The necromancers dance wildly in the air, despair and hatred that make them want to tear apart everything they can get their hands on.

But Magellan, who passed through the necromancer, was unharmed.

The wind blew past your ears, the world was silent, and only the wailing of the dead never went away.

Then a deeper darkness appeared out of the darkness, and it was the badly wounded dragon, which howled endlessly.

Occasionally, a blood-red light flashed and illuminated the dark abyss, a terrifying dragon's breath that meant mere death to mortals.

Eventually, Magellan landed on the dragon's back.

It's a rocky black rock in the abyss, and while the dragon struggles and the necromancer screams to tear everything apart, there are explorers above who hold on.

That's not all because of luck, but mostly because of luck.

Magellan fell like a boulder on the dragon's back, slid down in a shake, and then stopped with his sword.

"Magellan?"

"Magellan!"

In the endless wailing of the necromancy, the cheers of the explorers, who knew Magellan, rang out.

Magellan was still slipping, and the sword in his hand was too sharp for the dragon's scale armor, so with the power of the dragon's shaking body, Magellan's weight continued to fall with the sword, leaving a long sword mark wherever it went.

Waving at the cheering explorers, Magellan slid reluctantly downward, eventually stopping at the dragon's neck.

Here, the dragon's howl had completely overshadowed the screams of the necromancy, the screams of utter monsters.

Magellan struggled to his feet, drawing his sword from the dragon.

This weapon cannot pierce the dragon's thick carapace, and it will not appear in the rest of the battle.

Magellan put away his sword, then clenched his fists.

The dragon's carapace roared with metal, and a massive depression appeared in it, but it was still not pierced.

Then came the second punch.

The depression was deeper, and cracks appeared in the carapace.

After the third punch, the crack finally widened into a crack.

Magellan then grabbed both sides of the crack and lifted the carapace.

The dragon roared.

No one knows what is happening in the sky.

The dragon was roaring, struggling, but until then, the beast had always been like this.

But strangely, the despair in the hearts of people who raised their heads and looked at the sky suddenly lightened.

Until they watched as the dragon's snake-like neck snapped close to its chest, and its head fell from the sky.

The place where the dragon's breath had lit up countless times, the flames were finally extinguished.

The place where there had been countless howls was finally quiet.

The place where black blood gushed out finally dried up.

Countless people began to cheer, perhaps simply trying to make a noise to vent their emotions, but for some reason, there were shouts of celebration in the city.

The dragon's headless torso was still in the sky, and the utterly monstrous monster flapped its only wing, stubbornly lingering, looking extremely strange and terrifying.

Then its low-hanging left wing left the torso and floated out of the air.

The dragon's struggle slowly subsided.

Magellan raised his head, leaving the wound left by the rupture of the left flank, passing through his back, bypassing the horrific penetrating wound, and walking towards the still flapping right flank.

The remnants of the explorers looked at him with awe, they saw what had just happened, and in the eyes of these people, it was legendary.

Then Magellan tore off the dragon's right flank.

The terrifying monster finally began to fall.

Doomsday Proclaimer, Deathbringer, Desperate Black Dragon, Nidhogg, is dead.

......

Distant lands rose with cheers.

Standing on the deck of the Eagle's Nest, Magellan looked down on the city, watching the countless streams of people emerge beyond the ruins in a frenzy of celebration.

The necromancer dissipated and returned to an unknown source, and the endless flames slowly extinguished, revealing the black ruins below.

The city, the heart of the empire, where countless people gathered, its main body had been destroyed, but when the war was won, the survivors still sent a celebration.

"Can despair be killed?"

Magellan, who had just single-handedly torn apart the dragon, sighed, still skeptical of his victory.

"If Nidhogg were alive, the dead spirits wouldn't have dissipated and the flames wouldn't have been extinguished. ”

"That's not the question I asked. ”

Morningstar laughed.

"The opposite of despair is hope, and now, after the first real victory, I finally have a glimmer of hope for the future, that dragon you killed, both in reality and in the story. ”

Magellan shook his head and said nothing more.

"Go ahead, there should be a few of your friends in the city, they are still alive, let's go and celebrate together. ”

"I wish you good luck in your negotiations. ”

Magellan jumped off the airship.

Morningstar watched Magellan's back disappear into the air, turned and walked onto the bridge.

"Ready to land. ”

With the sound of steam spewing steam and steel clashing with the steam engine, the behemoth began to accelerate, and it burst out of the clouds and flew towards the palace.

Next to the Eagle's Nest, the Royal One is in the shadows, and the two behemoths are juxtaposed, looking like a pirate walking next to a princess.

The Aerial Tower then fell to the ground along with the Aerial Fortress.

In front of the palace, Ludwig II was already waiting.

The Emperor's guards were like enemies, after all, they had an eagle's nest in front of them, and when the steam engine on the airship stopped, what was hidden by the fog was revealed, it was a myriad of steel, tower-like cannons, glowing with the cold light of metal, ready to emit a roar of destruction.

But when Morningstar gracefully stepped off the airship in a gorgeous costume, that worry dissipated.

"Welcome. ”

"Thank you," Morningstar's etiquette was perfect, but there was no doubt that she was not unaware of the hostility around her, "My thanks, not only for this warm welcome, but also for the help of the Kingdom of Brittania in Francie's fight against Nidhogg, thank you very much." ”

A wry smile appeared on the emperor's face.

Morningstar wasn't sarcastic, but even if she meant it, there was nothing to be happy about, after all, just now, the dragon had destroyed half of the Imperial Capital.

Morningstar did not have an attaché, she had come alone, and after confirming this, the Emperor returned to the main hall of the palace with his guests.

Despite the recent natural disaster, the Home Secretary did his best to complete the high-profile welcome ceremony, but some parts were streamlined, after all, both the Morning Star and the Emperor were in a hurry to have a conversation.

In the end, the meeting was arranged in a conference room, and only a very small number of people were allowed to attend.

Sitting at the table, the Emperor finally had a chance to ask questions.