A city where dragons howl (2)
A dragon sculpture said to have been made by splitting the most perfect dragon.
Timur the Steelworker had been expecting this group to follow ever since he received the piece of Ravnoma from the pilgrims.
Because dragons are immortal and are constantly trying to gather together to become perfect.
“Count Bayezid.”
“…Duke.”
Peter, clutching his sword, was looking at Rutger and Vlad who were fighting in front of him at the end of the hallway.
My son and the knight trying to push away the approaching dragon.
I wanted to run to them right away, but Peter had work to do here.
“That’s not the place. “Here’s what we have to do.”
Every era has its own duties.
Just as the knights of the current era have to fight in front of us, the knights of previous eras also have duties that they must bear.
“We have to solve the root of the problem.”
Timur nodded toward Fernand, and soon he began drawing a large circle in the empty air.
Then the secret passage begins to be revealed.
The hallway that the magician who deceived space had taken great pains to hide was revealed before Peter’s eyes.
“Take care of the pieces of Ravnoma as you promised before.”
“…….”
The current situation almost began when the Western Ravnoma, the guardian family of the oath, collapsed.
The pieces were becoming more perfect as they were closer together, and to resolve this situation, a new family was needed to keep the pieces on behalf of Ravnoma.
And the only family that could do that was Bayezid.
“Will Bayezid be enough? “Duke.”
“I would be most grateful if you would stand by my side.”
After hearing Timur’s words, Peter raised his head and looked up at the ceiling.
The sound of dragons howling over the shaking city.
The sound was getting stronger as time passed and the vibrations of the pieces became stronger.
“All right.”
With those who have power comes great responsibility.
Peter, standing in front of the dark hallway, nodded that he would do so.
“I will become the guardian of another piece.”
For Bayezid’s sake and for my sons who will move forward.
For the sake of the next generation, Peter decided to pay his due.
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“Aaaah!”
It was so dazzling that the wide hallway seemed narrow.
Golden afterimages intricately intertwined on the floor, ceiling, and walls.
In the feast of lines that continued at high speed, Mirshea’s eyes began to waver, unable to find their way.
[Now is the time!]
The secret to a one-hit kill is its unexpectedness.
And the teacher who best understood the technique would be Auguste, who shared the same swordsmanship.
“Who can control Dragulia!”
The path shown by Auguste, the commander of the Imperial Military Police, was so complex that it deceived even the dragon’s gaze.
However, even though the path was complicated, what I wanted was clear.
The swordsmanship of a duelist who wins with a single blow began to extend through the tip of Vlad’s sword.
“…The imperial sword!”
A man’s sword that anyone born as a dragon would hate.
Mirshea’s eyes were distorted viciously when she recognized the sword, but it was too late when she saw it, and by the time she recognized it, it had already arrived.
“I am not Dragulia!”
Tung-! Tung-! Empty!
A golden afterimage slowly spreading through the old hallway.
As Vlad pushed Mirshea away, the ripples engraved by Xayar were rippling with each step he took.
“It’s Vlad of Shoara!”
Two knights break through the wall blocking their path and become entangled in thick stone dust.
Mirshea let out a suppressed moan as he received a blow from Vlad, who felt as if his entire body had been stabbed with a sword.
‘This guy is also affected by the sculpture!’
The power and speed that only a dragon can have.
Due to its physical power exceeding human standards, Mirshea once again got away from the dragon pieces.
[We must continue to control the battlefield! What did Xayar say before?]
Xayar, the one-eyed knight, said.
Only attacks that flow like water can overwhelm the opponent.
That means you should always be ready for the next move.
“There is a limit to what you can look at!”
Mirshea’s sword began to extend as if he could no longer withstand Vlad’s constant thrusts.
Mirshea cuts off the pulse of the attack with a multi-colored aura.
His world, in which he neatly cuts off Vlad’s progress in a straight line, could indeed be called perfect.
‘Do not avoid it!’
However, perfection means that there are no flaws.
If there was no flaw in the other person, Vlad decided to become the flaw that would be engraved into perfection.
The mud fight that would take place from now on was also the method Vlad was most confident in.
Wood clatter-
“……!”
The shoulder armor that the sword touched was dented and the breastplate began to crack.
Nevertheless, the progress does not stop.
Mirshea’s eyes widened as she saw Vlad taking the attack with just his body.
“This is the back alley way! “You b*stard!”
The sword is deflected using the angle of the armor, and the resulting impact is withstood using rigid body techniques.
A truly reckless and reckless attack.
However, the back alleys of Shoara were a place where you couldn’t dream of tomorrow if you couldn’t endure the present.
“Keuheuk!”
Vlad’s forehead seemed to flash and soon filled Mirshea’s field of vision.
Wow!
Intense pain coming at the end of a flash.
Mirshea experienced a headbutt today for the first time in her life.
“It’s like this!”
“Aaaah!”
Josef had said.
The basic thing in war is not to give in to what the other side wants.
Wherever you want, when you want, and how you want.
Vlad’s attack, which started from the mud below, did not give Mirshea a single thing she wanted.
“Who am I! “Say it again!”
He is ferocious because he was born as a dragon, and he is rough because he grew up in the back alleys.
However, what he is wielding is a noble imperial sword.
The unexpected nature of everything from the roots to the fruits that were borne was roaring loudly in the name of Vlad.
“Tell me! Mirshea!”
Vlad’s world is a multifaceted world.
Vlad’s name, which changes depending on who sees it, was something that only he could define.
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The knights of Maringen come to me!
Kharkita! Build your defenses!
Ford Mills and Romnier, escort the wounded!
The lords who rushed out of the meeting hall were hastily summoning the knights of their families.
The Dragon Slayer Knights and Wyverns are still trampling Bastopol from the sky.
However, the knights, including the lords, quickly began to form a formation as if they had finally found their place.
Push!
Keekeeeeek!
And from afar, a wyvern flies away with an eerie sound.
There was a light extending straight out from the ground that was just being hit.
It was someone’s spear, faster than an arrow and sharper than a sword.
“It’s Lord Volkov!”
“Volkov the javelin!”
Baranov’s knights began to cheer as they saw the wyvern falling helplessly.
“…Go and get all my spears.”
Volkov was so exhausted that he trembled at the orders he had given.
Blood stained with dust ran down his forehead to his wrists, and his armor was cracked here and there, but Volkov’s eyes were not dead yet.
“According to the number of flies flying over there.”
There is a place for everyone.
And for Volkov, the javelin thrower, it was more appropriate to hit the wyvern flying above than to deal with the dragon called Mirshea.
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Knock knock!
The hallway continues to shake even now.
It was a mysterious hallway, but the dragon sculpture was running rampant to the point that even the passage was shaking.
“…Let’s begin.”
“All right.”
The deepest part of a city made of steel.
Timur and Peter, who walked along the dark hallway under the guidance of the wizard Fernand, were finally able to stand in front of the sealed box where the dragon pieces were stored.
Knock knock!
Deodeodeodeodeok-!
Sealed boxes containing dragon fragments.
The seals that were calling out to the dragons with all their might began to howl even louder, as if they had noticed the presence of Timur and Peter.
“Hmm!”
Timur’s world flows through his closed left eye.
After passing through the lock that Baranov could pass through, the knight’s sword touched the dragon piece.
Wow!
“Keuuu!”
“…!”
If an animal and a human were mixed together and screamed, would this sound come out?
The strange, indescribable screams made even the experienced Timur and Peter flinch for a moment.
“…It’s quiet now.”
“I fainted for a moment.”
A faint stream of blood was leaking from the pierced sword.
Timur nodded, looking at Baranov’s ship, which had become quiet along with him.
“Now it’s your turn.”
The dragons currently rampaging outside were under the influence of these pieces.
These are the remnants that fell from the most perfect dragon, and the disasters that will continue to bring about dragons in the future.
Unless these things are stopped even for a moment, those born with dragon blood will continue to trample upon Bastopol.
“I will cut it.”
“I am ready. “Count.”
Peter closed his left eye, looking at Ravnoma’s locks that could no longer function properly.
Peter’s world, flowing slowly, resembled the strong walls of Sturma.
“Hmph!”
Sigh-!
Peter cut off the locks of the fallen Ravnoma, which had completely cracked.
Then, the dragon sculpture that was trying to escape from the sealed box began to struggle.
“Hurry and swear in front of the Sword Master’s chest!”
Fernand, who summoned the mystery at that moment, summoned a heavy and huge space and began to block the top of the sealed box.
Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
uuu-ung-ng our distorted vision that the space as to be a very small compressed mountain.
The reason the ground still shakes even though it has a mountain on its head is probably because the dragon piece is so desperate right now.
“I will continue to do what I need to do where I need to be…”
Wow!
With Fernand’s help, Peter plunges his sword into the place where the lock was.
The same strange scream as before began to echo from the tip of his sword.
“The name who is responsible and will pay a fair price is Bayezid.”
Peter’s expression began to distort as he swore his oath.
Unlike Timur’s time, this time his blood was flowing out along with the inserted sword.
“Until this name expires, Bayezid, I swear that I will uphold your task.”
No one can say the oath now.
The only thing that can say that something will be protected is the guarantee of a powerful person.
A pillar of the North for a long time and a supporter of the one remaining Ravnoma.
And only Bayezid, who had taken a new step forward by defeating Gaidar in the West, was qualified to make the current oath effective.
And the Sword Master’s seal also judged Peter’s oath to be legal and sound.
“Turn it off!”
Peter’s blood that had escaped along the sword began to clump together.
The place where it started to gather was where Ravnoma’s lock had been until just a moment ago.
A new lock made with Peter’s blood began to replace the lock of Ravnoma, which could not fulfill its duty due to its fall.
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Bastopol, the city where dragons howl.
However, the city, which had been shaking precariously until just now, is now slowly starting to get back on its feet.
“…!”
“…!”
The same blue eyes that were looking at each other fiercely.
The Wyverns that were running wild up there were also struggling with their heavy wings due to the sudden feeling of helplessness.
‘Ugh.’
[Don’t let go of your sword! It’s just that I’ve finally returned.]
Vlad, who had been excited by the constant feeling of elation, was embarrassed by the sudden weight of his body.
And Vlad was not the only one who felt embarrassed by the current situation.
‘Stopped? A piece of a dragon?’
There was a calling that became stronger and more perfect the closer I got.
Mirshea tried to follow the call and complete the mission, but the current situation was showing a completely different aspect from what his father had said.
‘I don’t know if it’s Baranov, but even Ravnoma’s Chest?’
It may be Baranov’s ship, which has a legitimate owner, but it will not be able to put to rest Ravnoma’s ship, which has already fallen greatly.
Contrary to Timur and Fernand’s thoughts, the seal that had lost its qualifications was something that no one could put to rest.
[I guess I’m ready! Vlad!]
Only until the Sword Master approves.
The power you have is simply a condition for becoming a guardian.
Because it was Bayezid who protected, raised, and believed in the young potential of Vlad in front of Quihano, Peter was able to become a new guardian of the oath.
“…!”
Vlad gritted his teeth as he felt a huge heat coming from his back.
The herder’s job is to bring the prey in front of the hunter.
Seeing the target he had to hold on to until the end, Vlad once again held his sword tightly.
“If you happen to survive, tell that guy called my father.”
“……what?”
A red-hot volcano was emerging from the collapsed mansion.
The name of the volcano is Rutger Bayezid.
“I will definitely visit you someday.”
It was Rutger Bayezid, the dragon slayer.
“Mircea-!”
A volcano that had reached the deepest world and started to crawl out towards reality.
The color of the world Rutger paints is all red.
“Let’s end this!”
Rutger’s world, which was born on a pure white snow field but was hotter than anyone else’s, was flying towards the dragon that had lost its wings.
Exactly towards the spot where the dragon slayer had cornered.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The heat that was difficult to bear began to burn Mirshea’s fingertips.
Now that the call of the fragments had disappeared, what Mirshea was wearing was simply a human body.
“Keuuuuuuu!”
It can’t be like this.
I should have taken the piece from here, following the dragon’s ceaseless call.
So what exactly was the Sword Master’s energy that my father felt?
“…!”
At that moment, an intuition that could not be explained in words passed through Mirshea’s mind.
City Moshiam Swordmaster Imperial sword.
Because the person connected to all of these things was glaring at him right now.
