it.

"The living of all races are united and sheltered by the last dragons, the last small piece of pure land of the living.

"However, there is no hope in the faces of those who are left of the living, more despair in sight of the future, and the hearts of each living are filled with indifference.

"This dream felt so real to me that my mind could even touch the concept of death and decay, and that the world seemed to have lost its light. "