My name is Akatosh,

I didn't change this dragon!

—4E, 201, Moon of Fire, 24th, 00:05 -

I wasn't interested in large-scale combat, so I left Zela Pesh near Zacta to watch Arthur beat up Old Du, and Sophie teased Hearn, leaving only real-time surveillance footage on the Twilight side.

Because the combat power gathered there was too strong, he didn't pay much attention to Hakong's action of shooting at the Black Sun with the "Bow of Ali-Ai".

In the original plot, the ancient black dragon "Vulthuryol" (Vulthuryol) is the unlucky guy who is sealed in the artificial sun, and the dragonborn protagonist only needs to climb to the top of the cathedral and roar at the black sun to release it - and then beat it, and if it had sneaked in instead of killing it all the way, you can also see the dragon kill the entire "Twilight" snow elves one by one.

Of course, the original "Twilight Zone" was just a relic of a large number of snow elves, not a city, but the name is still "Eltánvod Cathedral".

So, when I saw a "big chin" flying out of the black sun, and claimed to be Akatosh, it thundered me a lot.

Now, after circling in the air, a breath of flame dragon breath spewing off the small half of the "Twilight Zone", he is lying on the city gate, demanding that both sides of the battle submit to it, but in fact there are no more "fighting sides".

[Well, this 'Deathwing' is actually-] The stupid system seems to be going to explain it.

'The former god of madness, Shergra, right? I just interrupted halfway.

[It's still-]

'Akatosh and Alduin from the last reincarnation? ’

[Congratulations ~ will answer ~ ]

That kind of thing makes sense when you think about it. I raised my hand and flicked the little black dragon's head.

Being able to use the Blood of Baal to extract the "curse" from the mutant snow elves to repair themselves directly narrows the range to single digits - it is clearly a fallen demon god.

The shouting phrase "I am Akatosh and Alduin" is a clear indication that it does not belong to this cycle and has something to do with the current mad god.

As for the relationship between Akatosh and Alduin, human accounts have always been divided, with unreliable conjectures such as two sides of the same coin, father and son, the beginning and end of time, and so on.

Perhaps in the past reincarnation of the destruction of the world, there were two sides of the same coin, but for this world, the "Dragon of Time" Akatosh and the "Devourer of Worlds" Alduin will swap identities after destroying the world.

So, this unlucky ex, Akatosh/Alduin, was taken by me after the world restarted, and in the end he could only run away to be the god of madness, and then not only was he overturned by the four generations of protagonists and robbed of the priesthood, but the resurrection hand left in the black descendant was also taken to do something else, and the body after the fall was not repaired and had to go directly to the battle, so he went completely crazy - I had to write a big "miserable" word.

——00:09——

The roar of Deathwing, which carried the power of the demon god, spread almost throughout the entire Black Fall, and it sounded like that, at least the vast majority of the people in Twilight were bluffed.

While they were hesitating to think about what to do, Arthur's transformed red dragon had already risen into the sky, flying straight in the direction of the twilight zone, and Sophie was flipped off on her head, and immediately picked up Barbas and Rabitt to take off.

I couldn't see the expression on the dragon's face, so I wasn't sure if it was because I was really rushing to meet or if I was going to teach the imposter a lesson.

On the other side of the surveillance, the Snow Elf brothers are still facing each other in the half-collapsed cathedral.

"Oh, my stupid brother, now you know what the 'power' of your hope is." Ghaleb panted, his armor covered in scratches and burns.

It stands to reason that this paladin is good enough to protect himself from the explosion of the "Black Sun", but because he also has to protect the heavily armored snow elves behind him who are imprisoned by magic, he is much more miserable.

"It didn't have much of an impact on my plans." Unscathed, Vershuo and his mage advisor looked at the miserable appearance of the black dragon outside, and his tone didn't change much: "Whatever it is, it still looks like it still needs to absorb the curse from our compatriots, so until it finally recovers, we can cooperate, and now it is enough to stop it from causing further damage to the city." ”

"That thing went from 'controllable black sun' to 'uncontrollable black dragon', and your plan didn't change in any way?" Ghaleb scoffed: "Where do you get your confidence? Is it just your clumsy skills? ”

"Huh...... My stupid brother, you don't know anything about power. Shaking his head, he walked out and said to the mage advisor, "Lock them up." ”

[He wants to go and fight the black dragon alone? The stupid system flapped its wings: [Who gave him the courage? Liang Jingru? 】

'Probably...... It's me? I think back to when I went to remove the vampire blood from this guy, and it seems, probably, it seems to be a little arrogant?

At that time, he encountered two ancient dragons by a small frozen lake, and when he was fighting, I used the dragon-Akatosh to appear as Alexstaza, scare the two dragons away, and then sprayed a breath of dragon breath to release the vampire blood to Vershuo, and introduced myself as a servant of Akatosh...... So he's adamant now that I'm not going to leave an imposter alone?

Well, in a sense, it is, but it wasn't done specifically for him.

"So...... Mr. Gelleb, I know you still have the strength to fight, but for the sake of those 'compatriots' behind you, it's better not to act rashly," the human mage shook the metal staff at the injured heavy snow elves behind him as if threatening: "My 'Freezing Technique' will also prevent the injury from worsening when the target is unable to move, and I can guarantee that they will be able to receive timely treatment after Mr. Archbishop has dealt with the chaos outside." ”

This threat can be said to be just right, Hindreon's words just hit Galeb's weakness, because this group of snow elves is the elite he has carefully selected, except for the brainless mechanical army, the only remaining available subordinates, if they fight with that mage, one hand slips and throws a range spell, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties if they can't protect themselves.

"Hmph, you'd better say—" "Use the spell to keep food fresh in battle?" Falion, you're getting more and more unpresentable. ”

Before Gableb could make his decision, Septin walked into the hall of the church that was almost in ruins with a large book in his hand, and as he spoke, a wave of green spread around him, and the imprisoned heavy snow elves all regained their freedom, and although they looked miserable, they all barely stood up and looked at the old mage Farion who caused them very viciously.

"As a botanist, you came to the Black Drop to study the 'Scarlet Neengen' but studied yourself as a mage advisor to the Snow Elf Kingdom, I won't ask for the time being," Septin impliedly looked at Farion: "After I defeat you, there is time. ”

"Really? Then let me see if you, the 'Practitioner', can defeat my 'Academy'," Falion snorted coldly.

"You can go after the King," Septin implied to non-comment, turning to Gelleb and saying, "The mage's problem will be solved by the mage." ”

——00:30——

"What's the matter with those snow elves?" "It's clear that the so-called 'adjustment' has serious after-effects."

Putting aside the magic battle inside the cathedral for a moment, I cut my perspective to the outside of Twilight, just in time to see Ella, Jane Rasset, and Lydia hiding from afar to watch those targeted by Deathwing.

The army of dwarven machines is still paralyzed, the awakened adventurers are lying on their stomachs and pretending to be unconscious, and the only ones who are still moving are the snow elves, at this time they are in a very strange state, whether it is the success or failure of the adjustment, all unified into a state in between, the skin is still pale, but the body is no longer shriveled, the eyes can only be half open, but they can simply speak.

The strangest thing is that they completely ignore the ancient black dragon who is opening its mouth towards them as if they had made an appointment.

Now it seems that the snow elves in Twilight have been racially merged due to the accident of "black sun turning black dragon", and even if the two sides can still fight with their original memories, they can't point to the snow elves who are exactly like themselves and say that the other party is "alien".

[Hmm...... Basically, this is the equivalent of a child building a castle on the beach, whether it is delicate or rough, and the appearance will become exactly the same when a wave hits down. 】

'Hey, waves. ’

If this black dragon is Shelgra, it can naturally understand that this is the effect caused by its own "shell", after all, it is just crazy, not stupid.

......The black dragon roared twice, and the snow elves turned a blind eye to it, and the fallen adventurer was resolute, so he turned his head out of the city, in the direction where Hakong had just released his arrow.

At this time, Hakon had already changed back to his prototype, and as long as he remained calm, he would not be discovered, but apparently the birth of the black dragon was too dramatic, and he probably thought that the other party had discovered him, so he turned around sharply and fled in all directions as a swarm of bats.

This action instantly attracted the black dragon, which had no goal, and it flapped its wings into the air and suddenly chased after the group of bats.

At this time, Vill Shuo arrived at the place where the two sides were fighting through the secret passage, but only saw the figure of the black dragon leaving.

"......" looked around and whispered something in an extremely soft voice.

[Vill Shuo: Thank you for your help, Lord Ryujin]

The stupid system subtitled it as if I couldn't hear it.

I was thankful for the wrong goal, but I really didn't do anything.