episode_0170
by fnovelpia“Go in while maintaining order!”
Underground, the heart of Magmar.
Under the command of the immortal blacksmith Hergen, the dwarves move in an orderly manner.
Non-combatants who cannot participate in the battle against Skadia are taking refuge in a bunker located beneath the heart of Magmar.
The heart of Magmar, a giant furnace where the souls of the dwarves are melted, and which they regard as their guardian deity.
This is the last defensive base with numerous defensive systems built. There is no place safer than this in Doomheim.
“There’s a place like this in Doomheim. I just found out about it today.”
“Me too. Who made this?”
Even with war looming, the dwarves’ curiosity was still piqued. Most dwarves had only recently learned of the bunker’s existence.
It has not been used for a long time, so it is covered in dust, but it is not old. It is a bunker so excellent that even the dwarven craftsmen can’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Literally enough to withstand dragon attacks without any problems.
As if they had prepared for this day.
“Isn’t your father going to come in?”
Perka watched the dwarves enter the bunker.
She is currently in the center of the Magmar Heart.
This is where the sparks are placed, which recover the waste heat and magical energy generated from the furnace and supply it to the entire city.
When the spark goes out, all of Doomheim’s forges will cease operation, leaving you shivering in the cold underground.
Also known as the Heart of Doomheim.
It is a restricted area where only the spark coordinator is allowed entry.
At the entrance, Perka was standing with Torvar.
Despite Perka’s words that contained a hint of concern, Torvar’s reaction was the same.
“Where is the spark controller going without protecting the spark?”
“There’s nothing we can do once the dragon comes this far, right?”
While some of the masters were armed, Thorvar had no fighting ability at all. He was a blacksmith, far from a warrior.
“Just go in without making any noise.”
“Anyway, you seem like a workaholic. … If a dragon comes, don’t look back and run away.”
“Do it yourself.”
Perka grumbled at the cold answer and went into the bunker. Torvar watched her without saying a word until she disappeared from sight.
Then, immediately, Karami, who had been hiding behind the pillar, came out.
“If you look at it, there is no woman in the world who is more frustrated than this one. If you just talk, you can solve everything by yourself, but it is a talent to drag things out.”
“Huh. Who cares about someone whose arm was cut off? If you don’t want to become a grasshopper with your remaining arm cut off, then you too, get in there.”
Karami shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn’t stop herself.
As I passed by Torvar, I offered him a word of advice.
“Keep this in mind. If parents don’t tell their children, they will never know. Of course, I know everything even if I don’t tell my slaves.”
“… Crazy guy.”
Karami left the furnace, pretending not to hear Torvar’s sharp insults. Outside, there were dwarven warriors and masters, fully armed.
A speech was in full swing to boost the morale of the warriors before the battle. Assis watched the scene from a little distance away.
Karami approached as stealthily as possible, making his footsteps quiet, and placed a hand on Assis’ shoulder.
“Wow!”
“… ?”
Assis, who doesn’t even pretend to be surprised, looks at Karami with an indifferent expression and tilts his head to the side.
Now, it’s gotten to the point where I know what it means without you having to say anything. It was an action that made me wonder what was going on.
“I tried to let you loose if you were nervous. I wish I had seen you surprised, but that’s too bad.”
I have never once seen Assisi surprised or scream.
Surprise is also a part of emotion.
I thought it would be good to express it.
Karami’s mouth watered with regret.
“… … .”
Assis gazes blankly at such a Karami.
Karami doesn’t know.
How surprised Assis was to see him injured.
How angry she was.
And, another feeling is sprouting secretly.
But Assis felt that he couldn’t let Karami find out about this. He didn’t want to be found out.
I don’t know why.
“I guess the speech is over.”
Meanwhile, the masters’ long speeches ended.
All that remains is a victory spell to encourage the warriors.
“Okay, go ahead.”
Karami whispered something in Assis’s ear and pushed his back. Assis appeared as if he was being pushed onto the balcony.
Many eyes are turned towards Asia.
Dwarf warriors waiting for her mouth to open.
Assis, who had been blankly looking down with languid eyes that showed no sign of tension, moved his hand.
A fatal move that will add strength to the victory spell that Karami had just announced.
Gently place your hand near the front of your chest.
Make a shape by placing your thumb and middle finger together.
Name it Finger Heart.
And the winks are blasting.
“With love… … Fighting… ?”
“Wow, wow, wow, wow!”
Aisys’ heart cheer that even dragons covet?
I can’t stand this.
There is no more powerful cheer in the world than this.
The dwarves’ shouts shook the pulse of the earth.
***
It was a night with thick clouds.
Under the sky where neither moonlight nor starlight had disappeared, a shadow deeper than darkness fell upon the ground.
The sky splits open and blue spreads through the gaps. Every time I flap my wings, pieces of ice decorate the sky like stars.
Skadia landed at the entrance to Doomheim, crushing the atmosphere with her massive body and causing a storm in all directions.
The ones who greeted Skadia were a fully-armed dwarf army and three masters.
Ulbram, ruler of the battlefield.
Hargran, the Hammer of the Berserker.
Turuntu, the guardian of steel.
Even though Skadia appeared and the entire area froze, they didn’t budge. This was thanks to the special cold-weather gear they were wearing.
It was so obvious to Asis what it meant.
“It was you. You stole the princess of Prysian. How dare you deceive me. You cowardly moles have come out of your stomach.”
“Hehehe, our dwarves don’t know the shamelessness of kicking out guests.”
“You didn’t hear from your ancestors. How did you dwarves end up living underground?”
“How could we not know that these are the chains that bind us here? However, tonight, we intend to break free from the thousand-year-old bonds. Ice Dragon, you must become the turning point in dwarven history.”
“Try it. If you can, you foolish mortals.”
Previously, I just passed over it because of the mirror repairs, but now I don’t have to. I can now pinpoint Assis’ location without the magic mirror.
The moment Skadia raises her body and spreads her wings to fly.
“Now! Shoot!”
Ulbram sent the signal.
Around Skadia.
Turrets hidden underground spring up and fire harpoons.
Clang! Clang!
The chains on the tail fly in parabolic arcs and land on the ground. Hundreds of metal chains are woven together in a net shape.
Layers of metal nets capture Skadia in an instant. The chains are pulled taut and Skadia is pressed with all their might.
Scadia, pressed down like a rat cannon.
I squinted my eyes.
“This is….”
It was no ordinary net.
The chains that made up the net were none other than mithril.
Mithril, also known as the dream weapon for adventurers. It has a hardness that cannot be matched by other metals, and its magic conductivity is so high that it is worth a thousand dollars.
It was a mithril chain that had been hammered in excessively, and was mounted on the turret following Karami’s advice.
‘The most important thing to remember when dealing with flying creatures is to prevent them from flying.’
When Skadia landed to receive the mirror.
You must never miss that opportunity.
“If you thought you could restrict my movements with something like this, you were mistaken.”
As if it were a joke, Skadia flaps her wings vigorously, causing the net to ripple violently. The turret connected to the harpoon shakes to its roots.
For a moment, ominousness spread through the dwarf group. But Turntu quickly gave the next instruction.
“Don’t panic! Activate the turret!”
The dwarves activate the turrets.
Sparks dance along the chain.
An intense red magical power spread throughout the entire net. Steam burst out without hesitation from Skadia’s gigantic body that came into contact with the magical power.
“Haha! How is it, you lizard bastard. Hot! ”
Hargran shouts excitedly.
The core of a flame golem that guards the ruins of a lava zone. It is an energy resource that endlessly boils lava, and is very effective against Skadia, which has the ice attribute.
The lava-like magic of the core melts the extreme ice in the highly conductive mithril.
There is no need to fight the dragon fair and square. You must use every means at your disposal.
From Mithril to the Flame Golem’s core.
It doesn’t matter that the amount of money invested in preparing for this war is astronomical.
If you just catch Skadia, money will pile up like pebbles on the street.
“What a ridiculous thing to do… .”
As it was indeed a chain made by the dwarves, a race of craftsmen, even Skadia could not easily shake it off.
But he is Ice Dragon Skadia.
One of the original primordial dragons.
The embodiment of winter.
“Did you think you could tie up this body with a net like this!”
The roar of Skadia rang out.
A north wind blew and swept through the area.
The net that bound Skadia froze in an instant, like a candle in the wind. Skadia spreads her wings and raises her body.
Pakaang─!
The chain was shattered and scattered to the point where it made Mithril look colorless.
Kuwaaa.
The ice dragon howled.
Scadia is gearing up for a comeback.
As she swallows the air, Skadia’s chest swells greatly.
“Freeze!”
A brilliant, pure white light burst out, forming a line connecting heaven and earth.
Dragon Breath that brought eternal winter to the Kingdom of Frisian.
Prelude to the End.
And that’s it.
‘When you fly, the first breath comes.’
It was within Karimi’s expectations.
A single point of cold light travels back towards Breath.
Skadia’s eyes flinched as she caught it.
“Princess?”
It was Assis who had been kept in a rare place and watched over for hundreds of years.
But a lot has changed since the girl Scadia knew.
delight.
sorrow.
anger.
horror.
faith.
craving.
And the last love.
Seven emotions were mixed together, adding various colors to the doll-like expressionless face.
Assis flew up, holding a sword and the hem of her dress fluttering.
The ice illuminated the path it had taken, and the snowflakes colored the path it would take.
The sword drawn by Assis struck Skadia under the chin.
Kwaaah!
In a split second, a twisted breath shoots into the sky. The clouds clear away, and the falling moonlight sparkles on ice crystals.
“People. Don’t bother me.”
As if it were a sign of the end of the dark ages.
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