Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 546

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:08:19 AM

"I had a grandson."

Bonaparte's old man, with his big back turned, said so in a soft voice as he softened his short pruned hair into the wilderness breeze.

"My son is about the same age as their grandchildren compared to his colleagues who were quick at hand.... so this is what I always thought my grandson would be like while dealing with my child.... but that's something different. When my son, who inherited my blood, matured, fell in love with himself, and was born he... gripped this finger of mine and laughed, I thanked him from the bottom of my heart that I could live and meet him"

"... old man"

"So."

As the old man tried to gaze at me, over there Corti and Leila simultaneously revealed the giant silver dragon, Leila reached out to protect the liner, and Corti can see his arm backswinging to rip us off every Sword Saint Brigade.

"Out of the way!!

When that arm moved into a momentum, Bonaparte's old man pulled the Great Sword out of the ground glitchy and flashed against Corti in a weightless move.

"Huh... Hih, ahhh!?

And I don't know what happened for a second.

The screaming is Corti's.

And there was blood scattered around him like a fountain.

A few seconds later, one arm of a giant dragon sounded and fell a dozen meters behind us.

"You're in the way. Sorry, but I'm in the middle of a conversation. Will you stop being so rude?"

Bonaparte's old man jumps around on a rock and jumps back to us, gently distancing himself from bathing in return blood.

... you slapped off the dragon's arm? With a normal sword, albeit a commodity.

No, the first time I saw Maia, she was slamming a flat in the neck and knocking it down.

"I wonder how far we've talked"

"Captain. I wonder if you could talk about the pile later. He's gonna suffer, too."

"But... no, I'm not the captain in the first place, Joseph"

"Then who's the leader?"

"... Isn't that you"

"I don't remember anything like that"

"Mmm."

Bonaparte old man who thinks together with the knight who was next door.

A giant blue dragon lands in front of us to protect us like that, lowering the last rider that remained on its back.

"Oh, boy, keep your eyes peeled. It's not perfect. I'm telling you, you won't win now. Why don't you run for it, Randall?"

"There is no annihilation!

The last rider was what a predecessor, Ulysses III, the man, and Ector Randall.

Ector, who lowers with caution so that the Predecessor does not fall, is turning the thread into an angle of confusion under strange stirring.

"But there's no extraction. That's why it works. I can't help it, Grants, but I can't help it."

"... I don't want to be turned around all the time."

"Clean it up, then slowly complain to Arthur later."

"... Cohon. Then cross the line.... forming into two Dean Bay squads from left to right over me. Bay Squad is Offensive, Dean Squad is Distance and Follow. Intercept a group of infantry coming from the front. Only Lord Gold works with Sir Bonaparte to intercept dragons! Anyone who disagrees!

The voices never rise, and instantly the knights align.

"Leave the dragon to the dragon..."

It was a man's voice that echoed from the blue dragon that was walled in front of him.... I couldn't tell, but is this Mr. Brohl?

"Well, farewell will prevail between dragons as well. Will you let us do it? You protect my friend."

"... um"

Zuchin, and from Mr. Brohl's feet, one step back, Sir Bonaparte and another knight advance.

"You……………………………………………!

"Pull it, Corti! Now that Shario is being hit, even the number of dragons is mutual... not to the disadvantage!

"I can't hear you!

Corti plays his arms and barks as he makes noises with Mississippi.

Sir Bonaparte took a sword on his shoulder and looked up at the condition.

"Don't you have to fly?"

"Tell me what!

"Brace or fly. As far as braces are concerned, let me shield Lord Brohl just fine, but flying will do you good. Just two dances away from the ground."

"Frustrating...... Become!!

Corti spins from body to body and tries to slap Sir Bonaparte and the other with his tail.

but even with its tail Sir Bonaparte had severed it with a single swing with one arm.

Corti's tail flying through the sky. And once again, the blood that is often sprinkled with momentum.

"Grrr!!

"Don't talk about it.... Oh, I forgot to tell you"

Sir Bonaparte took the sword on his shoulder again and looked up at the depressed silver dragon.

"This is how I look. I'm not good at handouts. I also don't like being too much trouble.... I'll have Dragon Heart in two next."

Overwhelming.

Doesn't make dragons a problem or anything while shaping people.

Sir Bonaparte had warned him of death without any feeling, in front of a dragon like he looked up, in a manner that was like dealing with an indistinct chimp.

"Hi..."

"Corti!!

Layla, who grabbed the liner and Shario, calls the name of Corti as she rises in the sky.

Did you find out that was your last chance, Corti stops the bleeding forcefully and runs with the dotard and flees from before Sir Bonaparte? After taking the distance, he took off spitting the braces backwards to avoid being chased, and the cold air was stopped by dragonized Maia and Mr. Brohl spreading their wings.

"Can I let you get away with this, Captain?"

"That's why you're saying I'm not the captain.... I have nothing to panic about right now. You have to let him handle it. Dragon exorcism is another time."

"I didn't show up."

"I'm sorry about that. … Gilbert, shall we join in?"

"It looks like it's already done. But from what I've heard, five brave men were not allowed to fight."

Under the command of the Grants Hundred Commanders, the Brave Corps that attacked them was quickly under control.

You can't be the sword saints of war in the boys with the blade. Not to mention the lack of weapons. Sir Bonaparte's light overwhelming of the dragon also seemed a sufficient sight to disrupt their morale.

"Things have changed. I'm sorry.... before that explanation, Mr. Smythson! Does anyone know anything about medicine, only to a certain extent we..."

Naia appeals to the Sword Saints.

"I can do it to the point of bone bonding."

"But it's a good fit. That sounds a lot more like Jancha than I was asking Dr. Grants or his predecessor."

"What's going on with these arms? Hello, did you fall?

The Swordsaints wanted to stop by and try to put their hands on my injury, and whoops, I notice Mr. Brohl coughing up and stopping his hand.

"I have the merit of the year. I'm not a doctor, but I was wondering if you could leave this to me."

That's what Mr. Brohl (the human body) says and comes in.

"Looks like I've been a lot impotent. I can manage to get my left arm back, but I can't help my right"

"Can you hide it below that?"

It was flutin.

While Mr. Brohl was treating me, Apple and Brian came up to take care of the villagers in the valley.

"Mr. Andy! Hey, live...!

"Uh... I managed to survive. Thankyou, both of you."

"You must be Thankful!!

Apple can be stopped by Tess trying to hold him in tears. I was in the process of treating my fracture.

I have had my bones returned to their original position, and I have had them forcefully connected with medical photography using the strength of the dragon. I'm not efficient, but I can't do anything else.

"This time it's just really... really, it could be dead..."

"... I won't die. I'm apparently blessed with stars like that."

When I laugh and say so, the Predecessor advances from the circles around him and shakes his head.

"It's not a star. It's hard to blame the stars."

"The King."

"It's not the eyes that are there. Eyes that spot the bottom of the opponent. It is also an eye that understands what can be done without any fault of dimension. … the best part of reading it here without any desire or pessimism is that it can't be that way for any masterpiece"

"... ha"

That's what the predecessor says, but if you ask me, I just didn't get the bottom depth reading wrong, and I don't think it's inevitable. I'll bet on that. Me, too.

"This should be okay for now"

Mr. Brohl slaps Pong and Arms. If you move your left hand, it's almost uncomfortable.

I'm not a dominant arm, though, and I can't do that with this arm.

"Well. Are we going to fight back? I guess their big names collapse and all they have to do is hunt them down."

Sir Bonaparte says so and looks downstream.

Most of the brave men are slapped down and captured, monitored by several sword saints and unable to move.

Far beyond that, the royal palace of Karlwin. Our victory if we can attack that far.

It's this way that I got my hands on first, but it's the liner side that broke the covenant. I can no longer interfere with the state by dragons.

To dominate the royal palace, to reconcile in some way, there is no point in remaining silent more than the end of the war has been opened. It would be best to bring this battle to an end promptly and to prevent harm to the inhabitants.

... but.

"Just a little, I have concerns"

"Tetes?"

"The pull is too bright. More than Shario's got his hands on here, if we keep us alive, they'll treat us like bad dragons, and if we do poorly, we won't have to wait for Ryder's trial to be hunted by our fellow countrymen... is that the decision?

"Oh...... yeah"

"I know that, but how much Corti got hit by a human opponent... it can't be this easy to pull off. Manage to scratch the back...... at least Mr. Brohl has just arrived and is not in a good mood, and while he needs to fight while protecting us, at least Mr. Maia should want to remain unrepeatable. Otherwise, the outlook for the future will be lost."

"Does one alone connect hope?

"After we get the injured Shario and the unarmed liner back to safety, we just have to re-attack them with the two of us safe again. Fighting while protecting is restricted. If you don't need to defend your allies, you can attack with all your might. Finishing the Sword Saint Brigade on the surface is if you don't mind mumbling, you can throw up your braces all you want, and as long as you keep Mr. Maia crushed, Mr. Brohl is two-on-one with your opponent. As long as the dragon and the rider disappear, no one will be able to convey a convincing word against the dragon, and there will be no breaking of the covenant."

"... and yet I pulled.... Wasn't he too messed up?

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"Don't put it on."

Tess pointed to the flashing sword that I removed and now Naia has.

"Earlier, your husband... attacked you with Naia's talking sword, didn't he?

"Oh."

"... it was just like the light of a dragon slayer"

"Uh... uh, the principle seems to be the same."

"... I don't know much about dragons around here, but there was an interaction between dragons, there was an agreement, and there was a firedragon war against humanity."

"Ah."

... that is.

If even Crystal Palace has a widespread taboo about the Fire Dragon War = Dragon Slayer.

If you make this one a bad guy by insisting at the Palace that you used a dragon slayer... you can delude Shario's non-handed.

Which is superior to the covenant on riders? I don't know the details, but it's not surprising that protecting the liner from taboo attacks is considered a legitimate act.

"Sure... there's room for interpretation, but not good"

Mr. Brohl looks harsh.

"If you proceed poorly like this, you may end up in a silver dragon full of rage with incitement"

"... the number of silver dragons here"

"You can see there are dozens of them."

"... the dragon should be moving as much as possible, but it will be missing...? But we can't let Lord Smythson confront us again."

Mr. Brohl and Tetes roar.

But Sir Bonaparte, who was supposed to have heard, had no trouble whatsoever, slapping lightly on his shoulder to reassure me.

"... old man"

"Don't worry. We won't be the only ones on your side."

"... it is, though.... worst of all, I'm gonna have to give up taking Carlwin back Naia's hometown from him..."

"You don't have to."

……

"It's about time"

Sir Bonaparte points to the southern sky.

Far away, I see a winged dragon.

Not one head. Four heads just clearly visible. It may still be going on from beyond.

"I can count on your side."

"... yes, but..."

"Mr. Andy! Over there!"

Apple in turn looks at the northern sky and screams.

... over there, a landscape I kinda don't want to believe. At least ten or more dragons continue to appear in the sky.

"That's not good..."

"First I fly first. In case Lord Smythson is ready to fall with Maia."

Mr. Brohl poses forcefully widening his arms and turns into a dragon body.

But.

"That's not how it works. There are people downstairs who need to be protected."

"... if you die, which way will you destroy?"

"Get out of the way!

"Maia, I'll take care of the rest"

Mr. Brohl takes off and lags behind to shelter us.

Black dragon to line him up like that...... Lyla flew out of the southern sky, spoke two or three words and landed with Mr. Brohl.

The Blue Dragons I came with...... maybe Asti or Aeri's (I can't tell a bit), but I put down the big carriage I had and everyone from the inside who calls for reinforcements pops up.

"Andy!"

"Andy, you! It's okay... it doesn't look like it."

"Mr. Andy!

"Tetes-chan! Smythson Ten Chiefs - Whatever!!

"Easy, Naris. You knew that."

Almeida to Angelos, Mr. Hilda, Aurora and Naris. There are other figures such as Sharon and Irina.

And face-to-face with Lyla and Mr. Brohl, a dozen silver dragons who land intimidating and confront each other.

I also know everyone who comes running over to me is breathtaking. I had never experienced it in my life, I was about to get into too horrible a situation.

But Mr. Deane, coming out of the carriage a little late from everyone, arms up and relative with an invincible grin against them silver dragons.

"Mr. Deane."

"Well done, Andy.... Lord Bonaparte, I took care of him."

Now, what do we do, god of war?

Sir Bonaparte whispers to have fun.

Mr. Deane stayed laughing.

"Depends on who you're dealing with. That doesn't sound friendly."

"Oh."

"That's right..."

Tess tries to explain, and one of the silver dragons speaks up on his behalf.

"We have heard from Shario the complaint that Andy Smythson, the rider of the outside world, used an undesirable weapon in the sacred battle of dragon riders. If that's true, what are you going to do, do you understand that using it with dignity in front of us is a provocation? Depending on the matter, ask about its qualities as a rider..."

"Lizards. Never mind twice."

blocking the mouth of the silver dragon, Mr. Deane raised his voice.

"Can you lose it or die here? Choose."

"Become..."

And now I realize that the signs of drifting from Mr. Deane are the highest ever.

It's not about that forest night.

Many times that anger is emanating from all over her body.

You're not smiling because you're happy to be reunited with me.

I'm just delighted that the intent to kill in her has gone too far and that moment has already been finalised.

A moment of thoughtless beating of an unforgivable target.

"If it's a fight, let's just buy it. That's all I've got for you. I'll wait for you for a dozen more minutes. If you want to live, turn your back and run back."

(cont 'd)

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