"The Emperor?"

The young Oleta couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"Exactly."

In front of him, the giant said in a deep voice, "You should be able to understand that the future is coming to an end. Dusk was about to discover the place, and there was no hope for Faense. ”

"We have to leave this universe, it's our only way to survive. Yves Saint Laurent is not only the Savior of Faennes, but our only God...... Without Him, our civilization would not have been able to pass on during the period of wandering. ”

“…… Wandering, you say? ”

Oleta unconsciously changed to a more respectful tone.

The old giant nodded silently, and the voice sounded in Oleta's heart: "That's right...... After the twilight of this world has been completely extinguished, and in our journey towards the new world, all of our generation has died, and until the new generation, which has never seen the old world, has not found a new, untainted world by the twilight, all the laws and morals of the old days will become illusory. ”

"There will always be 'wise men' in this world who have discovered the uselessness of the old traditions that people have taken as habits, and who have complacently abandoned the teachings of the sages and set new laws for their world."

And the meaning of Saint Laurent's existence is that he can correct their thinking at this time. Yves Saint Laurent would be their new mind, the basis of the existence of the whole world...... The heart of the new Faennes. ”

"The limited field of vision can actually see more clearly. Faense no longer needed prophets, nor did he need wise men...... The example of the false gods is enough to prove that the world does not need to pretend to be clever people. ”

The old giant read word by word: "What Faense needs is the pious. In the midst of endless voyages, battles and despair, only the name of Yves Saint Laurent can bring comfort to those of us who have been uprooted and despaired. All for the glory of Yves Saint Laurent. ”

“…… All for the glory of Yves Saint Laurent. ”

Oleta followed the old giant's final praise, muttering a little unyielding in her eyes.

For a moment, the silver flames surrounding the two seemed to be activated, and more than thirty pure white spear knights stood up from the middle and rushed towards the shadow giant ape who was silently staring at this side.

It was an extremely vicious monster that would make people lose their fighting spirit just by looking at its size, close to five meters tall, it was an existence that a mortal body could not kill no matter what, and it was enough to slaughter villages and towns with just one body.

Although it seems to be countless far away, it is no problem to say that he is an evil dragon-

But that's not a dragon.

Not to mention the huge pure-blooded dragons, even if they are derivatives, the kind of monsters that are enough to destroy the country with only one body and are more than ten meters tall can't compare.

Oleta shook her head in disappointment.

Dragons have three indispensable characteristics: a breath that can instantly evaporate gold, a body that cannot be pierced by a sword, and wings that can easily roll up a hurricane and soar through the sky without wind.

Only when you have all of them can you be called a dragon, the living embodiment of disaster. If a dragon is large enough, it will be easy to destroy a small country.

During the Golden Age, Faenes was born out of such unrest and turmoil.

It is true that at that time, Faense had no foreign enemies and was rich in materials, and it was not like now, when the resources were almost completely exhausted. However, the Faens of that era was a place where the golden seed was rampant.

A giant in the sky with a single blow can crush the sky, a beast that can drain a forest's life force with just one breath, or a giant fireball with wreckage alone that can chill the entire sky.

At that time, Faense was chaotic and strong. The golden species from the old era, those outcasts who were exterminated by the twilight, no matter which one they give up, it is not good. After all, the original idea of the creator god Aum was to hope that the sage and the silver seed would let these gold seeds leave this universe alive.

Among the golden species, the only artificial species is the dragon. This is the last Guardian that Orm created specifically for the sake of Faens - if it is truly a pure-blooded dragon, it can easily reach the point of being thousands of meters long, and it only takes one scale to be taller than a door, and the scales, blood, and flesh will become new derivatives when they fall to the ground.

If it is only five or six meters tall, it is a vicious beast at best, capable of slaughtering towns, but absolutely unable to destroy the country. That's his limit as a monster.

However, as soon as such a thought came to Oletta's mind, the giant ape, which seemed to be composed of pure nothingness, roared and opened its arms, its snout became sharp for no reason, and a huge dragon wing burst out behind it, and in an instant, it became a dragon that was indistinguishable from a real dragon. Mirror-smooth scales swiped out of the shadows, sticky black flames spilling out of it.

In just an instant, his size suddenly doubled. In a matter of seconds, it had swelled to a length of several thousand meters, and if it weren't for the fact that this was just Oleta's mental space, the change in size alone would have been enough to squeeze Elcat's body directly.

With the dragon's roar, the air around it boiled for a moment. The world twisted and yellowed like scorched plastic, like a needle stabbed in the skull, and the sharp pain made Oleta almost gasp for a moment in pain.

Just looking at it, Oleta was almost suffocated with fear.

If it weren't for the fact that his willpower hadn't degenerated into his childhood, this mere glance would have been enough to make him go crazy in an instant, and the fresh heart he had just gained suddenly came to a standstill.

It took about six or seven seconds for Oleta to finally come to her senses. His fingers trembled with fear, and he could even feel his eyeballs skip a beat, and his heart was almost shattered by fear.

…… What kind of monster is that?

Oleta no longer dared to raise her head to look directly at the dragon, so she could only stagger her gaze.

In the face of such a monster, even the teacher or Claudia can't defeat it......

For no reason, Oleta felt that way. He almost simply gave up the opportunity to fight.

"—for Yves Saint Laurent!"

However, at this moment, a Qingyue's voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Oleta was stunned for a moment.

Because that voice is exactly the same as that of him in his twenties.

"For Yves Saint Laurent!"

This time it was the voice of the forty-year-old.

"For Yves Saint Laurent—"

Oleta's dense voice rang in his own ears, and he seemed to feel everything in front of him fade away, and time passed slowly.

"Oleta, you need not be afraid!"

A young voice echoed in his ears: "Because Yves Saint Laurent is with us!" ”

As he spoke, the pure white knights drove the white horses under their seats to take a step forward, the spears in their hands raised, and the iron hooves sounded—

Rumble!

As the spears landed on the ground at the same time, the sound of a waterfall spread violently, and the almost tangible sound waves made the roaring dragon's movements almost stiffen.

At that moment, an inexplicable dryness almost moved him speechless.

Exactly - these heroes are themselves.

finally remembered that my original dream-

"Dad, I want to be a knight!"

The young apprentice sorcerer waved at his father dissatisfied: "I don't want to be a sorcerer!" ”

"Oh? Then Aura, why did you become a knight? Want to slay a dragon? ”

"-I'm going to protect my family!"

Little Oleta raised her head proudly and waved her little fist: "That's what Brother Leon said." ”

"Protect your faith, protect your family, and protect those who ask you for help. A knight is a profession that guards others—"

Oletta's gaze was in a trance, and she raised her head and looked at the knight beside her.

But at this moment, he found that he had also put on pure white armor, with a long sword hanging from his waist and a steel spear in his hand, and stepped on the war horse burning with white flames, and the dim yellow giant had long since disappeared.

The young knight stared fixedly at the black dragon, but no longer felt the fear. The dragon stopped roaring, but stared cautiously.

Inexplicably, Oleta smiled heartily.

The dragon is right in front of you, so why not fight for it?

"For, the glory of Yves Saint Laurent!"

He shouted, rode his horse in small steps, and slowly paced to the front of the legion.

"For the sake of the Emperor's glory!"

He roared, raised his spear, and slammed into his first charge.

Behind him, countless white knights gathered to form an incomparably sharp spear and unleash the most arrogant charge at the same time.

Looking at the evil dragon that could destroy a nation, the knight Oleta was already fearless.

Already, there's nothing to be afraid of—

"—for, Emperor!" (To be continued.) )