A Wish to Grab Happiness

Karia's bright silver hair jumps and drives its tiny body. On both hands is the Great Sword of Black Scarlet.

Doing nothing is a complicated operation, just as usual. That's what it takes to shake a sword that has been repeated many, thousands and tens of thousands of times since childhood. That's all. As far as Kalia is concerned, there are no more mistakes than shards.

A good streamlined line, no longer called one extreme, is drawn in the hollow. At the same time, the myth of the giant was shaken.

That's towards the hostile Virgin. To swallow the divine spirit and the threat to call it that. Gold opened his eyes.

The glow of a mixture of white and black scarlet instantly devours the Great Temple. The vision is covered and the throat is pushed into the rough wind pressure emitted. It is not very bearable for humans.

Would you say that it could not withstand the flashing and wind pressure rampant additions and subtractions, the stone slab of the laid Great Temple raised a slight glimmer?

That's how long the groan goes to groan, the groan goes to scream, and then at the end of the day the scream turns to collapse sound. The slab broke and the column showed a distorted figure.

Nothing strange about that. Naturally, in a way.

A wave shaken by Kalia is a myth of a giant. A giant is a word that refers to a man who utters ruinous destruction.

And if he had used one end of his power in the sleep of his king. Absolute destruction is the only consequence.

The Great Shrine, which has been walking through eternal times since ancient times, trembles only that it has finally finished its role. The sand was paid, and the pebbles were trembling and dumb about the atmosphere.

- At one point in time, a deadly noise sounded. A giant bone that supported the Great Temple, the sound of its center crushed.

Abrupt, complete collapse begins. Something that goes against the weight of history and even seems disgusting.

Like celebrating the awakening of a new giant. So as to mourn the disappearance of the former giant. The Great Temple disappears.

Virtue, the Virgin, and so the Titans. Regardless of which one, the collapse swallowed up. Told me it was a baptism for a new step.

Sometimes the Great Shrine melts into death and snow, disappearing into the white. Slowly, I stopped walking forever and fell asleep.

It's as if to tell you that one of the old days is over.

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The golden eye blinked as he stepped on a pile of dead snow and placed the Great Temple, no longer a rubble, under his eyes. Shake your lips to dance.

"It's terrible. That's flattering."

That's right, whining, Artius pays his shoulder. The smell of sand and dust that fell zero from the fragments of the Great Shrine poked through his nostrils.

Look into the hollow and squeeze your eyes as you look for something. Bad Rugis, and Teng Himself who created this tragedy, Karia-Birdnick, is nowhere to be seen anymore.

Did you run away? Altius had no choice but to take his gaze down.

Of course, it is possible that he is caught in the collapsing Great Temple, spitting out the built-in like a crushed frog and dying.

Altius secretly denied it in his chest as he paid for the smoke on his hair with his fingertips. No, they can't die here.

The reason is simple. I don't know if Ouffle is spinning that fingertip or something with another factor though. Whatever it was, they even let the big giant Flimslat's hips go up. That's how they wiped out their existence.

Then you can't die.

Destiny is not so mild. Let the Great Devil vanish, and the world will not wait gently enough to die so easily. When they die, they have the end they deserve.

"Arueno, I think I understand as much as you speak. Just a little bit."

Altius said so with his lips fingered as he spoke to his body. That was not a narrative containing a great deal of emotion, but a cage of feelings much more if Altius.

Arueno and his presence are getting a little closer. Altius felt that a human emotion that should have disappeared was held only slightly in his chest.

I can already see full assimilation. If it was meant to be, we should later take a pale time to spin the yarn. so as to be least dangerous.

Only then will Arueno's limbs become sacral bodies, and Artius' reception flesh is completed.

- In that case, the primitive finally comes back into this hand.

I thought that was the best way to go. Altius shudders his shoulders as he leaks his white exhale.

I can't say that either. Apparently, it wasn't a good idea to give them too much time.

Altius came here to recognise one thing. That's against Rugis and the Crest.

It was not an exaggeration to say that the Rugis, and hence the forces of creed, were not enough to take in the past.

In fact, even now, the crest teachings are only to the extent that the still weak beasts have stripped their teeth a little, even though it is the forces that are beginning to expand. From a giant beast called the Catholic Church, created by Altius, it can be blown away by the nose.

The flag is swept wide, but somewhere it is chewed up and its existence scratches off.

Yes, at least that's how everyone understands and recognizes it now in this world. Perhaps even Mattia, the Crest Virgin.

That's why. Altius changed that perception. My cheeks, they shake.

Today, Altius was going to settle everything on this occasion if it were meant to be. To the great hero Arueno the Virgin, and so the loved ones of Artius and the fools of Rugis.

It's the stage where all of that comes together that deserves a curtain pull. Rugis was naturally defeated by a great hero, and all his loved ones were supposed to be tangled up in this hand.

But what causes worked, he survived. Didn't you even get to meet a great hero there?

Impossible. It's impossible. At least, it was supposed to be. Stuck In this room today, the impossible has become possible.

Only heroes born after God's favored brave or fateful choices may otherwise make the impossible possible. But there is no such thing in Rugis.

There is no way that he will be chosen for anything. Stuck If you're going to describe what could have happened today, it's just a word.

- Yes, it's a miracle.

The Rugis were not chosen for anything, but chose the miracle of destiny by their own will. I grabbed it after sorting the cause and effect, stepping through the event, and behaving in a way that could be taken as a bad hand.

Once, Artius had seen such a person only once. No other love, he rolled out at some point while making me think it was no longer in this hand, and then at the end of the day he stuck his fangs out to himself.

"Let's change our perception and understanding. All mistakes should be corrected beyond naming the Divine Spirit"

As he tells the world, Artius speaks. Beyond that word, there is no one.

The soul and flesh of the great hero lies this way, and so does the knight of honor. However, the time has come to just wait and see.

You can't just squeeze that heart with a hard hand. Sometimes you have to hit your hand knowing that you are going to get hurt.

Altius made that decision easily.

It was supposed to happen after the Gospel War ended. That's what Altius said, ripping his lips off. I found Arueno smiling all over his chest.

- Well, great evil. If you're going to do a miracle, I'll even anoint it. For the peace of my Virgin, she bends her knees precisely, but it is good.