The magic sword, bathed in the original of Lugis, radiates a purple light as if it were proud of its strangeness. It cries out, "I am here, this is who I am.

　Strange. Yes, from Kalia's point of view, everything was bizarre and abnormal.

　Sweating and desperately rushing to the scene, Lugis was standing alone in front of Vriligant. Agathos could not even feel his presence.

　Wounds and blood were entangled in Lugis' body, and it seemed as if they would never leave.

　Vriligant, on the other hand, had some minor wounds, but they were not fatal. Just as a human being with a cut on his or her hand can feel pain but not die.

　The sight of it makes you realize the difference in power is so desperate.

　Even Caria, who has been through many battles, feels the tension and pressure to the point where her chest feels like it's about to burst.

　But why is this man and his sword looking down at the sky so far above? Why is there a smile on his cheek?

"Caria. I'd better get down. Phialat's done it.

　I didn't have to ask what he was talking about. Soon it came.

　--A roar that uprooted the very atmosphere.

　As soon as Kalia bent down, Vriligant opened his mouth wide and slammed a roar into the air. The huge obsidian body was twisted in a way that distorted its beauty.

　The word "rampage" could be used to describe this.

　With Lugis by her side, Kalia rested her body in the hollow of the shattered rock. It was impossible for her to wield a sword, and all she could do was try to avoid being crushed by Vriligant's huge body.

　Vriligant, who hadn't shown any signs of moving his body until a moment ago, was now flailing about in all directions.

　Kalia says, brushing her silver hair. She was speaking faster than usual, perhaps in frustration.

"Do you have any proof that this is Fialaat's work, you? Maybe it's just blood in his system. If that's the case, we're stuck with him.

"Oh, come on, you sound just like Agathos, Kalia...

　I'm not sure what you mean by that.

So have a little faith in your friends. It's a phialert. I'm not going to be reduced to a heart. Neither are you, Caria. You came here now. Wasn't it right to trust your friends?

　You're the only one I want to hear that from. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

　After all, Lugis' own lips had praised her for doing exactly as expected. It was the right decision to trust him.

　A feeling of contentment welled up in my chest and a warmth in my belly. I felt my cheeks relax. My ears are turning vermillion.

　For a while, I was afraid that I might be abandoned. But that was not the case.

　No, of course not, Kalia thought back. I am the oldest friend he has ever had, from the beginning of his journey until now. How could they not trust him? How can we not be together? Of course they do.

　Kalia nodded vigorously several times and raised both eyebrows in satisfaction. The tension and pressure that had been building in her chest was being swept away.

"Vriligant's heart was crushed. No, you took it. If he's just a usurper, this should bring him down.

　Lugis tilted his head and looked at Vriligant, who had gone on a rampage for a moment, making noises.

　The crimson eyes stared at the monster that had driven him to the brink of death so many times.

　In fact, Vrigant's total amount of magic seemed to have decreased. But even with the loss of his heart, he showed no signs of dying. He still has enough energy to let death pour down on him.

　Then we can't just leave him there.

We need a final stop. Kalia, I'm counting on you. Will you do one thing for me?

You're a coward. You know I can't say no to that. I have no intention of refusing.

　I have no intention of refusing." Lugis asked with a smile, and Kalia also raised her cheeks and said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.


　I'm not sure what to say.


　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.

　That's a good thing. And while he was doing so, he realized what had happened to him.

　The heart that was supposed to be ready was stolen by someone. The magic in my body has already begun to run out, and I'm thirsty for it.

　It was a marvelous thing to do. For a demon, magic power is like blood. If it is lost, death and annihilation are inevitable.



　But Vriligant remained perfectly calm. After all, he had been through it once before. I've transcended it and now I'm here.

　Then this cannot kill me.

　Death is a lost concept to Vriligant, a symbol of emptiness. He has a beginning but no end.

　Therefore, no dragon, no giant, no spirit, not even the human hero Altius. could not kill Vriligant.

　And as long as the dragon does not die, it will forever continue to invade and usurp. It's a natural disaster.

　Civilizations have sunk before its jaws and fallen under its breath. It's the same today.

　Vriligant felt a faint surge of magic throughout his body and wings. That was enough. Now all that was left was to take it. All you have to do is keep swallowing the magic and that's it.

　Vriliganth's huge body fell to the ground, and he spread his wings. With that, the rocky ground is flung wildly away.

　It felt good. How sweet it is to have magic all over you. As soon as Vriligant put his face close to the ground, he saw it.

"Fall in! A lizard with wings.

　The thing before him looked like a small person. But Vriligant knew right away. She was a giant.

　Next, the black scarlet was being swept around in beautiful lines. A flash of black scarlet reflected in Vrilliganth's huge eyes.

　At first glance it looks like a mighty magic, but it is not.

　This is the hammer of the Titan King, wielded imperfectly. A great myth itself.

　For a moment, Vriligant sees in his mind's eye the figure that once reigned over the land.

　The hammer is the very power of destruction. It is the symbol of the Titan King. There is nothing it cannot destroy. Continents, even worlds, are within its reach.

　Even if it was imperfect, if it was a surprise attack, it would not be unharmed.

　Instantly, the dragon struck the air with its wings. Incredibly agile for its huge body, it distorted the space. In an instant, the dragon flew through the air and opened its mouth to meet the Giant King's hammer.

　--The Giant King's Hammer of Destruction and the Amagi Dragon's Breath collided in midair.

　The scene was so fantastic. Kuro and red burst into the sky, casting a final glow over it. The sun dropped completely into the western sky, as if to symbolize something.

　It was the same time. The battle between the dragon and the giant was settled in a moment.

　The tussle, which lasted less than a few seconds, collapsed, and the mallet of destruction was completely blasted away by the breath. In the aftermath, the dragon's roar rains down on Mount Bephimus.

　The mountain easily twisted and made a huge hole in itself. A scene that seemed like a joke to the humans was all too real.

　This dragon possesses a threat that could easily swallow a human city.

　The deathless, fearless, never-ending dragon had completely opened its eyelids.

　It is no exaggeration to say that the world is one step closer to its end.

　So this one will have to be killed, he said.

"Hey, Vriligant. Don't worry. I'll kill you right here today.

　The hero opened his mouth as if looking down on everything from the neck of the Amagi Dragon.