With the demise of the Storm Dragon, the storm barrier covering the entire city was lifted, and the giant tornado that connected the heavens and the earth disappeared without a trace.

But the catastrophe didn't end there, because the source of everything was not this elemental dragon, which could already be regarded as a natural disaster, but this huge ruin located under the city of Zelda.

A large number of underground creatures ran out of the underground ruins where they lived, and the entire city was collapsing at an accelerated rate with wave after wave of tremors. Although Ulysses eliminated humanity's most terrible opponent in this catastrophe, he was unable to quell the terrible natural disaster.

"Is it down here?" Ulysses saw the root of it all when he looked up at the ruined city from the air, but he didn't understand what it was.

However, he has made up his mind that no matter what is hidden in the deepest part of this huge ruin, he will help Sister Mira destroy it and put an end to this nightmare of Sister Mira.

Falling from the sky, Ulysses returned to the inn and found a slightly unfamiliar face.

It was a petite girl with bright blonde hair, and just standing there, she gave people a dazzling feeling.

That kind of dazzling does not come from clothes and accessories, it is entirely her own quality. The long golden hair scattered around her like a golden waterfall falling from the sky, it was a light more brilliant than gold, and she was surrounded by such light, as beautiful and dazzling as a princess of the sun.

And that flawless face brings out her nobility and self-confidence even more. For her, gold is definitely not a vulgar and philistine color, but a color that represents absolute glory and beauty.

Just as the sun that rises every day from the east of the horizon will never hide its light, and will always fall its most beautiful light on the earth.

She herself is the sun, she doesn't need any other light, she's the kind of girl who can shine brightly.

"Mel, it's too late, don't worry us too much. The girl, who had little impression of Ulysses, stood by Yuria's side naturally, with a white-gold sword in her hand, guarding the girls like a knight.

"Ulysses, we have a fight too, oh, look, these monsters that were killed by my Aura Wave Fist. Rasha grinned on the corpses of several white bat-shaped monsters, and held out his fingers in a "V" gesture.

"This level of monster is trivial, I will kill as many as I come. Angela shook off her undead dragon lance Filu Bedilu and threw out the few flying monsters that were still wearing the undead dragon lance Filu Bedilu.

"Well, it's really good. Ulysses smiled genuinely as he looked at the three men who had protected Yulia and Mira in his absence.

"Ulysses, I found some fragments of this ruin, which seems to be a dragon's graveyard, with the story of an ancient dragon on it. Mira pulled out her canvas and quickly drew the appearance of a white dragon flying through the air.

"Dragon?" When he saw the storm dragon, Ulysses vaguely guessed that this incident would be related to the dragons, but he didn't expect that Sister Mira knew more than he did.

Speaking of which, Sister Mila is indeed a "scholar" like the village chief, and a scholar who knows a lot about dragons, and is also an excellent artist.

"Well, this is an ancient song that has been told of the land, a song that tells the great story of this dragon. Mira hummed softly:

You fly high in the sky, and the color of the sky is your color.

Thy wings cover the earth, thy roar will shake the skies, thy wrath can burn the world, and thou art the pride of the world.

No matter how muddy the world is, how dirty it is, you still stand tall.

Then, you find what you're looking for and fight in the skies of this land.

You become a legend, and then sleep peacefully on this land, with the flowers of the people you love, quietly sleeping.

The white flowers are the blessings she gives you, the blessings from the great.

"Sky...... Dragon...... ......"Ulysses doesn't know the history of the dragon clan very well, and he doesn't understand which dragon this refers to. However, since this dragon's graveyard has been set up with such a powerful forbidden law, there is no doubt that it is an extremely powerful dragon.

"There are not many dragons who meet these conditions, and the strongest of them is the one who has fallen on this southern land, and her name is Osiris, the great dragon of the sky, the strongest blue-eyed white dragon. Mira said the name.

Unlike the Red King, who was taboo for being with demons, the Sky Dragon, who fights alongside angels, is a hero praised by the dragons. If it weren't for the wish she made before she died that her body would rest in the southern land where she had fought, her graveyard would have been in the most sacred ancestral tomb in the underground dragon caves of Dragon Island.

"Yes, if it were such a hero, he wouldn't have done such a thing, so ......" Ulysses remembered something he had seen from the air, as if something was wrong, at least he was sure that there were no dragons in the depths of the ruins.

Just as Ulysses pondered what was wrong, an icy breath cut through the doors of the entire inn.

From the severed door, a figure with a blood-stained body stepped out.

In his hand, he held a narrow and special-shaped long sword, and the sword exuded an incomparably cold sword light. There was a thousand murderous aura around him. It was the fear of all the lives he had killed since he picked up the sword, the cry from hell.

Compared to this sword, the owner of the sword seemed to have lost its sense of existence, and the young man who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old could not see even the slightest emotion in his eyes, as if everything he had had been lodged in the long sword that exuded an ominous aura.

The sword felt too uneasy, fearful, resentful, longing, and too many desperate feelings had been condensed into substance, wrapped around the sword.

In the past, there were people who saw ghosts and gods, who walked in the battlefield and devoured people's lives. The person who wields the sword of the demon god is the one who opens the eye of killing intent.

The owner of the Hades Sword came to Ulysses, Yuria, and Mira with cold and merciless cruelty.

"Die. Without too many words, the Demon Sword Master, who had already taken away his body by the sword in his hand, swung the sword of death in his hand at all the beings in front of him.

Is this also Sister Mira's nightmare? Ulysses also wielded the abyss judgment in his hand, and as a user of the power of darkness, he easily sensed the nature of the enemy in front of him.

So, there is no need to show mercy.

(To be continued)