...... of the deceased World? His eyes widened, and the dragon king Hel seemed to understand what the aura that had been making him feel uncomfortable was. It was the breath of death that did not allow the living to appear, and it overflowed here.

There was a rustling sound again in the fog, like a lot of people gathered together to discuss in a whisper. This time, he saw clearly what the "people" in the discussion were.

It was clusters of dark blue flames, similar in size to a human. If you look closely, you can see that there seem to be black, somewhat ethereal and illusory figures under the flames.

The dark blue flames that ignited on their bodies exuded a temperature that could freeze their souls like the cold wind. It was like a cloak, like some kind of shelter or credential that would keep them safe from freezing in this frosty world.

They may think more like beasts than intelligent creatures, and avoiding them as frightened as if they were rabbits meeting predators. And after the appearance of the Iron Giant, they seemed to have some kind of dependence, and they stood out of the fog like a fox and a tiger, whispering to this side without any scruples, speaking a language that probably only they could understand.

These are the dead, the true undead who have been passed down from the dead, not Deadpools who have been manipulated by dragon's blood but have lost their minds and simply become beasts.

"See? Hull. The Iron Titan's voice pierced through the frost.

He seemed to be simply speaking, and his voice revealed the same ethereal feeling as those figures: "This is the Nibelungen, and they are the people of the fog who live here. ”

The Nibelungen, in the ancient epic, refers to the people who live in the Land of Mists. Although they are no longer called human beings, not even living creatures, these deceased creatures who have wandered back from the human world have indeed accepted refuge and lived in this frosty realm that is forever covered with mist. So, it doesn't matter at all that they call themselves the Nibelungens.

However, with the little sanity they have left now, they can only wander around with the tribe like wild beasts. Like the mythical plot of the cursed treasure that deceives the mind, it probably won't be staged here.

He didn't speak, he stood quietly on the ruins of the throne, and the eyes of the dragon king Hel in the cold wind met those of the dead one by one. Then, he closed his eyes.

"Let's kill them once, then." When he opened his eyes again, the crimson light spread again within his brilliant golden child.

The elements in the air are restless again, and it doesn't matter if he is repulsed, as long as his words and spirits can still be activated, there is no problem. Since a Nibelungen has been destroyed, there is no problem in destroying one.

"Really, I actually took the initiative to throw myself into the loss of control brought about by the dragon's blood." Raising the flaming greatsword high, Ronald in the alchemy center shouted, "Stupidity must have a degree!" ”

The bronze city that emerged from under the glacier made the sound of gears running, and the huge walls began to deform, and the metal structures protruding from the inside were reassembled in the cold air, forming a huge wall on this glacier.

There is no way to use it in the human world, and the bronze city that can only be used in this frost country unfolds, surrounding the two dragon kings who are looking at each other from afar.

Glancing up at the pitch-black Bronze City, the Dragon King Hel howled loudly and let out an extremely piercing roar. The throne behind him, which had been reduced to ruins, completely collapsed, and the broken wings spread, allowing him to gently float into the air with these ruins.

Around him, the collapsed throne began to reorganize. Then, in the flying snowflakes and ruins, the incomparably huge and terrifying wolf head slowly lifted. Its monstrous mouth spewed out magical light, and its crimson gaze reflected the giant god in the distance.

Afterward, the same massive head poked out of the mist, its sharp fangs open, revealing its incomparably sharp mouthparts. Pitch-black venom secreted on the fangs, reflecting a dangerous glow.

With a wave of his wings, the dragon king Hel descended from the sky, carrying the demon wolf and the giant snake to the metal giant god.

"Ragnarok ......" The flaming greatsword was stuck in the ground, and the blazing flames quickly spread through the huge metal city.

A city of flames appeared in a land that should have been covered with frost forever, and this flame seemed to burn the world together, making the people of the Nibelungen in the fog subconsciously want to stay away from here. Even if you are no longer alive, you no longer need to fear the flames that will take your life. But the fear of fire still remains in their few consciousnesses.

The flames continued to spread, and the metal giant god himself was completely enveloped in the flames, and then the voice behind him came: "...... I should have been on the other side. ”

In the depths of the Bronze City, in the overly simple Dragon King's dormitory, Conrad, who has long left the alchemy center of the metal giant god, controls the alchemy center here, and controls the huge bronze city to unfold to provide the best combat environment for his brother. Through the control panel in front of him, he could see the Grim Reaper and the Flame Giant who were already fighting together.

He looked up, and his gaze seemed to see through the metal dome to the huge palace hidden in the mist.

"Master...... Are you scared of that, too? He asked silently, and his voice was quickly drowned out by the movement outside.

High in the sky above the mist, in the gorgeous Valhalla, on the incomparably solemn throne, a look of incomprehension appeared in the rainbow-colored eyes and golden eyes of the wild hunt.

“…… What's that, exactly? He asked, but no one could answer him. Perhaps even the dragons controlled by the red eyes could not answer this question. This is the case with Ronald and Conrad, who know that it is a curse buried deep in the dragon's blood, and the culprit who keeps the world at peace.

But the moment I saw those eyes, something indescribable came over me. Almost subconsciously, he thought that it seemed to be something primitive, something more primitive than all existence, including the dragons, who claimed to be the oldest intelligent beings.

And there is no doubt that it is quite dangerous stuff. The technology of the path of the gods was banned by the dragons themselves, which probably has something to do with this.

……

In the darkness of the river, only the moon occasionally peeks out of the clouds is the only source of light. Without any lighting assistance, the speedboat was moving quickly on the river. Silent, like a ghost wandering in the middle of the night.

On the speedboat, an old man with pale hair pressed the steering wheel. He looked extremely relaxed, and even looked at the bleak river with a little freehand, as if he had come to a vacation...... But probably not that tourist would run to such a place without people in the middle of the night.

In the co-pilot, the tall young man sat there extremely quietly. This extremely well-behaved sitting posture is like a primary school student who sneaks to an Internet café and is grabbed by his parents. Although he is past the age of being a primary school student, the truth is not far from this.

"The headmaster's boating skills are good." The man seemed to want to break the silence and found a random topic. However, to be able to maintain such a speed in this pitch black environment without being discovered by those hidden sentinels is no longer "good" to describe...... Although they have EVA in the auxiliary.

"It's okay, I go to Hawaii for a few days every year, and I've participated in several rounds of speedboat races and stuff, but that's decades ago, so there's nothing to say." The old man replied casually, and his tone was relaxed, as if he was traveling to the sea with a promising junior.

"It's so good~ I've been dreaming of traveling at public expense for a long time, and I'm still going to the pearl of the Pacific Ocean." The man's heartfelt praise seemed to be imagining the scene where the beach, the sea and the sun converge.

Of course, it may also be thinking about something else, his eyes narrowed, revealing a somewhat lewd smile: "Of course, I naturally won't go to play speedboat, which is still a bit of a luxury entertainment for me, or it is more suitable for me to stay on the beach to help the helpless swimsuit lady with anti-oil." ”

"I don't deny that." The old man would smile knowingly, and the lively atmosphere would undoubtedly return to its previous appearance.

Fingal was a little discouraged when he couldn't find a topic, and then he said like a broken jar, "I said, Headmaster, aren't you supposed to fight the Dragon King in the subway station now?" How can you have the leisure to go to this place where birds don't poop to row? ”

"This sentence should be asked by me to Fingal, right?" Ange didn't look back and asked, "My excellent A-level student shouldn't have time to go to this place where birds don't for night swimming, right?" ”

Fingal, who was wet and not long after being fished up, scratched his hair that was also wet: "Actually, I've been quite busy this time, and now I have to go to other fields." I'm not as dashing as you, headmaster, and I have the kind of transportation I can use. Fortunately, my body is still quite strong, and this distance is nothing to me! ”

Not paying attention to Fingal's nonsense, Ange suddenly turned off the engine of the speedboat and let the speedboat move freely on the river: "That's a coincidence, I'm also going to catch the field." ”

"No, no, no, no matter how you look at it, it's a little trickier over there, right? I can't bother you here, headmaster, can you do it yourself? Fingalbarr tugged at his clothes and hid the golden revolver deeper.

"I can't wield a knife with this old bone." With his eyes open and talking nonsense, Ange silently stared at the undulating mountains on the shore, "It's better to leave such a thing as dragon slaying to you energetic young people." ”

"Why, how can we be compared to you." Fingal also opened his eyes and told nonsense.

Then the two of them stopped at the same time on the topic, and neither said what they were doing here on the big night. The yacht slowly stopped and quietly leaned against the shore.

"We may be late, though." Fingal fished something out of the grass on the shore next to him, and the weight of the ship shook for a while.

It was a corpse, and his eyes were still a little confused, and there was not a trace of struggle on his body. He probably didn't know how he died before he died, and the huge hole in his skull explained how he died.

"Tsk, a neat shot hits the point, this is not something ordinary thieves do." Fingal sighed and said, "It seems that the people who are attending the banquet are going to suffer." ”

With such casual handling of corpses, the people who came before them didn't seem to have any intention of hiding their whereabouts. And such people are often the most troublesome, and that guy, or those guys, don't intend to stay alive if they say something bad.

"But what does it matter, it just so happens that we don't have an invitation either." Ange stood up and jumped ashore and patted his black suit.

"And...... The elite of the Lionheart Society is not so easy to deal with. He looked at the entrance to the rockery in front of him, but his words seemed to mean something else.

After capturing the entrance, there were no guards left, I don't know if those guys were absolutely confident in their own strength, or if they thought that this barren mountain was unnecessary, but this also saved them a little effort.

"That's right, it's their bad luck to meet the elder." That being said, Fingal still hoped those guys didn't die too soon.

However, it was only then that he noticed that he had always been dressed in black, dressed like the headmaster who was going to a funeral, and today he seemed to be dressed much more fancy. Although he seems to have always been quite coquettish, he is not sloppy in his dress.

And now he is like going to some old friend's meeting.

……

In the crimson realm, a huge wolf's head tore at it, spitting out demonic light that could corrode all things. But the magic light was quickly burned out by the flames in the blazing realm, and soon dissipated into black smoke.

Red Flame's greatsword was raised again, slamming into the field in front of him. Under the stalemate between the two, a golden electric light burst out, but this dazzling light was quickly swallowed up by the flames everywhere around it.

There was a giant snake dormant in the sea of fire, its cold gaze staring at the metal giant god who was fighting against the giant wolf, and then suddenly burst out at a certain moment, and the huge snake's mouth opened at an angle of more than 100 degrees, revealing the sharp fangs and dense mouthparts hidden inside.

Ignoring the blazing flames on the metal titan, the serpent bit down on the metal titan's kick. The fangs swirled with the mouthparts, and the harsh sound of metal rubbing was heard. The serpent's remaining massive body swam out of the sea of fire, covering a field that allowed it to ignore the scorching flames, wrapping around the giant god's body layer by layer, leaving a heavy restraint.

Bright firelight lit up from the Iron Giant's body, and the temperature in the field continued to rise, and new fields opened up on the walls of the surrounding bronze city, locking the heat firmly within the walls. It's not a small space, it's filled with high temperatures that no living thing can live in, but at the moment, the chaos in this field can't be defined by the category of living things.