Last piece (2)
The knights were gathering on the green meadow created by spring.
The Allied knights arrived late because they were unable to chase after Vlad, who had gone ahead.
The first thing they discovered in this grassland was the appearance of a huge dragon gliding high in the sky.
“……oh my god.”
A golden body that no one can help but admire.
The dragon’s appearance, shining brighter than the light of the rising sun, was literally the closest to the most perfect image created by God.
“Vlad.”
A truly noble dragon, not a remnant of a fallen dragon. Sarnus.
However, Rutger’s gaze focused more on the blond knight running beneath him than on the power radiating from the dragon.
Wow!
From high in the sky, there was a dragon roaring full of anger.
“Noir-!”
And beneath him, a blond chivalrous horse running through the meadow with a black horse.
Two worlds that run towards each other but do not slow down, as if they will not give up an inch.
The feast of colors so rich that Rutger closed his eyes tightly without even realizing it.
“…Gotcha!”
There was a voice coming from those two closed eyes.
It was the voice of a boy who was always looking at the stars even though he was born in the mud.
“Gotcha!”
As if drawn by the sound, Rutger opened his eyes again and found Vlad smiling at him in front of him.
“The last piece!”
Vlad is clenching his raised hand as if he doesn’t care about the dragon howling above him.
That guy was shouting loudly at the knights who had finally reached him.
From now on it’s our turn.
After being torn apart countless times by the huge world, it is our turn to move forward.
“…Everyone raise your flag!”
As if Rutger had finally come to his senses by his shouting, the flags of the continent began to be raised one by one.
A group of people dreaming of becoming dragon slayers who begin to run vigorously with him.
The green pastures began to vibrate with the knights’ feast, something that could only be seen in territory battles.
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Kaaaaaa-!
“Keuheuk!”
Vlad began to stumble for a moment as a huge roar passed his ears.
-Yes, you guy! You until the end!
The presence it has is huge and the pressure it spreads is like a mountain.
However, more than the anger of Sarnus heard from above, what was bothering Vlad right now was the whisper of the piece he was holding in his hand.
-Hurry and take me! Then you can become perfect!
It was a voice I had heard before in the steel city of Bastopol.
However, the dragon sculpture, shining even redder than then, was still trying to penetrate Vlad’s world without stopping.
[Vlad! Vlad, come to your senses!]
“…Off!”
A threat coming from the sky and a temptation starting from the hand.
Amidst those intense cries, a huge shadow began to appear again over Vlad’s head as he vigorously shook his head.
-You can’t give it away!
The unicorn’s shining white horn began to shake urgently.
However, the black horse’s movements to deceive the opponent are ultimately only meaningful if they are in conjunction with the rider.
Kwazijic!
However, the dragon’s sharp claws were not crushing Noir, who was moving clumsily, but a completely different target that got in between them.
“…Pablo!”
“Off!”
The world of that knight is like a castle wall.
However, in front of the oldest dragon, the world that had given him only a moment was crying out to Vlad.
“Go quickly!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the horse Pablo was riding began to collapse.
However, Noir, who had started running, left them behind and ran towards the knights in front of him.
“Good work! “Vlad!”
“Hurry up and prepare your posture!”
There were two flags passing by as Vlad ran away.
“Everyone goes as prepared! Get into formation!”
“Imperial Military Police! “The time has finally come to avenge Auguste!”
The flag of Bayezid, which surrounds the walls of Sturma, and the flag of the Imperial Gendarmerie, symbolizing black lightning.
Behind the flag bearers holding the flag were knights who had chosen their respective worlds.
-You damn humans!
The northern and central elites were rushing towards the oldest dragon.
The number alone is approximately dozens.
Sarnus, who saw this, could not forgive these inferior servants who dared to challenge him.
【Everything falls down!】
A sentence extracted from a fiercely heated piece.
That was Sarnus’ anger and teaching towards these ignorant knights who could not realize the dragon’s wrath.
Rumbling!
The green meadows began to collapse due to the dragon’s powerful will.
The crack had become so large that it swallowed even the horses running on it, and before we knew it, it was dividing the dragon and the knights, showing what class meant.
“…What the hell is this!”
“It’s a dragon language!”
The knights, who forced the horses to turn around as they cried out in fear, had no choice but to find another route and take a detour.
“I never thought it would be this perfect already!”
The dragon’s language of establishing one’s own truth in this world.
Rodrigo, the commander of the Imperial Military Police, held his tongue as he saw the possibility of a dragon that was only known in literature.
-How dare you humans!
Wow!
The dragon’s roar that filled the grassland had a weight that no one expected.
The dragon’s roar, which broke neither fear nor hesitation, but the will itself, was something that only knights with their own world could overcome.
“Keuuuuuuu!”
“I can’t bear it!”
And only those who have built their own world.
Along with the black blood flowing from the ears, defectors began to appear even among the knights who were considered the continent’s elite.
“this!”
Time is not on your side, and this place where you stand now is my battlefield.
Sarnus’ blue eyes began to turn round as he looked at the tiny worlds running away from him.
-I don’t worry like a perfect dragon.
However, unlike the smiling dragon’s expression, the bulging nape of the neck was filled with bright red heat.
-I just want to kill them all.
The most perfect dragon of this era was filled with anger in his lungs.
It is the dragon’s breath that can burn everything in the world.
The dragon’s fury, which had even melted the walls of Bastopol, was glaring at Bayezid and the flag of the Imperial Gendarmerie.
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“Damn it! “It seems like humans think that if you tell them to do something, everything will be done!”
A place a little far from the battlefield where knights and dragons run rampant.
Here, where a very pale Vlad was taking a moment to catch his breath, a large group of Nidavellir dwarves were gathering and assembling a single siege weapon.
“Why don’t people know that the perfection guaranteed by time and budget is quality?”
Sigursson’s grumbling was almost like a shout, but on the contrary, the weapon being assembled was gradually coming into its own.
The weapon that is gradually coming into its own is a ballista that we have seen in Bastopol as well.
However, the tension of the bow created by its gigantic size made it seem like it could catch not only a wyvern, but even something bigger than that.
“Captain! Captain! “Look over there!”
However, the time given was cruelly short for the dwarves.
Because the anger of the oldest dragon was about to shoot down its throat and towards the knights.
“……shit! “Just shoot!”
“But there’s still scope.”
“Just shoot, you bastards!”
This will truly be the first trial run and actual operation.
However, Sigursson decided to choose the most necessary time, not the most right time, and began to forcefully turn the body of the ballista, which was not properly assembled, and aim at the dragon in front of him.
“I can’t shoot now anyway!”
A huge dragon began to appear in front of Sigursson, who was standing alone at the aiming stand.
A golden dragon staring at Bayezid and the imperial military police as if it had not yet discovered this place.
“It is revenge for our ancestors.”
Taaaang-!
The gigantic spear point that Nidavellir had launched towards those shining scales began to fly through the sky.
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“Everyone spread out!”
Rutger’s cry rang loudly, but Bayezid’s knights could not bear to follow his orders.
Rumbling!
The ground was still shaking violently and the horses were so frightened that they could not move even a single step.
The knights, who had been crushed by the gigantic world of the oldest dragon, were swallowing the astonishment they could not bear to let out as they looked at the red flame seeds that were now visible in front of them.
Whiiiiing –
A tense battlefield where time seems to have stopped.
The difference between life and death was just a breath swallowed by a dragon. At this time, there was a world of dwarves flying in from behind the knights.
-……!
A spear point made from an undying flame that no longer exists.
One of the possibilities that the most perfect dragon was most wary of was now flying towards Sarnus.
“done!”
Even though it was forced, it was definitely the right trajectory.
Therefore, Sarnus had no choice but to turn his breath towards the dwarves’ spear points flying to a position that could not be ignored.
Kwaaaa!
A red ray of light shoots out as if it would pierce the sky.
As if the momentum was not in vain, the clouds touched by the dragon’s breath began to split.
“It’s bloody.”
The knights rescued the dwarves, but in the end, the spear tips of the dwarves, unable to reach the dragon, melted without a trace and flew into the sky.
However, Sigurdsson had no time to regret the point of his spear that he could not reach.
“…For some reason, only the spear point remained in the warehouse.”
Because the angry dragon’s gaze was directed towards where he was now.
The destructive breath of the dragon once again rained down on the ballista that Sigursson was riding.
Now it was not aimed at the knights in front, but at the weapons of the dwarves who had just threatened him greatly.
“It looks like everything burned down during the most perfect dragon!”
Kwakagagagang-!
A huge heat began to emanate from behind Sigurdson, who quickly jumped down.
Sigurdson was motionless, picturing his own death in the intense heat as if hundreds of bombs had exploded at the same time, but there was a hand supporting his back.
“You look small, but you play with something big.”
“what?”
A man with navy blue hair who catches a dwarf that rolls around in a mess.
A magic circle drawn by water spirits was suddenly emerging from the fingertips of Varadis, who raised a large pentagram over his raised left eye.
Kwakagagagang-!
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-Hurry and have me. Don’t you want to fly like the dragon you see over there?
“Keuuu……”
-You have no idea how great the pleasure of putting the world under the ground is. Young dragon. You should not think that the world you have seen and experienced is everything.
Vlad, who hastily ran away, was still holding the red-stained dragon sculpture in his hand.
It was as if it had been glued together and did not fall off, showing my obsession with Vlad more than any other sculpture.
[……It looks like the last dragons have become more powerful because they are all together.]
Two dragons who have become closer to being the most perfect dragons.
The red piece was inspired by the world of dragons they saw and was whispering to them to take it now.
Because he knew that no matter which side took him, only one dragon would survive in the end.
[Blah……]
As if he couldn’t bear to see that, the Luga tattoo on Vlad’s left arm began to wriggle.
A mystery like a curse that symbolizes black lightning.
However, Quijano, who was trying to activate the mystery, stopped what he was doing for a moment when he saw Vlad suddenly staggering.
“I can not see.”
Vlad’s hands wandered around as if he were looking for something.
Both the dragon sculpture and Quijano, who had been shouting without stopping, fell silent for a moment due to this behavior that seemed like a blind person.
Wow!
As a result, my inner self became quiet for a moment, but even now, this place, which had become a battlefield, was filled with someone’s shouts and shouts.
-Drive it! Drive them out!
-You have to aim for the wings first!
Knights of the continent struggling under the oldest dragon.
-There are no ballistas left!
-There are no parts other than those brought as spares!
Dwarves are constantly bringing in parts, not even noticing that their beards are burning next to the fierce flames.
-Wake up the spirits! First, we need to block the dragon’s wings first!
And the elves are constantly shooting arrows at the knights who are desperately trying to stop the dragon, using them as shields.
“…I can’t see anything.”
Vlad drove himself into the deep world to avoid the temptation of sculpture.
The battlefield that Vlad saw through that world was full of tiny starlight that was losing its light under the pressure of the brightest world.
“Is that perfection? Quijano?”
[Yes.]
There were screams that could not be seen but could be heard.
The screams of the worlds that were with me.
Vlad’s world, which had slowly begun to emerge at the sound of their dying words, slowly began to form in his blue eyes.
“It’s too high up. So much so that no one can reach it.”
All the worlds in this world are precious things that cannot be replaced, but they are like vain starlight that cannot be seen under the great sun.
A golden horizon began to emerge from Vlad’s closed left eye as he watched the worlds cooling off under the golden sun gliding across the sky.
“…I need to drop the perfection.”
[How.]
Quihano always gave answers, but this time he was asking himself questions.
Because my correct answer was meaningless to Vlad, who found his own path.
“By calling up the night sky.”
There is no need for the most perfect possibility.
Also the biggest sun floating above.
In order to bring down the star that kills all the stars because it shines alone, a quiet night sky where everyone can shine was needed.
“This piece could be anything.”
[If you want.]
“You can do anything.”
[If you wish.]
While listening to Quihano’s answer, I looked down at the dragon sculpture that Vlad was holding.
A piece of a dragon that can be anything and do anything, like me, which originated from a dragon.
Vlad, who remembered the rising black moon through another piece, was able to realize that this was the time to get the drawing paper he wanted.
-……!
The piece that Vlad had carelessly thrown was rolling on the green meadow.
Shining in the sunlight above, it is the most perfect piece that anyone would covet.
However, the dragon of this era did not give in to perfection and simply tried to conjure up its own world.
[Think strongly of the scenery you want. It would be even better if it was in memory.]
“…In memory.”
Vlad tries to create a sky without dragons using dragon fragments.
There was one night sky that came to mind in Vlad’s mind.
“I want a world without dragons.”
This is like a conversation with the sword and a spell that brings my world into reality.
“I don’t even want perfection.”
A person who can draw his own elevated world on reality is called a sword master.
“In the world I draw, I hope no one looks down on others.”
Something began to stir in the blue eyes of Vlad, who had created his own world.
That was today’s night sky that the sword master of this era was trying to draw for the stars.
“That’s the world I want!”
-……!
Kwasik-!
Red pieces began to split from the tip of Vlad’s sword, which he struck down with all his might.
A piece that has the potential to become the most perfect being in the world.
However, the destination of the last piece was not the most perfect world, but the dark night sky depicted by Vlad.
-The moon was raised. you.
-……We launched it together.
-okay. together.
For the stars of this era who cannot be found high in the night sky.
What the dragon, who gave up even his own perfection, wanted was a night sky where everyone could shine.
“What the hell is this!”
There was a dragon falling in a world that no one could see down.
There are also red pieces floating like dust on the dragon’s fluttering wings.
The place where the dust is heading is above the sky where there is another dragon sculpture.
-That’s right. We did it together.
There was a black moon rising alone in the night sky where no one could fly.
The moon in the night sky hugged the dark-eyed man and said goodbye.
This place where the moonlight falls was the world drawn by Vlad.
