#437. What should I call you?
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[Witch sister, do you have anything to say to me?]
“Sorry, but there are no sweets.”
[When did I ask for snacks? Instead of that, apologize. Apologize!]
Yuna-kyung jumped up.
And flapping its wings, it poured out an ardent protest.
[When you entrusted me with monitoring the seal, you said you would be replaced soon?! By the way, what day is it now? Yes?]
“How could I have known things would turn out like this?”
[Don’t you know that the Prophet is like that?]
“That’s why I’m not the world’s greatest prophet.”
Even Ainsha couldn’t see through the resurrection of the demon, so he wondered if it was him.
Watching Shir speak shamelessly, Yuna-kyung made a rugged expression.
Sir also knew that there were many things to prepare for the demon subjugation.
I should have known…
[If the witch sister didn’t work, even someone else could have replaced it! Do you have no conscience to nail a pitiful bluebird like me to a place like this?!]
“It can’t be helped. Moscow is not in a situation where anyone can come in and out.”
Sir shrugged.
Moscow, engulfed in the curse of the devil, is a place where most humans lose consciousness just by stepping into it.
Even a master of the Seven Dragons could get internal injuries or collapse if he stayed for a long time.
It was not possible to send shift personnel.
All those who could withstand the curse even a little bit were mobilized to rescue citizens, so only Yuna-kyung was left.
“Actually, I’m even more amazed at why you are so fine.”
[Are you saying that I should have been sick?]
“There’s no way I could hope for a trivial result that wouldn’t even be worth dissecting.”
[…Witch sister, you know what a witch really is when you see it like this?]
“What are you saying?”
It’s like looking at a lab animal.
Yuna-kyung let out a sigh as she looked at Shir with curious eyes.
It was because he knew that even if he had been a normal person instead of a blue bird, she would have reacted the same way as now.
she is the queen of magic
Of course, he had lived a much longer life than Limon.
He was one of the greatest villains of the Silver Age who tried to conquer the world against the gods.
So it was.
The reason Yuna-gyeong, who eventually gave up on arguing with Sir, changed the topic.
[By the way, what about the sadist sister? You haven’t seen it since a while ago.]
About a thousand armed forces lined up in this area.
Including the Russian troops waiting outside the city, the Silver Dragon clan’s full force was mobilized.
Where is Yekathrice, the best master of the silver dragon clan, and what is she doing?
Sir’s answer to Yuna-kyung’s question was simple.
“The baby fell out because she wasn’t feeling well. To be precise, it’s more like being caught and tied up by an aide.”
[Ah, because of the aftereffects of Yonghwa?]
“No, I caught a cold.”
[…Could the princess of the Seven Dragons catch a cold?]
“Well?”
For some reason, he smiled strangely at the question of Yuna-kyung, who was confused by a strange sense of deja vu.
“Wouldn’t it be possible to stick to someone’s ger naked and in bad shape and spend the night eavesdropping on it?”
[Oh, that’s not true.]
Yuna-kyung smiled.
There is a certain time and place. In this Moscow where the north wind and snow are blowing, to catch a cold while doing such a thing in such a situation.
No matter how good Yekathrice was, there was no way she would have done such a foolish thing.
Seeing Yun Na-kyung’s affirmation, Shir laughed.
“In terms of common sense, you’re right… but if you’re a witch too, keep in mind that common sense is always beyond imagination.”
[…I’m not a witch, but a blue bird?]
Ignoring Yuna-kyung’s protests.
Sir turned his head.
And I saw where once there was the Kremlin, now only the Tower of Frost rises above the great iceberg.
“Because that demon is proof of how fleeting common sense is.”
Gods and priests, of course.
Even herself as the great witch.
Until the demon god appeared, I never imagined that such a god could exist.
Sir, who confessed calmly, immediately looked in front of the iceberg with a strange expression on his face again.
“Of course, even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to do it like that baby.”
A white-haired man sitting cross-legged in front of an iceberg with a sword on his lap.
The owner of the Tower of Swords, who taught 7 of the 13 sword masters in history, and the guardian deity of mankind who even cut down demons.
For a while, he had a meaningful smile while watching the last sword master whose existence itself was no different from common knowledge.
Shir suddenly put his hand to his chest bone.
“Now then, let’s get ready as well.”
container.
where did it come from
After pouring out several scrolls made of parchment wrapped around sticks of gold, silver, and jewels.
The legendary great witch and prophet finished her words languidly.
“Because this war is going to be pretty intense.”
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Yuna-kyung flies around busily according to Sir’s instructions.
With more than a thousand members of the Silver Dragon clan waiting in formation.
Limon was lost in meditation.
It wasn’t just because I needed to wait.
It was to keep my mind and body sharpened even a little for the fight that was about to begin.
The powerful enemy, the Demon God, who put him on the brink of death 70 years ago, was just as dangerous.
Of course, the meaning of that strong enemy was on a slightly different trajectory than just being strong, and the situation was different from 70 years ago and now…
but even one mistake was not allowed.
Whether it is for the millions or hundreds of millions of people whose fates will depend on the outcome of this fight.
Whether it was for Ainsha, who gave her everything to subjugate the demon.
shit.
While Limon was immersed in the inner world and controlled the 13 swordsmen standing tall in a tower, and the aura of the dragon rising beneath them.
A piece of ice went through a crack.
Cracks so small and insignificant that you can’t even see them.
But the gold spread quickly.
In the end, the moment when the huge ice mass like a mountain is covered with gold like a spider’s web.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The iceberg breaks apart.
A shadow exploded from within.
The seal created by Yekathrice and Sir by stopping time was finally broken.
The shadow encroaching everywhere more fiercely than before, as if venting out the resentment that had been trapped up until now.
However, even before such a wave of curses, Limon did not wake up from his meditation, let alone draw his sword.
widely.
Instead, it was a silver-haired maid.
It was Kana who took over the leadership of the clan in place of Yekatrice, who was tied up in the camper.
Right after she lifted the hem of her skirt and drew a knife from the belt on her thigh, she opened her mouth in a cold voice.
“The development of a firestorm during heavy rain.”
PABABABABABABATT!!!
The waves of shadows faltered.
The warriors of the Silver Dragon clan were ready to shoot arrows at any time with a bow in one hand.
The moment they pierced the shadows with a thousand arrows fired in unison by resonating psionics.
The fierce heat wave burned the shadows.
It was just the beginning.
Bang Kwa Kwang! Quarreung!
Whether it makes a lot of tentacles.
Whether it’s getting together and pushing it with a lot of weight.
Whether it’s a sudden increase in speed.
Every time it crossed the set boundary, the arrow pierced the shadow without fail, and each time the shadow had to be pushed back by the heat wave.
It was natural.
They are the descendants of warriors who criticized Genghis Khan and the continent.
Even if not as much as the musketeers of the Golden Dragon clan, all of them were sharpshooters and masters of rapid fire.
But that’s all.
No matter how many times it was burned, the shadow connected to the pillar of darkness was restored and its size and density increased.
The special arrow made with the technology of the silver dragon clan plus psionic attack was not enough to harm the demon god connected to the providence.
And so, the moment when the shadow became so large that it covered the pillar of darkness.
Kururrureung!
The shadow stops moving.
It began to suck up the pillars of darkness that it had been spitting endlessly toward the sky until now.
Like a caterpillar gathering its last nutrients for moulting.
As soon as they saw the scene, the Silver Dragon Clan, who had been pouring arrows all around them, stopped shooting and quickly retreated.
only one person.
With the exception of Limon, who had been immersed in meditation without relaxing his lotus position until this point.
“…is it about time?”
Limon opened his eyes.
The moment I muttered to myself.
flash!!!
black lightning strikes
The shadows shatter.
Darkness covered the whole world.
No, it is black light rather than darkness.
It was a cursed light that swallowed up even the sun and dyed it black.
Ordinary people would be blinded just by looking at it, but Limon did not raise an eyebrow while facing the black light.
He just pulled the sword out of the scabbard while standing up from his seat.
But right after that.
Limon hesitated.
The center of the backlight.
Originally, there was something completely wrong in the place where the root of this curse should be.
A pitch-black gate that was as large and splendid as the front gate of a palace, but also infinitely ominous.
When Limon narrowed his eyes at the unexpected sight.
profit.
The pitch-black door opens wide.
The jet-black carpet that stretched out from inside it stopped right in front of Limon’s feet.
The door is left open, so it’s as if he’s free to come in or not.
“A very polite invitation.”
Are you going to cut everything like this?
It was a while to ponder while fiddling with the sword.
Finally, with a smile, Limon put the sword back into the scabbard and took a stride onto the carpet.
So, what greeted him when he entered the wide open door was a castle of darkness covered in skulls and demonic shapes…
…it wasn’t anything like that.
Rather the opposite, to put it bluntly.
It was a sight beyond imagination, in a completely different direction than Limon expected.
A waterfall with clear water.
A flower field with butterflies flying around.
A forest full of fruit trees of all kinds.
A rabbit grazing deliciously.
A wolf eating berries from the side and so on.
To put it bluntly, it is a peaceful place that should be called paradise, heaven, or Mureungdowon, rather than a demonic castle.
And in the middle of that fantastic scene, a man was waiting for him.
“Welcome, swordsman.”
“…a politician whose hobbies are quite nobler than his appearance.”
Outwardly, there is no such thing as a brown bear.
Limon narrowed his eyes as he saw the man perched on a small rock incongruously cracking nuts for a little squirrel.
“Isn’t it better to call me like this?”
In the past, as the head of the Revolutionary Army, a revolutionary who stood up against the government shouting for freedom and equality.
A politician who led the country as General Secretary of the Soviet Union after the revolution succeeded.
However, in the end, he was a black magician who couldn’t admit the failure of the revolution and resurrected the demon to defeat Yekatrice…
“The Demon Man.”
As a result, the man who became a drinker himself.
Looking at Sergei Vladinov, Limon smiled coldly.
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“All right. We begin now.”
Meanwhile at that time.
From the moment Limon entered the door, there were those who started moving busily.
A group of people dressed in white occupied the rooftop of a building overlooking the plaza with a black gate.
The Shinryongdae, the strongest military unit of the White Dragon clan, was quickly prepared.
“Everyone is in a hurry.”
And a white-haired girl who was sitting in the middle of the rooftop, wearing clothes and accessories that were especially sky-high than usual.
Ainsha looked at the black door on the far ground and opened her mouth with an expressionless face.
“From now on, it’s a race against time.”
