A Wish to Grab Happiness

Time goes back a while. The time when thunder and wind were still competing for that courage.

There were two men in a flaming storm on the wall that separated the gate.There are great heroes of gold and great wicked sinners facing each other, holding swords.

In this world, can they be described as a third confrontation?We kept killing each other, sometimes dying, but then we met again.

As if a script were leading them together, their paths are intertwined.

Helt = Stanley leaves his bright hair in the wind and swings a platinum sword at a high speed.The flash of a sword that has been thoroughly completed from the stand-up to the speed of swinging out and stepping in.

If you know the way of the sword, you can even sigh.I don't think I'll catch up.I will just thank you for meeting that beauty.

The great evil that clogs and tries to slay and kill them does not know the way of the sword.

The Magic Sword of the Great Evil Lugis is too miserable for a helmet sword that glimpses even the sparkle.Every time the flash of purple electricity pops, the magic is scattered so much that it will burn your skin.

By the symbolic, they were showing a contrasting appearance.

"─!"

The swords of the two overlap, making it a perfect match for each other.Hert's golden eyes and Lugis's fierce eyes peek into each other.

Strange. I had a strange feeling about Helt.

I must have never met him.At least I don't feel like talking or fighting each other.

But for some reason, I can remember him.

I remember him when he was a different person than he is now, and when he was a great villain.Only a few of his memories are in the helt.It's as if I've been filled with memories of my life.

Occasionally, such confusion of memory occurred in the helt.

I know those who do not know and those who do not know.Said the Virgin is only a scripture, but is there such a strange scripture?

The blade meshes with the blade. The sparks that bounced cut each other's cheeks.Half a step apart, the two sides set their swords back together.

My breathing overlapped.

"Are you sure you want to do one thing?"

The helt uttered words to be guided by heat in the brain.

Yes, it was hot. There was a fever that seeped out of the body, not the heat in the flame.Looking at the helt with the sword in place, Rugis snapped.

"I don't think we can talk to each other anymore."

That said, Rugis didn't seem to have any islands to attach.Her gaze remained strong, but she waited for Helt's words.

"Do you know me?"

Helt left the cloudy body of his memory with Lugis.That never seemed a bad decision.

Every time Lugis and the sword interact, every time they interact with each other, Helt's memory comes to life with a definite contour.Then he may also know himself.

Golden eyes swayed slightly, asking Lugis.

For a moment, Rugis smiled.

"... I don't know, there's no way to know.--So it doesn't matter.The important thing is, as long as you name Hert-Stanley, you're definitely my enemy.Just say it with confidence. "

Enemy. Perhaps it was Helt who responded more strongly to the word than Lugis.Loosen your eyelids just for a moment.I repeated it in my mouth.

"You and I are enemies."

"Oh, that's all there is between you and me anytime."

It was horribly natural for both.

Justice and evil, the old kingdom and the new kingdom, the catholicism and the crest.The talented and the immature.It is extremely conflicting with each other, and it is impossible to stand side by side.

So the conflict between the two is inevitable - it's called destiny.

It was a strange thing. Though we have only counted words and so on, we know why they are intertwined with each other.

Somewhere stuck, one must die.

Helt laid his platinum sword slightly sideways and opened his noble eyes like a lion.

"Very well, if you are an enemy - be prepared.This is where you end up. "

"Don't be silly. If I were to be killed by you, then so be it.Not now. "

That's why Lugis speaks in words that can only be said to be delusional or blind.But there was strange strength and conviction.Helt stopped talking.

In an instant, silence fills the space.

The fire that burns and burns the air is not even a talking place between the two.The sound withered and there was only the world between them.The witch was staring at the end of both.

A god-made hero, created by God.

One, man-made heroes.

Who holds onto the future?They hold the blade to symbolize it.An eternal moment when your breathing is gone and even your skin feels lost.

--The two worlds meshed up and swayed at the same time.

The platinum is shaking and the purple electricity waves.

Lugis made a move that no longer surpasses the realm of man and even devours magic.If you look at him, not only creatures, but also shocks and spaces are subject to killing intentions.All defenses make no sense before he does.I'm sure he'll kill everything.

The blade of purple electricity is swinging from the sky to the ground without cutting off the helt.The shake is large, but there is no fine dust such as a gap.

In contrast, Helt had silver on his waist.

At this moment, Helt feels intuitive.

After all, I know him.I know how to interact with him.He once killed himself while being killed by himself.

The trajectory of the sword Lugis gave me overlapped with my memory.

In an instant, Helt switches his sword to his right hand and sticks his left arm forward.The Magic Sword won't stop.However, a few seconds of slaughter will occur before Helt's life is slaughtered.

Helt wanted to buy those few seconds.He stepped on the earth with his feet and circled the platinum with his spine on the axis.With a single right hand, if you wave the sword, Helt will surely knock your enemies down.

If that happens, Rugis' neck will pop before Helt smashes his skull.His fierce eyes opened.

There was a dust and a sound of iron colliding between the two.Rugis kicked Helt's body and jumped backwards for a short while.

Helt gave up part of his arm, but Rugis exhaled blood from his hand, which forced him to pay for the platinum.

"Mr. Ruggis, the boulder."

The words came out of Helt's mouth.It's not conscious, just take it for granted.

"--But today I will win."

She smiled as if her cheeks were loose.I no longer knew if there was hostility there.However, the heat that moved to the eyes sparkled and penetrated Lugis's figure.

I see. This is the enemy.Until now, those who were merely slain down were not enemies.It wasn't the enemy that collapsed ahead of Hert's enormous talent.

He who stretches out his fingers to kill himself is the enemy.

"--That's impossible. He was stronger than you.That's what I believe.I can't let you lose. "

Rugis replied, spreading the blood accumulated in the palm of his hand to the ground, and then placed the Magic Sword again.The eye holds so much light that it is more helpful than a helt.

There was no intention of killing each other anymore.It's just that if we settle on both, one of us dies without response.

At that time, the balance of victory and defeat will finally determine its inclination.

--The ground shakes very much. There was a shock that penetrated the sky.

Hert and Lugis, their eyes open to each other.

But it was never upset by the sound of the earth.Because they both knew what caused it.

This magnitude, this swing, this fear.

Definitely - from the Spirit Ultia.

This one is peeling his teeth now.