Van Klele had to give it to the elves. Unlike Manlin penguins, they keep their nests clean.

Their flying city is pleasing to the eye, with glittering white stone and marble statues that Van Kel thinks will look good on his treasures. He promised himself that he would come back to buy groceries when he got the princess back.

Gargoyles with forks patrolled the walls of the city, unable to see either Winkel or the knight on a bull. She also became transparent, though the dragon could still smell her. "Invisibility can fool weak demons, but neither Morey nor his elite guards can fool them." Knight Chia whispered. "Still, I wonder why the city's defenses are so weak. Usually there are demons everywhere there, and our spies can't even get close to it. ”

"I can smell a lot of friends nearby," Winkel said as he hummed a song as he searched for his food. This escape had left him hungry, and he had become accustomed to demonic meat. He flew to the source of the scent, some kind of flying port, with a huge metal bird nesting in the middle.

…

It was a big, big metal bird.

Many, many times larger than Van Kerr himself, with huge iron wings and iron spikes underneath them. The demon manipulates the strange contraption on its back, which looks like an enlarged version of the musket weapon that Kobold Red carries with him. The bird has only one eye made of glass, and demons and elves hit it with hammers.

As usual, his chief of staff was frightened by the size of the animal. "Oh my God, they cracked the passcode of the iPad. They made a bombardier. ”

"This is not a bombardier, this is a flying fortress," said the knight, equally afraid. "It's bigger than the Titanic!" Do you think it has a function? It looks rough and ancient. ”

"I don't know, but we have to destroy it before it takes off."

Only a man would worry about a bird. Winkel would burn the devil inside, just as he was preparing a training diet. He lazily opened his mouth, trying to kill the big fat bird.

Then his [Virgin Princess Radar] was activated.

Winkel immediately turned his head to the signal source in the center of the city. "Princess!" His eyes widened in daze. "A princess!"

"Your Majesty, what is this—"

Controlled by his dragon instincts, Winkel ignored the metal bird and flew straight to the princess's location, knocking both the knight's griffin and gargoyles out of the sky. The demons noticed him because he caused the building to collapse after hitting it, immediately blowing the horn and bells.

“K

ightsba

e ?” Kia the Manling called Vai from the air

queu

, Vai

queu

Heard, but didn't. "Knights, Dalton, where are you going?"

"Princess! The dragon shouted.

He flew over the Elven City, blowing houses and demons away with his wings until he found what he was looking for: a huge circular red-brick arena in the very center of the Flying City. Hundreds of elves and demons gathered in the stands with food and drink.

The dragon immediately recognized the princess, who was chained to a marble pillar in the middle of the arena's sand.

It was the prettiest pet Winkel had ever seen, with beautiful green fur, which matched his gold jewelry. Her skin was so pure that Winkel was reminded of milk, and the demons dressed her up like a gift.

There were two other princesses, two elves, tied next to her, but Winkel didn't care at all. They don't smell like virgins. The one in the center, however, is what he wants, the jewel in the crown of the day that he boasts of! When he puts them on display on a mountain of gold, the others will complement her.

"Today, friends and elves, we gather for the ritual of the demon Kryda!" A tall, burly red demon shouted from the stands, and the crowd cheered for his words, "In order to gain the favor of hell in the destruction of Gardmani, three, yes, three noble ladies will die before today's battle!" This terrible thing was done by the guests of our esteemed king, beautiful, poisonous......

When a purple-haired elf appeared in front of the princesses, the elves and demons cheered. She was a beautiful girl, with long dark purple hair coiled around the ends of her hair, and a pair of bloody red eyes; She wore a black queen's gown, made of animal and demon skins. The woman's gaze unnerved Wink, even though the dragon didn't know why.

"Look at these sacrifices!" The speaker continued. "Princess Merville, niece of our nemesis, King Roland Gardmani! Apple's oracle—"

"Mine!" Wankel landed on the arena with a thud, blowing away a large cloud of dust around him. "My, my, my!"

When the audience fell silent and the purple-haired man looked up at his face, Winkle turned to the captured princesses and showed them his princess bag.

"Get in the bag!" The princesses looked around in panic. "I said, fast forward to the princess bag!"

"Your Majesty, you are invisible, they are locked up!"

"Zero magic."

Winkel's invisibility vanished, and he could feel the power of his other trinkets being denied as well. The crowd panicked at the sight of him, and the princesses trembled with fear. The dragon ignored them, glancing only at the source of the attack.

(Crystal Prison.) At the behest of this strange manlin, a barrier of purple crystals formed around the princesses, trapping them inside, like bugs in amber. The dragon immediately recognized it as a cursed fairy tale. "Knights, you're here to delay our ambitions?"

The thing looks like a noble princess, but it doesn't smell at all. She smells of deadly flowers, death, and rancid stench of the Black Forest.

Not alone.

fomo

。

Winkel exchanged glances with the fairy, her soulless eyes confirming his suspicions. There was a tense and hateful silence between them, neither of whom was willing to take the first step; The dragon laid down the princess bag and his chief of staff, ready to crush the abomination at the first sign of hostility. Their race may have made peace, but her presence angered the dragon.

"Your Majesty?" His chief of staff didn't know the woman's nature, and looked back and forth between them. "Who is she?" I couldn't read her with my magic, she didn't think it was right. ”

"Minions, hide behind me." Wankel said, claws outstretched, ready to fight until the creature's death if necessary. "Fairytale elves hunt Manlin's furs."

"Oh, spectators, an unexpected challenger rushed in! Wicker Knight Bane, 'Emperor'," the demonic narrator laughed, and to Vikr's bewilderment, the crowd laughed along, "Mumulim and the Albon Mountains, claiming to be the catastrophe of our time!"

"What do you call yourself!" Winkel refuted the lie.

"In the other corner, is the diabolical superstar, the invincible champion, the undefeated king of Ishfania...... Fabulous Brandon Moore!"

An elf enters the arena through a door embedded in a stone wall, as thin and fragile as his kind. His skin is light purple, almost gray, with silver eyes and short hair of the same color. He wore a gilded, glittering cloth that exposed only his chest, covering his whole body, and wore a horned silver crown on his head. The dead man walked, holding a knife in one hand and a red cloth in the other.

The crowd cheered at the elf's arrival, and the elf held up his red cloth to them. Openings in the walls of the arena released streams of flames and white smoke. "The best demon!" The audience chanted. "My lord, the best demon!" The best demon!"

The sulfur-smelling elf smirked at Manling Victor. "Ah, just by seeing Brandon Moore's perfect body, you fall in love with him. Brandon Moore has always had this reaction. ”

"Actually, I'm just surprised by your blue outfit—"

"There is no need to deny your lust for Brandon More's noble body." The Demon King cut off the Chief of Staff and gave him a smug look, which made Winkel feel immediately disdainful. No one can resist Brandon Moore, who welcomes all admirers. Because Beauty has a lover, and he is Brandon Moore. ”

Genie. Always arrogant cows.

However, that night, Wanke's eyes were kept on the fairy in case she sneaked up. He didn't even smash the arrogant cow, unwilling to give the dragon's sworn enemy any chance.

"You, V&V, have been snubbing Moore for months." The elf said as she walked towards him. "You killed his human henchman, stole his precious apples, destroyed his court magicians, and ruined a century of demon-summoning work. Now you want to take away his hard-won sacrifice? Brandon Moore really wants to know: What did he do to you to make you suffer such a punishment?"

"You exist in my world." Wacker replied, his eyes still fixed on the witch. "I am the Emperor. I can do what I want. ”

"You, Wenquier, are not the Emperor. Mu

mu

i

It's Ishfa

ia's daughter, Ishfa

IA has only one king. O king who stands before you!"

Warning: Your [Emperor] title is contested by Brandon Moore!

If you do not assert your legitimate power, your [Emperor] class privileges will be revoked!

"Competitions? What's there to fight about?" Vai

queu

Growl. He shouldn't even defend his title, because its effectiveness is obvious!

"What are you going to do with that bombardier?" Manlin Victor asked, he was more concerned with the metal bird than with a challenge to his master's authority. "How did you build it so fast?"

"Moore built the Iron Eagle months ago, but his minions lacked the knowledge to put the finishing touches on it. As for what he would do, if Brandon Moore remembers, the earthlings have a word to describe it. Something with carpets. ”

"Carpet bombing," said the veteran, without a hint of warmth in his voice.

"Yes, carpet bombing. B

a

do

Mau

e will carpet bomb Ga

demag

e monkey farm, until only rubble and dead apes remain. He would also take a detour to raze the stinking villages of Haudemer and Merven to the ground. ”

“W-why ?” Victor asked. "What's the point?"

"In order to starve my guests to death, I killed all the cattle," Winkel explained.

"Because Brandon Moore has a lot of good things. Beautiful. Perfect. Generous. But forgiveness is not among them. ”

Winkel's chief of staff prepared his scythe. "Not right under my nose." He said that he was ready to defend the honor of the master and the food supply.

“Mau

e doesn't care about monkey props. The arrogant elf turned to look at the minion's scythe. If you want your ears to be on your body, you'll have to release Morey's Lich Servant at once. ”

Fu

ibo

Is it? That terrible elf wants to break the seal that imprisoned Frebon!" I'm not going to let you unleash that demon into the world, demon!" Winkel declares that he is ready to blow up the two men with flames and flames, regardless of the peace of the former dragon.

"Moore's will will come to pass." The demonic elf turns to the former witch. "melodiuse, please help B

a

do

Mau

e a favor, clean up all the hard labor on his stage"

"As you wish, little prince."

Van Kerr immediately blasted the fireball towards where Formo was standing, but she left the path in an instant like a frustrated Frebon.

“[Hellzo

e]。 Before he could react, she raised a hand, and the spatial structure around Wicker and Victor collapsed; A crack shows a world of fire and brimstone superimposed on the arena. The mirage lasted only a moment, and with it his chief of staff vanished.

The luck check is successful, but your minions have been banished to Hell. "My Chief of Staff!" Van Kerr angrily spread his wings to show his dominance to the former. "Bring him back at once!" I'm not going to clean the dungeon anymore!"

"Only the real winner will make a claim, Dragon!" Brandon Moore replied when a beam of light came down from the sky and hit the place where the iron bird had nested. The elf roared angrily and looked in this direction. "Iron Eagle!" They've brought reinforcements!"

"It won't be long." The former witch glanced at the light source, then disappeared into the veil of darkness, leaving nothing behind.

"I'll take you, grazing!" Van Kerr roared, intending to eat the walking cows, put the princesses in bags, and then force the witch to release his chief of staff. He'll find time to rampage somewhere in the middle. "Your weak spell won't work against me!"

"Only the weak rely on magic to win battles!" A true warrior only needs his Muletta and Espada! You, Van Kerr, Brandon Moore challenge you! One-on-one, champion vs. dragon!"

"Knight Bane won't back down in battle!"

You've accepted the challenge of Moore [Demon Koreda]!

The audience will give them strength or weaken them depending on the performance of the fighters!

"Well, Viquier, Brandon Moore swears as a matador...... "The elf waved his sword." Today, you will taste the bitterness of failure!"